Prologue, twenty-four years ago
Hope Cahill was at the verge of tears for her baby girl.
What kind of mess would this end up as? She thought.
She gave a cold stare at the document she had just signed in her hands. Her husband Arthur Trent looked like he didn’t mind what the document said at all.
“VERY good,” Isabel Kabra cooed. Hope let the document slip through her fingers as Isabel took it from her. “I’m sure this little…deal will be of help to both branches.”
Hope could feel Vikram’s gaze on her. He agreed to this deal. Not that it was what he had in mind. He actually wanted to eliminate Hope in a different way, but this deal was better. Less trouble, less paper work, more money. Just what he needed.
Vikram added, his voice placid, “Yes. More power to our families! Wouldn’t you agree?”
Hope looked up. She surely wanted nothing like this. Not at all. Why couldn’t they just wait until the kids were older?
She said nothing. The guilt of causing her daughter a future in hell left her voice silent.
Arthur stroked her back in comfort. “There, there dear. Maybe…”
Hope looked at him, her eyes welling up. What ‘maybe’ could be comforting when the thought of causing your daughter an eternity in hell was so visible?
Isabel broke the silence, as if there was nothing wrong with Hope’s state. “Oh well, look at the time. We’d better get going. We wouldn’t want to keep the Queen and Prince Charles waiting, now, would we, Vikram?”
“We surely wouldn’t,” her husband replied. Vikram gave Arthur a lets talk later look. The Kabras left the room.
Hope was shaking. Arthur helped her stand up and walk out of the door. The nanny was sitting in a couch, reading a magazine. She didn’t mind her what her little charge was doing.
She gazed longingly at little Amy, who at a year old, has managed to hold a book upright and point out to her teddy bear the fish in it. Hope scooped her up and hugged her for dear life.
I am so sorry, Amy. I’m sorry for what this monstrosity will cause you. She thought. Amy smiled at her mother, unknowing of the guilt she had in her heart. It just made Hope want to cry more, but she cradled her little girl and kept the tears to herself.
“I’ll go get the car,” declared Arthur. He walked out of the hall and into the cold night.
As Arthur reached the car, he heard footsteps approaching him.
“Well, you took long. As usual.” Was Vikram’s annoyed tone.
Arthur slipped the keys into the driver’s door “Well, Hope’s upset. And…”
Vikram cut him off. “Surely you think this deal is good, no?”
Arthur nodded. “It’s a good one. A Lucian and a Madrigal? Could you ask for more power?”
Vikram smirked in agreement. “Yes. And with the influence of the Vespers...”
The two men laughed.
Greed. Greed for power.
This deal was an assurance.
Never mind that it’d meddle with the lives of little Amy Cahill and Ian Kabra.
Because surely, this deal has sealed their ticket to world domination.
…twenty-four years later…
Cahill Mansion, Attleboro, Massachusetts
Amy Cahill had just finished breakfast.
A typical day: wake up, eat, get dressed, go to work, go home, sleep, repeat cycle.
Too typical? For a twenty-five year old girl, yes. For the most powerful person in the world? Even more boring.
Everything was normal…too normal for Amy’s taste. There’d been silence in the Cahill world. Even the Vespers. Now, now it just seemed like a funny dream. As if it didn’t exist at all.
She sipped from her coffee mug. Amy kind of wished that she could go through it all again. Minus the getting killed and the possibility of ending up in jail part.
“Morning dork.” Greeted twenty-two year old Dan. He was back from university and staying home for the summer. Dan surely just got out of bed, because a.) his hair was a complete mess b.) he was wearing nothing but his pajama pants.
“Hey dweeb.” She replied. They may be adults now, but the nicknames never died out. She ruffled his hair and took her plate to the sink.
Dan was taking a box of cereal out of the cupboard when he said, “Oh yeah. Mr. Smood called.”
“Mr. Smood? As in Mr. McIntyre’s colleague?”
Dan nodded, grabbing a bowl and a jug of milk. “Said something about you needing to meet him tomorrow.”
