Snippet #2116817

Jenson watched as the short woman with the bottle of Vodka stormed through the doors to the private jet gate. He felt some kind of energy from her. Could she also be a... He shook the thought from his head, a little bit worried. If he'd sensed her, surely she'd sensed him. Straightening up, he grabbed his bag and made to walk through the doorway, to follow her to the gate. He was interrupted however, by a man with a sinister feel to him. He was walking with a cocky determination. Jenson reluctantly followed and watched as he sat next to the Vodka girl and plucked the bottle from her hands.

Both of them! They're Dark... Jenson was panicking now. He was obvious, standing rigid, staring at the unnatural duo. Trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, he walked, head hung, to the side of the room, trying to find a seat as far away from them as possible.

Surely there'll be more people on this flight. he began in his head, thinking rapidly of a strategy if it came to a fight. I can't fight here. People will get hurt.
He sat down and peeked at the two of them. Deciding to focus on what was happening, he pulled up the hood of his dark grey jacket and closed his eyes.

Jenson gasped. He wasn't alone. There was another warm presence, somewhere in the airport. He could feel it. He would have to find this person, but how? And then it struck him. Underneath that close warmth, resonating from the spiritual energy of the mysterious person in the airport, was a horrible, cold Darkness. Evil. A malice so angry, so unspeakably horrendous, terrifying. It was heading for the airport.

Jenson only hoped they'd be up in the skies before this thing arrived.