England - Past - Part 2

1879 A.D. - England

Sometimes Laveda wondered about her past of meeting the Doctor. Clearly Rosheen had met the Doctor in her life. It was almost like yesterday, Rosheen was asked by her aunt to accomplish her to the countryside to get away from the gloom of London. There was little room for her to refuse at all. In the end, Rosheen packed a certain amount of paper work away into her small leather case. Her maid had already packed her clothing as Rosheen sat into the carriage – sadly the train somehow broke on the way to the country side. 'Bloody bumpy carriage,' was all she could think of all the way out to the countryside.

A sudden halt of the carriage followed with some shouting and demanding words were flung in the air. Rosheen had only paused from her action of paper reading while she glanced up at her aunt. She never quite understood her aunt’s words or action much, though soon the carriage door was open to show a man with wired trench coat stood there with a blond hair woman that wore wired looking clothing. Rosheen paused a moment as her dark blue eyes locked onto the man. 

Memory. It is a funny little thing, sometimes Rosheen had memory of various time in her life. Though for this moment, she had a feeling she knew this man. She finally emerge herself from the darkness of the carriage into the sun light. Rosheen didn’t quite catch onto the sentences that were going on until her eyes looked at the paper that the man held. “A doctor? Or The Doctor?” was all Rosheen asked as she leaned back into the carriage muttering something along the line of hating the bloody carriage.

The Doctor turned to look at the young blond. “Rose. I have a feeling this is a lot more than I can think of.” In the end, the Doctor and Rose were walking behind the carriage as Rosheen glanced out into the dimming light of the horizon sun. “I have a feeling tonight will be a long night.” She muttered as her gut was marking its way into her mind. The carriage had finally stopped in front of a house, her aunt gently smiled as patting Rosheen’s knee, “Everything will be fine.” Rosheen could only rolled her eyes gently about the statement as she noticed the moon up high in the night sky.

Rosheen got off the carriage noticing the blond girl's clothing that caused her to raise an eyebrow, which the Doctor quick notice the gesture and supplied the explain. “Please excuse about the naked girl, I bought her for sixpence in old London Town. It was her or the Elephant man.” She didn’t buy those words as she walked toward the Doctor her finger reached out and trace the face. “Your highness, it isn’t…” the sentence was never finished as Rosheen suddenly turned her head as she felt something was different about the surrounding, though she glanced back at the Doctor again. “I recall, man that travel.” She faintly finished her sentence as she turn to walk into the house. The Doctor stood there for a moment as he tried to recall words that were at the tip of his tongue, “Oh my, I just got touch by the Princess of Wales!” Rose could only give a funny face before burst into laughter.

The night seems long as Rosheen stood among the chatting crowed about star gazing and the mythical side. After all she was pretty much used to people talking about mythical things - she was a part of it. She was in the time when all mythical started, so she felt it wasn’t need to listen anymore as her mind wondered off about other matters. 

Dinner was served as Rosheen sat down as she gazed down her food for a moment before slowly eating; her eyes were only locked in distance as her memory tried to spin around certain events - fragment of memories that surrounded tonight. The chatter around her didn’t seem to blend into her ears as she was feeling unsteady that something was among the house, or something was going to happen tonight that would make Rosheen jump into action. She had long hid her claws for a long time, and she felt tonight was a night she needs to defend her aunt. Must be her heritage sending warning signal to her, Rosheen kept her smile up on her face while she felt those waves of unsettle lingered around the atmosphere.

“The story goes back three hundred years. Every full moon, the howling rings through the valley. The next morning, livestock is found ripped apart and devoured. But sometimes a child goes missing. Once in a generation, a boy will vanish from his homestead.” Those words, it was enough to snap Rosheen back into the real world as she dropped her fork abruptly standing up.

“Something wrong, your highness?” 

She turned just enough to glance up at the full moon again, she knew just what was wrong now. Werewolf, it didn’t need to be told twice in her mind. 

“Werewolf.” Was all the word she said while she pace across the room than back again, she was trying to recall something. The Doctor on the other hand keep on wanting to know the full detail of the story, her aunt's face clearly shown she wasn’t pleased with the story at all, though still question for more. 

“Werewolf, I should have known about it.” Rosheen spoke again as she glanced up and notices the servant was holding an unsettle aura in her eyes. These weren’t the servant; those faint lingering words grumbled upon the lip had traveled to her ears. She knew those words. “Run.” She cried while she yanked her aunt up from the chair as she wanted to hurry down the corridor. She can hear the wolf crying to the full moon. She can hear it coming.

