A/N Welcome to chapter 2, The introduction of KAITLIN. Thankyou so much to all of those that have reviewed! Thankyou for the suggestions too! (note the 'deep') This is a long chapter and I hope you enjoy it. Sorry if my grammar is not the best, every time I read over it I seem to miss many things out ...or in.

'Ahh!!! GASP AHHHHH!!!' Kaitlin screamed as she began running around the room in circles, 'GET it away from me! Hurry! Hurryhurryhurryhurry!' In the midst of her tantrum she had already squashed the culprit, a small red spider. Kaitlin then began screaming because, now, she had goo on her shoe. (and because she had actually killed something.)

The witch king bent down and scrapped off the spider goo, 'Uhoh, Thhelob ain't going to be too happy about thith,' he lisped/mumbled, throwing the spiders favourite child out of the window.

Kaitlin sat down heavily on her pink chair next to the dressing table; it was absolutely barbielicious! She was breathing heavily.

'Mith,' the nanny hesitated, 'why aren't you downstairth helping?'

'Helping with what?'

'The creathionth.'

'Of?'

'The ugly black thingth.'

'I'm not going down there! Ugly black things! Why should I help? I prefer creating beautiful, sparkly things.'

'But mith, your father witheth it of you.'

'Wishes? Wishes? He wishes me to marry that Sarahman! I'm not going to marry some transvestite with long white hair! He tints his eyelashes!' Kaitlin stomped her foot hard on the ground, her father had already began preparing the ceremony. It made her sick to the stomach to even think about it.

'It ith for your own evil, and for the evil of the country Mith.'

'I don't care, he's got wrinkles and he smells like weed.' The witch king sighed, for 15 years now he had been the nanny of the girl, and he longed to see her married off to some evil being, not because he wanted to be rid of her, but because he was really a sentimental old chap. In fact, Souron had often complained that he didn't spoil her enough. He would say, 'How do you expect her to grow up sour and twisted if she isn't properly spoiled? Discipline turns them into soft little wossy things. I want her to grow up expecting, no, demanding her own way. That's what makes an evil dictator.'

'Ok,' Kaitlin began to get up.

'NO NO NO! How many timeth have we been through thith?! You are the daughter of the future ruler of thith world! You don't give in to thome panthy half-dead old man in a black cape that ith really invithible! You thtand up for yourthelf! Don't lithen to anyone unleth you can get thomething from them. If they annoy you, you kill them! Underthtand?!'

Kaitlin's eyes began to water, and she screwed them up. In the 13 years since the default chapter, she hadn't really changed. She was still soft, and wossy, and easily reduced to tears. She was picked on at evil school for liking the colour pink, for wearing bows in her pigtails and not to mention for helping little Orcs when they fell over in the playground. After the horrible school experience, Souron had decided to have her home tutored. Sometimes Kaitlin wished she was in a different world, or somewhere far away, where people appreciated kindness and compassion.

'Stop shouting at me... please.' A small tear trickled down her cheek, the shower before the storm.

'NO! NOT PLEAthE! Demand! For example: thtop thhouting at me or I will cut your eyeballth out with AN IMP POWERED CHAINthAW!' (oh the irony)

Kaitlin sniffed, then sniffed again. Her rouge was now streaked with a few more tears. 'Fine, I won't go if you don't want me to.'

'URGGG!' Nazgul number 1 began hitting his head against the (pink) wall. It was pointless; she was so unlike her father or her mother. In the early days, they thought her soft nature was due to her mother's early death, what a wonderfully evil woman, a hell woman from ... hell. She had died when a stray lightning bolt struck her. After she had got her horns coated in the MeTaL Mithroll it really was not a good idea to go walking around her husbands work shop whilst he was creating.

'OK I am thorry! Jutht continue reading Kill Kill Kill and torture. You know your father ith particularly interethted in torture.' With that the cloaked Nazgul got up and left the room.

Kaitlin lifted the huge black book off the floor and ran her dainty fingers over the small iris sticker she had stuck indiscreetly onto her book. She was a pretty girl, with deep silvery grey/green/blue (depended on what she was wearing) eyes. She had long chocolaty brown hair, with a fringe that she had cut herself with a razor when she was too chicken to do her wrists (not encouraging it people! Not encouraging it). She was not particularly tall, but she made up for it with her big heart. A warm sticky, salty, shiny, sparkily, sapphire (but not blue) of a tear stung her face like an angry hornet with a big sharp pointy sting, as it slid down her cheek and landed with a plop on the book. (Most descriptive sentence... cough). 'Why was I even born,' she whispered. (I could go into describing that, but it was a rhetorical question.)

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, interrupting the basking in her self-pity. A long green face peered through.

'Kaitlin man, your father dude wants to talk to you stud,' the ancient man wheezed, a pool of green unhealthy looking smoke poured out of his mouth, nostrils and ears, as he spoke. Kaitlin wrinkled up her nose in disgust, then coughed in an overly feminine way. If she ended up married to this, gangly white haired chain doper, the first thing she would do was to break his bondage to his youth, which was several thousands of years old. He stepped through the door crack and offered her a long bony anorexic hand. Kaitlin cringed, long nails ergh! She took it anyway though because it was the polite thing to do.

Sarahman tried to smile, but her, (sorry), HIS botox injections failed to allow him to do more then a ghost of one. Kaitlin closed the door behind her, and nearly tripped over Sarhman's long and clingy white ballgown. Kaitlin glanced up at HIS face again, she regretted it soon after as the contents of her stomach tried to creep up her throat. Yet again he had failed to dye his hairy black mono brow, white, along with the rest of his ridiculously long hair that seemed to grow longer every time she looked at him. Why?! Why would he dye his nose hairs, ear hairs and eyelashes before dying his eyebrows? She tried not to notice his cold clammy hands grow with temperature when he looked at her. She self-consciously felt the neckline of her black dress.

The hallway they were walking through was a plain gloomy stone passage, with lit candles trailing all the way down it. It was a little cold and draughty, (Kaitlin had complained about it to her father, but he said it was traditional,) and there was no carpet except for the brown dead moss that only slightly softened the atmosphere.

'Going up?' grunted the ugly slug like creature that was wearing a tuxedo stained with some unknown substance, as the tall mahogany doors of the lift opened in front of them. Sarahman nodded his head elegantly, and lifted his ballgown as he stepped inside.

The slug man nodded then pulled on a long cord and shouted into a tube, 'going up', that went down to a bunch of thoroughly starved mermaids on the bottom floor that had to push the wheel. Souron was not liked by the sea people. It was considered cruel to force mermaids to turn wheels on land when they had no legs to help push. In fact, they often slipped on the oiled tiles, and were whipped until they got up again. This was just a temporary thing because soon they would become too weak to push, and they were the only ones he had managed to catch on his fishing trip, as he was not the fisher. Soon they would be given a meagre pension then dropped off somewhere, maybe a desert if he didn't like them.

The lift began moving upwards, and there was an awkward silence that not even tasteful elevator music could lift. 'I wonder why Father wants to speak to me?' Kaitlin said aloud.

Sarahman shrugged, then said, 'Maybe, dude, because of what you did, man, to your tutor last weekend...stud.'

Kaitlin's eyes widened, oh, she just knew that would come back and smack her in the face!

A/N What do you think of the characters so far? Please review.

P.S this chapter especially, is dedicated to my crazy friend Kaitlin.