Amy knelt to the floor and gave Saladin’s tummy a rub. The old cat sure had a big belly, obviously full of red snapper. “What could he want to meet me for?”
Dan shrugged, popping a spoonful of milk and cereal into his mouth. “Beats me. Must be Cahill business.”
Amy’s heart fluttered at the thought. She surely wanted something Cahill related, not another dig out for the bones of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
She stood up and dusted her pants. “Well, I’m leaving for work. Try not to bring the house down.”
Dan smiled as she left the kitchen. “No promises.”
Kabra Mansion, London, UK
“Ian? IAN! Wake up, you big oaf!” Natalie yelled, shaking her older brother.
Ian rubbed his face in annoyance. “Alright, alright. I’m up. What could you possibly want now?”
Natalie declared, as if everything made sense to her brother. “Mr. Smood called.”
Ian raised an eyebrow. He clearly didn’t know who this person was. “You woke me up because some stranger called?”
Natalie raised her voice. “NO, YOU NINNY! Mr. Smood is a lawyer. He said you needed to meet him in Attleboro tomorrow.”
“Why?” he asked. Surely this man was mistaken. Ian Kabra, art dealer and business mogul, needed a sensible reason to cancel out a whole day’s work and head across the pond besides ‘he wants to talk to you’.
Natalie’s voice was frantic. “Because…just because! Ian, I don’t want anything bad happening to our reputation.”
Ian propped himself on his bed, leaning on the pillows. “Like Isabel’s little murder fiasco didn’t?” he asked in an incredulous tone.
“That’s different.” She replied in a small voice.
Natalie was a fashion designer now. He, on the other hand, gave another try at his parents’ job. Bringing their reputation back was big work. But Natalie Kabra worrying about something as small as this? PAH! It was a ridiculous thought.
“Ian, I’ll get bad press if this is about a lawsuit. So will you. PLEASE. I’m begging you.”
He looked at her. “What if I don’t?”
Ah. THAT changed her mood. She took out a recorder and pressed play. It was a recording of her sleep talking brother, back when he was fifteen.
Ian’s face scrunched up in anguish. He tried swiping the thing out of his sister’s grasp, but failed epically. “If you don’t go, I’ll send this to every Cahill in the world. ESPECIALLY to-“
“Fine, fine.” He snapped, giving in. “But you better book my flight. MAKE SURE it’s first class. I have to meet with the stockbrokers later and warn them of this little…trip.”
Natalie’s smile was smug. “Of course, dear brother.” Then she left the room.
Ian got up and headed for the bathroom.
Nuisance. Why does everything have to be a nuisance?
He remembered a set of jade green eyes as the water hit his body. He shook the thought away.
Nuisance. EVERYTHING is a nuisance.
He added, as an afterthought. Could this get ANY worse?
Oh, how little he knew of the ‘nuisance’ he was headed for.
SOOOO??WHADDAYA GUYS THINK?? :3
We'll run wild: We'll be Glowing in the Dark
Posted at: 4:32 am on February 4, 2012
I think you're an awesome writer, but I wish you would censor the content. Does anyone else agree with me here?
"It started out as a feeling, which then turned into a hope...You'll come back when it's over, no need to say goodbye..."
Posted at: 5:19 pm on May 6, 2012
Nice to know. Why are you confused? You're welcome :) Oh, thanks. I know, but that's the point, right?
BTW, call me Izzy.
Skandar Keynes, huh? The guy who plays Edmund in Chronicles of Narnia? Oh, we'll have to see about that. I mean, he's on a pretty tight schedule. Do you mean for just a visit or for keeps?
Your schedule? I thought you were on break.
If life gives you lemons, throw it back and demand COOKIES!
The best exercise is moving your head left and right over again every time you're offered food.
Posted at: 7:49 pm on May 6, 2012
Cahills vs. Vespers
The Hunger Games
I keep wondering and wondering when will my life begin? -Tangled
Posted at: 9:23 pm on May 6, 2012