TITLE: The Shadow Dancer
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: Drama
SUB-CATEGORY: General
RATING: R. Blatantly, it'll get bad.
DISTRIBUTION : Ask and you might receive.
GENRE : Wrestling (WWE/TNA - AU)
CAST: Malela Trombley OC, Chris Sabin, TNA roster, some WWE cameos, and an unnamed assailant.

SUMMARY:

Malela (Ma-le-la) Trombley was a WWE diva. She had a good career, she was a former Women's Champion, had a lot of amazing friends, but something went wrong. She had a vivid affair with a fellow superstar, and after they broke it off, Malela left the WWE for 'reasons unnamed'. Her contract is free though, and she's picked up by Total Non-Stop Action. It was her chance to really shine.
Malela has a new man in her life as well. TNA's Chris Sabin. Her alias on screen, Taylor, is the valet for America's Most Wanted (with Jeff Jarrett and Gail Kim) and is in the midst of a kidnapping storyline. But what happens when her storyline becomes all too real, and a shadow dancer is out to not only to make her pay for her past infidelity, but also, to prove he loves her? Love makes you do desperate things, this is one of them.

DISCLAIMER:
I've been dying to do a fic to prove I'm crazy D This is IT. "Sleeping With Ghosts" was bad, to where I got, but this one? Oh doggie, you're not even going to KNOW who the shadow dancer IS until it's, well, too late. Bum bom bum! Malela is mine, that's about it. I'm not dating Chris Sabin, I'm not managing Chris Harris and James Storm. I'm not friends with Gail Kim or Jeff Jarrett. You know the deal by NOW. Note: there are two main types of chapters. Present and video. However, there is one past. Hope it's all clear.

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Chapter One: Pain

(Video)

The video feed picked up in a dark room. It looked abandoned except for a chair in the middle of the room, and there was only one light shining. Right down on her.

"Why are you doing this! What did I do to deserve this!"

A female voice cried out, fear and ache in her voice. She was tied to a chair, by herself in the spotlight. Her jeans were torn, her shirt filthy, her hair matted and out of control. She looked rough for the wear and was hardly pleased about it. A voice, distorted, was all she could hear through her own tears and the grinding of old rope against her skin. Grinding, ripping into her wrists and ankles. The creaking of the chair beneath her echoed, too.

"You think you're innocent, Malela." it said, "You think you're an angel. But you're not. Why don't you understand! You've never understood, Malela!"

"Then why don't you tell me what I've done wrong!"

The spotlight went out. In the shadow, the camera picked up movement. The only other light in the room was from a cracked window, that was emanating mild rays of sunlight. It only made the entire video feed look more eerie. Creepy. But for Malela, it wasn't enough. She wished there was more light. The shadow touched the girl, it's hands tracing over her face, down her shoulders. It moved its hands along Malela's face again, and you could only imagine this, person, smiling about how violently her body was shaking. She was scared. There was no denying this.

"See… nobody could believe that this is real. Thankfully, the creative board put you into a similar angle on screen. I could just say, oh, this is part of the charade. Using your real name to make it, more real…what fun would using 'Taylor' be, darling?" the sound of lips exploring skin was heard as well as Malela crying. "Shhhh…" the voice drawled. "Don't be afraid, Malela. I can't kill you. You make me whole. He never loved you. I LOVED YOU." the voice screamed, "He could never love you… he loved her…loves, her…"

"What are you talking about?" Malela screamed, trying to get away from the fiery kissing her blind assailant was inducing on her. "Stop it! Just let me go!"

"Malela…" dark laughter, "don't start, please. I've always enjoyed it when you got frustrated. Or, annoyed. I'd hug you, I would. But if they find you, I can't afford my fingerprints all over you. I wouldn't want to get caught."

"You will get caught…" Malela said, but her whimpering stopped. The shadow was away from her. The spotlight turned back on, where you could only see Malela, tears streaming down her face. She squinted slightly from the brightness of the spotlight, and closed her eyes.

"Oh, Malela… I'd never get caught. They'd never expect something like this out of me. I'm upstanding… I'm a role model…"

"You're despicable…" Malela spat at the shadow, but it laughed. It just, laughed in her face.

"Thank you, my love."

There was a moment where there was no sound. Except breathing from the shadow and Malela's breathing. The lights went out again, and it was the crack in the window that made the shadow visible. The figure had a candle in its hand, and the only thing you could tell was black painted fingernails and smooth skin of its hands around the candle. The voice of the shadow was still distorted as it spoke, hiding it's true identity, and that of whether this soulless creature was a man or a woman.

"You see, this is just the beginning of the chronicle. The start of the poem. The epiphany that leads to a greater masterpiece. Malela is in this because she knows what she did. Someone, ask her, what was she doing before she came to TNA? What was she doing? WHO was she doing? It's all about that, all about this, and while it may seem pretentious, it's for her own good… she has to know the truth…"

There was a long pause, as the candle was blown out by lips, hidden just behind the dark. The candle dropped to the floor as the shadow walked back to where Malela was still weeping, unable to control it any more. She had been strong, but she couldn't understand why someone would take her right out from her own home. Her own apartment in Orlando, Florida; the same apartment where she spent nights and days with her boyfriend of three months Chris Sabin.

"Nobody could love Malela like I do. Some might say it's a dirty little obsession. I say it's my kindling. My life support. It's the iron lung to my breath. I need her… I love her. I breathe her, bleed her… desire her…"

The voice was nearest a whisper, as Malela turned quickly, feeling a hand swipe through her long hair. Something about this person was not right. Whether it was a man or a woman, they weren't all there. Or just blinded as to what was right, or wrong, by this woman Malela Trombley. This was a federal offense. Jail time, imprisonment, but evidently, this person didn't CARE. Something about Malela made it seem, right? Made it seemed…justified?

"There's only one reason I would do this…" the person said softly, as it was literally inches from the camera that was picking all of this up. "Nothing is going to change this, except her. It depends on her. I could never hurt her…"

Maybe this person thought that if Malela was theirs, things would be better? Chris Sabin would have something to say about it, that was for sure…

"Malela just needs to say she loves me and means it, and she can go. She doesn't love Sabin… she loves me! She just… well, she just doesn't realize it yet. That's why some time alone with me, she'll get it. She really will…" you could almost picture this person smiling about what they were saying. "It'll all be okay…"

Then across the screen…in dark red letters was a marquee.

Just you wait and see…

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A/N: I had posted it, but I'm reposting it because it'll give it a shot to be whole from the get-go. Not like how I originally posted it. Here's to hoping for some good reviews. Guess who the 'psychopath' is. Feel free! -M.S