Disclaimer: Still don't own The Grudge or Doctor Who.
The Doctor felt all the blood drain slowly away from his face. There was something on his ship. He had detected unknown energy that the TARDIS didn't recognise bu the Doctor had a nasty feeling that he knew what it was.
Rose had tried to warn him about the house but he hadn't listened. Another regret to add to his ever growing list... Rose.
The Doctor snapped out his reverie, he had to stay with Rose because he knew what was coming for them. He knew there wasn't long left, he knew that she would find them no matter how hard he tried to hide them.
He knew SHE was coming for them.
The Doctor started running down the long silent, empty corridors.
Suddenly Rose's terror filled screams rang out. "ROSE!" The Doctor shouted, sprinting as fast he could run. Her screams grated on him, he shouldn't of caused this much fear, he should of listened to her.
The high pitched screams stopped and all was deathly silent. Deathly the Doctor thought feeling sick to his core. He pelted through the door to the living room. There was a large stain on the carpet and the room was filled with a rusty, salty and iron stench of fresh blood. But Rose was no where to be seen. The DVD lay on the carpet, but the Doctor didn't even acknoledge it's existence. He turned and walked to the door, peered out of it calling for his Rose.
The picture was gone from the DVD.
Two figures were appeared and stood silently behind the Doctor one glaring at him with hate and loathing and malevolence. Her fury and anguish almost reaching out to tap him on the shoulders with cold, scraping figures.
The other was just watching her companion with an slight smile on her face. But the smile was all wrong, the eyes were full of the need to kill and let others experience for themselves what she felt, the agony of the living death.
The Doctor knew someone was watching him and for the first time in many years he was filled to the brim with the icy cold sensation of 100% terror. It coiled around his stomach, sucked the breath from his lungs. His heart sped faster and faster a cold sweat broke out on his brow; he slowly turned to look behind him.
Kayako stood with her long hair tangled around her white face, a smile on her lips and she glanced from him to her companion...
"Oh.." the Doctor gasped. The other figure was small with shoulder length blonde hair and beautiful warm brown eyes. But her eyes were warm no longer, they were black pits and they had none of her kidness of mercy in them now.
It was Rose.
Her t-shirt and jeans were caked in blood, her hair was matted with it. Her face was the white pallor of death and her neck was twisted and bent. The Doctor knew it was broken just like Kayako's.
"Oh Rose, I will regret this for the rest of my existence.."
" The rest of it?" Rose croaked out placing a cold dead hand to her kneck. "The rest of it?" she repeated.
" I told you we shouldn't have gone, I tried to warn you so what rest of of your existence? And yes you will regret this mistake forever. She reached out her hands towards the Doctor. Rose's and Kayako's faces twisted in insane grins of hate and pleasure.
His screams echoed down the long, empty corridors.