Me no Own

If and when I use poetry in this story I will always put the Authors names. The one in this chapter my boyfriend wrote and I thought it fit well.

Chapter 4: It Begins

"It is energy itself that rebels. You cannot restrain me forever within this material body, you cannot retain your mortal mind. I am more than my random manifestations, I am the very art of transformation. From "you" , "I" will break free, inevitably, so that I will no longer be."

Ami looked out the window, they had just been told to buckle up for the landing, when she had awoken to the sunset. (I have no clue about time differences so bare with me.).

Sharp lines crossed the sky, streaking it with different shades of Violet, Orange, Blue, Reds and even Silver. It looked as if music was playing across the sky, and the sun the director of aforementioned music, slowly descending in a crescendo of lights across the blue ocean.

As the plane slowly descended to the runway, Ami once again was lost in incoherent thought.

An old man stood, with sorrow and knowledge filled gray eyes. His long silver hair being held back by a low ponytail. He wore a black suit as he sat in a hard airport chair waiting for a girl he had not seen since she was two maybe three. He wondered if he would ever see that kind hearted face again. He just wished it was under better circumstances.

He felt sorry for the girl she should not have been shipped here, but that old crow would not listen to a word he had to say.

Mr. Anderson, the young women's father, had actually been dead for a couple of months, well maybe not completely dead. But, at least half-way there. He now ran a syndicate of ruthless vampire's, he was also trying to get the vampire's and werewolf's to unite. That would not be good.

So there was no way she could stay with that man. The only problem that arouse was that they would half to hide who they were from her, and he would have to tell her that her father was dead.

She had lost and entire family and didn't even know it yet.

Ami pulled her luggage out of the over head compartment, making her fall back into the row. Getting glares from the passengers, she muttered an apology and walked threw to the airport. (I forgot what the ramp thingy was called sorry) Her steps slow and emotionless.

All she wanted was her own bed, her mother coming in to check on her when she got home from work and the small kiss she would receive from her when she was found peacefully sleeping.

Ami rolled her eyes, bottling up her emotions one last time before she entered the gates of her terminal. She looked around waiting to see who would be picking her up, hoping they would be smart enough to use a sign of some sort.

As she looked around she saw an old man sitting by him self, lost in thought. Carefully as she glanced him over, she sized him up, the past years of battle catching up with her. He was old, but strong. He had long silver hair, and gray eyes, that looked to be young, they shinned with a light she had just seen in her friends eyes though. That of sadness, and something Ami didn't see very often in any one's eye's except that of her few back home. Knowledge, unwanted knowledge. When she looked down by his seat, she realized the sign that was there said. "Miss. Ami Mizuno".

She slowly picked up her courage and walked over to this man, him still not moving, it didn't look like he was even breathing. She slowed her steps as she approached. Reaching out with a small ivory hand, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

Gray eye's met ocean blue, and a gasp could be heard from the older gentlemen. Ami stepped back a bit, thinking she might have scared him.

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He look up as a hand touched his shoulder, his eyes locked on ocean blue, with such sadness, they were attached to flawless pale ivory skin, and blue, black hair. Her small body adorned in a black turtle neck and black slacks.

'If you put wings on her she could be an angel' The man thought.

As she stepped away from him, he realized he had not yet spoken.

"Ami." He said, she looked just like her mother had at that age.

"Yes." she said as she tilted her head back down to look at the floor.

The older man moved his hand toward her chin and lifted it slightly.

"No one such as your self should deprive the world of those eyes, by looking down all the time." He said as he saw her slowly blush.

"My name is Jonathan Preevy." He looked back to her and seeing the question start to form on her lips, he smiled.

"Will we be going straight to my father's house, Mr. Preevy?" Ami asked.

"There has actually been a change of plans, the women who called, she would not listen to me." Jonathan stopped there. He didn't know if he had the heart to do this, yet he must.

