You might have seen this story before, my sister started it; but she didn't want to continue. So I asked her if I can use it, so this is the third story in my Doctor/Donna series; the first one is called 'A life worth saving' followed by 'A strange sort-of illness'. I suggest you read those two first.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, and my sister owns the other characters outside the DW universe.

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The Doctor panted noisily, his hearts thumping hard in his chest. He looked up at the chain link fence he was pushed up against, his options not looking good. It was too high, he would be lucky if he managed to make it halfway before she would catch him.

She stood at the end of the alley, black hair swirled about her face. There was no wind, but it still gave off the appearance as if she was in water. Her eyes matched her hair color; a distant streetlight glinted in her dark pupils. In the darkness, her pale skin glowed, but he could make out the crimson lipstick she had applied to her full lips.

The ebony coat she wore flapped softly at her heels as she took a step forwards, her boots clicked on the pavement.

The Doctor felt pure fear pulse through him in that single moment. He mused over the thoughts that had drifted into his mind. Donna, Jack, Martha. They were all smiling in his memories. Not knowing that they would never see him again. That he would never see them again. Wondering if Jack and Donna were beginning to panic about his absence.

He wished he could have told them all the things he should have said. He wished he could have kissed Jack once more, let Martha know how sorry he was for not loving her back, he wished he could of held Rose one more time, and he longed to see the TARDIS.

But, what he wanted more than anything was to see Donna, to tell her that he loved her and how grateful he was to have her in his life.

"Who are you?" Her accent thick and heavy, the Doctor could only guess that it was probably Eastern European.

The Doctor swallowed, knowing that the question was directed to him. His voice was small from the panic.

"Th--the Doc…tor."

"Species?"

He tried to look away from her eyes, but he was transfixed, "Time Lord." He replied.

"You?" He asked. He was stalling. Stalling from the inevitable.

She eyed him, as if this was one word question had never been asked of her before.

"Promise." She said softly, "I'm a vampire, but you know that already. Don't you?" She asked taking another step.

The Doctor tried to gulp, but his mouth was dry. He nodded.

The vampire named Promise took another step and was instantly in front of the Doctor.

He flinched at her sudden manifestation, but he was grounded in place, the idea to push her away and run never came to him. Her eyes bore up at him.

Her hands reached up and grabbed a hold of the fence, pulling herself up upon the cement ledge that rose about a foot off the ground. So that she was eye level with him.

The closeness of her was intoxicating. The fear had not let up, but it was more or less fuzzy, like a cloud had settled before his eyes.

Now that he was so close to her, the Doctor could see her features clearly; her red lips didn't look as if they had been painted with any makeup, rather that they were in fact that shade of crimson; the color of blood.

"I'm going to kill you now." She spoke calmly, her eyes blinking in time with his own, "I let all my victims know before, so that there's no confusion."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, her cold lips met his cold face.

The Doctor merely nodded, he didn't know why, he just felt that he needed to move any part of his body, since his arms nor legs were working at the moment.

Promise inhaled deeply, her teeth scraped against the flesh of his neck.

The Doctor closed his eyes, his mind surfacing the image of Donna; and he waited for what was to come.

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I hope that this is going to be good, I just loved my sister's idea for it, I wished that she could have finished it, but she has other things to worry about now.

Please review and let me know. I'm going to continue on, but I'd like to see some support people. Thanks! :)