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Rose gaped. Everything was dark; there was one small window which had a moth-eaten cloth covering it to hold out the light and the room was full of dust. Clearly nobody had been in here for quite some time, and Rose could see why. Bombs. There were bombs everywhere, some unexploded and still dangerous but some just the casings. Rose shivered; it was clearly a storeroom from World War Two. She noticed a large army green canvas draped over something and decided to investigate. She shuddered, seeing all the dust and cobwebs coating it but braced herself and whipped the canvas off, nearly fainting at the sight. It was a coffin. A big, wooden coffin with the lid closed tightly.

"There's no one in there," she whispered to herself, fingers poised over the metal clasps on the sides. "There can't be anyone in there, wouldn't be anyone in there."

Rose Tyler bit her lip and bravely heaved the lid off and forced herself to look at what lay inside… She screamed a scream of pure terror and backed away from the hideous sight before her. It was the man she'd met on the stairs, staring back at her with a wicked grin. He heaved himself into a sitting up position and watched as Rose backed into a tall stack of empty bomb casing and screamed again, staring at him in horror.

"You're…" she whispered as the man lifted himself out of the coffin and stood staring at her with a leering smile. "You're dead…"

"Am I?" he said, sauntering over to her. "Then how can this be the case?" He took one of Rose's trembling hands in his own icy ones and placed it on his chest. Rose squirmed, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath her palm, telling her that this man was in fact quite alive. He released her hand and she shivered as he reached up to brush a loose strand of blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Rose Tyler," he said softly and her eyes flew up to meet his.

"How d'you know my name?" she demanded. The man's lips again curled into a smile.

"You told me before, on the stairs."

"I only told you my first name," she said defiantly.

The man sighed. "You're the only female guest in the house. It's not hard to find out who you are when everyone is talking about you."

"They are?" she asked doubtfully and he nodded. "Who are you, then? And why weren't you at dinner?"

"I am Private William Bancroft Junior, the only son of Colonel Bancroft," he said loftily. "And I was at dinner, just nobody saw me."

"How could they not see you?" Rose asked. "And if you're his son, aren't you meant to be dead?"

"They didn't see me because I didn't want them to. And I'll explain my apparent death some other time."

"So you never really died?"

"Certainly not," he said with that strange smile of his. "But my father mustn't know this."

"How can you live in the same place as him and he not know you're alive?" Rose asked incredulously.

"Like I said," William explained patiently. "They only see me if I want them to."

"You're a ghost, aren't you." It was said as more of a statement rather than a question and William merely gazed at Rose, shamelessly letting his eyes rove over her body before slowly moving back up to her face.

"You're very beautiful, Miss Tyler," he said and stepped forward, taking her hands in his and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "This Doctor you came with. Are you and he…?"

"No," Rose said with a sigh. "No, just friends. We travel together."

"He is a fool if he does not court you," William said softly, moving closer still and Rose shivered, feeling his heart beat against hers and still not quite believing that he was alive. "You are very beautiful…"

Before Rose knew what was happening she felt William's cold lips gently brush hers and she let him part them with his tongue, shivering as he kissed her gently yet passionately.

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William stepped out onto the balcony and Rose had no where to run. The only thing other than jumping to her death would be to try reasoning with him.

"William," she said quickly, trying to hide the fear from her voice. "What about when you told me I was beautiful? When you kissed me! Wasn't that real? Please, don't do this."

"I didn't lie," he said quietly. "You certainly are beautiful. But I need the Doctor, and unless you give him to me, I shan't be able to spare you. Now, tell me his whereabouts and I shall let you live, beautiful Rose."

Rose shuddered. "You can't have the Doctor. I'm sorry William, but you can't."

"Foolish girl," he said with his smile. "The man doesn't love you, yet still you protect him with your life?"

"And I always will," she said, her voice wavering with emotion. "He may not love me, but I love him."

"And yet you kissed me!" William said in mock surprise. "Such love…"

"You make me sick," she said tearfully. "You'd take an innocent man's life for your own sake."

"But Rose, don't you see?" he said, urging her to understand. "He isn't human. He's lived long enough, and now it's my turn."

"You're dead, William," she screamed. "You died in the Blitz, and nothing can change that. Now just leave the Doctor and die, for good this time!"

He sighed sadly. "You don't understand. I didn't die in the Blitz. It's not true."

"Then what happened?"

"Give me the Doctor and I'll give you the truth, and I'll let you live."

Rose chewed her lip. Did she dare take the risk?

"He's in your room," she lied. "The room with the coffin and all the bombs and stuff. Now, tell me the truth William. How did you honestly die?"

William leaned forward with a glint in his black eyes. "I'm not dead," he whispered with a grin.

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