Chapter 4

AMY

On stomach. Then side. Then back. Repeat. This is what Amy Cahill has been doing all night, trying her best to get some sleep.

It's wasn't the room, Goodness no. But it was the fact Amy couldn't make out anything. Her feelings were out of whack.

On one side of herself, she still cared for Jake. What? You expected her to fall right out of love? Well, then again, she already was out of love for him when all this happen. But still, she been with Jake for so long, she didn't know how to react to being parted from him the way she was. And with her new, or, more likely, reappearing feeling towards Ian, she didn't even know where to start.

She did care for Jake, but when ever she even began to think of him, her mind would abandon any thought of him and start to wonder about Ian. She hasn't felt this way around him since Korea and she liked it. The way he hold her hand, called her Love, smiled at her...

But then guilt would boil over her. Amy felt like she was cheating on Jake by even thinking about Ian in anyway now. She felt so mean and cruel to him right now. Yet she didn't want to do anything else.

Ian just made everything...peaceful, right... Safe. She hasn't felt that way around anyone most of her life. Ever since Amy went though the clue hunt and then the Vespers, she always got that paranoia rust going through her. She sense the someone-or-something-is-watching-me feeling and it drove her mad. She just wanted to be carefree and secure to be the emotion she felt for once.

Amy Cahill, though she never showed it, almost always felt that way. She had it on a never off pace during the clue hunt when everyone was out to kill her and her brother. She had it after they won, when she learn about the Vespers, and faced one soon afterwards, when she and Dan travel around the world to save there stolen relatives, and when Jake started acting different. Amy just never relax about it all, minus the rare moments when she was with a friend or so and she laughed a little. But even though didn't last very long.

But Ian just changed all of that. Amy didn't know if he meant to do that or not but he did and Amy loved it. It was an aura that purely was implausible. They didn't require physical address for one another for the decompress stillness that made her fears evacuate and her mind to regain composure. He could just stand beside her and she feel like she like she was invincible. Like no one could touch her. Like she was too high up, put out of there reach.

Ian just made her feel safe. But yet, a little bit more.

She felt like she was in a slope were she was getting above the clouds, above the sky, the world...

He just amazed her, devouring her every thought and was on a unvarying path to conquer her mind and vanquish her entire heart in one minor movement. And she liked it. No. She wanted it.

She should have been afraid of this foolish, reckless, insane act, but Amy couldn't contain herself from grinning the ear to ear grin as she got all bubbly inside. She rolled around in her bed, grabbing at the covers, giggling like a kiddie as she felt her cheeks flush ruby red. She has the urge to jump out of her bed and start twirling, spinning in her night gown, still smiling madly and bloom crazily as she pirouette around the room.

Is this what pure, never ending love felt like? Or was she beginning to fall for him and his amazing atmosphere and sweet secret soul? Amy could not tell. Amy didn't want it to stop. She felt so happy, so in bliss, so heaven like.

She laid down on her stomach and closed her heavy eyes. She would try to sleep, but it be hard to get ridge of this smile that that cute, loving boy caused. But she'll try to keep this- the smile, the feeling, the boy- as long as she could hold on, with her forever tight grasp.

(...)

IAN

Ian woke up this morning in his own bed this time. He got up in his egyptian cotton pajamas and open up the curtains in front of his 7foot tall window and saw it was quiet a beautiful day. Dark clouds covered the sky and lighting zapped everywhere. It soon started to rain, coming down pretty hard, making the people on the streets start to run while they cover there head from the rain.

He couldn't help but smile at the sight. The scenery made him recall his hometown, London. How it always rain like that there, and how peaceful the sound of raindrops hitting his window sound. It reminded him of a his time on the Kabra mansion, his whole childhood. Back when his little sister was alive.

Natalie. He missed her so much it was painful. She was so full of life and spirit in everything she did, good or bad. Yes, she had moments when she was a brat and was bossy, but he saw her soft side too.

She loved the smell of roses and how they tickled her nose, making her laugh like a happy child. She like the feeling of a new dress because she felt like she was finally as pretty as there mother, when she already was. She would we're different color socks when ever she wear boots. She secretly kept a stash of chocolate turtles in the back of her closet. When they both were young, they would sneak into Natalie's room late at night and talk about anything as they chew on the creamy,nutty goodness.

