And so we continue. Hope you like this chapter! Reviews are welcomed. :)

Oh, and this time we have a POV of /Rum (aka the Doctor). Just to see if you guys like it. :D Tell me if you do! Enjoy!

"No, no I'm not!" I snapped and batted his hand away from me. He backed up with his hand in the air as if in surrender.

"I understand." He whispered quietly.

"No you don't!" I replied almost yelling, "Just… I mean… ugh! Why is everyone after you?"

"I've saved many people, but I've also destroyed many. I am both loved and feared. My name is only talked in hush tones." He said darkly.

"Ooh! I'm so scared." I said sarcastically.

"I've lived for centuries! I have seen war after war! I've watched people die and humans destroy each other over petty things! My name has created and destroyed entire empires! So, yes, you should be scared."

"Then why the bloody hell would bring me here?! I could of died because of you!" I yelled.

"No." he growled, he took a stride forwards and pressed me against the wall, "You're alive because of me. So I highly suggest that next time you're in danger: run."

I shoved him back and snapped, "And what? Leave everyone else to die? Their lives are as important as mine and yours!" he scoffed and I gave shoved him again, but he firmly grabbed my hand.

"If you're done having your little hissy fit, then we can leave." He said firmly, but there was something else swirling in his eyes. Was it sadness? Concern? I didn't care; I angrily pulled my hand away and walked out of the ally: carefully avoiding Killian's body. I saw that the Tardis was standing proudly I spun around to face the Doctor.

"What about Marilyn? I don't get to say goodbye?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I already bid her goodbye for you and it's too dangerous." I let out both a frustrated and sad sigh. I took a deep breath and walked inside: the hum of the Tardis greeting me

"There's a room made for you down the hall to the left." He said, and I nodded without looking back and went towards the hall. Once I got there I saw that it was a beautifully made room. It smelled of roses and was a calm pastel blue colour. The bed was made from expensive looking red oak and had delicate roses carved into the bed post. I sat into the plush satin sheets and lied down letting the white and blue sheets to engulf me. I then felt my mind drift away into the land of dreams.


Though I don't have a limp anymore, I do prefer to carry my cane. Especially with that close call with Belle and Killian. I felt my rage bubble up, but held it at bay. Not yet, just a few more minutes. I walked down the hall and looked into Belle's room and saw her collapsed on the bed; her russet curls framing her ivory skin. I silently closed the door behind me: she was safe, she was ok, and that's all that mattered. I walked briskly several doors down until I came into my room. That's when I let the beast lose: I screamed as I slammed my cane down onto the closest thing. It shattered and I smiled at the destruction, but my thirst for chaos was not quenched. I continued my blind rage as one thought continued pounding in my head.

I should have killed him.

I should have killed him.

I should have killed him.

It took so mush will power to not continue hitting his skull until it was nothing but bones and blood, but I couldn't. I threw the cane across the room, and fell into a leather chair. I took my shaking hands and clutched my head. My breathing shallow and rapid, and my hands combing through my hair. I hated this: the fixed points in time, the laws that I had to let things be and not change them. To just watch people die and horrible things happen with my just watching. Not that I didn't care that much; too many years made me a heartless beast. But I knew that it still haunted my soul. My hands turned into a fists; my knuckles white as I rested my forehead against them. I couldn't changed the past, but I knew I could change one thing: The laws of time and space and go to hell for all I care. I wasn't standing and letting this happen. I looked over to my right to the computer screen. It showed just one thing, and one thing only. It showed a death certificate: the death certificate of Belle French.


I dreamt of my mother, or at least who I thought she was. She died when I was just a baby and I barely remembered her. I could only cling onto the few sparse details my papa told me about her. "You're a spitting image of her brains and stubbornness." He would joke and laugh, but then he would get quiet and look into the distance. He really loved her, but I've never saw a real picture of my mom: maybe it just hurt him too much. But I saw a small picture in his underwear draw; it was worn and fading but I was able to catching a head of blond hair and blue eyes. I dreamed I was in a rose garden that my father loved to care for during the summer in our backyard. She was laughing as we spun around the garden; I couldn't help but laugh with her. My trouble melted away like vanilla ice cream in summer's heat.

