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Summer, 1998

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"And that's all for tonight, folks!" Barry ended the broadcast cheerfully. He switched to the music loop that would continue until the morning and with a bright smile, he looked at Anna who sat across from him. "I think that went quite well for the very first broadcast of Renaissance FM. Don't you think?"

Anna nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, but we should wait for the statistics before we can actually conclude that."

"Always so serious." Barry stretched his back, arms and legs while leaning back on the office chair. "I do not think we have to worry for the numbers, though. I'm sure this radio station will be a success. After all, we're the world's first art station. One of a kind so far."

Anna chuckled because of his optimism. She hoped he was right, and she had to admit; they hadn't encountered any problems today. Not even a interference with a local pirate station. However, she decided to keep Barry a bit in check, otherwise he would be devastated if it turned out bad. It wouldn't be the first time a radio station would perish due to the lack of listeners. "We'll see, Barry. We'll see," was her only response.

Barry let out a sigh and dropped his arms. He could feel it, though, Renaissance FM was going to be a success. All of London would turn their radio frequency to theirs, because they would give the undiscovered artists a voice of their own. Yes, he foresaw a bright future.

Anna snapped him out of his thoughts. "Let's get home. It is getting late."

She was right, of course, and they both stood up from their chair. Barry took the key out of the pocket of his black coat and after one last, proud look through the small chamber, he followed Anna out of the door and locked it. He hooked his arm through hers and together they walked through the empty hallways of the studio. There was a comfortable silence between them, but that silence was broken when the lights flickered. It cracked and zapped a few times until it totally broke down and left the two in a complete and utter darkness.

Anna's grip on Barry's arm got tighter. She was afraid of the dark, she had never succeeded in overcoming that childish fear. But, she didn't know that fear was far from childish. You should always fear it.

Barry knew of her fear and wouldn't have thought anything of the sudden break-down of a light -- that could happen --, if only it hadn't been all at once. He would never tease Anna about her phobia but that didn't mean someone else wouldn't.

"Jake," he shouted angrily, convinced it was his nephew. He had always been a prankster, but this wasn't funny. He could feel Anna tremble next to him, but she seemed to relax a bit when Barry had called out his cousin's name.

It was nothing, she tried telling herself, it's just Jake.

But there came no answer and Anna's thoughts faded away. She couldn't think. All she could do was holding on to Barry. As long as she was with him, nothing could hurt her.

"Come on, Jake. This isn't funny. You know she fears it. Turn them back on."

The silence continued and suddenly, the temperature dropped.

Anna silently broke down in tears. There was something really, really wrong, but Barry didn't seemed to realise it as he continued to beg Jake to turn the lights on.

She let out a scream when something stroke her arm, she was sure as Hell it hadn't been Barry. Even through her jacket, the touch had been cold as ice.

"What is it? What happened?"

But before she could answer, the bulb at the end of the hallway went back on. Anna closed her eyes in an instance, because in the spotlight had been standing a shadow. A dark, creepy figure with crimson red eyes. She tried to ask Barry if he had seen it too, but her voice didn't cooperate. In fact, her whole body was frozen. It was as if she was trapped, she was left alone with her consuming and growing fear, and all she could see were the red eyes. Even through her closed eyelids.

"What the fuck is that!" Barry tried to move her, they had to get out of here, but it looked as if she had turned into stone. No matter how hard he tried, Anna was frozen on her spot and he paused his poor attempts in getting some movement in her. That's also when he noticed she wasn't breathing anymore. First, her scared breathing had filled the hallway but now there was nothing but an eery silence. Barry put his hands against her cheeks, ignoring the menacing shadow figure behind him. All he cared about was Anna.

"Anna, dear. Can you hear me?" He tried to fight away his tears, her skine was cold, so cold. She looked like a cowered, marble statue, but that was not what she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be his beautiful, living, breathing wife.

"Anna?" He almost choked on his sob, but his sadness quickly turned into a raging anger. He clenched his jaw together and turned back around to face the shadow. "You will pay for this!" Barry screamed and the figure tilted his head a bit, his eyes glowing as rubies.

The light flickered and broke down again. With a furious scream and all the strength he possessed, Barry punched and kicked the air around him. He would kill it! He would kill the monster that did this! How dared it to touch his wife! She did not deserve this!

Something cold stroke across his face and then Barry stared right into the red eyes. He wanted to continue to attack it, but he realised he couldn't move. He only saw the eyes and all he could do was curse the monster which started to cackle madly when it realised it had won.

But its cackle abruptly stopped when the doors swung open, blasted out of its hinges and a bright, white light illuminated every corner of the hallway. The shadow hissed at the four strangers. It were men and they were all clad in tidy suits. One of the men grabbed an silver ball of the size of a hand, and rolled it towards the shadow over the ground. The shadow wanted to flee but there was no darkness to travel through. All it could do was watch as the silver ball rolled closer and stopped right in front of it.

The same man opened a piece of paper and spoke a few foreign words. The ball exploded and with a loud screech, the shadow evaporated into nothing.

The man put the piece of paper away and slowly walked towards the two human statues in the middle of the hallway. It didn't happen often, but this time the British Men of Letters had been too late. The Cold Dark One had taken two lives. Two innocent lives.

"I am sorry," he apologised, even though they were already gone.

Barry tried to tell the strangers he was still in there. But he couldn't do anything. He was trapped in his own mind. And so was Anna. They were assumed dead, when they were still very much alive.

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Present Day

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Frigus roared in his prison.

For too long he had been trapped in the veil the four suits had send him into.

But now, he could feel the bounds weakening.

Something was affecting it.

Soon, he would be free.

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A/N: I know, it's shorter than the other legends. Sorry.

In case you were wondering: all three legends are based upon real urban legends from London. You can read about it at urbanghostsmedia.com . Or just type in 'urban legends London' on Google, it's the first hit. Some are really creepy. O_O

But anyways, hope you liked this and are looking forward to the final part!

Allons-y!

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