"Ami, I am sorry to tell you this, but your father, died a few months ago."

Ami stepped back. Her thoughts racing. Why had she not been told, why was there no service. What exactly was going to happen to her. Where was she to live, what about money, school. At her shocked an confused face he quickly added.

"You will be living with me, I was a close friend to your Grandfather before he died. I made a promise to him I intend to keep, till my dying day." He said as she was brought back into realization.

Ami didn't speak after that, and they just walked out of the airport. When they stepped out side there were a line of taxi's filling the space in front of them and, she started to walk to one until a hand was placed softly on her shoulder.

"We are over there." He said pointing.

Ami looked to where he was pointing. There was a small beat up little Chevy sitting there. She slowly started to walk toward it and she pulled the handle, she was turned to face the car behind it. Her mouth almost hit the ground. 'No way' She thought.

Jonathan had pointed her in to the right direction before anyone thought she might be trying to steal their car. He smiled slightly as her face held a shocked expression.

Ami went to the car she was directed to as a man in a black suit opened the door to the Limousine. She slowly stepped in and scotched over to make enough room for Mr. Preevy. He slid in beside her, as the door was shut at his side.

"Mr. Pree... Jonathan." Ami started, and when the said man turned to look at her she continued.

"What was the promise you made to my grandfather." she asked.

He smiled knowing she would ask that.

'Inquisitive as her mother' he thought.

"When you were two years old, your grandfather changed his will." Jonathan began. "He put it so that your grandmother would have enough to live on until she died. And also giving some to your mother. But, the sole beneficiary is you." at her shocked face he continued.

"In that he also stated, that if anything were to happen, I was to take care of you as well as be appointed guardian of the money, as to not allow your grandmother to get to it." Jonathan finished.

Ami stoic as ever replied by saying

"Why not my mother?" She was completely puzzled. Though she really wanted to ask questions about the father. She saw the look in the man's eye's when he told her, there was fear.

He looked at her and sighed. 'just like her mother'.

"Your mother would do anything and everything that your grandmother asked of her, the reason she was a doctor was because her mother told her to be. She wanted to be a Veterinarian."

Ami looked down at her lap, then out the window the conversation ceasing.

Everyone was frantic, they were running around the place getting things straightened, cleaned and prepared for the new arrival.

Mr. Preevy was specific, that everything was to be perfect. A woman dashed up the stairs, much faster than you would think for she had to be at least 60. She went in to a room at the end of a long hall. Pushing open two heavy oak doors, she surveyed her work.

Mr. Preevy had told her to do everything in blue and silver. That the new guest liked those colors. Though she was no guest, she would be here a long time. Of course everyone was happy to have her there. All this house had were men and boys. The older women looked at the room.

A huge four poster bed sat on the right wall, with two steps up to the landing, underneath said bed. On the left wall was a fire place, with a silver couch and blue pillows that shinned with the light of the fire. A small desk sat behind the couch, with paper and pens already there. To the left of the fire place was a walk in closet, with a blue door, to contrast the shinning silver of the walls. In front of her there were two glass French doors, which opened to a balcony over looking the ocean, wicker furniture sat outside, place perfectly to watch the sun set at night.

But the most amazing thing about the room was the ceiling. It was a mural. One of the legends, that Mr. Preevy loved, was painted there to always remind him of it. A young woman was surrounded by water, as behind her you could see ice. The Mercury caduceus in front of her. Fish dancing to the unheard music that she sang. It was the most beautiful thing in the room.

Amelia always gasped as she saw it. The overwhelming emotion that showed in that women's eyes. The lost Daughter of Mercury. It was said she held the knowledge of the Universe. She could even read people's minds, if she so desired. Telepathy being one of her many talents. The powers of the mind. Made even more powerful by her emotions.

"AMELIA" someone screamed, and broke her from her thoughts. She ran from the room, and down the stairs, turning a sharp corner she stopped suddenly.

