Author's Note - Hey! This is my first fic so please be kind. I am using Movieverse but a few things will be changed. Enjoy!

17/02/2011 – Hi, I was recently reminded about the fact that I haven't updated this in a long time, and my parents took an interest in what I'd written. So, I dutifully decided to continue, but upon re-reading the stuff I'd already written I found so many holes and bad bits of writing, that I had to re-write it all and fix all the bits where I'd failed to explain stuff or had repeated myself. Hopefully, I've also taken into account some of your criticisms and fixed stuff you thought wasn't all that good. I'm sorry for not having updated in so long, but a lot of things happened, and I lost the will to write anything for an awfully long time. But now, with my life sorted out and my Mother breathing down my neck (with the best intent in the world, I'm sure) I'll be updating as often as I can, writing when I'm not at work.

Please bear with me as the updates will by no means be regular and I'll try not to leave you all hanging for quite so long next time.

So please, for the moment, enjoy the re-written chapters, and let me know what you think.

A Light in the Dark

Prologue

The daylight was coming to an end and long shadows were creeping along the ground, swelling, growing into the all encompassing darkness of the night. In a back alleyway, a man, tall and strong, waited. He had been there since the first shadows of evening had appeared, just standing in the same place. He wasn't waiting for anyone in particular, he appeared to have no purpose, but within him was a dark and terrible desire. He waited for a victim. As yet, she was unknown; all that was certain was that she was female. She had to be small, appear defenceless. A brunette would be preferable, but really hair colour didn't matter. Beauty though, now that was a must. He took a long drag on the cigar, the light from the end causing his dark eyes to glitter in an altogether disconcerting way. He flicked the ash away, releasing the smoke from his mouth. So far he'd not seen anyone on the main street that would make a suitable target. Wait, there she was.

Walking on the opposite side of the street from him was a beautiful girl. She was petite, slender, with long chocolate brown hair. She had a pale complexion, dark eyes ringed with black lashes and she was dressed elegantly. She couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. She was perfect.

He flicked his cigar away, and slipped out of the alley onto the main street. He followed her, keeping his distance for now, while there were still witnesses, slowing his walk to a nonchalant stroll. She glanced behind her after a while. He leered at her. Her eyes widened and she sped up, still walking but quicker. He followed. After a few more corners she looked behind her again. he was still there. So she began to run, he followed. After a while though, in her blind panic she did what he had been counting on. She turned down an alley, a dead end.

She was cowering against the wall, begging with him, pleading for him to leave her alone. But the sounds of her pleas were music to his ears. He caught hold of her arm, throwing her to the ground. She fell hard and he wasted no time, straddling her waist, he began to pull at her clothes. She let out an almighty scream. The sound of it ripped through the silence of the night, echoing along the streets and alleys. He cursed. He backhanded her, but she only screamed louder, obviously hoping someone would hear her. he hit her again, her scream faded slightly, but not enough for him to posses her without fear of being found. Again and again he hit her, marring her pale skin, her lip split and her crimson blood began to flow down her chin. The sight of her blood against her skin was delightful to him, and he grinned with pleasure. This was just as enjoyable as what he had planned. He hit her again, this time harder, leaving her face and raining blows upon the rest of her body. She whimpered now, her voice useless, her throat raw. He returned to hitting her face. Then he took her head in his large hands and lifted it, mashing their lips together in a brutal kiss, before slamming her head into the concrete ground. There was a sickening crunch. Blood pooled on the floor, spreading in a thick red wave like some sort of demonic halo. She was still. Her dark eyes were open and wide, windows into her last thoughts and feelings of fear and revulsion. He laughed. She was lovelier to him now, broken and bleeding, dead.

He rose from her, reaching into his pocket for another cigar. He lit it, took a drag and then flicked the ash onto her corpse. He sighed. He was hard, his jeans tight and uncomfortable. He turned and left, there was a bar three streets away, he would be able to find a girl there, cheap rates and they weren't bad looking. He was even willing to let her stay alive, so long as she let him play rough. He was in a much better mood now. Shame she'd died though, he wasn't into necrophilia and her body had looked as if he would be able to get a lot of pleasure from it, probably never touched. Shame that really, a deflowering was always satisfying.

Back in the alley way, her body lay in a pool of blood. The blood was still spreading and now it reached the bins at the side of the alley. Next to the bin, just thrown away, lay a book. It was old and worn, well read but unwanted. As the blood seeped onto the browning pages the book began to quiver. Suddenly the book opened, pages fluttering in a non existent wind. The book fell open, blood still seeping into pages.

White light erupted from the pages, engulfing the alleyway. Had any looked down the alley they would have been blinded. No one saw as her body was borne up, cradled gently. The wind whistled down the alley and voices could be heard singing in a language no one would have been able to understand. And then, clear and ringing, a voice spoke out over the sounds of the singing,

'Tolo hi! Na Ennorath! ' (Come Now! To Middle-Earth!)

Then, without warning, the light went out.

Not a trace of her was left, no blood, nothing. No one ever knew that she had met her death in that alleyway. No one knew that a man had committed murder, but a week later, that same man was found dead in a doorway, apparently of natural causes. Which was strange, since he had been in the peak of his health and relatively young.

All that was left to mark the extraordinary events was a book, with well used and browning pages and obviously well read, but devoid of any words.

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