A/N: Hmmmm….well the reviews are rolling and it's great! I'm really glad people like my fic! Please keep reading and reviewing! I am eternally grateful for your response!! Thanks! Oh, and just to let you know…….I'm taking the Aunt Pam, Uncle Art and Sam situation into a spiderman related scenario so……it'll seem similar to the movie!! If you've seen it that is…….

Samantha walked quickly on the silvered pavement as the moonlight shone above her. It was 4-o clock, but the sun was practically already set since it was wintertime and the days were shorter. She hugged herself, protecting her skin from the bitter cold. It had never been this chilly in November before. Especially not in the outskirts of San Francisco. Her high school and house wasn't far from the city but they sure weren't in the city. She was located in what you could call a suburb of the Golden Gate City.

She wanted to hurry home, and get ready. She thought of what she would say to her guardians as she entered the house. 'Should I say I'm going to the library to do homework? Or how about Karis's house to work on a project? No, that means that they would call her house and then I would get caught. How about the pizza place? Or the mall? Yeah……..how about the pizza place, the mall and then arcade? That'll be good, then they wouldn't be able to track me down and I'd have an excuse to come late night……….' She thought to herself. Her messenger bag weighed her shoulder down, causing her to feel a bit of pain. She shifted her bag on her shoulder and kept walking.

She was nervous. She was dead nervous. She had never pulled something this big on her aunt and uncle. And besides, she barely got away. Many times she had gotten caught and had gotten in trouble. She didn't want to get caught this time. She COULDN'T get caught this time. It would be pandemonium for her. She couldn't believe that she actually agreed to the plan. Going to a club would be crossing the boundaries of their limitations as a teenager. Clubs only allowed people 18 and older. They were 4 years from that time, and were taking a real big risk. They could get arrested if they got caught! The penalty was so big, it scared Sam to death.

But she really had no choice. She did whatever her friends agreed to doing. She didn't want to feel like that, but the feeling of being left out and fitting into a group always seemed to take over her mind. It was part of peer pressure. She was 14 and wanted friends. It was really rare for her, especially with the de ja vu stuff happening around her. She encouraged herself even more to just try and forget about it, but her self-support wasn't exactly working.

As she reached her half way point to her house she tried to fix her mind on something else. Like the woman she had met today in the hallway. She seemed so vaguely familiar. Samantha had tried all day to figure out where she had met her before. She didn't pay attention in class anyway so what better to waste your time on the stranger? She thought about the cold feeling she felt in her body. How the chill always came when something was about to happen. Was it a coincidence? She didn't know, but she needed answers. And she needed them quick.

She also noticed that the Ms. Matthews had been staring at her weirdly for a few seconds. She secretly wished that she knew what other people thought. 'Did she think I looked familiar too? Did she recognize me from somewhere?' she asked herself rhetorically. It bothered her the whole day and it was bothering her now. Hey, at least it was getting her mind off P3 and her friend's plan to take a risk and enter a raver's club. And it seemed like Ms. Matthews was a really nice person. She had saved Sam from getting in trouble with Mrs. Rowland again. She didn't want anything bad to happen to her. But she hated it when she felt that she needed to protect all the time.

After a while, she finally reached her humble home that she shared with her two guardians. A free hand reached out to her pocket and took out her house key. She took a deep breath, hoping that the two were in the kitchen. Her Aunt Pam only had a part time job, that lasted about 4 hours and it was during Sam's school time. Her Uncle Art worked a night shift at some company. She suddenly realized that her whole life, she had never known where they went or worked. It had never crossed her mind until now. Every time she tried to ask for a school project or just for her own personal knowledge, they seemed to change the subject. It never really seemed to be a big thing to Samantha though. She wasn't exactly the kind of person who goes shopping all the time and constantly asked for money. All that she knew that she got what she wanted most of the time she asked, and that Uncle Art had great working job that was brought in a lot of money. You could tell by their house that they earned a great deal of money.

She realized that she had been standing at the door the whole time, and she used her keys. Slowly and silently, she opened the brass doorknob of her house and walked in. She could smell the sweet aroma of coffee in the air and she could see that her aunt and uncle were indeed in the kitchen. They must have heard the silent opening of the door because the next thing Sam knew they were calling her. "Sam? Honey are you home?" she heard her Aunt Pam scream from the room straight ahead of her.