He really did miss his baby sister.

But at least she's at peace. She shouldn't have to live a life full of the Cahill madness. She deserve better then that, no matter what she has done, no one deserve to suffer all throughout there life for what they were force to do by there heartless mother. Especially when she was a mere child and didn't know any better because that was her teaching all her life.

A loud crash of thunder brought Ian from his thoughts. He needed to check on Amy and check his email for work. Business has been slow lately but that normally happen when spring comes around. Just before the summer and the business began. People from all over the world, travel to America for vacation and the very wealthy ones come over to Ian and buys a painting or two so they can place it above there bar or fireplace and brag about it with there friends. Ian has seen it a million times with his own parents.

Ian turn away from the window and changed. He walked out into the hall and knocks on Amy's door.

"One minute." She called and Ian rests against the railing of stairs. He takes out his phone and checks his messages, email, and calls. Nothing.

Amy open the door, dressed in dark jeans and a dark blue and grey baseball t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and she wore no make up. She looked very bonnie.

"So?" He asked.

"So?"

"What do you want to do today?"

"Lets go for a walk." She sweetly smiled and Ian raised a brow.

"It's raining though."

Amy's face fell and She ran back into her room to check. Ian slowly walked in. They arrived back at about seven and brought all the boxes into Amy's room where she quickly start unpacking and organizing her belongs. Some things were still left out and still packed that were scattered everywhere but most of the things were placed and away.

Amy looked at the window, spattered with raindrop, making the image blurry.

"Oh man." She grunted. Apparently she didn't really like the rain. Ian made a mental note to not take her to London.

"The weather man said it be a nice day. I thought we could walk down to a library and then see the park. Just travel around Philadelphia, you know?"

Ian nodded. He predicted that Amy would eventually would want to go to the library. She was the biggest bookworm Ian has ever met, which explain about her intelligence on almost every subject.

Amy then slopped down on her queen size bed, laying on her back, swing her legs back and forth. Ian could help but notice how blinding white her socks were. Ian sat down beside her on the plush, soft bed.

"We can go swimming." He suggested. Amy raised herself up. "Huh?"

"We can swim." He repeated. "My indoor pool was finally finish last month."

"Why not just go to the Community center?"

Ian looked at her like she was insane. He was not going to swim in water that who-knows-how-many people soaked in

and who-knows-what-else they done in it, with there unclean, germ covered bodies. Just the idea gave him shivers. How disgusting.

"No, extremely unclean."

"Oh come on Ian. I'm sure they clean the pool."

"Do they drain it regularly?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Then that means we will be swimming in someone else's urine."

"Ian, they put a chemical in it that makes it turn blue. It's noticeable."

"And how do you know that?" He challenged her.

"...Dan did it once..."

"And how long was that ago?"

"A few weeks ago..."

"Have they clean it yet?"

Amy glared at him, hating that he was right. Ian smiled, she was so cute when she was mad.

"My point is taken. So please change, Love. We'll take a little dip into a clean and pee free pool." He then turn to change in his room.

"A little OCD there, Ian?" She taunt him.

"Only wanting the best for you,Love." He called over his shoulder. "Oh, and please remind me to get that chemical, and to never invite Dan into my pool." He walked out and closed the door before the pillow that pink cheeks Amy through at him could get him.

(...)

It only took Ian about five minutes to change and get a maid to get them towels. But for the past half an hour, he had been standing outside Amy's door, waiting for her come out. For making Ian wait this long, she better have a string bikini on.

"Amy? Are you ready yet?" Ian called to her again for the tenth time.

"Patients Ian." She said back. That almost sounded like something her brother, who swears he's a ninja, would say.

"They always told me to wait on the fair lady. Why can't girls follow that too for guys?" Ian wonder to himself.

After ten more minutes of waiting, and three maids who glance at Ian and giggle when they pass, Amy finally came out. She wore a light blue cover up with long sleeve and was holding the book 'Phantom of the Opera'.

"Why, hello my lady. I have waited centuries to see you at last." He mockingly bow before her. And she elegantly, sweetly hit him at the back of the head with her huge book.

"Come on, let's go." She headed for the stairs. Ian followed.

On the way, Amy was the first to speak. "Ian, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Love."

"Aren't you suppose to be working?"

"It's slow around this time of the year. It's only during the summer and winter went I get extremely busy."

