Of Lies Murder And Love V2

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I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN KINGDOM HEARTS OR THE ORIGINAL COPY OF THIS STORY. Truthfully, I can write my own stuff...but the ending made me really depressed...so I got permission to re write it a LITTLE bit happier (and perhaps with a bit more suspense build up).

Link to original story: s/4804013/1/Of_Lies_Murder_And_Love

Re-Written Happy(er) Version (C) MEWchama*AKA Jay Feir(me)* (although the story credit for the original that made me want to write this is to BloodAndDiamonds-(who did yes, give me permission).

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DEMYX' POV

"Hey Larxene! I told you to go to bed over an hour ago! I really don't wanna play another game of Hansel and Gretel," I spoke this in a somewhat joking matter, the girl giving a pouty look as retort. I was there to babysit Larxene and Roxas yet again that night, both twins. They were the children of an extremely rich scientist, Vexen Clarisova, and his Wife Aerith. Larxene tended to be more evil and aggressive, much like her father showing signs of evil. Roxas on the other hand was shy, much like his mother.

I myself was sixteen years old. Here's a brief description; I'm tall, have aqua eyes, dirty blonde hair, and have only one thing, my sitar.

After finally (somehow) getting Larxene to bed, I heard the phone begin to ring. I was quite cautious, considering I had watched the most horrible movie the night before about a babysitter who almost gets killed. I picked it up, my voice slightly quivering.

"H-hello?" my voice sounded soft and slightly quiet.

"Have you checked the children?" My breath was hitched in my throat, and my heart felt as if it stopped. I was far near the point of screaming when the voice at the other end of the phone burst into a laughing fit.

"AXEL!" I screamed at him over the phone.

"Sorry! I just HAD to! "He choked this out, obviously still having fits of laughter. I myself was quite the opposite of amused, and also pretty unhappy.

"Don't you DARE ring me on this number ever again!" I slammed the phone down after I had finished hissing my words at him. To distract my mind, I paced the home. The Clesova house itself was huge, three receptions, two dining halls, five bedrooms, a laboratory, two offices, and two living rooms. All separated into three floors. That wasn't even including the guest house outside. This had managed to distract me, for a short while of course.

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After a while, I had finally finished my homework. Algebra is the WORST. I wouldn't need it when I became famous with my sitar though. As soon as I set down my math book, the phone began to ring.

"Oh, Uh, Hello?" I asked whoever was on the other line. All I received at first was husky deep breathing. I almost glared through the phone.

"Axel, I swear to god-," The phone suddenly went dead and I trailed off. Quickly, I shrugged it off as a practical joke. I made my way into the kitchen, grabbing a sea salt ice cream from the freezer and shoved it into my mouth. Suddenly, the lights went out completely. I became alarmed but stood where I was more a long moment. The phone once more began to ring, echoing throughout the house. As scared as I felt at the moment, I still slowly answered the phone anyways.

"Hello!" I hissed. My heart nearly stopped beating as that same heavy breathing occurred.

"Have you checked the children?" At once I knew that this couldn't be Axel, and that is wasn't. For one, Axel's voice NEVER sounds that serious, ever. Second, it was an entirely different voice altogether. I quickly whirled around, terrible images of the children dead flashing through my mind in my panic.

I grabbed a knife from the kitchen as quick as I could, and raced up the stairs in the almost pitch black darkness. I swung the door to the children's rooms open in a rush; both of them were perfectly fine. I gently shut the doors before turning around and heading back down the stairs. Just to be safe, I searched every last inch of the huge house and found nothing and no one. I left no corners unsearched. Finally, feeling I was safe, I plopped onto the couch and dropped the knife, which dangled over the side and eventually fell. Then the phone rang again. I answered, fright returning.

"You couldn't find me, could you?" The voice spoke slowly, taunting me and even held a hint of laughter. I jumped and began to search for the knife that had fallen, and obviously not doing a very great job in my panic thought of the next best thing, well, maybe not BEST thing.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" I got no answer. All I got was the beeping of the phone wires having been cut from the cord. Turning around, my heart stopped as I looked into the eyes of a man, only a few years older than me, holding the very knife I had just lost. Fear and Panic filled me.

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This is the prologue (re written) and I'd feel guilty if I just re wrote the ending so the whole story is a V2...I hope you enjoy and don't kill me...the ending of the original just made me teary eyed! But I loved the suspense, romance, and the horror. It's just that amazing.