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Rose took in a shaky breath as she stared out through the bars of her cell. She had been there for ages it seemed, just watching everyone walk by, scanning the cells for future purchases to be used for whatever their heart's desire. She shivered as she recalled some of the stories that she'd heard since she'd arrived at that awful place. Not everyone that was dragged through that door was there for the first time, and some of the experiences they shared upon their return were enough to make even the strongest stomach churn. Rose silently hoped that she could avoid those kinds of experiences at all costs.

She flinched at the sudden noise of the cell next to her being pulled open. She scrambled to her feet, pressing herself against the door to her own cell, trying desperately to see what was happening. Her heart clenched as she watched someone drag her friend Jenine out of her cell. She had been purchased, and Rose couldn't help but shed a couple of tears at the thought that her new owners might treat her badly.

After sending up a silent prayer for her friend, Rose quietly walked over to her cot in the corner. The bedding was uncomfortable as she got herself settled, and she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders as a shiver ran through her. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, hoping, praying that sleep would come for her soon. It was the only relief from this place of nightmares, and Rose was always willing to accept it.

A startled jolt ran through her as she opened her eyes to see a man standing at the door of her cell. He was studying her, his chocolate brown eyes boring into her sleepy ones. She stayed completely still for a minute or two, gripping her blanket in her fists as she built up the courage to sit up. Finally, she did so, quietly studying him much like he was studying her. She wanted to ask him what he wanted, why he was staring at her, but that would be considered rude, and she didn't want to risk getting scolded for offending a customer. Instead she sat there quietly, observing him. He had dark brown hair messily spiking up on top of his head, and worn, red chucks covering his feet. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a maroon button up shirt. A long brown coat hung around him and nearly touched the ground. Rose couldn't help but think how much warmer that coat would be than the dingy, thin blanket that was wrapped around her.

"What's your name?" He asked, startling Rose from her thoughts.

"Rose." She answered, timidly. She really wanted him to move along and scope out a different cell. Life might not be good in this place, but it was safe, constant. She knew what to expect.

"Rose what?"

"Tyler."

The man nodded, acknowledging her name before speaking again. "My name's John," he said. "But you call me the Doctor." A bright smile lit up his face and Rose was almost tempted to smile back, but then his face grew serious again and she decided not to.

Without another word, he stood and began walking down the hallway. Rose quickly made her way to the cell door, trying to watch him leave, but he was already out of her line of sight. With a yawn, she went and grabbed the rucksack at the foot of her bed, determined to find the pair of jeans with the least rips going up the legs. If she was possibly going to be purchased tonight, she should at least try to appear her best.

She had just buttoned her jeans when she heard someone at the door of her cell. She spun around, surprised to see a different man standing there. She felt a chill run down her spine as soon as she locked eyes with him. She could tell he was bad news.

"Come over here." He said, giving her a beckoning motion. She bit her bottom lip as she hesitated, but finally took a step. She wanted to just ignore him, but would rather not risk a scolding if the man were to complain. She stopped a few inches from the bars, forcing herself to keep her hands at her sides rather than fold them across herself. Before she could even think of anything to say, the man reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her against the bars. "You're skin is so soft." He murmured, fangs extending as he took in a deep breath. Rose tried to pull away, but the man jerked her again, this time digging his nails into her arm. Rose cried out, terrified that he was going to bite her.

"Let her go." A voice growled, and Rose was relieved to see that the Doctor had come up behind him. The man turned around to look at him, an amused look on his face as he still held tight to Rose.

"And why would I do that?" He asked, his voice smug. Rose heard a low growl, and she was sure it came from the Doctor. She moved her head to try and get a better look at him, and felt her eyes go wide as she saw that he had fangs as well. And they were bared.

"Because you're harming my property." Before anyone could say anything else, the Doctor had the man pinned to the bars of Rose's cell, twisting his arm until there was a sickening snap. Rose backed away from the door quickly, tripping over her own feet and falling down as she did so.

"I'm sure you'll find, sir," the Doctor continued. "that Miss Tyler is mine now, and I could severely punish you for laying a hand on her." He released the man, backing up so he had room to get away. "Now leave here before I decide to snap more than just your arm."

The man didn't even hesitate before disappearing down the hallway, moving so fast that Rose's eyes couldn't keep up with him. The sound of her cell opening pulled her attention back to the Doctor, and she couldn't help but cower a bit once the barrier between them was gone.

"Have you never seen a vampire before?" He asked, and Rose silently shook her head before remembering she had a voice.

"No. I knew they existed but..." She trailed off, silently wondering where his fangs had gone. The Doctor held out a hand to help her stand and she took it, showing only a moment of hesitancy. Once she was on her feet, the Doctor let go of her and walked over to the rucksack at the foot of her bed.

"Are these your only possessions?" He asked, pulling out the worn out clothes and tossing them to the side.

"Yeah... I mean, yes, sir." Rose's voice was quiet and self-conscious. She wished she had nicer things, but in this place, you were lucky to get to hold on to a couple pairs of jeans and a few t-shirts.

"Just leave it then." The Doctor kicked the rucksack to the side. "It's all rubbish." He started walking back towards the door of the cell, motioning for Rose to follow. She hesitated before turning and running to the rucksack, digging through one of the pockets on the side. Once she found what she was looking for, she shoved it in her pocket and turned to follow the Doctor. He was studying her with a questioning look on his face, but didn't say anything before continuing to walk again.

The air outside was colder than what it had been in the shop, and Rose began to shiver as soon as she was fully out the door. She jumped when she felt something drape across her shoulders, but gave a shy smile of thanks when she noticed it was the Doctor's coat. The Doctor smiled back before pulling something out of his pocket. Rose was surprised to see it was a blindfold. She looked at the Doctor, confused.

"Rose," he said, speaking as if she should know what was going on. "you're my property now. There's quite the chance that one day you'll try to run away. I can't have you knowing the way to and from my home now can I?" Rose just nodded, feeling her hands shake a bit as reality was finally setting in. "Good. Now turn around." She obeyed, and the Doctor tied the blindfold tightly over her eyes before helping her into the car.