The Doctor was worried and it showed as he paced back and forth across Shakespeare's room it had been close to an hour and Rose had not yet returned.

Shakespeare who had been startled awake by the commotion had jerked wide awake to see Rose in all her Vampiric splendor.

He was so shocked and then upon seeing the innkeepers body and Rose's eyes gleaming a fiery bright blue, blood smeared across her face, fangs gleaming, and snarling.

Hell he had almost shit himself. Then he turned to see a real witch flying out his window on a broom and the creature he had been flirting with earlier blur out the window after it.

Then he turned to the Doctor with shirt stained with blood and blood dripping down the side of his neck with serious look on his face as he calmly looked at the dead body of the woman and to Shakespeare who had turned white as a sheet.

He didn't hear the cuss word the Doctor muttered but felt the world spinning beneath him he caught himself on the edge of his desk and swallowed hard.

He gritted his teeth he was shocked ad a little scare but he be damned if he passed out.

The Doctor and Shakespeare looked at each other for what seemed forever until they heard voices and feet running up the stairs.

Shakespeare watched in interest and shock when the Doctor hurried to the very edge of the door and feel to his knees his once calm face now filled with shock and panic hell Shakespeare thought he face must look exactly like that at that moment.

Three men came bursting into the room and took in the entire scene and the Doctor hurriedly started telling them he heard the inn keeper scream and ran up here to find an intruder had been attacking the inn keeper and when he tried to intervene the brute had pulled a knife and attacked him.

Shakespeare was amazed when he opened his mouth to add to the story saying a man had attacked him and the woman had walked in on the horrendous act and after knocking him out went after her.

The men seemed to believe the story and witch sad faces and heavy hearts they called the constable and ten minutes later the body had been moved and the Doctor and Shakespeare was left together alone.

The minute the men left and the body taken away Shakespeare watched in amazement as the panic face on the other man's face completely disappear replaced by a calm nonchalant expression.

"By God how do you do that man switch faces like the wind. You sir are truly an great actor"

The Doctor sighed the comment had not flattered him at all he turned and pinned the writer with a dark look.

"Would asking you to forget what you seen earlier with Rose do any good?"

Shakespeare swallowed and shook his head he was frightened but he had encountered something new and unnatural and he wasn't fixing to just forget.

The Doctor sighed "Thought as much"

He sighed again "You're a clever man Shakespeare but it takes two to tell this story so we wait for Rose"

The memory of what Rose had looked like when she went racing after the witch was still fresh and fear rose in the writer.

"Dear god in heaven what is she?"

The Doctor gave a little smile "Something amazing"

Another thirty minutes passed and Shakespeare had managed to calm himself sat at him desk and the Doctor had clean his blood off himself and took of his blood soaked shirt and just wore his suit jacket.

The writer watched as the strange man walked back and forth hands behind his back fingers gripping each other, and eyes lost in serious thought.

"The look of man in love" the writer mused in his mind.

The write had to be the friggin most well-adjusted men on the planet. He had come to terms that the young women he had encountered wasn't human and the man at her side possibly wasn't human either hell he may just be like her but Shakespeare doubted it he didn't know why he just did.

When Rose came back she climbed back through the window and Shakespeare so startled jumped from his chair knocking it over.

Gone were the eerie blue eyes, and fangs. But, both noticed the beautiful blonde before them was covered in black blood that stuck heavily to her hand but had dripped down her arms and some even smudged on her stomach she was also carrying a burlap sack.

"Where the hell have you been?!" the Doctor hissed.

Rose looked at him questioningly and he readjusted his tone of voice.

"I thought she had gotten you" he said running his hand through his hair.

Rose smirked "I won't go down that easily besides I wounded her she's injured and pissed but that's all"

They both heard someone clear their throat and both turned to see an inquiring Shakespeare who had come around from his desk and stood directly behind Rose peering at her with curiosity.

Rose stood stock still and her heart hammered she could smell a trickle of fear on Shakespeare but it quickly disappeared when the greatest writer of his time reached out and cupped her face.

The Doctor watched in interest and smiled when the writers face broke out in a huge grin.

"My god what an amazing girl you are! An amazing, interesting girl! Come now both of you tell me your stories"