This is a new and revised version of Gonna Be Me. I rewrote some section and fixed mistakes, but for the most part the plot is still the same. Enjoy!
Disclaimers: I do not own the 39 Clues or Gonna Be Me by *NSYNC
It's gonna be me
Ooh, yeah
"Amy, give me ten good reasons why I am going to visit a cobra," Dan whined.
Amy sighed. "For the nth time, Dan, this is an important family meeting. Its required that I go. If only Nellie wasn't in Paris, I would have her babysit you instead."
"Well, according to my ninja senses, something smells fishy here."
Dan dramatically jumped out of his seat, leaped into the air, and struck a ninja pose.
Amy rolled her eyes. Fifteen-year-old Dan can be a major dweeb sometimes.
"Please take a seat, the flight will be landing in ten minutes," the deep baritone voice of the pilot boomed through the speakers. Amy was anxious to get of the private jet. The six hour flight consisted of a constant view of the gray Atlantic Ocean, which made Amy quite sick.
She gently smoothed out her jet black dress, which cut off right above her knee. Silver thread is interwoven through the soft fabric, giving it an intricate look. Amy paired it off with matching black Chanel pumps and a heather gray blazer.
Her fancy attire was only for the sole purpose to look presentable at the Lucian meeting. She would much rather opt for a pair of worn out jeans and loose t-shirt than the tight, dressy outfit.
But a tiny fraction of her mind reminded her of a certain person.
You might've been hurt, babe
That ain't no lie
You've seen them all come and go, oh
His amber gaze that captured her. His heart-stopping smile that was only genuine to her. His perfect, jet black hair, never out of place.
Amy pushed the absurd thoughts out of her mind.
Stop this nonsense! Amy thought. The arrogant jerk is only going to hurt you more.
The boy who acted like he cared. Who she thought had feelings for her. The one who once stole her heart, then shattered it into countless pieces.
I remember you told me
That it made you believe in
No man, no cry
Maybe that's why
I won't fall for his acts and tricks. He's not going to hurt me again. Not this time.
The Kabra estate was like no others. Compared to the Cahill mansion, it is massive. The lush, trimmed lawn was perfectly manicured, almost making it look artificial. Amy and Dan handed their bags to the butler, who took it into their rooms.
She joined the group in the living room. Dan immediately ran off after seeing Natalie the "Queen Cobra", who gave him a glare. Amy lingered next to the kitchen, not wanting to get lost in the sea of unfamiliar faces.
"Hello, love."
The accented voice said smoothly, with an air of amusement.
"Hi."
"It's nice to see you. How has the Madrigal affairs being going?"
He is staring at her, the amber orbs boring into her jade green eyes. Amy felt her cheeks color.
After a pause, Ian smirked.
"Done staring? I know, I'm pretty pleasant to look at."
Amy sent the best glare she can. He was unchanged by her hostile look.
"By the way, did I tell you how gorgeous you look, love?"
"Don't call me that, Cobra! I know y-you are just p-playing with me again. I won't fall for it."
"And I see that you still haven't lost your adorable stutter."
Amy was fuming. "Just s-shut up!"
She turned around and headed towards the opposite end of the room, as far away as she can get from Ian Kabra.
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again
But I'm not like them
His gazed followed the red mane across the room. He replayed their conversation in his head.
I can't seem to please her. Nothing I do will ever be enough.
He thought about how true that was. Ian hated the truth. Because it hurt.
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody
Guess what?
It's gonna be me
A Kabra always get what they want. I will get Amy Cahill, and this time, it's gonna be me.
The meeting was short, and mainly went over the issues of a possible Vesper activities in a nearby Lucian stronghold. The branches both came to an agreement not to take action yet, but keep a close eye on any possible threats.
"Thank you, you are dismissed," the young Lucian leader said, "please stay for the party after."
Upon dismissal, Amy stood up abruptly and headed out the room. Finally, she thought. The amber gaze was on her the whole time, and it was hard to keep a steady glare towards his direction. But every time he looks over, her heart seems to beat a little faster. I won't fall for him, she reminded herself.
