He stood there at the corner of the street watching her put the rubbish bin out in a way that could almost be described as possessive. He studied her facial features very carefully and almost let out a humourless cold laugh of the sheer irony of it all. It was once pointed out by someone that they looked like each other.
"Mr and Mrs Spartacus?"
"Oh no, no, we're not married"
"Oh brother and sister. Yes if course you do look very much a like"
They exchange confused looks.
"Really?" they asked in unison.
But now he can see it. He can see that she has his eyes and that she has his nose and his pale complexion. He can see a little of her as well. He really got to hand it to that bitch of his; she really knew how to trick him. He should have known she would do everything to protect her, even if it meant creating the hugest paradox in history.
But the paradox was now complete; there was nothing to protect her now. Thirty five years waiting for the paradox to be completed and then two more for good measure just in case, while keeping his eyes peeled for her. The wait was worth it because it meant he could bind his time, plan ahead. He has already fulfilled those little journeys to his past, played the villain and allowed himself to be defeated. It actually gave him something to do and because of it he managed to stop the aging process. Not very well, his hair now had a salt and pepper look to it but it was better than the full on grey hair and wrinkles.
And it made him look different. Set him apart from his…twin.
He found himself falling in love with those little bits that were her, he had to stop that. He had to hate her, he could not love her. She was his rival, his enemy, the most dangerous one. Even more dangerous than his twin, the Doctor.
He was the Valeyard, the villain, the bad guy.
She has spotted him watching her. She was standing there glaring at him with her arms crossed. He better make his move soon before she did something stupid like attempt to slap him. So he strolled up to her, the closer he got the more he can see himself and her in her. He stood before her and she raised an eyebrow at him.
"What are you doing staring at me like some sort of pervert?" she demanded angrily, not a single trace of fear in her voice but oh he knows different. He terrifies her and that makes him slightly smug and slightly disgusted with himself.
"I was just admiring how wonderful you look" he said using a flattery tone. "Do you know that your cheekbones are exactly like your mothers? That you're lovely full lips are hers? That your hot-headed attitude is just like your grandmothers? That your attraction to danger and trouble is a trait of your mothers?"
She snorts "my mother has no attraction to the like. She's a prissy snob who likes to keep safe"
"I meant your biological mother Donna"
She took a few steps away from him. "Who are you?" she demands "how do you know my name? Who told you that? No one is supposed to know"
"Do you know that you have my eyes? That you have my nose? My complexion? Oh and you must definitely inherited my speaking habits." He felt a feral smirk grow on his face, he would almost describe it wolf like.
"You are not my father!" she hisses, showing that fiery spirit of hers that temper. "I don't know who you are. My name is Donna Noble daughter of Sylvia and Gregory Noble. I have not been adopted and I have no idea of who you are, so leave before I call the police"
He had to admire her for her stupidity, for that talent of blocking things out. He knew very well that she would do that. That she can very easily pretend that what she just said was true. But she had already told and confirmed what he knew when she started to demand who he was.
He reached out and cupped her face and he relished her shiver. He scared her like he scares everyone else. "Did you know your mother wanted to call you Donna Martha Sarah Jane Tyler? I wasn't going to let that happen, not that weak pathetic name for my daughter. She was going to write it on the birth certificate but I knocked her out before she could do it, taught her a lesson"
Donna whimpered and he bit back a snigger. He loved being this, the villain. He liked the fact that he was scaring her. Though it was probably not the best idea.
"I put down on your certificate Belladonna Rose Valeyard. A beautiful, deadly, evil name. My precious little poisonous rose you are. Just like your mother"
He could hear the front door being flung open and a shrieking, ear shattering sound that sounded awfully like a cow giving birth.
"Get your filthy hands off my daughter!" he looked up to see Sylvia Noble marching down the pathway towards him. It was a bit like watching Jackie Tyler when she was in a furious temper.
"Hello to you too Sylvia, long time no see. Pity it couldn't stay that way"
"I thought you said you'll stay away" Sylvia shouted "to protect her memory. To stop her brain from frying up and killing her. So what do you think you're doing Doctor?"
"Oh I'm not the Doctor" he said the smirk of his curling even further "I'm his evil twin brother, I know very clichéd isn't it? You can call me the Valeyard"
He can see her eyes widening in fear, her face has gone completely white with a tinge of green and he can almost hear her heart speeding up.
"No!" she whispered in fear "no, not you"
"Ah, she's told you about me. What did she say, hmm? Here's my baby you can look after her for thirty five years, call her Donna and make sure the Valeyard doesn't come near? No even better she showed you a photo of me! That's why you hated my twin so much. Oh isn't that just precious!"
At some point he had let Donna go and she was now backing away into Sylvia's arms. Sylvia was now clinging on to Donna tightly, as if her arms could act like a magical barrier between Donna and him.
"Oh Donna, Donna, Donna! Why are you staying here with this woman? All she does is put you down, make you feel worthless. But you're not, you're brilliant"
Donna shivered and he smirked. Knowing full well that he was playing with her mind that she was trying to chase that echo in her memories. And then he saw it, from the corner of his eye. A person completely covered in a large scarlet cloak. He saw Sylvia whisper something in Donna's ear and then suddenly Donna breaks away from Sylvia and runs to the red cloaked being.
He watched in anger as the red cloaked person caught Donna up in its arms and he let out a little roar of fury when he saw that golden light covering them as they disappeared from sight. He reached out and began to throttle Sylvia Noble for no reason apart from she was there.
"Oh what will killing me do?" Sylvia asked between gasps "she's gone now. She's protected and there's nothing you can do"
"Oh I don't know about that Sylvia Noble" he growled "I'll find her eventually. You forgotten that the paradox has been completed now. There's nothing to protect her anymore. If you see my twin, tell him…tell him that Rose is gone now…forever"
He then ran off towards his TARDIS that his twin so helpfully gave him from that little bit of coral and began the hunt.