A/N: I know I don't usually have an author's note before the chapter but I thought it was necessary in this one. You might be able to guess what is coming based on the name but I want to warn everyone that, while it is not graphic, this chapter does involve violence, specifically against women. If you don't want to read it I have marked the area off with a couple of lines so you can avoid it.

Capturing Destiny

Chapter Fourteen

Rosalie

I spent several years searching with no luck, I did not meet anyone else, my bloodlust remained under control, and only the seasons allowed me to keep track on the passage of time. The first talking movie came out, The Jazz Singer, but I did not see it. I did not trust myself in a darkened room with so many humans, Lindbergh flew solo across the Atlantic but it only made me wonder how fast I could swim it, a film was made about a cartoon mouse, penicillin was discovered and suddenly people were no longer afraid of the common cold, someone came up with the idea for sliced bread.

In 1929 the stock market crashed, prior warning saved me from feeling the worst of it but I avoided cities for a couple of years, people were starving, fighting for survival. In attempt to distract the country from its pain the first Academy Awards were given out, as the number of films began to increase exponentially. The decade ended while I was in Santa Monica, following yet another dead end and then life continued.

Pluto was discovered and Al Capone, a member of the same family I had robbed all those years ago, was imprisoned for tax evasion, the US finally got a National Anthem and the Empire State Building in New York was completed. In 1932 Amelia Earhart was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic, it was then I started having visions of Bombshell Blonde.

They were innocent enough at first, she was organising her wedding with the help of her mother and friends, I looked forward when I could slip into moments of her perfect life but slowly they became darker, I saw the way her fiancé looked at her, his eyes not filled with love but of conquest and I saw when he began bragging to his gambling buddies about the beautiful woman he would marry.

I was back in the northwest when the final one came to me, she was saying goodbye to one of her friends – I recognised her face from previous vision. I smiled as I watched her walk briskly home, dressed beautifully in a stylish jacket and long skirt. I flinched as her fiancé stepped in to view, a group of his less than desirable friends with him.

"Rose", his voice cut through the air and she turned towards him in surprise, flinching at the drunken laughter of his friends. "Here's my Rose. You're late. We're cold, you've kept us waiting so long."

I could see her confusion, she had never seen him like this before and I wanted to tell her to turn and walk away as quickly as possible but she stood obediently as he walked towards her and pulled her close.

"What did I tell you, John. Isn't she lovelier than all your Georgia peaches?" he turned and spoke to a tall, dark-haired man, tanned from days of working in the sun.

"It's hard to tell," he jeered at her, "She's all covered up."

The men around him burst into laughter and I saw Bombshell Blondes face fall, panic begin to show behind her large blue eyes.

Suddenly her fiancé grabbed at the beautiful jacket she wore, ripping it so the small brass buttons flew off in every direction and exposing the top of her chest to the cold air, I cringed as tiny goose bumps rose all over her flesh.

"Show him what you look like, Rose," he slurred as he grabbed at her hat, roughly pulling the hat from her head and ripping out chunks of her long hair in the process, other men laughed. I stayed with her as they pulled her off the main street, the man she loved holding his hand over her mouth as she tried vainly to scream.

I wanted to wake up, I didn't want to see anymore but it didn't stop, I watched as they pulled at her skirt, ripping her stockings and forcing her down in any way they could, beating her around the head and body. I stayed by her as they defiled her over and over again; taking turns to violate her in the most degrading ways possible until she passed out from the pain.

It didn't take long for them to bore of her when she stopped fighting back, when they could no longer hear her screams and I heard them joke as they walked away. I lay down next to her, whispering words of comfort although I knew she could not hear them as it began to snow lightly around us.

It seemed like hours later that I heard movement coming down the street, the footsteps were light, too light to be human and I felt a sudden joy fill my heart as the good Doctor walked round the corner and in to view. His assessment of her was quick, he started by staunching the bleeding and I watched in wonder as his deft hands began trying to save her, his control was incredible but it was not helping, even I could hear her heart begin to give in. I was not surprised when I saw him pick her up carefully and begin running down the street – my sister was about to be born.

A/N: So, what did you think guys? I wanted to keep within the T rating so it isn't too graphic but I apologise if it upset anyone. There are now only two and a half chapters left (the final one is only a couple of hundreds words so I'm not really counting it as a whole chapter). Thanks again for all the support, you guys are super stars!