A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back with another chapter! If you like this one, tell me. I was feeling a bit morbid when I wrote it and now I am posting it reluctantly. Thanks to Evanescence456, bookgirl39, Noiseylazy, and Naureen97 for reviewing. Read and review, pretty please! I'll even mention anyone who reviews in the next chapter! Even the anonymous reviewers will be mentioned if you leave some kind of a name for me. And now the disclaimer!

DISCLAIMER:

Me: *holds bucket of mud over Natalie Kabra's head* Come on, Natalie. Do it or else!

Natalie: You can't make me!

Me: Yes, I can. I've got a bucket, got a bucket full of yucky mud. (You have to say it like that one song if you want it to make any sense whatsoever...)

Natalie: Y-you wouldn't!

Me: I would...*tilts bucket a bit farther*

Natalie: *whimpers* Oh, all right! All you own is the plot! Now put that disgusting STUFF down.

Me: Nope, sorry. *grins evilly and dumps the mud on Natalie*

Onwards!

Chapter 2

AMY'S POV

Amy Cahill looked to her surroundings. She just absolutely adored the sunny beaches with sparkling white sands and aquamarine waters of the small Caribbean island. In the middle of the delightful little isle sprawled the secluded luxury resort at which the Cahill duo and their au-pair Nellie had set down roots for the remainder of summer. It gave the au-pair the golden opportunity to perfect her tan and finally get that tan-tattoo in the shape of a heart positioned right above where her bikini bottoms cut off. Dan was able to let loose and enjoy himself for the first time since his grandmother's death. Amy, on the other hand, was planning to recharge her spent batteries and catch up on some well-deserved reading. She could practically HEAR the books calling her name.

But, as usual, their family crashed their party. Natalie Kabra had invited herself on the Cahills' vacation as soon as she had heard the news. Natalie and her brother Ian walked into the resort lobby like they owned the place and argued for a moment before finally agreeing to rent only one floor of the hotel. After all, their funds were considerably less than the last time they had visited. Amy grimaced at the sight and casually gathered up her belongings before attempting to make her way into one of the elevators and back to their hotel room without being noticed.

"Amy, darling! What a surprise! Well, not really but... How nice! May we have the pleasure of accompanying you on your way to your room?" Natalie Kabra gushed. Amy wasn't sure she liked this new nice-and-not-evil Natalie. It just didn't seem to fit her character. Amy pasted a smile onto her face and stepped to the side of the massive elevator in an attempt to make room for all of Natalie's pink designer suitcases. Somehow, Amy ended up squished between a wall and her somewhat-crush Ian. Natalie peered curiously at them over the top of her Mt. Everest of bags and smirked at Amy before turning back around to scrutinize her perfect fingernails.

"So, Love, how have you and Daniel and Stella been?" Ian inquired in his silky British accent.

Amy sighed, frustrated. "Don't call me that."

Ian put on a confused face though his eyes danced, "Why, Love! I thought you liked it. What am I supposed to call you then?"

Amy rolled her jade green eyes. "Whatever. And it's DAN and NELLIE," she mumbled. She had known she was going to lose that argument when the words slipped, unbidden, out of her mouth.

"Of course, Love. Dan and Nella. How could I have forgotten?" Ian smiled good-naturedly.

Amy frowned. "Nellie, Ian. It's Nellie."

"So, what great read have you come across recently?" He ignored her objections and gestured to her book.

"Nothing. I've not even cracked this one open yet. Too many distractions." She remarked absentmindedly, watching the numbers tick off until finally, her floor lit up. "Uh... This is me. If I can just..." She trailed off as she realized that there was no way she was going to exit the elevator unless Natalie's bags grew legs and danced away. In other words, she had to wait until the Kabras unloaded all of their luggage.

"Oh, dear. It seems that you'll just have to go on up to our floor with us. Could you possibly do that? I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Love, but it's just the way it's going to have to be. Oh, and I recall that you excel at the game of chess. We packed a set. Would you care for a match?" Amy sighed and nodded while wistfully watching as the elevator doors slid shut. Ian went on and on about how old and expensive their chess set was and who of importance had played using it. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Natalie roll her eyes and shake her head in frustration.

NATALIE'S POV

'When WILL my idiot brother grow out of this unholy crush?' She thought angrily as she turned her attention back to her perfectly shaped and painted nails. Wait, was that a chip? There was a chip in the paint on her precious little finger! She shrieked and Amy and Ian turned to her in alarm.

"Natalie, what's wrong?" Ian asked as he planted his foot on one of the larger pink suitcases to boost himself up in order to better see his sister.

"I-I-I chipped the paint on one of my nails!" she wailed indignantly. She then looked to Ian and noted how much taller he seemed than when they had entered the elevator. She looked over her pile of bags hesitantly. Horrified, she shrieked again.

"Ian! You know better! Get your filthy designer shoes OFF of my suitcases!" Just as she said this the elevator dinged and a footman stood in waiting to help them unload their luggage.

AMY'S POV

Amy bent down to pick up a couple of the smaller bags before Ian took them from her and set them back down.

