Chapter 2
They arrive at Kabra manor about 11 P.M., and Amy went straight to bed once Ian assign her a room next to his. He could tell she was stress and tired from the pass 5 hours. Which was why she fell asleep in the car and Ian carried her into the house. She was as light as a feather, and she looked peaceful asleep, matching her pacifist character.
Ian enter into the house with a beautiful girl in his arms, so this cause the staff of maids and butlers to look at him dumbfounded. Either from the fact he had Miss Cahill with him in his arms or the fact that he was actually doing a form of labor, and for someone else.
"What?" He demanded. "Get back to work!" and he quickly walked away, climbed to stairs and headed for the room.
The room was perfect for Amy, with lavender colored walls filled with bookcases and soft, plush white carpet. It hold a king size bed on an oak wood bed frame and had yellow, comfortable sheets. Amy just might drown on softness in this room.
Ian placed her on the bed and tucked her in. He kissed her forehead and quietly bid her goodnight. He really didn't want to leave her, he wanted to stay and just being in her surroundings, asleep or awake.
He looked down on her and saw her pretty features again. Her soft round cheeks, her fascinating reddish brown hair, her fulgent pastel skin, they all were like his drug. He could never get enough, and every time he was apart from them, he wanted them, he wanted her...
He still felt guilty through, of what he done to Jake. For god's sake, she loves Jake, yes he's a self-assertive, peremptory, heartless jerk... But Amy loves and cares for him, and Ian just almost killed him. He pushed down the feeling, it was the right thing to do, wether Amy liked it or not. Ian was the right one for her, not abusive Jake.
Ian walked out of the room to left Amy sleep and shut the door behind him. He walked back to the living room and called for he's own personal butler.
"Bickerduff!" Ian called. A gray almost white haired man appeared. He seemed to be about 50 or older and had a night black suit on which made his ashy skin seem more light gray then ivory white. His golden eye popped out of his head, so they were the first thing you saw. He looked somewhat like a zombie.
Ian has had Bickerduff work for him all his life, from his childhood in Kabra Manor in London, to Ian new home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Since he was made Lucian Branch leader, and was double was member of the Madgrical Branch, he had to move to a Lucian base but also be close to a Madgrical base. So Philadelphia was the place to be. Yes it was 5 hours away from Boston but it also double his art dealing ship as he started to sell to both England and America.
"I need you to go and get Miss Cahill some clothing for the next few days." Ian said in his silky British voice, Bickerduff raise a brow.
"Is she staying for sometime, Mr. Kabra?"
"She might."
"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, you didn't kidnap the young lady, did you?"
Ian chuckle slightly. "No."
Bickerduff nodded, and turn away to leave for the shopping, but he stopped suddenly and turn to back to Ian.
"I was about to say Sir," he said and glance down at Ian's right hand.
"She puts up one hell of a fight." The old man smirked and walked away.
Ian looked down at his hand to find it was was bruised. His thumb, pointy finger, and the space under those to a little pass he's wrist was a mix of red and purple. Oh well. Ian left the living room and went off to his off to do some work.
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Amy woke up to the sound of a earsplitting crackle of thunder. She shot straight up in her bed, gasping. Once she came down, she took a look around her surroundings.
At fist she was confused, she had no memory of this room or how she came into it. In fact she didn't remember much of what happen before till a moment later.
She remember the dinner with Jake, Ian spying, Ian and Jake almost fighting, the fight in the car she had with Jake when he told her what she had to do in her life for now on, Ian and Jake finally fighting, and then the getaway she talked Ian into.
"Oh no..." She groan, running her hand through her long hair. She told Ian to take her away, and now she was probably at his home in Philadelphia. He had done enough for her and now she asked more of him because she was angry, hurt, and felt like crying like crazy due to confuse. She was weak, when she shouldn't have been. Darn...
Amy was mad because of the fact of the drama she had in her love life. For the pass almost few years in her life, Amy had been with Jake and at first, everything was brilliant. He was the closet example to a perfect boyfriend. He was smart, hot, and funny. Then things turn sour after a few months of dating.
She had no earthly idea of how or what happen but something must have. And it had to be her fault. Jake became different, bad different. He didn't joke around as much anymore, he rolled his eyes at everything she said, and talked to her either like a little stupid girl or only talk at her, not with her. He began to expect her to do everything he said, regardless of what the demand was-with no questions asked.
It went on like that for awhile, before that he only had a few fits, and she didn't get hurt in any of them. But after around a year of dating, he became more paranoid and domineering of her. She had to be with him most of the day, she could never be alone or he would freak. Jake determined every small movement, activity, and almost thought she had. Jake controlled where she was gonna go, who she was going to go with, what she was going to eat, and what she was going wear and say and do. Amy felt like a caged bird with her wings clipped so she was trapped. She had no way out.
Amy was hurt because she was no longer important for the guy she fall for. No, she was no longer a person to him, more like his property. He didn't treat her with a whereabouts or hospitality about her thoughts or feelings. And sadly, it was obvious to everyone.