"Know that I'll always love you, Belle-of-mine." My mom said; her voice like gold.

"I know." I said smiling.

"Never give up." She mentioned also; I nodded absorbing every word. Suddenly everything disappeared and instead of my mother Killian Jones stood in her place. His gun poised at my head and an evil smirk on his face.

"I wonder if your precious Doctor will be here to save you again." he growled, and shot at my heart. I felt the world slow down as I feel onto the too green grass. Blood spattered against the delicate petals of too red roses. I watched as my blood flowed down into a pool and Killian cackling as he watched me die.

I woke with a start and sat up in bed: Killian's laugh still echoing in my mind. My hands trembled as I hugged myself and felt a tear tumble down my cheek.

"Don't worry, you're safe now." a soft brogue called. I jumped and spun around to see the Doctor politely in the doorway. I subconsciously pulled the sheets further up to my chin.

"How much did you see?" I asked.

He seemed to notice my distress and replied quickly, "Don't worry, dearie, I only heard your crying and came in to make sure you were all right."

"Uh, thanks… And I-I'm sorry for yesterday." I muttered.

"No harm, no fowl." He replied simply, but he seemed to be on edge. Like a hunter who just realized they alerted their prey, and my face probably showed one of a deer who just heard the twig snap. I shifted under my covers to face him better and we just stayed like that for away. In the natural light, from who knows where, his brown eyes seemed to lighten and reveal gold flecks swirling around the pupil of his eyes.

"I'm sorry if my weeping disturbed you…" I said looking away; I got up and walked over to a desk and found a golden comb and started brushing my hair carefully. My brows crinkling a bit whenever I hit a knot; my eyes drifting over to anywhere but him; I heard him move silently and sit down behind me.

"I do not blame you for being frightened of death." He replied. I nodded slowly and looked down at the floor.

"Roses are my flower… Did you know that?" I asked; I turned to him. His face was calm and neutral, but his eyes were swirling with emotions as they battled to become victorious.

"No." he said after what seemed like hours, "I didn't."

"Oh," I whispered, "well they remind me of my mother. And remind me about love too."

"How so?" he asked, coming behind me.

"Well, they remind me that love cannot truly be perfect. That… love is painful and not always bright and sunny. If that makes any sense." I stared up at him and got up. His lips inches from mine; he nodded.

"It makes perfect sense." He replied; I then felt myself lean in. His eyes widened and he backed up; leaving me to stand there like an idiot. My gut twisted in knot and I felt myself fill with shame.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I stuttered. He still looked a little shocked and he shook his head.

"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have kissed you at the party, nor should I have led you on…" he muttered awkwardly, "I-I was just helping you out back there… I-don't... You know."

"Yeah, I know. It's totally ok, though-er- I mean… It was silly, you know, with the recent break up I guess-yeah…" I replied quickly. It was stupid; of course I would try to kiss him. I mean, he was nice and all, but I was just acting out of my loneliness of the recent break up of Gaston and me. He was also way too old for me: he said he was hundreds of years old right? Yes, so I should just concentrate on healing my broken heart than rather just trying to have a fling to get over Gaston.

"I brought you somewhere else. Where Killian will never find us… For now." he said suddenly; changing the subject. I looked at him and saw that his face was back to neutral and sighed out in relief that he was putting it behind him. I should too; I nodded and he instructed that we're going to find a place to stay and hide under the radar for a couple of weeks or so. He then quickly left the room and I was left alone. I quickly washed up as best I could and headed out. I found the Doctor waiting patiently and motioned me to get into a horse drawn carriage just a few feet from Tardis. I gave him a confused look, but he just returned it with one of pleading so I got in without a word. He quickly locked the Tardis and walked in with me. The ride was long and awkward, but finally we arrive at a fairly large house. It turned out to be a inn and the Doctor quickly got us a two rooms.

