F.A: Hello again. Thanks so much for the reviews. Anyway, before you read this chapter, I just wanted to explain the twins P.O.V. a little. It was two confusing to say "we" all the time when it's them thinking personally so they think in "I" instead of "we". If anyone has a problem with that…well, review first and then I'll bitch to you:-). Anyway, enjoy…

Twin: yes…enjoy…maniacal laugh

FA:….

Chapter Two: One Lie

Michelle's P.O.V.

I woke up on a soft bed with white covers. I blinked at the sheets confused for a few seconds before looked around the room carefully to keep from appearing to be awake. I looked around the room as carefully as I could and soon realized this wasn't my room. With that realization, it all came back to me and I almost started to cry again, when I realized that someone was in the room with me. I decided to feign unconsciousness, just till I could figure out what else to do and just what the hell was happening. Suddenly, I heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the bed. I tried not to tense so my fake sleep would continue to look more realistic, when suddenly I was turned over onto my back.

"We know you're awake." Came the crisp British accent unmistakably of one of the twins. I sighed and decided to open my eyes before more violent means came into effect. I opened my eyes and saw the twin up close for the first time. He was still very attractive to me, but I was too upset at the moment to care about his appearance. A few tears leaked from my eyes as the memory came back to me and I looked down from the twin's face unable to hold the tears back. Wordlessly, he walked back over to the table where his twin sat. I closed my eyes as the tears came harder and tried to calm myself. Though my family had always made me feel miserable, I still loved them and the thought of them dying so painfully…I knew I couldn't continue to think about them anymore, especially since I needed a clear mind to get through what ever the hell was happening to me. I forced myself to look over at the twins who were playing a game of cards. After what seemed like hours, my tears reduced to sniffling as I continued to watch the twins play their game. They were so mechanical in their movements, so equally matched that it seemed as thought neither would win the game. Finally, I mustered up the courage to speak to them

"What happened?" I asked, the question being the first thing to come to me. Apparently not only had I surprised myself but I had surprised the twins.

"A shooter walked in. It seems like he was aiming for your family." One of the twins said emotionlessly. I wiped my tears from my face, unsure of how to react to this news. I knew I wasn't going to get any emotional support from the twins, judging from how easily they were able to continuing playing their game. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind from everything that had happened and tried to focus on now.

"What are your names?" I asked, more to distract myself than for the answer.

"One." The twin on the left to me answered.

"Two." The other, said looking up from the game as his twin did. I nodded my head, though I was confused as to why they were named so strangely.

"Michelle-"

"We know your name." One answered sharply. I opened my mouth to shout back before deciding against it and closing my mouth. I figured arguing with the guy who would willingly put a blade through my heart wasn't a wise idea. I looked down nervously, unsure of what to say to the twins. One of them alone intimidated me as it was, I could barely handle being in the same place as two of them. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was going on two-thirty, which didn't make sense to me. We had left for the restaurant at about one and got there for the two o'clock meeting with the Merovingian. When we had settled in and started eating it was about two-fifteen, but it made no sense that I would be out for only fifteen minutes. Suddenly I realized that I must have been out for a full day if it was two-thirty. Just as I had straightened out my confusion, one of the twins, I think the one named Two stood up and walked over to me.

"How is your wound?" He asked and I was reminded of why my neck was hurting so much. I reached up to it and felt a bandage around the area. It didn't seem deep enough to be life threatening, but I was sure it would scar.

"The wound you gave me is doing just fine." I answered agitated. I guess it was that anger part of the loss that was setting in. Two suddenly froze and looked at me with surprise. I thought it was in angry surprise and closed my eyes, awaited the fist that would hit my face.

"How do you know it was me, not my brother?" I looked at him, surprised by his question and that my neck was still connected to my head.

"I-I don't know…" Both Two and One stared at me, the surprise written all over their faces. Even though they were identical, there as something different about the twins, something that made it so I could pick them out easily. Suddenly, both walked out of the room, leaving me to my confusion.

Two's POV

We walked out of the room to where the Merovingian's room was. The girl had revealed to us that she was the one he was looking for. I was reeling with the amazement that Michelle could tell us apart.

"We can't believe she could tell us apart." One turned to me and gave me an understanding nod.

"Not even Mero can tell us apart and he's known us far longer."

"300 years longer." I muttered under our breath. Suddenly I turned to One and stuck my hand out to stop him. He looked down at my hand, then back at me.

"What are we doing?"

"We think it might be good if we don't tell him about her gift." One looked at me confused.

"Why?"

"We know what he will do to her. He did it to the last one. We can save her-" One looked at me and glared furiously as he always did when I mentioned …her.

"We don't care about her." One scoffed angrily. As his twin, I saw past his anger as a cover up and pressed the subject.

"Yes we do. She's just like us."

"She is nothing like us…nothing like her…" There was an awkward pause between us during which I could tell he was considering what I had said. Suddenly he turned to me with a look that to anyone else would appear to be aggravation.

"We'll tell him she's awake, nothing more, nothing less." One muttered suddenly, as far as I could tell feeling guilty for mentioning…never mind. We walked on and I knocked on the door to the Merovingian's room.

"Yes." Came the heavily accented voice. One and I looked at each other, grimacing before we entered. He'd been drinking again.

"Ah, you two. Has our little Harajuku girl woken up?" The Merovingian said as soon as we walked in, a glass of wine dangling in his hand.

"Yes." One and I answered simultaneously. He looked at both of us questioningly and we both knew what he was silently asking us.

"She has showed us no signs of being a vampire program."

"Report to me as soon as she does." Mero said, waving us away, unsatisfied and uncaring about our report. We quickly left the room, glad to be out of his sight and walked back to Michelle.

"We hope we did the right thing…protecting her." One muttered under his breath. I looked at him as we continued to walk.

"So do we."

The End

FA: I hope you guys enjoyed that. I did. Anyway, you know the drill. You like, leave a review, you don't like, still leave a review.

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