Okay this chapter took freaking forevver to write. I had like nothing to go by and no motivation at all. I wrote it all in like 3 hours then I read a few fan fictions and I was like oh my gosh mine is absolutely terrible compared to there's. So I may have rewrote everything so yeah. Reviews are forever appreciated they give me motivation so I'll update faster and write faster :)))))) I'm trying to make my chapters longer and more descriptive so I hope you like this one and I could always use tips on what you guys want to see later in different chapters!
Disclaimer: I do not own 39 clues, if I did Ian and Amy would be dating a long time ago.
Amy's POV
After stepping off the Private Madrigal Jet, I'm still in awe from my dream. I tiredly peer around the tiny recently shoveled private airport in London. I'm clutching two of my duffles in my now numb shaking hands and 3 of my suitcases sit on the ground adjacent to my legs. I twist my wrist and blink at my watch. It's 6:00pm. I tilt my head back looking up at the beautiful lit up starry sky and sigh. Tonight was going to be crazy. When I come back to reality, a white Bugatti Veyron rolls up side by side to me. The drivers side door opens and Fiske begins to laugh. My eyes are wide and my jaw is dropped to the ground. Fiske tosses the keys to me. I quickly drop my duffles and clasp my hands together catching the keys. I scrunch my eyes brows confused.
"Fiske, why are you here and why do you have a 4,000,000 dollar car in front of me and why did you just give me the keys?" I utter in amazement. I've been asking for this type of car since my 16th birthday. I gaze at Fiske and he just shrugs his shoulders.
"It was just pocket change, and I wanted to get you something to motivate you to kill. Amy, I know just behind your tough exterior is the same person that was there, inside you when you just started the clue hunt. You've grown up a lot since then, I'll give you that, but you're just like your mother. Hard ass on the outside, soft on the inside." Fiske speaks hoping he hasn't gone too far bringing up the clue hunt and my mother. Just hearing about the clue hunt and my mother sends chills down my spine and tears prick in my eyes.
"So am I driving?" I rapidly change the subject, blinking the building up tears away. I take a deep breathe smiling and staring at the car then turn my attention back to grinning Fiske.
"Yes, do you know where the closest salon is?" Fiske questions me like I've never been to London before. I breathe outwards.
"Yes, but I don't understand. Why are we going to the salon?" I interrogate Fiske who just chuckles.
"Early birthday present. Come on lets get your luggage in the trunk before we freeze out here." Fiske walks over to me and grabs two of my suit cases off the ground and carries them to the trunk and tosses them in.
"Be careful with my new car!" I laugh but I'm dead serious. Fiske puts his hands up, shaking his head, smiling. After we finish putting my luggage in the trunk, Fiske slams the trunk down shut. I wince as if I'm in pain. Fiske rolls his eyes and walks to the passenger door sliding into the passenger seat. I hop into the drivers seat and I'm stunned by the interior.
"Wow." I can barely even get the one word out. The fresh smell of Leather seats, the newly put in polished wooden dashboard, its all breathe taking. Fiske snorts.
"If all your going to do is look at the interior, maybe I should just send it back?" Fiske jokes but I inhale sharply at the threat. I put the key into the ignition and press on the gas pedal slightly.
"Fiske. I-I c-can't believe y-you go- got me this." I stutter and bite my lip after the words are out. Stupid, stupid, stupid Amy! Can you go one day without stuttering? Fiske just smiles at me as I head onto the main road towards the salon.
I swerve into a parking spot just outside of the salon. Pedestrians on the streets take a double take at my new Bugatti. I smirk and flip my shiny reddish hair behind my shoulder. I clutch the door handle and the door rises above me. I step out of the shimmering white Bugatti and gently push a button on the keys which closes, and locks the doors. I twist around with sass and strut my way through the salon doors.
"Amy, I know how long you've wanted to dye your hair, so I'm letting you dye your hair blonde." Fiske smiles and I stare into his somewhat dull green eyes. I suddenly find myself giggling jumping up and down like a 5 year old and quickly stop.
"Thank you Fiske." I smile with my perfect white teeth and skip up to the counter and ask for a permanent hair dye of blonde. Little do I know, dying my hair would save my life later.
"I don't know why you want to dye your hair, only so many people have this beautiful reddish complexion naturally." Kaitlyn my hairdresser expresses while she divides my hair. Another beautiful hairdresser seats her client that has luscious black hair, a dark skin complexion, and gorgeous grey eyes.
"What's with the smile Leah?" Kaitlyn turns her attention towards Leah who is giggling and smiling like she can't control it. Leah has fair pale skin, reddish hair like mine but it's far from natural, and cold blue eyes. She jumps back into reality and looks at her nike tennis shoes and blushes.
"I just had a really good night last night." Leah exclaims still giggling.
"Did you sleep with someone?" Kaitlyn laughs eyeing Leah while mixing my hair dye. Leah's face turns tomato red while she doesn't make eye contact and focuses on her clients hair. "Oh my gosh, you did!What's his name and what does he look like?" Kaitlyn squealed taking a brush and running it through my hair.
