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You already know it but I don't own ML and I never will I do however own the OC.
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Prologue
***Two years ago***
"Uncle! Uncle!" a young girl called ecstatically to an old man.
She was an average height thirteen year old girl, smooth dark skin like chocolate and wavy, chestnut brown, shoulder length hair. A wide smile graced her lips showing her teeth. She was a beautiful child to any who looked quickly but if you made eye contact with her you would have seen her eyes were a deep red, almost blood like, colour.
"Hello there Ivianne, how are you faring today?" The old man asked in.
"Uncle Fu… I told you to call me Ivy." She pouted.
"Ah, yes, yes my old mind fails me. Wait who are you?" Master Fu joked.
Ivianne whined childishly.
"Master Fu, could I have a word with you for a moment?" Ivianne's mum walked into the room.
"Oh, I'll leave" Ivianne skipped out the room.
"She's so energetic." Master Fu smiled.
"Yes, she is. I'm sorry for leaving her in your care while her father and I travel."
"It's no problem, Isabel. You and Oscar need the inspiration." He laughed.
"Honestly being a designer. You have to think of things on the move." She said stiffly, taking a seat.
A thick silence plagued the air.
"You've noticed haven't you?" Master Fu asked, walking to the slightly ajar door, "She's… special."
"I thought it was just me. My eyes didn't change till i was at least sixteen. Perhaps because there was no threat. Does that mean something is coming?" Isabel asked, her brows creased in worry.
"I don't know." He sighed then shut the door.
Ivianne huffed. She was listening in on the conversation but once the door shut she couldn't hear a thing. The door was at least three times thicker than normal doors. She ran to the mirror down the corridor and stared at the sparkling red orbs that faced her. People had been afraid of her because of them but she smiled to appear friendly. It worked for the most part but there were some exceptions like Chloé Bourgeois who, no matter how kind Ivianne had been to her, always seemed to get angry at her. She shook the thought of it out of her head and smiled into the mirror. It was still a sad smile so Ivianne turned away from the mirror to meet her mother coming out of the room looking quite solemn.
"Mama?" Ivianne asked softly.
"Ah, sorry sweetheart. Mama's gonna go to the airport now. Now be a good girl for Mister Fu, you'll be staying here for two years until your sister gets out of university. Ok sweetie?" Ivianne's mother smothered her in a hug.
"I'll be fine mama." The young girl nuzzled into her mother's neck inhaling her scent for the last time for a long time, she smelt sweet… butterscotch, her eyes filled with tears, "I'll be fine…" she whispered.
Isabel stood up and turned away from her daughter to prevent her from seeing her tears, "I'll call as often as possible."
"Be safe." Ivianne mumbled through her tears.
Her mother visibly froze up, "I'll be as safe as I can be."
Then she left.
"Come on Ivy I'll show you to your room." They made their way up to the room.
It was quite a large room, painted a vibrant red, a cosy looking bed in the right corner a desk and chair, a shelf filled with books and a sliding door leading out to a spacious balcony.
"The moving van will be here with everything tomorrow but before you get settled, I heard you're an amazing musician, so…" he said leading her to another room.
It was a music studio fully equipped with the latests technology.
"Your mother and father wanted to give this to you."
Ivianne burst into tears.
***two years later***
Ivianne looked sadly across the empty room. It was finally moving day and her sister, Clare, was helping her to take the smaller things to their new appartment. It was much more spacious than the room she looked over now but it wouldn't hold the same sentimental value. Every day after school she would come in and talk to Master Fu for what felt like hours before coming into her room and read and do her homework. After that she'd go to her recording studio and scribble down lyrics or record music. She had made quite a name for herself, GreyMoon, the faceless singer. She didn't want people knowing what she looked like not yet anyway but her mother was proud. Ivianne was very happy with that Isabel, being a world known designer that had high expectations, was proud of her daughter's music. Not that anyone knew who Ivianne really was, she was secretive, people didn't have to know her life. Ivianne's older brother and sister avoid the media's radar and know that their mother had gone on a long tour of the world it was easier to do so.
Ivianne walked to her old recording studio and started fondly, she'd often fall asleep here and wake up the next morning with a blanket over her shoulders or Master Fu would come and listen to her music and give some pointers that helped a lot.
"Ivy, you should get going. Your sister is waiting." Master Fu told her.
"I know but I'm going to miss this place so much." She sighed.
"You can come back anytime, Ivy. An old man can only live alone for so long." He laughed.
Ivianne rolled her eyes before kneeling and hugging the short man, "I know. Thank you so much, Uncle Fu. For…" Ivianne stopped before she listed every single favor the old man had done for her, "Everything."
He hugged her back, "Thank you, Ivy. For brightening up my life.
The girl stood up and wiped her tears, "It's best I head out now, you know how Clare is. I'd like to keep my head on."
The old man laughed, "Yes I do. Go ahead, summer is nearly over. Go enjoy yourself."
They walked to the front door.
"Bye, bye Uncle Fu." Ivianne called entering the car.
The old man waved as the car drove off.
"Now my sweet little sister is entering high school you grow up too fast." Clare said, fake crying, "What subjects are you doing?"
"Music, chemistry, physics, maths, French, art, fashion, photography and PE."
"PE? You don't take after me at all!"
"I'm so lazy, I need to get some exercise in. Plus it's kind of fun." Ivianne shot back playfully.
"Whatever, once you get into university you'll work the fat off!" she declared.
The sisters laughed loudly.
"Anyways, mum sent us some funds for your new year so once you're settled in we're going shopping!" Clare smiled.
"Yay." Ivianne said sarcastically.
"Oh come on! Your wardrobe is in dire need of an up date we'll sort out the ones for recycling later." The older sister bugged the younger.
"Yeah, yeah." The latter admitted.
Ivianne decided to take in her sister's details. She had smooth chocolatey skin like herself and had dark longer hair. Her hair was adorned with streaks of baby blue twists made from extensions. The style fitted her sister but would not fit herself. Clare wore dark blue skinny jeans that were ripped at the knee, a black and white checkered button-up top and black ankle black boots.
"I like you hair." Ivianne commented.
"Really? Thanks." Clare smiled, keeping her eyes trained on the road.
The younger girl stared at her sister before falling asleep.
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