CLOUD NINE

If she falls, all is lost – because she is, effectively, the All-Spark. One side fights to protect her, another hunts her down, and then there are the darker ones, intent unknown. Her life is no longer meaningless, now that love, secrets and power are involved.

CHAPTER SIX

Aoi Sora Ni Hikouki Kumo

No One's P.O.V:

Deep within the Decepticons' base on earth, Blitzwing instinctively dodged the plasma energy directed at him, but it was more like a flinch.

Megatron's voice was dark and cold as he said: "Blitzwing…you deliberately dodged." The cruel Decepticon leader had purposely fired his plasma cannon at the triple-changer.

Blitzwing didn't respond.

Lugnut, however, stepped forward. "Milord," He said hastily. "It was not-"

"Both of you," Megatron silenced Lugnut immediately. "Failed to bring me the All-Spark!" He began pacing back and forth, an intimidating yet impressive Decepticon of black, grey and red. "The fact that it has found a new host is irrelevant! Track the human girl down using the energy signature from the All-Spark, and bring them both to me!" He stopped pacing and glared at all four of his subordinates. "Bring her to me alive and unharmed! But destroy any Autobot on sight!"

"Yes, Lord Megatron." The four Decepticons intoned, with varying levels of commitment.
Megatron then faced Blitzwing and Lugnut again. "AFTER you finish healing from this." He added, raising his plasma cannon once more.

Blackarachnia watched indifferently, the heat from the plasma cannon reaching her even though she stood at a safe distance away. It's energy only stung the organic side of her slightly. The current situation did not interest her.

Starscream, on the other hand, looked as if he were enjoying himself, as he watched Blitzwing and Lugnut get punished. Starscream quite liked it when Megatron punished, actually – so long as it was not he himself getting shot at. A tiny smirk was on Starscream's face for another reason also – he was busy plotting the ultimate act of treachery.

Regicide.

oOoOoOo

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen, I mean weird things.

My pinkie finger seemed to be tied to someone else's with a red ribbon, which would not break and we couldn't get it off.

Blood clouded my vision as I stared at sky blue eyes and a strange red disc…

Prowl…him I knew.

And…was that Blurr? It must've been…he looked thrilled.

A giant spider that was purple twisted and turned, before becoming a first place gold medal with a blue ribbon on it. That was weird.

I thought I saw Bumblebee at first, but then the vision shifted and blonde and yellow were replaced with green, the black tips became streaks, and the eyes a guarded, violet colour. He reached for me.

Blue light enveloped me.

I looked down at myself, and found myself in a snow-white dress, standing in ankle-deep water, and I was surprised to find myself in a veil and silk gloves as well. Was I getting married? I haven't dreamed about weddings…ever.

The gloves had no fingers. I looked down at my left hand, and saw the most beautiful ring I ever could have dreamed of. It was a soft gold, with what I somehow knew was a pink argyle diamond on it, a stone that's worth more than most people's houses. Tinier white diamonds decorated the band of the ring.

It was weightless on my finger, too beautiful to belong to me but, somehow, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it did.

I knew then that everything had changed…completely.

oOoOoOo

No One's P.O.V:

Well, maybe not completely…the next morning (8:00)…

Emma's mother, Lee, a tall brown-eyed woman with long dark hair extensions and glasses, poured a glass of milk and put the carton backing the fridge. "Where's Emma?" The fifty-three year old asked.

"She's still in bed, of course." Lee's fifty year old husband, silver-black-haired and blue-eyed Bruce, replied, as he came in through the double glass doors to the family room.

On the couch, twenty-four year old Sarah sat typing a text message to her boyfriend. Sarah had long dark hair extensions which were white on the bottom, dark brown contacts over her hazel-green eyes and multiple piercings. She looked up from her I-Phone and said: "She was asleep when I got home last night." Not that she really cared – she was going out on her bike with Mike today. Maybe they'd go to see Mike's sister Amanda, and spend some time with her and her partner Joel. Or maybe they could go shopping. If that was the case then she'd take her car and leave her bike at home.

The three older members of Emma's family turned to the TV then, as the news reporter said: "…the extent of the damage. This includes a sheet of what appears to be solid ice covering a distance of nearly 340M2…witnesses are urged to contact the police immediately, as they continue to investigate the mysterious events that seem to be shaping our city lately. And now, the skies of Perth were lit up last night in a fantastic array of unexplained blue lights…"

"Amazing…" Sarah muttered. "I'll bet Emma was too busy playing Donkey Kong to even notice." It would be just like her sister to miss something like that, Sarah thought, completely unaware of the fact that Emma spent half the day looking up at the sky because she found it compelling. Even when she was out rollerblading, the youth liked to stop and admire the cloud formations, or the orange sunset.

Lee sighed. "Enough, Sarah." To her husband she said: "Do you feel like going up to Jarrahdale today?"

Bruce nodded.

And, in the garage, the two beings known as Azura and Blu listened as the three adults made plans.