Samantha sighed, rolled her eyes and replied. "Yeah Aunt Pam. It's me." She said, walking the distance from the front door to the kitchen. She took of her light jacket, her messenger bag and laid them on the stairway before entering the kitchen. There, she saw the same old scene. Her Uncle Art was always sitting at the table, his head buried into his morning paper as a hot mug of coffee laid in front of him. Her Aunt Pam was always at the kitchen counter, baking or frying their soon-to-be dinner, humming a happy and jovial tune.

"Hey Sammy. How was photography and creative writing club?" her aunt asked her, not looking up from her cooking. Sam stood in the doorway and her heart leaped at the question. She had forgotten all about photography and creative writing club. She had spent her time hanging out with Karis, Holly and Alyssa trying to fit the plans for tonight in her head and talking about where they would meet etc. She regretted ever missing her clubs but didn't have a big care for it. "Oh, it was great. Really great." She said, with some nervousness lingering in her tone.

Her Aunt Pam smiled. "That's nice honey. That's nice. Well, we're having dinner in a few hours so go do your homework and then wash up." She said.

"Actually, I don't think I'm going to be here for dinner." She practically whispered. Her Uncle took his head out of his paper and looked up at Sam. Her aunt paused her cooking and whirled around to see Sam with a confused look. "Huh?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"I finished my homework in study hall, and I was wondering if I could go somewhere tonight with Karis, Alyssa and Holly?" she asked innocently. Her uncle shifted in his seat. "Where?" he asked suspiciously. Sam panicked and started to sweat. She searched frantically in her mind her excuse for tonight. "Uh. Arcade, Mall then Pizza." She said quickly. There was a silence after that. Her uncle turned to glance at her aunt, and Aunt Pam did the same.

Then, both their expressions seemed to lighten and he shrugged and smiled. "Sure, of course you can. Until what time will you be out? It may be Friday night, but you still have a curfew." He reminded her. Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know. I'll probably be home by ten…….since we're going to be spending a lot of time shopping for a birthday party Alyssa's throwing next week." She lied. Samantha felt absolutely terrible about her dirty deed but she had no choice. Aunt Pam looked at her suspiciously.

"Hon, isn't Alyssa's birthday in March?" she asked. Sam's eyes grew wide and she tried to think of some excuse to make up for her other lie. She regretted ever adding that last comment to her excuse. "Um………yeah. See, she's going to spend it with family in March, and she won't have time to spend it with us. So, since she's really excited with her birthday for some reason, she wants to have it super early with us so we won't miss it……….." she tried to say casually.

Her aunt and uncle stared at each other again, and seemed to be exchanging thoughts with one another. Sam quickly regretted ever telling the lie, for it sounded so unbelievable. But her aunt and uncle seemed to buy it. "Ok." Her uncle said, shrugging once more. "But be home by ten, no later. Have fun dear." He said, smiling at his young niece. Sam nodded and gave a small sigh of relief and hurried up to her room. 'That was such a close call……..' she thought to herself as she quickly ran up the stairs to get ready for the big night.

****

As soon as the two senior whitelighters heard the upstairs door close, Artemis turned himself around in his chair to talk to Apolla. "She's lying about something. I can feel it. Where do you think she's going?" he asked her quietly, so that he was sure Sam wouldn't be able to hear. Apolla shrugged. "Does it look like I could read her mind??"

"That's a power we desperately need. I think we should mention that at the next staff meeting……….." Artemis suggested jokingly. Apolla left her cooking on the counter and went over to the table. She punched Artemis slightly in his arm. "Jerk. We're not supposed to be joking about this. We're her guardians, and we're supposed to be protecting her and she could get herself into danger. We have to take precautions now Artemis. We can't afford to lose her. I can't afford to lose her." She whispered.

Artemis laid a hand on Apolla's shoulder. "Yes……….I know. Don't worry. I'll try to talk to her. And……maybe I'll follow her. Or something like that." He said, unsure of his answer. Apolla nodded and sighed, staring at the crowded kitchen table in front of her. "You know…..I don't know what's gotten into that girl lately. She's gotten into so much trouble. Well, some times it's not her fault, but she just can't get away from all the trouble she's been in. Talk about a jinx." She said, snorting some. Artemis grinned at all the sarcasm and humor Apolla has been showing lately.

