The Vesper Key

by LoveLegolas

This is about the Cahills in the first book of Cahills vs. Vespers; The Medusa Plot. This is where a girl called Sylvia tries to prevent them from stealing the Medusa, and she ends up getting involved in Amy and Dan's little 'adventures'. But what they don't know is Sylvia is keeping one little secret from them. A secret that can change everything

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 3

"No way," stammered Amy, taking a shaky step back, "If you think I'm going to jump from this height, you must be crazy."

"Well have you got any other ideas?" retorted the girl impatiently.

"Is there something down there to break our fall?" said Hamilton, peering out of the window.

"Of course," replied the girl with a hint of exasperation creeping in her voice, "Listen, if you two want to stay here and twiddle your thumbs, then give me the painting and let me go."

"No way!" barked Hamilton, finally snapping into reality, "Where-ever the painting goes, I go! Come on Amy!"

Amy looked down the window. She could see a net spread out close to the ground, hanging between two wooden poles. It was a good set-up, but one mistake or miscalculation would mean certain death.

"Oh come on Hamilton," sneered the girl, "Amy's just too scared. She'd rather stay here and take the easy way out."

"How do you know our names?" demanded Amy suspiciously.

"I have my sources," murmured the girl, and for a second her eyes clouded over.

At that moment, a guard spotted them by the window. Maybe it was the way the three were standing amidst the chaos and paying no attention to what was happening around them. Maybe it was the priceless work of art that Hamilton was clutching protectively to his chest. But right now, the only thing Amy Cahill knew was that they needed to get out before things got seriously ugly.

The girl was the first to follow Amy's gaze.

"Come on!" she screamed.

Amy watched in daze as the girl delivered a kick to the window that shattered the glass. She saw the girl motioning for Hamilton to jump after she did, then jump then release her hold on the window sill and fall down. It was only Hamilton's cry of pain that brought her back to life. She saw a smear of blood on one of the pieces of glass. Amy felt sick.

But it was too late to turn back. Out of the edge of her eye, she saw all the guards approaching her. The next few seconds went in slow motion.

Amy swung her legs over the window sill. She ignored the stab of pain she felt when a piece of glass pierced her skin. Just as she let go, she thought she had made it.

Then something stopped her fall.

A guard had caught hold of her shirt.