"He's tall, he has really shiny black hair, he has a cinnamon like skin complexion, and a really silky british accent." Leah pinches her cheeks together blushing. Kaitlyns mouth drops.
"Is it that guy I did his hair for yesterday? What's his name, um Ian! Ian Kabra!" Kaitlyn squeaks with excitement. "Good pick he's cute!" Kaitlyn and Leah both giggle. I stare down at my feet. Ian Kabra. The name haunts me. I pick up my now heavy, sweating hand and wipe my face and trace my fingers over my missing ear lobe. My heart shatters, I close my eyes like I'm in pain. My body shutters and Kaitlyn glances at me through the mirror. "Are you okay? You look really pale." Kaitlyn stares at me, painting my hair in blonde dye. Out of the corner of my eye I see Kayla biting her lower lip looking at me. I nod and glance at myself in the mirror. My face is as white as snow, like I've just seen a ghost. Forty gruesome minutes of hearing how great Ian is in bed goes by and my hair is wrapped full of tin foil.
"Okay, here are the hair hood dryers. You have to sit under them for about twenty minutes. Amy meet Kayla, Kayla meet Amy. You two can keep each other company!" Kaitlyn smiles and helps us put the immense domes over our heads and flips a switch turning them on. "Holler if you need me!" and with that Kaitlyn swayed her hips away.
"I feel so bad for you." Kayla was the first one to break the silence. I glimpse over at her visage face. "I mean, once they brought up Ian's name, I was aware of the tension in the air. It was thick enough to slice with a chain saw." Kayla frowns.
"I mean, I know him. We used to have a history, but not anymore. I haven't talked to him in years, but I've also been in America that whole time." I shrug masking the pain.
"I can tell you've never got closure from him. I went through the same with my ex." Kayla nudges my arm. "Don't let it get to you girl. I can understand just by gazing in your eyes, he did something dreadful that screwed everything up. Not you. Stop blaming yourself, let yourself be happy." Kayla whispers so only I could hear. Tears prick into my eyes. Kayla notices and takes ahold on my hand and squeezes it. "He'll return into your life one day. You just have to determine if those mistakes he made, are worth forgiving." I nod letting a few tears tumble from my eyes. By the time Kayla's advice is finished, an alarm begins to beep.
"Your hair is done girls!" Kaitlyn yelps sprinting towards us. She takes ahold of both of our hands and speeds us to the hair washing section and sits us down. Leah and Kaitlyn begin unraveling our hair from the tin foil until all of it is out and washes our hair. I'm lead back to where I started and my jaw plops down. I run my finger through my now blonde hair. I shake my head, smiling.
"This is unbelievable. I love it!" I twist around and tug Kaitlyn into a large tight hug, we begin hopping out of happiness.
"I'm glad you like it!" Kaitlyn hugs me tighter. After I release Kaitlyn, I spot Kayla with her now reddish brown hair. We both hold our hands to our mouth when we look at each other, then drag each other into a tight hug. After our hug I pull out my note pad from my Louis Vuitton purse and jot my name and phone number down on a sheet of paper and tear the piece of paper out.
"Here." I smile handing Kayla my number. "Call me whenever. Tomorrow or 10 years from now." I beam quoting my friend Jenna I met 4 years ago. Kayla nods and hands Kaitlyn her Credit Card. Fiske motions his hands to the door to say 'I already paid, lets go we have things to do.' I wave goodbye to my new friend and trudge out the door to the drivers side of my new car I almost forgot about.
When I pull up in the parking lot of the Knightsbridge Hotel, I spring out of the car and toss my keys to the valet. I look into the man's dark grey eyes and see he's exhilarated. I silently laugh. Fiske and I snatch all my luggage and wander into the hotel and request the suite. Fiske and I step into the elevator and no words were spoken.
"I will not be staying while you are on your mission. I will be flying back to the states." Fiske says not making eye contact with me. I twist my head and stare at him, my heart feels like it's just been torn out and stepped on.
"W-why?" I stumble on my words. Gosh Amy you have to work on that. I prod my acrylics into my leg.
"It would be too dangerous for anyone close to you to be in the same country as you. If you're getting threats, we could be in danger too." Fiske whispers staring at the elevator doors. When Fiske says this my mind wanders to Dan. My heart plunges thinking about him getting hurt. I take a deep breathe to hold back tears. I nod understandingly and when we're at the top, I realize, this is Ian's old hotel room. The one I caught him cheating on me in. Fiske sets down all my luggage and grasps my head in between his hands and pecks my forehead with a quick kiss.
"I wish you the best of luck. Be careful. Please." Fiske ogles my eyes and quickly breaks the eye contact. He twists and walks out the door shutting it behind him. I glace at the kitchen and begin to daydream. I suddenly come back to reality and painfully look away. I can't be distracted. Not now. I stare at my watch, it's 11:30. My birthday and my time to strike will be in 30 minutes. Who knew I'd start my 20th birthday killing.