"Boy……….I need a vacation……." Apolla said with a sigh, rubbing her head hardly. "I'm getting a lot of headaches. I am getting old……" Artemis rolled his eyes. "I think being 167 years old has its side effects. Besides, I think you still look as radiant as the day I met you." He said, trying to comfort Apolla. Apolla smirked. "That's the nicest thing you've said in about 20 years……" she said jokingly. The two friends laughed, but it died after a few minutes.

As the two were laughing, neither of them could sense the darklighter slowly peeking through the window. Spencer was standing right outside on their lawn right out the window. In his hand, he held the crystal that Arkon had given him. He held the crystal towards the two whitelighters he had sensed in this house. The crystal was shining brightly, and he could sense that these two whitelighters were exceptionally powerful. He could tell that these two were at least at the power level of 7. Arkon would be very proud when he got their souls. The one thing he wondered, was that why were the two living in a house like a normal married couple? Were they allowed? Did they know about this "up there"? Questions raced through the neurons of his brain.

A sudden sense made his senses go haywire. He suddenly sensed a strong, powerful power coming from someone in the house. He looked up, only to see the two whitelighters at the kitchen table, but he knew that such a great power couldn't be coming from them. 'It couldn't be coming from them, they are too weak……I can sense these whitelighter's powers from here…..and it's definitely not coming from them……well then where is it coming from?' he asked himself rhetorically.

He turned around and looked behind him, just in case a being was walking down the sidewalk or if he sensed the vibe from some other house, but it didn't work. He felt it from this house and he needed to find out where this power was coming from. Suddenly, he caught the slightest movement at the corner of his eye. He looked through the window again, and saw the male whitelighter get up from his chair. He said something to the female whitelighter that made her get up also. They both started talking again, then walked over to the staircase and climbed the stairs.

Spencer wondered where they were going, and by telling the look on their faces, it looked as if it were something serious. Was it something serious? He shrugged, and orbed out to a tree branch that was in front of a window that had a window view to the second floor. Through the window, he saw a teenage girl. And he sensed her power too. Spencer almost fell off his tree branch by the sudden power he had sensed. The level was off the charts and it was coming right from the girl.

"No……..this girl couldn't be the source of the power I was sensing. She is just a mere youth! Why would she have this much power??? HOW could she have this much power? This is just impossible. Her level is off the charts………" he observed as he stared at the girl. He took the crystal out of his front jacket pocket, and looked at it. The crystal was blinking like crazy, and it's light was shining so bright, that it was practically blinding him. With his wide-eyed shocked look, he quickly put the crystal back safely into his breast pocket so it wouldn't attract attention inside. He was amazed at the magical beings these days. Not only was the source powerful, but it was a mere child.

He knew that he needed to get the power somehow. With hers and the TWO whitelighters combined, Arkon would be unstoppable. Arkon would also be proud of him, and he may be the first darklighter that would keep his head during the time of vocation to Arkon. He sighed, and fixed the tie on his neck and ran his hand through his ruffled blond hair. He would actually be able to live. He was mentally proud of himself for finding such power, and smiled at himself. He orbed out to get ready for his abduction tonight. He knew that advanced whitelighters like those two inside the house, knew how to fight back and he needed to plan.

He could tell that the two whitelighters cared about this young girl, and knew that they would stop at nothing to protect her. So the first plan came into his mind as soon as he discovered this thought. He would take out the whitelighters first.

****

Sam lay flat on her bed, staring at the cracks of the ceiling above her. Her memory brought her the look in her aunt and uncle's eyes as she told them where she was supposedly going for the night. The look of fear glimmered from their pupils. She was sick of it too. "Geez, why do they have to be so worried? I'm going to be fine……they're always so overprotective." It has been like that since the day she was born. Sure they were good guardians, but they were always worried about her.

"I'm just going to sneak into a club, I'm not going to kill anybody!" she screamed in her head. Ironically, she heard sudden footsteps outside her doorway. She turned to her side and sat up. She could see the two shadows from the crack underneath her door, and wondered what her guardians wanted out of her now. She sighed and the sudden knock on her door made her jump. Getting over her startled reaction she got up and opened the door. The two sweet people smiled as she peeked.

