Monsters Of Moonlight

Chapter One

The Personification of Night

Isabella Marie Swan

A silent string of curses spew from the brunettes lips as she stumbles through the crowed terminal, the clustering spaces of Seattle airport rebelling against the pale teen's unfortunate clumsiness.

Grumbling in frustration the brunette looks around the terminal aimlessly, carob eyes searching desperately for a not-so-familiar uniform clad cop.

A few frustrating moments pass before the brunette finds the pale police officer standing anxiously be an exit way, a large sign reading 'Swan' held in hand while his stiff stance demonstrates his obvious discomfort.

By this point, the extreme level of struggle that the brunette felt to have endured during the minor task of finding the man was already making her second guess her decision to stay with her father, the man she felt to barely know. To know that he had been merely standing there while she had been struggling rather then go looking for her made the brunette scoff.

Just as incompetent a parent as ever.

Swallowing her spite, the carob eyed girl began her way over to the man, tripping over her own suitcases two more times before reaching the man, getting drawn into an awkward side hug of hesitant limbs and fiddle-some luggage.

"Bella, how was your flight?" The older brunette asks, similar carob eyes staring down at his oldest daughter awkwardly, not knowing how to approach the teen.

"It was fine. Can we go now please, it was a long flight." Bella queries, shifting from left to right in similar discomfort to her father.

"Sorry Bells, but we gotta wait on Luna first, her plane was supposed to land a few minutes after yours." Charlie states, looking away from the bewildered girl to continue surveying the crowds.

The younger brunette was confused by her father's words though shrugged them off, assuming that her father may have offered to drive a friend home while picking her up or even having a found a new partner and her mother forgetting to tell her beforehand. It wouldn't surprise her if that was the case, Renée wasn't exactly the most responsible of women nor was she rather good at remembering certain things that did not affect her directly.

Those theories however, were discarded the moment a soft, youthful voice called out, a strong English accent present, colouring the girls already harmonic yet wistful like speech. The brunette was actually slightly perturbed by how innocent it sounded, not to mention that both the name and airy tone reminded her of the strange blonde witch from Harry Potter.

"Pateras!" Bella watched as her father's face all but lit up at the sound, a grin like no other she had ever seen upon his features spreading across his face as the short form of a teenage girl came into view. The brunette was momentarily distracted by how effortlessly the small figure was able to so gracefully dance around the crowds, even with all the bags held in her grasp, not seeming to pay the people around any mind as she all but twirled over to them. However, carob eyed girl soon lost herself in shock as she took in the small yet undeniably stunning teen before her.

The girl only appeared a few months younger then the brunette, though was rather little, no more then five feet tall in height, yet somehow this only seemed to make the unnaturally ethereal beauty of the girl more protrude. Silky raven tresses fell in natural corkscrew curls, resting in an endearing concave bob while an odd lock of naturally white hair curled on the left front of her head. The raven of her hair complimented the dark almond of her complexion, further supplementing the dark, thick arches of her brows and long lashes that fell upon high cheekbones. A small freckle could be seen on the lower corner of her left eye resting on her cheek.