A/N: Sorry for the delay, it's been chaos here! The computer went down, and all I had was my ipod touch :'( However, here's two long(ish) chapters to make up :) Forgive me?

And I noticed I haven't added disclaimers, so here's a one for all the chapters so far... And Happy Valentines for yesterday! You know I love you all really. And extra hugs and kudos for those who reviewed :)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Doctor Who, but I wish I did. I don't even own David Tennant. But I do own Belle (Ha! One thing in my story is NOT owned by Russell T. Davies but by me!). However, I do own a lot of posters, figures and other Doctor Who(ish) things... and maybe one day David? *hugs*

"What?" He asked, stepping back slightly at her words, and Rose shrugged weakly.

"She knew that I am… Was… The Bad Wolf." She finished lamely, and John held her head still, his face close, examining her eyes.

"And you don't feel ill or anything? Headache, dizziness, sick…?"

Rose batted his hands away in frustration. "No! Just because she mentioned that I'm the Bad Wolf doesn't mean I can't look after myself!" She snapped angrily, and she pushed off the comforting of Jackie's embrace, stalking out of the room.

"Where are you going?" John shouted, before adding on "Be careful!"

"Why do I always have to tell you where I'm going or what I'm doing? For your information, I don't need to be careful, as I'm inside the TARDIS, and for seconds, I'm going to talk with Santouri." She turned and faced him pointedly, a glare across her pretty features.

John gulped at the look that Rose was fixing him with across the console room. Ah. The Tyler death look, the expression that usually warned an approaching famous Tyler slap.

"Santouri?! It's Belle, Rose!" He sighed. Surely she couldn't believe she was called Santouri? After all, he was fairly sure from the Doctor's memories that Santouri was a name from the planet Plenitude…

"No it's not!" She said, marching from the room. Rose paused at the door, and John simply stared at her, his mouth gaping open in horrified fascination. He swore that in that moment, her eyes weren't their usual shade of brown…

"Just as I, Rose Tyler, am the Bad Wolf, she, Belle, is Santouri."

And with that, Rose flounced out the room, leaving a shocked John, Pete and Jackie standing there in silence.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. "Bad Wolf?"

Belle raced down the winding corridors, her hands frantically pushing at every door that came within her reach. She could feel it pushing at the edge of her mind, burning, hauntingly beautiful golden flames consuming her…

She gasped, and pushed at a heavy, wooden door that came into view, a deep mahogany. It gave way, opening just enough to allow her own slim body slip through, before heaving shut, leaning against it with heavy pants. She slumped awkwardly down against the door, taking in the sparseness of the room. A wooden bed similar to the door sat in a corner of the room, a matching chair across the way set next to a chest of drawers. A plain wardrobe settled in another corner, the walls not quite white, but still somehow… Unsettling? Unnerving?

Belle shivered involuntarily at the sudden occurrence. The room seemed too gothic, to match her predicament too well… Was this some kind of warning from the TARDIS?

The TARDIS let out a soft hum in consolation and comfort to her, and she allowed the sentient to soothe and calm her. Now that she was alone, in a room empty of other life, a room empty of all scents but that of old wood and dusty, aged books, all she could smell was… Blood.

Belle swallowed the sudden lump that had formed in her throat. This couldn't be good. Shaking, she held up her arm, hardly daring to look at the sleeve of her white, fake leather jacket. She didn't need to look to know what was there, what stained it's perfection. Damn.

A loud bang startled her, jumping her away from the panic that was beginning to overwhelm her. Had they found out? Did they already know? After all, Rose had seemed to wary of her, perhaps they had come to kill her…?

She shook her head to herself. No. They can't possibly know. The Doctor was asleep, resting from the impact and space and dimensional disturbance, and unless they had phoned either Torchwood, UNIT or Sarah-Jane, there was no way they could know. True, Rose now knew about the Santouri thing, but no in enough depth for it to be of any threat. Not that being Santouri will ever be of any threat, she reasoned with herself.

"Belle? Santouri? Are you in there?"

Belle let out a shaky sigh of relief. It wasn't until she breathed out that she realised she had been holding a breath in, but a least it was just Rose. Not of any threat, unless she let out the whole Bad-Wolf-routine again.

"Yeah." She replied a few minutes later.

Pause.

"You okay in there?"

Pause.

"Course. Why wouldn't I be?"

Pause.

"I dunno, you just kinda… Rushed out, like you were panicking?"

Pause.

"Maybe… Maybe I was. Maybe I still am…" Her voice wavered slightly, and Belle cursed herself for admitting how scared she was. Damn. Hadn't she learnt by now that admitting you were scared led to a whole bunch of other questions?

"Why?" Rose's voice replied immediately. Belle opened her lips to reply, before closing them again helplessly. She really couldn't say the truth, she just couldn't… Could she?

"Belle, why are you panicking?" Rose asked again.

"Belle, I know we've just met and everything, but… You can trust me, Belle. I know what it's like, living with that kind of power… I promise I won't tell anyone, yeah?"

Belle let out a bitter laugh.

"You know what it's like? No, you don't, Rose." She replied, surprising herself with the harshness that laced her voice.

"Perhaps the Bad Wolf and Santouri, yes, but this? God, you have no idea. It's like I'm a reject from Twilight, for God's sake!" She hit the door, frustrated.

"Belle? Are you okay?"

A few minutes later, a broken reply came though the door.

"Yeah. It's just…" she sighed dejectedly. "You'd have to ask the Doctor."

Gasping suddenly as pain shot through her, she arched her back. Looking back at the blood staining her jacket sleeve, she brought it close to her lips like a woman possessed, her tongue darting out to taste it. It was just as she'd suspected and expected, yet so much more. It was definitely the Doctor's, the Time Lord blood that had dripped off the edge of the console and she'd brushed past to be the ever so kind Santouri, giving out flowers like some stupid dumb servant girl. But now it had changed, now she'd finally given in to the heritage which she had doubted.

She knew the Doctor had considered it, even written a few medical notes on her 'condition', but he'd said so, promised even, that there wasn't enough of it in her for her to become that…

Unless for once, he'd been wrong. Terribly wrong.

But now she didn't care. His blood, so bright and almost calling to her, staining her jacket sleeve… She closed her eyes as she sucked hungrily at it, a long and sudden instinct awakening within her. It was so sweet, yet so bitter, but all the same, so, so delicious. She shivered at the thought. How many nights had she lain awake within his arms, kissed him so softly, trailed her lips across his, brushing lightly against the double pulse of his hearts…

No. This isn't me. I can't. But it was. The desire, want, need.. Was it hers or someone else's? The line and boundaries somehow blurred, beyond distinction…

"Rose, get out. Now. Whatever you and John, Pete and Jackie are doing, drop it and get out. Go back to your world. Take the Doctor, god take him with you, but please, just get out, before anyone gets hurt!" Desperation broke through her voice, and Rose could sense the despair.

"Why? Belle, tell me…"

"Just get out!" She screamed, and the TARDIS murmured to Rose softly, telling her to just leave it.

"Night, Belle. Talk to you in the morning?" And she couldn't help but shiver at the darkness in Belle's reply.

"If there is anything left of the darkness that's awakening."