"Love, you can't cart our luggage! You're a guest!" Ian said and led her off of the elevator and into the suite. Natalie followed, muttering little nothings about her nails, the cleanliness of her suitcases, and her brother's unhealthy obsession. With what, she never said. Amy wondered what on Earth Ian could possibly be obsessed with when suddenly, she was thrown out of her musings as the ground trembled and she stumbled and fell.

'This can't be good,' she thought as the space between her body and the floor closed rapidly.

IAN'S POV

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Ian saw Amy go down out of the corner of his eye and reached for her, but was knocked over by a combination of Natalie and her bags. Ian broke Natalie's fall, and they were buried beneath a mountain of luggage. But through a tiny hole between two huge bags, he saw a little bag topple off of their pile and land right beneath Amy's head.

'No! No no no no no,' he thought frantically as he pushed at the bags on top of him. He saw Amy's eyes go wide as her head struck the wheels at the bottom of the little bag. Finally, the bags gave way with the help of the quaking ground and tumbled off of him and his sister. He scrambled over to Amy. He had never before felt so scared.

"Amy? Love? Oh, come on. Amy!" He shouted as he shook her shoulders.

AMY'S POV

Amy watched as her demise unfolded in front of her. The earthquake shook the ground and she lost her footing. Ian reached for her but was buried beneath Natalie and her hundreds of bags. Amy blinked and watched as a smaller suitcase tumbled from the top of the pile of luggage and landed where she knew her head was going to meet the plush carpet. It wouldn't have been so bad if that was all she fell on. It was soft and cushiony, and she had no doubt that it would catch her with outstretched arms.

But in the blink of an eye, all of that changed. She felt a sharp pain in her head as it hit one of the wheels on the bag. Her vision grew blurry and she shut her eyes. Darkness overcame her.

She was flying. The darkness around her wasn't frightening, it was comforting.

'No, wait. I'm not flying. I'm falling!' She thought. She tried to call out to her brother, but no words would come out. She stuck out her arms and tried in vain to find something to hold on to.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the rushing wind and she felt her descent slow. Colors surrounded her and a face danced before her. It was Ian. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words formed. She knew she only had a moment before the darkness overtook her again. Reaching up to her neck, she stuck her hand through a warm, sticky substance in her hair and yanked at her late grandmother's jade necklace. It came off easily and she pressed it into Ian's hand.

"Find Dan," she managed before she closed her eyes for the last time.

IAN'S POV

Ian took the bloodstained necklace from Amy's fragile hand and squeezed it. 'Find Dan,' he thought. He felt her wrist for a pulse, but found none. He stood and walked over to the pile of luggage. He dug through it and found his sister.

'At least she didn't leave me,' he thought dejectedly. He picked her up and carried her down the flights of stairs, remembering not to get into the elevator after an earthquake. The unconscious girl and her brother emerged into the lobby and Ian took in the destruction of the pool area where Dan and Nellie had been lounging. They were nowhere to be found. The pool was drained and a gaping rift had opened in the middle. He noticed a woman on her knees hiding under one of the pool-side tables. He gingerly placed Natalie down and walked over to her.

"Hello. You can come out now. I'm sure there won't be an aftershock," Ian reassured the lady as she reluctantly crawled from her place of safety.

"Do you remember seeing a little boy with sandy-blonde hair in the pool right around the time the quake began?" He asked her soothingly. Much to his surprise, she nodded.

"Oh, wonderful! Could you tell me where he is now? Is he hiding like you were?" he inquired. She nodded again and pointed to the empty pool.

"H-he's still in there," she said softly. Ian cocked his head to the side in misunderstanding. He looked to the empty pool and shook his head.

"No, I don't see him. He's not there..." he trailed off as her words sunk in. "Oh, dear." He left the woman and leapt into the crater where the pool used to be. He gazed down into the jagged hole in the ground and searched for any sign of the eleven year old. All he saw was black. He climbed back out of the pool and looked back to her.

"How about the teenager who was with him? She has black hair with platinum streaks and big, black sunglasses and most likely had ear buds in her ears that were blasting random songs," he waited for a response, but the lady pointed to a huge chunk of twisted metal and rock that had landed in between two small tables. On one of them sat a pair of big, black Hollywood shades. On the other was a half-empty orange drink. He looked at the scene in horror.

Next to the sunglasses sat an iPod touch set on shuffle. A cord ran from the player to the ground and under the chunk of building. Ian gulped and thanked the woman. He stumbled over to his stirring sister and sat her up.

"Hey, guess what?" he said softly. "An earthquake finished the job Mother started years ago." And with that, Ian Kabra, heir of the Lucian branch, wept. He cried for himself, his sister, Daniel Cahill, Nellie Gomez, and for the auburn haired girl with her jade eyes that had given him a jade dragon pendant as she died.

A/N: And this chapter is officially done! Tell me if you like it. If I don't get many reviews, I might be tempted to change this whole chapter and not post the third one for a time in which I will be fixing this chapter to more represent the plot I originally came up with... Again, thanks to my four reviewers and-

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Read and review! Thanks in advance, and I hope you liked it! : )

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