“Wait, who are you?” The Doctor asked out of the blue as he was puzzled why someone would know something like that. Rosheen faintly said, “I can hear the song sung.” She replied as the Doctor’s eyes popped open for a moment before smacking himself on the forehead. “Oh how can I not recall! Dear me, you really know how to hide.” 

Rosheen turned as her aunt said about the six attempts to kill her, it only made Rosheen release the grip of her aunt as she walked up and smacked the monk hard onto the face leaving a claw like mark upon the face of the monk. The monk was shock as he tried to grip onto her to only make Rosheen dodge and kick him hard in the middle. “They never learn that a lady could be quite deadly.” Rosheen puffed at the monk that was passed out onto the floor. She turn to see if everyone was alright instead she didn't find the Doctor, however, the sound of the wolf made it clear the time had come.

Somehow Rosheen manage to find them again as they ended in the library while flicking through books, Rosheen didn’t need to be explain as the Doctor keep on glancing up at her to confirm about the findings. “You'd call it a werewolf, but technically it's a more of a lupine wavelength haemovariform.” 

The words that lingered around the Doctor’s lips made Rosheen snapped back up as she finally finished the sentence for the Doctor, “It simply means the man was in tune into listening to wolf and think like one not to say it turn into a wolf too.” Rosheen finished her words as everyone looked at her, she waved her hand gently in the air as if to be ignoring in all cost, “Odd factor, mistletoe can prevent it to come.”  She went on saying as the Doctor popped up and went to lick the wood work on the wall.

“The wolf allergic to it?” the young blond asked as Rosheen turned her head again while the Doctor happily replied back in pure amusement. “Well, it thinks it is. The monkey monk monks need a way of controlling the wolf, maybe they trained it to react against certain things.” That only made Rosheen felt like snorting in general even it wasn’t lady like at all. She must be having more over lapping memories than she expected, thank god the Doctor hadn’t visited this time line much, or she will have a lot of problem with time. The law of time, tricky little thing.

The Doctor was jumping up and down as the diamond was shown to the door, not to say he found the connection to everything. “Not to get you all excited, but it is just around the corridor.” Rosheen faintly said as she finally got away from the window and walked down the corridor as the crowed washed into the observatory again. Her eyes were fixed as she glanced around pushing her aunt aside as she grabbed a small bottle of perfume from her bag. “Aunty, spray its own, it will buy us time by alternating your scent.” Her aunt was confused but did the same.

Sometime Rosheen had a feeling her aunt knew she was more than something else. Rosheen glanced at the Doctor as her words were. “They shall cut me instead of my aunt, for I can’t produce any child.” She gave a grim look as her aunt gaps covering her hand over her mouth, it was something vary secret to the Royal family as Princess Rosheen wasn’t able to have a child due to being an ill child since young.

The moment the wolf entered the room, Rosheen stood there as she glanced at the wolf. Her words? “I hold head over her, she is mine. The empire of the Wolf never can happen when ‘it’ guard over.” Rosheen’s words sound old as the wolf wanted to slash her, she simply stood there watching the moon light reflect and shoot right into the wolf, her face was holding a faint tint of oldness among her as she finally collapse onto the ground. “Did it bite you?” the Doctor asked after the wolf was banished, her aunt simply shook her head as she abruptly sat down onto the ground. “What happen to Rosheen?” The Doctor wasn’t sure what to say as he finally said, “Well she saved you, I don’t think she was hurt either.”

That was the end of this wired trip for Rosheen, she woke up in the morning as she glanced around. Her dark blue eyes locked with the Doctor’s brown eyes. “Once again, time had a funny way of showing things. Maybe we shall meet again soon.” Rosheen smiled as she struggle to get up and walked over toward the Doctor as she placed a light kiss onto his lips before she rush to wrap around her aunt's embrace. Werewolf couldn’t infect her, her blood was toxic to anything, and simply it was a power surge of energy that fluid through her blood as it was the energy that would rot her body in time.

In the end, the Doctor left as he and Rose glanced back at the house. “So who is Rosheen anyway?” The Doctor gave a funny look again on his face as he thought for a moment, “Someone, that just saved the Royal from having royal diseased.” The Doctor muttered before thinking again, “No wonder in record, Queen Victoria was the only one suffered from the mutation blood. Rosheen prevented it to happen in general, that clever person.” The Doctor laughed as he walked back into the TARDIS as he touched his lips as he recalling that faint kiss. “I miss you already, love.” He muttered before turning to Rose again, “so where next?”