Disclaimer: Give me an "I"! "I"!

Give me a "don't"! "Don't"!

Give me an "own"! "Own"!

Give me a "Twilight"! "Twilight"! The whole crowd bursts into tears.

To Face the Wrath of Darkness

Prologue

The airport was black. No sound was heard except deafening silence.

Someone moved silently, like a wraith in the darkness. Their pale skin glowed beneath the heavy cloak they wore. It billowed outward with every stride, the violet material fluttering. A hood covered the face, so only dark brown hair was visible.

Moving quickly through the abandoned airport, they combed every nook and cranny.

West wing-clear. North wing-clear. South wing-clear. All terminals-clear.

The figure picked through the many plants, moving quickly and surely, almost like they knew the place like the back of their hand.

They stepped into a cavernous space, skylights revealing the starry night, moonlight spilling across the empty tables and chairs. Coming to a slow halt, violet eyes scanned the room.

"Ah, Michael, there you are." The figure said, eyes lingering over a large plant. The voice was met with silence. They sighed.

"Listen to me well, my friend. I do not have time to play hide-and-go-seek tonight. Show yourself or pay the consequences." They waited in silence once more. Still, no reply came.

"Have it your way then." A blinding ball of light appeared within each outstretched hand. The stranger raised the lights, bringing them to shoulder height. Turning the hands outward, they prepared to strike.

"Isabella, why must you insist on ruining my fun?" Another figure announced, stepping out from their hiding space.

"Tisk, tisk. No need for that." The new arrival ridiculed, gesturing with silver eyes toward the light emanating from the cloaked figure's hands. They were lowered and the light extinguished.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to go to such lengths if you cooperated." They replied. Both smiled.

The first stranger stepped into a chink of moonlight, removing their hood. The face was revealed, inhumanly perfect and beautiful. Wavy brown hair framed the face, ending at the girl's lower back.

"Michael." She grinned, showing a mouthful of perfect white teeth.

"Isabella." The second said, also stepping into the moonlight. He too, was inhumanly beautiful, golden hair hung in his eyes, curling slightly around his pale face.

The two embraced tightly. Moonlight shimmered off their extremely pale skin as if they were prisms.

"It's been too long." The girl said, only holding the boy's shoulders now. He beamed up at her.

"I agree." His eyes flashed in the moonlight.

"Do you know how creepy your eyes are?" She laughed.

"I don't know. Do you know how creepy yours are?" he shot back, grinning fully.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Thus the cloak. It makes me look scarier." She replied.

"Hmm…. You? Scary?" he mused.

"Oh, stop it." she replied, slapping his arm. "Come on, you have someone to meet."

A/N: This is my second fan fiction. Criticism welcomed. Please review and tell me what you think.

Meghan