You lay in your bed, your pale reflector casting an inexorable shadow that was slowly dragging you out of this world. Dottore sat next to you, understanding you, his fangs unconsciously reaching for your skin, but he stopped.

"I can't, I can't turn you away!" he said, holding back tears. "I thirst for blood, but I won't make you immortal. I liked the sparkle in your eyes, forgive me for that pain..."

You stroked his hair gently, knowing he was only half vampire. You pulled him closer, your weak hands comforting him. "Dottore... In your eternal life, when I'm gone, who will remain with you?"

Your words sounded like a final whisper, and tears gathered in his eyes, realizing that a part of his soul had left with you.