A/N: Here we are with Chapter 6, I hope you were curious about what would happen with Ian and Luna. So here it is! Enjoy and review!

Chapter 6

SALE! UP TO 20% OFF SELECTED ITEMS!

Ian was sure he hadn't seen so many banners in his life. It was sale here, sale there. And the clothes weren't even of best quality. He had made the mistake of brushing up against a rack of scratchy, wool sweaters. And the congestion was just awful, he was revolted by how many people bumped past him.

Of course Natalie loved it. She was in line with him with more than an armload of clothes to last a lifetime.

"You are a shopaholic." Ian scolded. "You're just like Mum."

He immediately regretted saying that last comment, even as Natalie stiffened beside him.

"Don't...mention her. Please." She sniffed.

Ian understood. The last time they had seen their mother, Isabel Kabra, it was at her court trial. She had announced how both him and Natalie were hopeless failures. And before that, she had shot Natalie in the foot.

Because she doesn't care about us.

Ian cleared his mind. He looked around the store, as a default thing he would do as part of his Lucian training. His father had taught him that. Whenever you're in a place you haven't been, take everything in. Every detail.

He did just that. He scanned the racks of clothes, bright banners, eager shoppers, the elderly lady behind him, the-

Ian paused abruptly and stared at the woman behind him in line. She was intently shuffling through the t-shirts stacked neatly on a tabletop. She turned to him when she noticed that he was watching her.

"Dear me,I can't decide which shirts I should buy. Maybe a handsome young man like yourself can help me." She cooed.

Ian cringed at the prospect of actually giving his time and attention to some old woman but he didn't let that show.

"Of course." He said flatly.

The old woman shook her head. "No, maybe I should just buy all of them. I have all this money to spend, all my inheritance money to use. Actually, watch this."

Ian gaped as the silly woman thrust her hands full of cash in the air.

"FREE MONEY!" She yelled.

"Are you mad?" Ian blurted.

Immediately, a frenzy erupted inside the designer store. Customers scrambled for the cash flittering and falling into a scattered mess. Ian was pushed roughly aside as people shoved past him for the money and he fell into a rack of clothes. The rack listed and fell under the force of Ian's weight. At the same moment, Natalie stumbled sideways as an excited customer whacked his arm into her face, eagerly trying to snatch the falling cash.

The old woman laughed gloriously and clapped her hands. "Such fun!"

The shopkeepers were trying to stop the commotion but their voices were drowned out by the din made by the customers. At that point, even people outside the store were running in to pick up a few more dollars.

Ian groaned and started to get up. He turned his head to the old woman, an irritated expression flaring his face. Then he saw the needle she extracted from her purse. And she turned on him.

Ian immediately scrambled away. He got up and dived over a table, as the old woman advanced towards him, a determined and staunch look on her face. He didn't know what this was. He didn't know why he was being targeted. All he could think of was one thing. Run.

"Running away is foolish, Ian Kabra." The woman said. She was closer now and it seemed like she knew what he was thinking.

He stepped backwards. He hit a solid shelf. With a sickening thought, Ian realized that he was backed into a corner. The woman was only a few feet away. This was it. Out of all the places, Ian Kabra never thought he would die in a designer fashion store.

Then as the woman moved her arm to strike Ian, something hurled itself into her. Natalie.

"Don't hurt my brother!" She screamed.

The woman fell with a cry of surprise. Her head hit the table top and she slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Both Ian and Natalie stood there, speechless. Then Ian spoke.

"Let's get out of this here." He said.

And for once, Natalie didn't argue.

••••

Natalie realized on the car ride back home that she had left all her shopping back at the mall. But she didn't care. What had happened earlier was simply mortifying.

"I still can't believe how close I was to being jabbed by killer lady senior back there." Ian said. "I don't know how much I can thank you."

"Don't bother." Natalie said, resuming her snobbish attitude. "I wouldn't have anyone to carry my shopping otherwise."

Ian sighed and shook his head. "Of course you would think about shopping at a time like this."

There was a pause. "We have to tell someone about this." He decided.

Natalie nodded. "Shall we call the cops?"

"Maybe. Or we could call William McIntyre. He might know what this is. Neither one of us knows who that old woman was, I've never seen her in my life."

"A rogue Cahill perhaps?" Natalie suggested.

Ian had his phone out and was calling Mr McIntyre's number. "Perhaps. But I've studied nearly every Cahill and I've never seen this particular one before."

The ringtone kept repeating itself until it cut out and the voice of William McIntyre spoke. It was a message.

"He's not picking up. Anyone else we can call?"

They both sat in pondering silence for a moment, as they pulled up to their mansion. Natalie knew who Ian would suggest, she could see it coming.

"Amy Cahill?" He suggested.

She was right.

"Oooh, la, la!" Natalie mocked. "You know you want to see her!"

Ian snapped. "Shut up Nat, this is serious!"

He got out of the car and started walking towards the house.

"I'm going to call her, what should we say? How about I talk about the mysterious woman who attacked me and knew who I was? What else...?"

"How you feel about her." Natalie supplied as she walked beside him.

Her brother glared at her. In a way, it reminded her of Daddy when he wasn't happy.

"I give up with you." Ian sighed.

He stopped at the outside entrance and dialed Amy's number and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?" Came the voice at the other end of the line.

"Amy!" Ian greeted cheerfully. "How is my sweet orphan?"

"Hello Ian." Amy replied dryly. "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you about something bizarre that just happened to Natalie and I in the mall today."

"What—the designer store sold out?"

"A woman attacked us." Ian said.

Silence. He could hear whispered voices in the background, one of them sounded like Dan Cahill. A word Ian hadn't heard them utter before was made out by the hushed conversation. Vesper.

"Ian." Came Amy's voice. "Are you at home?"

"No, not at the moment." Ian said.

The doors of the house were opened by their butler, Bickerduff and Ian strode into the mansion.

"Now were home." He said.

"You were outside weren't you?"

"Precisely."

A sigh sounded from the phone. Ian identified that as Amy's 'Ian is so typical' sigh.

"Are you sitting down?" She asked.

"Hold on."

Ian turned to Natalie and beckoned her toward the sitting room, a vast and spacious room with a glorious view of the grand estate. They both sat on a plush long-stetch seat while Ian put the phone onto speaker and placed it onto the expensive coffee table.

"What is it Amy?" Ian asked.

"Dan and I never thought this would happen so soon but it looks like the enemy already begun."

"Enemy? What enemy?" Both Ian and Natalie looked at each other.

"Listen closely. The Vespers have begun their attack."

A/N: Thanks again, Chapter 7 will be posted soon, watch this space!