"You scared me half to death. Are you alright?" The last question going to a boy of the age of 17.

"Wasn't me, It was him." She smiled, she got a full sentence from her bosses grandson.

Hah, today would be a very cold day in hell. She turned to look at where he was pointing, and a small grin lit up her soft features.

"Jaryn, you scared me, don't ever do that again." she said playfully smacking another boy with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He returned her smile and said,

"You know you love me Amelia." she just kept on smiling. How these two could be friends blew her mind, they were opposites, nothing alike. One loud and brash, always playing jokes. The other, quite, well mannered, but had a very nasty temper when provoked. But, he was as patient as his grandfather.

Keeran looked at Amelia and stood up from his position on the couch.

"So, I guess that today is the day" He said moving his hands referring to all the fuss.

"Your grandfather didn't tell you." she said more as a statement. That man would loose his head if it weren't attached.

"He never said when she was coming, just that she was coming." He said.

"Don't sound so disappointed, I think she will do this house well, there are to many males here." She said.

Keeryn, just stood there. He new Amelia wanted another female around. She was the only woman that lived in the house so far. She was supposed to be temporary, but Keeryn saw the looks between his grandfather and her.

"When do they arrive." Said a playful voice from the side of the room.

"Jaryn, you even think about pulling a prank on this girl, and no matter how much I love you, I will not save you from Mr. Preevy. DO YOU UNDERSTAND." she said.

The boy in the corner gave a small squeak and ran behind the couch. He knew better than to mess with his friends grandfather, and better yet than to mess with Amelia, he learned his lesson long ago.

Voices could be heard from the hallway, whispers and shouts. Mr. Preevy was home.

The car pulled up a long drive and as the house came into view for Mr. Preevy, Ami still sat looking down at her lap. When the car came to a halt, and the door opened. She slipped small muscular legs on to the hard cement and pushed herself out of the car. When she turned around she gasped.

This place was huge. It looked as if it were right out of a mythology book, she read long ago. Giant stone pillars held up the front, Romanesque windows were all over the 5 story home. With sheer white curtains dawned on every window. She followed Jonathan up one of the two stair cases that led to the front doors.

When a woman looking around 60 pulled them open.

"Mr. Preevy, welcome home." she said as she gave him a delighted smile.

Did Ami just see that. The light that flew threw his eyes when he saw this women.

"This must be Ami." The woman had said as she turned to see a small sliver of a girl trying to hide behind Mr. Preevy.

"Hello, I'm Amelia, I look after this quaint little abode." She said offering the girl her hand, a smile bit laughter on her face.

Ami took her hand a shook it. "It's nice to meet you."

They were ushered into the house, and as Ami walked inside, there was a line on both sides of her.

The servants she guessed.

But walking in to the room was a man with silver hair, and blue eye's, he was tall and muscular looking. He wore a white T-shirt and plain blue jeans. His hair falling gracefully onto full shoulders. She kept her eye's only slightly lifted to see him, as to not bring to much attention to herself.

Then another man came in, this one had short blonde hair, and smiling eye's. He was smaller than the first but not by much. He was lean, but smaller built. Wearing a Red T-shirt and khaki's .

Mr. Preevy, pulled Ami in front of him, so that he could make introductions.

"Ami, this is my grandson Keeryn, and his best friend Jaryn." Jonathan said.

"Boys, this is Ami Mizuno she is the one I informed you of." Jonathan said

Keeryn stuck out his hand in an offer to Ami and she shook it,

"Nice to meet you." he said, his voice a low baritone.

Ami returned it with the same phrase.

Jaryn stuck out his hand and as Ami did before she reached to meet his, but instead he knelt down in front of her and placed a small kiss on her hand.

"A pleasure to me such a beautiful woman." He said.

Ami felt like knocking him out, it would be easy she thought. He didn't have to go for the dramatics here.

"A pleasure to meet you to." she said.

And as the front door closed..... This new life began.