Isabelle Bristow Vaughn looked out the window of the plane. It was foggy, surprise surprise; she was in London after all. It was certainly a change from the tropical island that she had spent most of her life on, or LA where she had visited plenty of times. She felt the jet touchdown and eventually stop. She didn't pay attention as the flight attendant thanked everyone for traveling with whichever line her parents had gotten for her for this last minute flight.
She sighed and stood up to grab her one carryon, the only luggage she had, and went down the aisle. She walked into the Heathrow terminal knowing that no one would be there to meet her; no one knew she was coming. Isabelle herself hadn't known until an hour before the flight left.
She slowly stepped out into the chilly December air. She had had to buy a winter coat in New York on her layover, as the lowest temperatures on the island were in the sixties. She hailed a cab, slightly on edge about being in this strange atmosphere, but she knew that she would be able to hold her own with the martial arts skills she had been forced to learn.
"Where to miss?" the cabby asked with his pleasant British accent. Isabelle handed him the scrap of paper her mom had given her. Half an hour later she was standing in front of a little house in Chelsea.
"What am I supposed to do?" She mumbled to herself. "This guy hasn't seen mom in years," She took a deep breath and walked to the door.
She knocked on the door. A man of about her parent's age opened the door. "Will?" She asked.
"Can I help you?" He asked, appearing confused. Inwardly, Isabelle gave a sigh of relief. Her mom had said he may not go by that name and freak out when she called him that.
"I'm Isabelle,"
"Isa--Vaughn?" he asked shocked. He managed to open the door although his mouth still hung open. "Um come in. Are your parents here too?" his accent was American.
"No…" Isabelle found herself in a well decorated modest entry. Will took her coat for her and put it in a closet.
Worry clouded his icy blue eyes, "Did something happen?"
"Well something happened because I have been flown halfway across the world in the matter of a day," She took out an envelope her mother had given her to give to Will. She had had to fight the urge the entire time to not tear in open and read it. Hoping it contained some of the answers to her parents hush hush past. But she hadn't only because her mother promised to tell her everything when she got home. If I get home she thought with a shiver.
"Will!" She heard a female voice call. A woman entered the room but stopped short at seeing Isabelle.
"Jack this is Isabelle Vaughn, Isabelle this is my wife Jack," They shook hands.
"Nice to meet you," Jack said, her accent was a combination of American and British.
"Actually Will its Isabelle Bristow Vaughn," I said.
He grinned, "Of course it is," He turned to his wife. "I've known Isabelle's parents for years. There has been a family emergency so they sent her here for a couple weeks,"
Isabelle was slightly taken back at the way he had easily spun a story of half truths. It reminded her of something…
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a call for Jack from above followed by the sound of running above her head. She heard the steps quicken as someone ran down the stairs. At the bottom of them a teenager of about sixteen appeared. He was tall and well built. It was obvious from his tan face that he didn't spend all of his time in Britain. But what Isabelle noticed the most was the seriousness in his eyes, almost like…no she was imagining things.
The teen had looked ready to say something but he stopped on seeing Isabelle.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize we had company,"
"This Isabelle Vaughn, Isabelle this is Alex Rider,"