Hey guys, hope you're enjoying the story's remake so far…because now you're probably going to kill me. The italics section is exactly the same as the original version, just in case you're tired of reading the same thing…no throwing bad fruit at the writer! Hehehehe, anyways thanks for reading this again, I really do hope that you are enjoying it and liking the improvements, but if you're not, feel free to inform me, and I'll go back to writing the old one. Deal? Okay, here's the next chapter!

Rating: M for Mature reasons…duh!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, because if I did it would suck and we all know that it doesn't.

AN: Please enjoy!

Chapter Three

"Te-ea…" Her name was whispered through the darkness, taking hold of her body like a cold and clammy tentacle that temporarily cut off her oxygen supply.

The Boogieman's footsteps echoed off her bedroom walls like thunder in a bad dream, coming toward her bed with sinister intentions that she at the age of six, had no understanding of.

"Hush now baby girl, everything will be alright. I'm here now." She felt his hand come down heavily on the patch just below her knew, sliding upward to her thigh in a sickening gesture of what he called 'affection.'

Other children had warned her about the closet monster that crept out of the closet and kidnapped young children while they slept, taking them to a dark place similar to hell where they would remain forever. They said he was tall and frightening and of course real mean, but she had a new description of him – pure evil.

He did this every night; he picked on her.

After pulling the blanket off he would slide his cold hands over her body and then remove her pajama bottoms. She hated it when he did that, it felt wrong and made her feel like a really bad girl.

"I don't like it!" she had once whispered, but he gripped her arms tightly and said in a fairly convincing rasp, "But I love you and this is how two people show their love," before planting a sickening dry kiss on her lips. She had wanted to cry, even scream, but her body was numb in frozen shock.

His hands investigated every inch of her body, sending sickening shivers through her entire being. Everything felt wrong and confusing and utterly disgusting, but she couldn't stop him, even when it all began to hurt…

"Now Tea, I have only one rule for you," he would say after each session that had left her body badly bruised and naked, and on some occasions bleeding. "This is 'our' little secret okay," his gruff whisper emphasizing particularly on the 'our.' "You must never tell anyone is that understood?" He glared down at her through soulless blue eyes that mirrored hers.

She reluctantly raised her lovely pair of wide eyes to his, her heart thudding against her chest and her stomach churning uneasily. She had to be a good girl and do as she was told. Just like her mother had taught her…

"Yes Daddy…I understand."

Streams of tears flowed delicately from the corners of her eyes as she jolted to an upright position, after awakening from an all too familiar nightmare that had haunted her nights for as long as she could remember. She could still feel his ghostly presence within the room and had to force herself to calm down.

Even though her logical sense told her that he wasn't there, she couldn't help but hold her breath, expecting his cold clammy hands to materialize from out of the dark, reaching out to touch her. Sometimes she would even see him, peering at her from across the room, before vanishing into the shadows, and sometimes his disgusting scent would linger behind.

Perhaps she was going crazy. Maybe she was crazy.

She hurriedly turned on her side lamp, welcoming its brightness with a deep breath of relief. Her pillow, as she soon discovered, had not only been clenched into a small ball, but was also completely soaked in her salty tears. 'Crap!'

There was no way she was going to get any sleep after the nightmare that she had just had, and despite it been the early hours of the morning, she found herself getting up and heading to the kitchen to get something to eat.

While pouring herself some orange juice, she glanced out of her apartment window, with a pained expression that she had never truly rid herself of. In spite of everything that had happened to her during her upbringing, she was better off than most.

She completed her high school education with average grades and had been accepted into Domino City's finest ballet academy, which started in a few weeks time. She had two part-time jobs, which paid for her studies and provided her with an apartment to live in, and didn't do the whole drug thing that most of the girls she worked with did, and luckily couldn't afford to drink her problems away.

And yes, her apartment was a dump, with leaking ceilings and a plumbing system that threw a tantrum every time she used it and was frequently visited by roaches and mice that sometimes made her feel like Cinderella, but it was home.

Yet he was still in control of her life, in spite of everything that she had managed to accomplish.

It had been two years since he disappeared…more like ran away and skipped the country, when her mother accidentally stumbled on his little 'father-and-daughter time' collection, which included his stack of sick videotapes and his ever-idiotic journal…big surprise! She always thought him stupid for stashing evidence, where someone could find it.

Once the news got out, he fled, but not without giving his daughter one final threat, to a then fourteen-year-old version of herself.

"I will come back."

Those same words echoed off the corners of her memory every morning when she woke up, every night when she went to sleep, every time she did something right, every time she met someone new, every time she thought about her past, every time she thought about her future…every single minute of every single day.

Every boy she dated treated her exactly the way her father had, screw and then leave, then came back to screw again, sometimes even hitting her to get their frustrations out…but she didn't mind, because it didn't matter. Nobody was ever going to treat her any different or love her like love was shown in the movies. She was after all broken goods, and who wanted something that was broken?

She took a long sip of her orange juice, allowing her mind to wonder to better places. She imagined been held in the arms of a lover that she had dreamed of so many times, almost gasping when she imagined 'Him' been the one to do it.

The stranger from the previous night, his blood red eyes seeming to glow in the dimly lit alley way while supporting his weight against the wall, staring right at her, seemed more like a dark fantasy dream than a memory. She remembered there been something oddly wrong with him, something that didn't seem right, and yet in spite of it all, couldn't overcome the powerful sense of attraction that she felt towards him.

She found a light smile form onto her lips, as the darkness seemed to lift around her, for a fraction of a second, but then frowned. She didn't know why, but she couldn't remember much of what had happened after that, he seemed to have vanished into thin air and she…she couldn't remember.

She glanced up at the city's distant horizon, noticing how a faint glow began to light its edges. Dawn was approaching, which meant that the first half of her day as the ever friendly, jewelry shop assistant at Mr. Hardwick's Treasure Chest was about to begin. As she placed the used empty glass in the kitchen sink, familiar words yet once again whispered in her ears.

"I will come back!"

Yami glared at the glass that still held traces of blood.

Though he was in a foul mood for having to satisfy his blood cravings, he couldn't help but channel his thoughts back to the memory of the blue-eyed girl. He wondered about how much she had seen, a little unnerved by the prospect that she may have witnessed more than she should have. If that was the case, he was in for some serious trouble.

Dawn approached keenly from behind the city's limits, arriving as majestically as it always did. It was time for him to retire to his darkened room, leaving the realm of the living to the reality that it belonged in, a place where he didn't belong. He leapt from the rooftop onto his balcony flawlessly, briefly enjoying the light caress of the wind against his skin. The sky was beginning to turn into a light blue colour, the kind that reminded him of the girl's eyes…

Peers out from barricaded metal box, wearing an army helmet… okay, now everyone just take a deep breath and calm down. Roars of aggravated screaming calls out and bad –vegetables- are thrown at me from all angles, until I am no longer clothes and flesh, but a dripping mass of rotten goods… hehehehe thanks for reading this again guys, I gotta go an get cleaned up and then start on the next chapter.

Get you're bad fruit ready…