"Oh." Amy responded. "What about school?"

"I've already graduated."

Amy looked at him in shock. "Graduated?!"

"Yeah." Ian knew it was shocking, but he already been doing selling business for art for most of his life. College was just a breeze. Then it hit him.

"Why aren't you in school?" He asked her. Amy was going to Harvard to study Archaeology, and from what he has heard, she's at the top of the class.

"I finish my exams early so I get an extra two weeks added to my spring break vacation."

"Very good." He smiled at her an she smiled back.

They came to the indoor pool wing and Amy's mouth dropped. "It's huge!"

"I know." Ian liked his belongs big. The bigger the better.

Ian walked over to the row of white lay out chairs and threw a towel to Amy. She laid it out on the chair and curled up, beginning to read her book.

Ian jumped into the pool and made a nice large splash, just for her. When he came back up, he saw that she used a towel to block herself-his towel.

"Well then." Ian mumbled and went back under. He touched the bottom of the pool, swam from one end to the other multiples time, hold his breath as long as he could, and floated. But he quickly became bored and lonely. His eyes wonder onto Amelia and he grin. She was into her book tremendously, her undivided attention on the Gaston Leroux novel. He'll be changing that.

Ian took the legs of her chair and shook them (EARTHQUAKE!), causing her to jump.

"May I help you, Mr. Kabra?"

"Why yes. I was just wondering of you could come play with me, and actually get in the pool."

"No."

"Please." Ian couldn't help but feel strange by saying the word please. So non-Kabra like. Oh well.

"No."

"If you don't I'll throw this whole chair in the water with you and your book."

Oh yes, now that was more of the Lucian way.

Amy was on guard and glaring at Ian full on now. Ian couldn't help but notice how delightful she looked with her eyes narrow and her smile that she was trying to fight back. He loved toying with her.

"You won't dare!" Amy hissed. Ian shined his Kabra smirked at her and put his forehead with her's, making them as close as they were yesterday in her closet.

"Do you really believe that?" He dared her and she glared at him more as her cheeks went from pink to red.

"Fine."

"Brilliant." Ian jumped back into the pool. When he resurfaced Amy was taking off her cover up to reveal a dark green two piece swimsuit. It wasn't the bikini he wanted but she still looked amazing in it.

Amy sat down on the edge and put her feet in the water only. She smirked at him as her pale, flawless less swing back and forth. Ian came over again, pushing himself up to look at her eye to eye. He smiled at her and then pulled her into the water with him, fully under.

When they came back up, Ian was hold her small waist. She was was being hold a little taller then him, so his if he wanted to look at her in the eyes, he had to look up, because another pair of her was at his eye level.

Amy saw so and blush, then she dunk the cobra. They continued on like this, wresting with each other and slashing water everywhere, for a while. Laughing and coking on water. Soon Ian gave up and tried to catch his breath. Amy did the same.

"That was joyful."

"Yup." Amy agreed.

(...)

Dinner time arrived and Ian was starving. Every since him and Amy came back inside and the scent of lobster and caviar covered consumed the air, Ian's stomach constantly grumped and his mouth would randomly watered.

Ian was in his office, checking and reading files solely because he had nothing better to do. Amy took a shower and went off to the library.

Ian laid back in his big comfy office chair. He changed into slacks and a henley shirt and put on his Rolex watch. He has had a pleasant day, something he hasn't had in a long time. Ian was at complete ease and he felt no stress whatsoever. He discovered that spending time with Amy was a very effective way to decompress, she just made everything better. She made him smile and laugh, and forget about everything bad in his life. Like his parents walking out on him, and Natalie's passing. She cleared his mind of everything that evolved into gruesomely tragedy.

Ian has notice she was wittier then he ever thought of her to be. She stammer hasn't came up once during their marvelous three days together, somewhat to his disappointment. He really did miss her trouble with words, it was so cute when she was fourteen and she would blush crimson... And then kick him in the knee... God, that hurt.

Just then Ian's computer went off. Ian checked his email again and read his new message. His mouth dropped open and almost fainted, which was saying something for a Lucian.

Dear Ian,

I'll be over tomorrow at your home. I'm coming over to buy some paintings and see how you are. I'll be there at 9.

Ian's mouth dropped. "Hell..."

(...)

DUN DUN DUN!

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