Ian Kabra was not having a good day.
He had woken up with a migraine that had lasted all throughout his day, the painting he had been hoping to sell to some old lady had been damaged, and his car had mysteriously stopped working when he tried to leave the office.
"Bloody hell, " Ian muttered as he dropped his house keys. He sighed and picked them up moodily; shifting the groceries he had bought for himself and his sister to one arm. He opened the door to their house and set the groceries down on the table. "Natalie?"
He flipped on the light switches and looked around at the empty house.
"Natalie?" He called, puzzled. He walked into the kitchen and looked around for a note. His voice grew louder, "Natalie? Natalie! "
Nothing. The house was silent.
Anxiety bubbled up into Ian's stomach and his mouth went dry. He immediately reached for his phone and called her. As the call went straight to voicemail, Ian truly began to panic.
He called her two more times, all the while, going through every room in the house. He calls all of her friends and all of the shops in the city. He finally stopped and choked back tears of horror, trying to get a hold over himself.
He breathes heavily desperately trying to think of what to do. The thoughts of what could be happening to his baby sister make his eyes burn. He squeezes the phone in his hand and for one minute, thinks about calling his mother.
Instead, he dials a number that he only ever dialed once a few months ago. He squeezes his eyes shut as the phone rings and rings.
"Ian?" The voice he hears is shaking badly and on the edge of hysterical.
"Amy!" His voice matched hers, "Amy, Natalie's gone!"
"She is? Oh god. Nellie hasn't called for days!" Her voice cried. "Fiske is gone!"
"What's happening?" Ian desperately asks the one girl he knows always has the answers.
"The Vespers." Her voice yells for Dan. He hears her tell that Natalie is missing. The line is silent for a long time. When her voice returns it's scarily quiet. "Hamilton Holt just called us. Madison didn't come home. They're in Puerto Rice. Nellie was in France. Fiske and Dan and I are in California. You are in London. They're everywhere."
"What do we do? Natalie- Natalie can't-" Ian couldn't go on. He let out a sob before ruthlessly holding it in. "I'll be on the first flight down. Call everyone from the hunt."
"Be careful." Amy whispered. She paused and sighed. "Dan's on the phone with Jonah. I have to go. We'll find them, Ian, all of them."
Ian snapped the phone shut. He couldn't let the voice of even Amy, reassure him. Natalie had been taken under his watch. His annoying, dramatic little sister had been kidnapped. Ian squeezed the phone so hard in his hand, he was sure it was going to crack.
He robotically walked to the closet, looked passed his sister's Prada fur and grabbed a coat. He grabbed of the keys to his car and walked out the front door.
Whoever the Vesper's were, they were going to pay.
Okay, So that was something I wrote after reading the excerpt from the new Cahill's vs. Vespers book available at the 39 clues site. I might do one for the Holt's too…. Haven't decided yet.
So yeah. Hope you enjoyed.