You've got no choice, babe
But to move on and you know
There ain't no time to waste
Ian was hoping to catch her before she left. But the Madrigal leader had already disappeared into the mansion. Maybe she really has moved on, Ian thought dejectedly.
"Dear brother, may I ask why you are moping like this?"
"I'm fine. Go away," Ian snapped. Natalie puffed, crossed her arms, and gave Ian a disdainful look.
Dan suddenly popped up. "Ewwewew! King cobra like Amy! And stop making kissy faces at each other. I'm gonna barf."
Dan snickered. Natalie couldn't help and let out a small sneer.
"Oh, alright. But I'm sick of you looking like a lost puppy over that Cahill peasant. It's time to step it up and tell her how your feel," Natalie said.
"But she-"
"Remember, a Kabra always get what they want." With that, Natalie followed Dan out of the room.
Amy looked around in her room. The floor was littered with clothes. But none of them are good enough for a party.
She picked up her best dress, a navy blue knee length dress adorned with clear sequins.
"Natalie would kill me if I wear this."
Natalie suddenly peeked into the room, and horror struck her face. Her usually dainty and regal features scrunched up in distaste at the dress Amy held in her hands.
Amy sighed. She could just imagine Natalie lighting her only dress on fire.
"AMY!"
Natalie let out a shrill screech.
"You are not wearing that. You simply cannot wear cotton to a party!" She exclaimed in disgust.
She snatched the sundress out of her hands and carelessly tossed it into the trash.
"Come on. You're going to look gorgeous tonight." She said as she dragged Amy into her room.
Natalie rummaged through her bedroom-sized closet and came out with a deep blue gown. It was backless, and flowed down to the floor. Diamonds were studded near the bottom, making it look like a sea of stars.
"I-I'm not w-wearing that dress, no, contraption!" Amy looked horrified.
"Oh yes, yes you are."
You're just too blind, to see
(Too blind)
But in the end, ya know it's gonna be me
You can't deny
So just tell me why?
Ian looked at his reflection. A pair of amber eyes stared back. His hair was perfectly in place, no stray strands sticking out. His spotless white shirt was wrinkle-free, topped with a black suit. He wore a pair of custom Armani pants.
His looks are enough to make any girl drop at his feet. Well, almost any girl.
He can get the top model on Vogue magazine to go on a date with him, but he just can't seem to impress the redhead.
The shy, stuttering Amy Cahill was the only exception.
Ian turns around to head towards the ballroom. Instead, he comes face-to-face with Amy, nearly crashing into her slender form.
She looked stunning in her gown. Her usually free flowing hair is pinned loosely into a messy bun. She wore little makeup; she was beautiful in a different way.
Ian's jaw dropped, at a total loss for words. Finally, he managed to say,
"You look wonderful, love."
Amy glowed a deep shade of crimson at the comment. Her eyes dropped his gaze in embarrassment.
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again
But I'm not like them
"You don't look b-bad yourself."
Ian was surprised by the sincere compliment. From Amy Cahill.
Behind him, Dan strutted out of his room wearing a black t-shirt and a fake tie. He broke out into a run when Natalie, hot on his heels, screamed,
"Daniel, you will not live to see tomorrow if you don't wear something decent!"
Amy muttered a quiet "bye" and left a stunned and blushing Ian Kabra standing in the hall.
He wrapped his arm around her slim waist. He pulled her close, inhaling her sweet lavender-vanilla scent. With her in his arms, he felt complete.
He glanced at her eyes. They showed a bit of enjoyment, but there was a shield that prevented him from penetrating into her mind, from delving deep into her heart. He wanted to prove to her that his feeling were real, but her walls were built with concrete, and he could not tear it down. I wish she would listen to what I have to say. I know that she will never forgive me for Korea, but if I had another chance...
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody
(Somebody)
Guess what?
(Guess what?)
