title: the twilight
pairing: OcOc
summary: One from the Twilight to be one with the Dark; the apocalypse is nearing. All Night-worlders are preparing for battle. There's only one problem; the final wildpower still hasn't been taken care of. And time's running out.
dedication: to instant noodles.
notes: i have nothing to say to you.

t h e t w i l i g h t

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"This just in; forest fire consumes half of local forest. Witnesses say a flame came out of no where, spreading like an explosion. The flame went out quickly, apparently not lasting more than 10 seconds. These 10 seconds, however, were long enough to completely wipe out all of the trees. All that's left in the area is dirt. It's as if everything just vanished... More on this story later."

The Daybreakers stared intently at the screen, 'Hm's' and huphs across the room.

Keller sat, legs crossed, perched on the edge of the sofa. She squinted, then sighed, giving her head a small shake.

"Well that's great," She heard someone say dryly, "Less forest. Which means any shifters or wolves- hell, even some vampires -are gonna need to find different hunting land. And then they'll need to share land. And they wont like sharing. And fights will break out. And we already have enough problems. And-"

"Shut up, Ash." Mary-Lynette sighed, slapping a hand to her forhead. There were a few scattered laughs, but other than that, silence.

Yeah, things had been tense lately. Not that Keller found it shocking. Y'know, what with the end of the world coming and all. And the fact they still hadn't found the final wildpower.

How many false alarms? To many. It was almost embarressing, the amount of work they were- or weren't -getting done.

She glanced around the room, taking check of who was here. James, Poppy, Mary-Lynette- though she wasn't sure why, Ash, Rashel, Quinn, and, uh, what's his face... Phil, Poppy's twin brother. He'd come last week for their 17th birthday, and Poppy had convinced him to stay. Now, he was finally accepting his witch heritige or something. Keller really hadn't payed attention. Oh well. He was a fast learner, and that was what the Daybreakers needed.

Just then, Thierry walked in, with Hannah right behind him, holding a video cassette in her hand.

Walking to the front of the room, he cut to the chase. Thierry was never one to make small talk.

"We've had another wildpower sighting," Keller tried to stiffle her groan. "Nearby, just a town or so over. To be specific..." His gaze drifted to the t.v- Had someone muted it? Keller hadn't noticed. He pointed at the screen.

"That town."

The room went silent for a second, and Keller knew what everyone was thinking. What a coincidence.

Before anyone could get a word in, the door opened, and Galen jogged in.

"Sorry I'm late," He apologized, taking a seat beside Keller, "Iliana had an, er, problem."

No one asked. Ilianna seemed to have alot of problems these days... Keller was just happy her soulmate had arrived.

Galen quickly got filled in on what he missed, then they continued on with the information they had. Which wasn't much.

"Name?"

"Er, we're not sure."

"Race?"

"...Don't know."

"Goddess... Gender?"

"Female."

"Nice to see we're getting somewhere," Phil's voice spoke up sarcastically. Poppy shot him a glare, like a mother scowlding a toddler, but no one said anything else. He was new, confused, and although he wouldn't admit it, intimidated.

For the first time, Hannah spoke up.

"Well, we do think we have a visual I.D." She popped the casette she'd been holding into the v.c.r, then hit play.

It was another newscast. Though this one appeared to be cut out footage. Hannah fast-forwarded through most of it, then suddenly clicked 'play.'

On the screen, the reporter was jogging up to a young woman. "Excuse me, ma'am, could I ask you a few questions?"

The mystery woman turned around, and the reporter stifled a gasp. Not that anyone would blame her.

The girl was clearly a night-person. She was tall, with pale, smooth looking skin. She had raven hair that fell in witch-like waves to her hips. She seemed to have a perfectly sculptured face. There was obvious beauty in her features, but, that wasn't the most shocking thing. To Keller, the most shocking thing was her eyes. Emerald-green, wide. Somehow, they had little flecks of gold in them. They shined with light. They were mysterious eyes. Beautiful eyes. Eyes that had stories behind them.

Galen's eyes.

Galen stared at the t.v. screen, squinting at the apparent wildpower. There was something about her... Something odd.

On the screen, she was responding to the reporter. "Uh.. no?"

But the reporter was pushy. "Come on, just a couple questions. This is turning into a investigation, and you're gonna be questioned anyways. Might as well get used to it."

The girl sighed, more like a huff. "Fine. Shoot."

"Where were you when the fire took place?"

She answered automatically. "Home."

"When did you know there was a forest fire?"

"When I smelt the smoke."

"Witnesses say there wasn't any smoke."

The girl was silent for a moment, then looked into the reporters eyes.

"So you're saying I'm lying, then?"

The reporter looked scared, not that Galen blamed her. The girl's eyes looked like two twin flames, with sparks threatening to burn the reporter at any moment.

Then, she laughed, shaking her head. "Whatever. I'm done. This is stupid. You're never going to figure it out." She turned and tried to walk away, but the reporter got one last question in.

"Did you get that cut on your hand from the fire?"

The girl froze for a second, and back tensing. That was actually the first time Galen had noticed the cut. Long, right across her left palm. It looked like it went in pretty deep. It looked expertly cleaned and taken care of, but by the way it wasn't stiched up or bandaged, he could tell she wasn't helped at a hospital.

Without turning, she simply answered. "No. I wasn't there. I already told you."

Then the screen went blank.

The room was silent. Thierry cleared his throat, than began talking again.

Galen couldn't concentrate. He was to miffed.

There was something about those eyes. He recognized them from somewhere. But how...

Then something clicked.

"Now, we assume she's a vampire, because she definitely looks like a-"

"Shifter."

All eyes were suddenly on Galen, which is the only thing indicating to Galen himself that he'd spoken.

He blinked a couple times, letting it sink in that he'd actually cut Thierry off, then nodded.

"Shape Shifter. I know it."

"And how do you know it?"

"Because I know her."

If possible, the room got even quieter. Thierry, however, jumped right on it.

"How?"

And now, why you should of kept quiet... "Uh. I don't know." He looked sheepish, "I don't remember how or when I met her, but I do know I have met her. I recognize her." His face looked thoughtful, and his brow furrowed in concentration.

For the first time, Quinn spoke up. "Wait, a shifter as a wild power? Are you sure? The witch council said it was highly unlikely-"

"But they didn't say it was impossible." Keller cut him off, jumping to Galen's defence. "They said it was unlikely that a vampire would be a wildpower, if you don't remember. And look; two wildpowers are vampires. The witches aren't always right."

Great. Another silence. Even Ash wasn't saying anything.

Slowly, Thierry spoke the final line. "Alright... Everyone, your mission is simple; go and find this," He sent Galen a look, "Shape Shifter. You'll leave tomorrow at Dawn." Then, he left, Hannah right behind them. The meeting was over.

And their mission had started.