"Yeah?" she asked in curiosity, opening the door widely. "Can we come in?" Aunt Pam said, stepping into her room. She shrugged and sat back on her bed. Uncle Art followed after her, and the two sat on her bed with her, one on each side. They could lightly feel the springs on their bottom, as they bounced up a bit. Aunt Pam put her arm around Sam. "Hey honey. How was your day?" she asked.

"It was fine." She said, staring at the carpet of her bedroom blankly. Artemis glanced back at Apolla. He gestured for her to continue on and Artemis nodded. "Honey……we just wanted to come…….talk to you for bit."

"About what?" she asked. Artemis cleared his throat and entered himself into the conversation. "You've been acting really different lately Sam……"

"Like how?" Sam said in her defense.

"Well……trouble at school……barely home……always out with your friend….and you always have these weird experiments in your room. It's like you never come talk to us anymore. It's like your aunt and I don't know who you are anymore."

"What do you mean??? Just because I don't come talk to you guys doesn't mean I'm different. I'm growing up, that's all. And I just like to keep things private. And I told you! I never started those things at school! They just…..came to me."

"But we're just really worried about you. We don't want you getting involved in something that's really dangerous or bad to you……." Her aunt replied.

"What, you think I'm taking drugs or something? Why can't you accept that I have a little privacy in my life!!! I'm a teenager! Not a criminal!" she said, her voice slowly rising in volume. She was up from the bed now, standing in front of her aunt and uncle.

"Look, we know what it's like to be teenagers. We know how hard it is……We went through the exact same thing at your age."

"No!!! You don't!!! You don't know how I feel! And no! You didn't go through the exact same thing when you were my age! I'm totally different! And I'm gonna say it again! Stop worrying about me! I'm fine! I'm just PERFECT! And don't even say you understand! Because you have no IDEA how hard it is for me!"

"Sam…….we're not your parents…….so-"

"SO STOP PRETENDING TO BE!" Sam shouted at the two. There was a pause between them. A very long silence. Sam panted, looking at the eyes of the two. They now both looked really hurt at her last comment. Uncle Art just nodded and got up. Sam was too angry with them to sympathize and apologize. She was too blind to see the real hurt in her eyes. Only anger and frustration lingered around her. Her Aunt Pam followed her Uncle Art out the door. Uncle Art glanced back at Sam.

"Just call me whenever you're ready and…….I'll drive you there." He said in a soft, calm voice. Sam nodded and sighed, closing the door behind them. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes for a second, a little ashamed at what she had just done but decided that she had too much on her mind. She may have been harsh, but she was right. She walked over to her closet to pick something to wear for the night.

****

Sam walked down the stairs, her outfit exceptional to the fashion police and a light jacket on her shoulders. She never wore any makeup; she didn't really care about looking pretty. When she reached the bottom, she walked over to her uncle's office to tell him that she was ready. There, she saw her uncle, typing away on his computer.

"Uncle Art?" she practically whispered to him. He was startled and turned around. He took off his glasses and put them on the table gently. "Yes dear?" he said.

"I'm ready to go……" she said, trying to forget about their little argument, but couldn't ignore the fact that she was still mad at them. He nodded, a smile no longer on his face. He grabbed his keys from the table and his jacket from the back of the chair. He then walked out of the front door, telling her that he would start up the car. She got her shoes on and just when she was about to open the door, she heard her aunt behind her.

"You sure that that jacket is warm enough?" she asked, in a very soft tone. She shrugged. "Yeah it's ok." She said. Aunt Pam nodded and waved. "Have fun……." She said. Sam sighed and nodded while rolling her eyes. She opened the front door, and walked out of the house.

Apolla sighed and walked back to the kitchen. She was really hurt at what Samantha had said earlier, but if that was how she felt, then she couldn't stop her. She walked over to the kitchen to finish setting the table when she suddenly got grabbed by the neck. Spencer had grabbed her and posted her against the wall. Apolla struggled against the darklighter, but he was too strong for her. She gasped as she was starting to choke slowly.

"Where's the girl?" he said, as he took out his crossbow, and aimed it at her neck.

A/N: Sorry!! Sorry sorry sorry for leaving you all in the dark…..it was soooo totally my fault. Well…I finally got this up here so read and review!!!