A/N: This is a teaser chapter if you like, a little prologue from the killer's point of view to ease us all in gently to this charming new story of mine...Enjoy...

Chapter 1

Beautifully Broken

People are all damaged.

'To be alive at all is to have scars.' Everyone had scars, flaws, it was part of being human. Their history defined them, made them who they were, either by their decision to accept it and allow it to shape them, or by their rejection of it and therefore their decision to take their lives down that course.

Some people, of course, were more damaged than others. These people lived in the world of light in which we go about our daily lives with such ease and pleasure but were unable to live in the light, clinging to the shadows of the world that had haunted them so in the past. Both apart, and not a part, never a part, of the world we lived in. Forever stalked by the ghosts of their pasts, the monsters forever lingering under beds and their demons always over their shoulders.

He loved them. All of them. He thrived on learning the secrets they hid from everyone, including themselves. Got off on the idea of extracting the deepest darkest parts of their nature, showing them what they truly were and then removing from this world they had been so tortured and tormented by.

But there had been one. One he had pulled the darkness from and found that it did not turn her into something he no longer had any use for, something that had to go. He found that it made her into something that he could love. Something that he wanted. Something he changed, something he pulled all of her traumatic past from and when in the light, found that it did not want to leave. It consumed her. It consumed them both and he had needed that.

But they had taken her away from him. They had taken control of his life. They had destroyed her...They had to pay.

They were damaged. They were human. But one. One he wanted above all others. One of them was so damaged, so beautifully broken that it was impossible for him not to want her, to need her. She who still woke up screaming from the nightmares that continued to plague her, but that she would not tell her colleagues, would not explain the scars she hid so well from them. But not from him.

He knew her deepest fears, and he knew how to get them from her. Because he knew, he knew that all he must do is go to her, go to where she was; to terrorise, to threaten the innocent and she would come to him. She was always a protector, always a saviour, always on the side of the victim. Blinded by her hatred of the ones she most feared. He was here for her. He was doing this for her. To find her. To have her. To force her to reveal herself to him. And then? Well then he would destroy her...

'Her' was Sara Sidle...

A/N: Thank you for reading, as always I appreciate your thoughts :)