Ian's POV
Vikram and Natalie just departed on there way to the bahamas. According to Vikram if I'm getting death threats, it's not safe for people close to me to be in the same country. I roll my glistening amber eyes. I was not prepared for tonight. I'm still a tiny bit hungover from the previous night. Oh what a mistake. I was pissed about Amy so after Kaitlyn dyed hair at the salon I took one of the girls home. We had a little too much of a crisp tasting white champagne and we may have fooled around. After we fooled around, I fell asleep and when I woke in the morning, she was gone. I don't even remember her name. What was it Leon? It's not like I should remember. It's not like she was my type. Definitely not my type. She was too full of herself, definitely not like Amy. Amy had pale skin like her, but Amy's pale skin was flawless. Leon's dull grey eyes were cold and lifeless. Amy's sparkling green eyes were full of compassion and love. Leon's hair looked like Amy's, but Leon's black root's were starting to come back in. I smack my forehead. Why am I thinking about Amy? I shouldn't, I can get any girl I want. Girls way hotter then Amy. Her birthday is in 15 minutes, but last time I saw her, I carved her ear lobe off. I don't think she'll ever talk to me again. I trudge out of my room and down the many corridors until I reach the marble stairs. I walk down them quickly. The doorbell rings, surprising me. Who would come over at 11:50pm? I peer out the peep hole to see a skinny blonde woman outside shaking. I swing open the door and she glances up at me. She's pale with a few freckles on her red cheeks. She has light blonde long hair full of snow and plastered to her drenched face. I squinted closely to her emerald green eyes. They seemed familiar, very familiar.
"Hello?" The woman who is about a head shorter then me waves her pale hand in my face. I blink myself out of my daydream.
"Hi, yes what do you want?" I scruff examining her. She definitely was not poor, with her Prada heels, Ralph Lauren blue skinny jeans, Louis Vuitton hand bag and a Prada sleeveless shirt.
"C-can I c-come in?" The woman's teeth are chattering. I nod and side step out of the way so she can enter. "T-thank you." The woman's body is shaking uncontrollably. I can't help but feel bad. I wave her to follow me and pace my way through the dining room to the vaulted ceiling living room. "Y-you have a ve-very n-nice house." The woman holds her hands close to her shaking body.
"So you're American?" I smirk at the woman and wrap a heated blanket around her bold shoulders.
"Yes, born in massachusetts, but I wouldn't say raised very well." The woman smiled brightly. Could she be apart of the Madrigal branch? That is where one of the strongholds are. The woman glanced at me then at the couch like she was asking for permission.
"Make yourself at home." I smile back. This woman gives off very familiar vibes. "Do you want some champagne?" The woman nodded. I lean down towards the freshly carved wooden polished coffee table with the letter L engraved into it and snatch the remote. I hold it out to her and she gently takes it. She presses the on button, she flips through the channels until she lands on the tv show "Gossip Girl"
"It's a marathon!" She squeals doing a dance while still sitting. I smile at her. What is this girl doing to me?
"Do you want something to change into? Jeans aren't comfortable to sit around in." She twists her head around and I stare into her green orb like eyes.
"Sure, sweatpants would be nice." She sweetly smiles at me. Everything this woman does is so familiar. She hops up and I lead her upstairs to my closet. Natalie wouldn't be pleased if I gave a stranger her Prada or Ralph Lauren clothes. She finds a pair of Ralph Lauren athletic fleece sweatpants, and a black Prada t-shirt that hung dangerously low, almost to her knees. She laughed when she saw her baggy clothes in the mirror.
"You look lovely." I smiled at her, looking at her in the mirror. Her body tensed up, then calmed and she smiled back at me. Why did she cringe at that sentence?
I lead her back to the living room and dashed to the kitchen, got two glasses imprinted with the letter L and Bollinger Grande Année Rosé 1999 champagne. I speed walk back towards the living room to see the woman engulfed in Gossip Girl. When I plopped down, she jumped and placed her hand on her chest wide eyed.
"You scared me!" She laughs and playfully hits me. We both giggle. I set both of the glasses on the wooden table and popped the cork out of the champagne bottle. I carefully poured the pink champagne making sure not to spill any on the Ziegler Mahal carpet. I pass the glass full of pink champagne to the woman and clink my glass with hers.
"Cheer's to a new friendship." I smile at the woman and she grins back. We down the glass of champagne and curl up together under the heated blanket. Her light, pale head is on my chest and my arm is around her.
"Chuck and Blair are meant for each other. Even though they do some unforgivable things to each other. They love each other, that's what matters." The woman giggles. This makes me think of Amy. My body tenses. "Hey, are you alright?" The woman twists her head to look me straight in the eyes.
"I just realized I never caught your name." I say nonchalantly hoping she wouldn't catch me in my lie.
"I'm Hope. You are?" Hope squints her beautiful green eyes at me.
"I'm Viktor. You have a lovely name, Hope." I lied right through my teeth again, Hope's body tenses but quickly calms.
"It's nice to meet you Viktor." Hope's face began to turn red, she quickly turned away and laid her head back on my chest. Hope and I were in season 3 when I suddenly hear a soft breathing. Hope fell asleep. I smirk and turn off the TV and close my eyes hoping that tonight I wouldn't have any nightmares.