Last year, during the Cahill Family Christmas Party, Amy was cooking cinnamon rolls for desert and they were a little late. All the other sides and main meals were already on the tables and she was just on icing the two dozen rolls. She was in the kitchen slapping the vanilla goodness as fast as she could. Jake was in the kitchen with her along with Amy beloved younger brother Dan, her best friend Sinead, and her other good friend Hamilton. Ian was there too, which caused her to be even more nervous, as the misunderstood bad boy Lucian lean against the door way and watched her.
She was trying to go as fast as she could, but she could hear Jake signing annoyingly, and feel his anger grow. She started to shake from fear, and she hoped no one notice. That's when he snapped.
Jake turn to Amy's brother Dan.
"Can you tell it to hurry up?" He
asked harshly, like he was slapping her. The moment that followed afterwards was filled with awkward silents and it only made Amy shake more, her hands out of control, slapping icing.
Amy could see out of the corner of her eye the face Dan made. He looked at Jake with a face that said "I know you didn't just say that." Sinead and Hamilton were the same, looking at each other with eyebrows raises and questionable glance at Jake. Amy didn't have the courage to look at Ian, she was afraid that he wouldn't care and his expression would stay the same.
Soon she was done. She took the plates while hiding her face behind her hair and walked away to the dinning hall. Soon she heard a British accent say, "Oh sorry Jake. Am I not going fast enough for you? God forbid we ever keep you waiting."
She couldn't help but smile and blush.
Even to this day.
Amy was crying after the fight because she felt guilty for everything. Amy was responsible for all of it. Jake becoming a jerk and Ian protecting her too much. She stir the pot by making Jake what he is now and stir it more when she ask for Ian to come in because she was scared to face her punishment of the unknown disaster she had applied to herself. That's what mades she feels worst about in the whole chaotic case.
Ian has had a hard life. Yes, he was always been rich and handsome and always had the life that people wanted, but thats only the stereotype image that you see him have in magazines. The true life he has is one no one wants. Both of his parents spent his whole entire life and Natalie's, his sister for the 39 clues and once they both entered, they finally saw how cruel and how monstrous both of them were.
Isabel and Vikram never loved there children. They only cared for them as smaller identical images of themselves, in the hopeless expectations that they held over their heads, as the perfect agents, perfect Lucian, and overall perfect people. And when they went over to the madrigal side and came madrigal agents themselves, Isabel, who tried to kill Amy and Dan although the hunt, was arrested for her crime of killing Amy's parents in a fire when they were both young. And Vikram ran off into hiding to avoid questioning. They both disown Ian and Natalie.
The following two years afterwards weren't any better. When they were at battle with the Vespers, Natalie was one of the 7 Cahills that were kidnap by the Vespers. Ian was apart from his only family and was only reunited moments before her death.
Maybe that was why she grew to care and about Ian now. Even during the clue hunt when the pair of siblings form an alliance with there uncle Alistair in Korea and Ian tricked her into having a crush on him and later on crushing her heart, Ian and Natalie left them in a cave that would later almost collapse on them and almost killed them. But she still slightly cared for him after that. Deep, deep down...
Amy hated him then but as time pass, she began to have sympathy for him. Then later on to empathy. She knew how it felt to have only one family member left and have others pass away. But unlike her who gain more family through it all, he lost all of his.
She guess that was the thing, that made him not longer a jerk but a person who she can relate too. After the Vespers, they became friends. They talked to each every time they saw each other. It was simply a friend relationship, nothing more. Not that they could with Jake anyway.
Amy was laying on her back staring at the ceiling as she thought about it all. She'll confess that she has grew a crush again towards Ian but she never could imagine him having the same emotions. The same one that she has had since she was fourteen and with the same alluring, passionate interest for him, and him only.
But she might as well be dreaming right now. As if that could ever happen. Ian was out of her reach. He could get any girl in the world he wants. Why would he settle for her? Ian had flawless olive brown skin that made he noticeable from miles away and gorgeous wind blown ebony hair. He had the body frame that made girls mad with long limbs and fingers that seemed strong yet gentle. He had a boyish smile an a relish smirk that match the mischievous gleam in his dark and beautiful amber eyes. He only wear dark colors like black and red which made him only look more troublesome. And the fact that his character was strong willed and independent just made him even more irresistible to Amy.
Amy could feel her cheeks burn like flames just visioning his face. And that kiss earlier that night made them burn even more. She still got that voluntarily warm chill that travel up and down her spine and that slight tingle on her cheek. She admits the idea of returning the small favor on his lips did indeed occur to her and was very, very tempting to do so, but she just walked on for whatever reason she regrets now.
When Amy got into Jake's car after that, she was glad she didn't. Jake didn't see the peak but he started accusing her for cheating on her with that 'Damn Brit'. She fought back and that what cause everything to go bad.
Another bright flash of lighting lit up the sky followed by another crash of thunder. Amy looked over to the clock and read 2:46. She decide it was time for bed and slowly fell asleep.