It's gonna be me
Oh yeah
She placed her hand on his shoulder. His musky clove scent was strong, making her nervous self relax. She swayed slowly to the pulse, letting the music mark the beat. She felt his sharp eyes trained on her, trying to look beyond her emotions. I haven't felt like this in so long. I feel so calm, so light. He's the only one that can make me feel like this. Ever since...Korea. No, I can never forgive him for the heartbreak and the pain. But maybe if i gave him another chance...
There comes a day
When I'll be the one, you'll see
It's gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna
It's gonna be me
Their feet are perfectly in sync, their minds trained on each other. He attempted to crack her armor, but the solid wall is incorruptible and stood firmly in place. It acted like a barrier that separated their worlds, yet they are inches away from each other. Each blow was absorbed by the pliable obstruction of pain and betrayal, and it held up, unbreakable.
All that I do
Is not enough for you
I don't wanna lose it
But I'm not like that
Ian was only inches away from Amy. He can feel her warm breath on his cheeks.
When finally
(Finally)
You get to love
Guess what?
(Guess what?)
Amy can see Ian's intense amber eyes staring into hers. She realized just how close she is too the cobra. She suddenly feel him inching closer to her face. What do I do? He's hurt me so many times. No, stop.
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
(For you babe)
You don't wanna lose it again
(Don't wanna lose it)
But I'm not like them
He can see the uncertainty flash across her face. Her doubt, her trust, and hate was mixed into the confused look. What am I doing? Too late. I can't stop now.
Ian closed the space between their lips.
BOOM!
Darkness blanketed the whole room in an instance. Ian immediately sprang back and fell into a defensive position, just as he is trained to do in situations like this.
The dim glow of backup lights kicked in. He can just make out Amy's horrified face. Places like this, especially the Kabra mansion, was highly secure, and chances of an attack was extremely rare.
There can only be one thing: Vespers.
A bullet whizzed past Ian's head, missing him by inches. He swiped a lethal dart gun out from the hidden pocket of his suit; after all, he is a Lucian.
He spots two dark figures near the back door, wearing black body suits. He aimed the dart gun at the nearest man. The dart plunged into the intruder's shoulder, and he toppled over, landing with a thud.
He pull on Amy's arm, and hurried her over by a wall.
The ballroom was a chaos. People scrambled for the exit, fearful of the mysterious guests. Crowds swooned towards tho doors. Arms, legs, and a tangle of bodies weaved through the mass of people, each trying to escape.
Ian caught the eye of Natalie, and signaled for her to leave with Dan. She gave him a look of worry, but he shook his head and ordered her to leave.
defeated, Natalie pulled Dan and disappeared through the exit.
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody
(Love)
Guess what?
(Guess what?)
It's gonna be me
"Go," Ian instructed.
"I can't leave you here by yourself!" Amy protested.
Before he could reply, he felt another bullet fly past his arm, this time scraping off a piece of fabric. The Vespers were here to kill; they showed no mercy.
He took a chance and inched towards the other suited man, pressing the trigger, but missed as he skillfully dodged an oncoming dart. Ian lunged forward and grabbed the opponent,throwing all his weight down and pinning him to the ground. But Ian has misjudged the strength of his opponent, who flipped him over easily with muscular arms.
The man, clad in a black jumpsuit, held a knife above Ian's chest. Ian can just make out a gleam of gray under the ski mask. The eyes of his attacker was void of emotions, and his frigid gaze was ready to kill.
Without warning, the man suddenly collapsed when a bullet his skull. The man's body convulsed with a small spasm, and he toppled on to the tile floor with a sickening thud. Splattered blood landed on Ian's pristine shirt. The knife slipped out of his hand, and Ian quickly rolled up to see who his savior was.
Jade green eyes met his gaze. Amy stood behind him, the fallen enemy at her bare feet. She had lost her shoes so it made it easier for her to run. Amy's face was horrified as she held the gun with an unsteady hand. Her green eye irradiated with guilt for killing a person, even though he was an enemy.
Ian was just about to thank her when a slender but forceful arm snaked around Amy's waist, the other covering her mouth with a gloved hand.
Although her attacker was a few inches shorted, she was definitely stronger. Amy attempted to twist around, but the death grip was too strong.