"There are some cloths in there if you want to change." He stated, "And rest up. We're going to have an 'exciting' day tomorrow." I silently nodded and he left as quickly as he came. I was alone again, with the sounds of people chatting down at the pub as my only company.I felt a buzz in my pocket and I looked down to see it was my iPhone. I pulled it out and saw that it was a text from Ruby, I didn't ask myself how I got reception, but I felt both joy and sadness when I saw Ruby's text.

Hey grl! It's Ruby. Where are you? I have some exciting news to tell you! Can't wait! Txt me ASAP! Hugs and smoochies! ;D

I smiled and looked around to make sure no one was watching and texted back to her.

Hey, sorry for not replying for a while. I met someone, he's really nice, and we've decided to go on a trip…I may not be back for a few days, but I can't wait to hear your news! Hope to see you soon, Belle.

I shut of my phone and sighed as I got up to change into a thin night gown. I finally collapsed on the soft bed. That's when the tears started to fall, and I started missing home.

The next day I woke bright and early; when I sat up I saw that there was a leather satchel and a note. I saw it was written in black ink as it curved and swirled gracefully.

Belle, pack your things and get dressed, there is a dress in the closet, and meet me outside.

Sincerely, the Doctor.

I walked over to the closet I spotted a small closet in the corner. When I opened it I raised an eye brow at the new dress. It was a simple white cotton dress that was cut low to show a little too much for my comfort, but it was lacy and was embroidered with golden thread.

"I hope someone invents yoga leggings soon." I muttered under my breath. A few minutes later I had my phone and old cloths all packed and I walked down the stairs and outside to see the Doctor: I almost laughed out loud. The Doctor was wearing tall white pants with thick cotton leggings. He also wore a silk ruffled shirt and a waistcoat over it.

"Nice outfit." I said, and covered my mouth from snickering.

He gave a playful sneer and replied, "You don't look too bad yourself, dearie." His brogue rumbling underneath his ruffles, and with a flourish of his hands he bowed gallantly. "Shall we be off madam?" he teased.

"Ok." I replied, and he gave a broad smile. A carriage suddenly appeared and we boarded onto the carriage.

After a few minutes of silence I asked, "Do where are we going?"

"Heiligenstadt." He replied.

"Wait… Heiligenstadt, Austria?" I asked, "Ummm… When are we?"

"1802… Does it ring a bell?" he teased, "Hold that answer, we're here." I looked out of the carriage window and gasped. It was a medium cobble stone house with stairs cut into them. There were lots of windows to let the sunlight inside, but I saw that velvet curtains were tightly drawn. Vines lazily climbed on the walls of the house. I slowly stepped out of the carriage as the Doctor assisted me by offering a hand.

"Now, you're my apprentice so just nod and helped me out when I ask to. And… don't try to be too outspoken: you're a lady of course." The Doctor said in my ear; I raised my eyebrow.

"What do you mean 'outspoken'?" I asked, but his answer was interrupted when there was a crash.

"I TOLD YOU TO GET THE HELL OUT!" came a thunderous roar. I saw a man stumble out with a terrified look in eyes and he ducked as a funny contraption was chucked at him.

He walked up to us and whispered quickly, "I hope he's kinder to you, sir, he's a monster!" the man quickly climbed into the carriage and took off without another word.

"That was… Interesting." I said under my breath.

"Oh, just wait: it gets better." He murmured back. Suddenly a man stormed out from the shadows. The man's hair was wild and disheveled, and his eyes were cold and full of fury and maybe madness. I widened my eyes as I realized who it was.

"Doctor! That's-that's." I whispered.

The man stormed up to us and yelled, "YES, I'M BEETHOVEN! AND WHO MIGHT YOU JUST BE?!"

I hope you like this chapter. Reviews are welcomed, and I hope to post another chapter really soon. :D