The arm tightened around her waist and together, the two slowly backed up towards the back door. IN the moonlight, silky brown hair flowed down the intruder's back. Helpless, she tried the only thing that she could think of. Amy's hand darted to the back and tugged on a lock of brown hair, hard.
The woman loosened her grasp slightly, but a second was enough. Amy wriggled out of the position, swiftly turned around, and delivered a blow to the woman's shin.
Across the room, Ian felt someone creep up behind him. He whipped around, and shot the figure down with a lethal dart to his neck.
He turned back to Amy just in time to see the woman fire a bullet at Amy. The attacker raised her gun and aimed straight for her heart.
Defenseless, Amy closed her eyes and waited for the impact.
It never came.
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again
(Don't wanna lose it)
But I'm not like them
She opened her eyes to see Ian sprawled out on the wood floor, a bullet wound in his shoulder.
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody
Guess what?
(Guess what?)
Scarlet blood gushed out of the wound. Amy gasped, and dropped down to her knees. She quickly found Ian's dart gun clasped tightly in his hand. Prying it out of his cold hand, Amy aimed it at the retreating shadow, and pushed the trigger. It went cleanly into her back; the heartless Vesper dropped to the ground immediately.
She turned back to Ian. He seemed conscious, barely awake.
"I'm sorry. Ian, hang in there. Help is on the way." Tears poured down Amy's pale face. She grasped his hand tightly.
"Amy," Ian rasped. "If I don't make it-"
"STOP IT! YOU MAY NOT SAY IT OR EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING ME!"
Amy feel her eyes water involuntarily. She took a deep breath, but a few tear escaped from her brimming eyes.
"Maybe it's better that way, love."
He begins to feel dizzy. He wants to fight, but it was too much.
"Amy, remember that I love you no matter what."
The last thing he felt was being lifted into a car.
And soft lips in his cheek. No, maybe the last part was just his imagination.
"Mr. Kabra, you will be discharged from the hospital this afternoon." The Cahill nurse informed him.
Ian struggled to put his jacket on. He winced as the pain shot through his left shoulder.
It took him three weeks to recover from the wound from the last unfortunate Cahill meeting. He later discovered that the Vesper who shot him was Isabel. His own mother.
However, she was dead because of the poison dart that landed in her back. She deserved that, Ian thought. He didn't feel a pang of sadness for losing his mother-she had killed too many innocent lives to get her way.
The doctors told him that he was extremely lucky to have survived. If the bullet went a couple inches to the left, he would have died on the spot.
He made his way out of the Cahill hospital, and found his sleek black Porsche parked in the front, just as he ordered. Igniting the engine, Ian sped off.
Will he come? Amy thought nervously. It's five minutes past their rendezvous, and she began to worry.
"Hello, love."
Amy spins around and threw her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his clean shirt, taking in his clove scent. He winced slightly at the pressure on his shoulder. Sensing this, the girl jumped back, looking apologetic.
"I thought you weren't coming."
"Sorry, there was a bit of traffic on the road."
Ian gently brushed a piece of hair out of her face. Amy felt her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink.
"Thank you. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you," Amy said. "You saved me. You shouldn't have done that."
Ian hushed her. "Anything for you, love."
"We're still on for the dinner, erm, date, right? How are you feeling? We can go another time if you feel-"
Without thinking, Ian cut her off and smashed his lips onto hers. Amy was shocked at first, but responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. He looped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
After what seemed like an eternity, Amy pulled back, breathless. What have I done? This wasn't supposed to happen! As much as she hate to admit, it was rather...pleasant.
Ian's signature smirk plastered onto his face, seeing Amy's reaction. He casually wrapped his arm around her waist. Surprisingly, she didn't pull away. They headed back towards the sports car parked by the tree.
"We've got a lot of catching up to do."
It's gonna be me
Since this is one of my first stories I wrote on Fanfiction, I decided to edit and improve it. I hope all the typos and grammar mistakes are fixed.
I hope you liked it! Review and tell me what you think.
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