Shades

by Forbids

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Thank you to everyone who read White and thanks for coming to read this.

I don't know the Blue Bloods as we all know.

And I'd love it if you reviewed with positive feedback.

Now we have Mimi.

I loved writing about her, she's very deep. Kudos to anyone who finds the excerpt that I put in the first chapter.

Pairings: Azrael/Abbadon, Mimi/Jack, Schuyler/Jack, (hints of Gabrielle/Jack)

Summary: Mimi's always been one with the night.

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Now please enjoy, as I introduce:

Black:

Mimi's Point of View.

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We had always been together in my world, in Heaven and on Earth, eternally bonded and forever in love, or at least, I thought so, until Schuyler came into our happy lives. When I was in Heaven...I supported Lucifer, and when he rose and fell, we all did. But Gabrielle came too, giving us all hope. So, we waited, trying to re-earn the Lord's graces. To re-enter Heaven.

We never did.

As time wore on, I tried to bring my forever love to his destiny. Something he never fully accepted. We lead a dark life. We're in a tunnel, and there is no light ahead, but I'm okay with that. As long as I have my forever one by my side.

We still went past each cycle, in love, married, and bonded. For eternity.

You just don't screw with that type of love.

When I was born as Madeleine Force, an air of change swept over me. Charles Force, my "father" in this cycle and AKA: Michael, was not with Allegra Van Allen? Gabrielle? The Uncorrupted? When I was old enough to understand she left him for a human, her familiar nonetheless, I laughed. Foolish, stupid girl.

But Jack, Jack was hurt. No matter how much he denied it and got over it, I knew there was something that kept him with me. It was love. But still, my Jack was hurt. His light, his hope? Gone. Burnt out. Stupid little Allegra, was the reason why. But there was a plus. I thought he might finally embrace his destiny, you know, the one he ignored all this freakin' time? Anyway, I thought he might finally erase Allegra, Gabrielle, from his mind and love me with every atom in his body.

I was wrong. And I hate being wrong!

Her daughter, Schuyler Van Allen, a Blue Blood without a past, caught his eye? No. NO. NO! I spent my nights trying to convince myself it was not true. Just a misplaced infatuation. Just a crush, so shallow I could step my feet in it and not get my ankles wet, compared to our deep love. Wider than oceans, deeper than seas. Longer than time and space. More beautiful than everything that had ever been anything combined. He actually thought she was his light. I corrected that. Then it got stupid. Silver Bloods? Scandalous!

When I heard that bitch went to Venice, I laughed, moron. I had better things to worry about than Schuyler getting a vacation and I didn't. Like the Four Hundred Ball, and my awesome after-party.

And at the ball, Schuyler, was absent at first. Which was good, so I ignored it as just good luck. I found my beautiful Jack looking my way with a look of love with a hint of passion, masked mostly by adoration. The look he saved for me and only me. I smiled a huge gigantic smile. I waved and yet he didn't wave back? I turned and my worst nightmare happened. Schuyler Van Allen arrived, Jack was looking at her. Not me. I hated her more than I ever had before. My (beautifully manicured) fingers itched to wrap them around her neck. And squeeze. Hard.

Atleast I had my party to look forward too.

Jack was missing for awhile, until, I found that Schuyler-whore sitting in an alcove all by herself. Good. Jack wasn't with her. He then decided to show his beautiful face. We walked off and enjoyed that party. Which was good.

Winter then began and Schuyler came back. I wanted her to maybe, die? Which is kind of impossible, but a girl can hope? I still hated her.

On Valentines Day, I saw the complete evidence my hate was justified. The bouquet of perfect, pure white roses. White for love and the light.

The damn light to which he strived to be.

I cried that night.

I finally managed to devise a plan to summon a Silver Blood, the first one was a failed attempt, but the second one, with Kingsley Martin, by my side. It was an almost success. I wasn't sure what happened, until I saw the damage. I later went on trial for harboring a Silver Blood. And was found guilty, when I was innocent. Kingsley had ratted me out. I cried mentally. I was going to die, Jack would never see me. Schuyler would win, and probably, after a good grieving time, make a move on my Jack! I was certain I wouldn't die, but as soon as I got to Venice, I was almost certain I would. What if Jack never got over me and pulled an Allegra? Well Schuyler wouldn't have him, but I would loose him either way. But still, I would rather him be in a coma then have that Half-Blood have my Jack. I would wait for eternity for Jack, and only Jack.

When I was in Venice, I was afraid to die. I could not be proven innocent. And then I saw Schuyler and Jack ran to talk to her. Then I learned Schuyler might be able to pull off the Blood Trial, which wasn't necessarily bad, but, I didn't want her to. I was nervous. Yet I was proven innocent.

It saved my life and I was so happy, but I wouldn't let Schuyler know that. Then I learned Schuyler was moving in with us.

No. No! NO!

Now she's all "settled in" and I can hear her sobs. I just opened my door to walk over and tell her to shut up when I saw Jack knocking on her door. I could feel the tears gather in my eyes as they got hot and wet. I wanted to scream, kick, yell, kill, but I wanted to cry the most.

Jack was my life.

My life was Jack.

Without him, I'd rather be killed by a Silver Blood any day.

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A/N: Thanks for reading this. And once again, since I absolutely LOVE you guys. Enjoy this little ditty from Gray. Schuyler's Point of View.

Gray

Schuyler's Point of View

I heard a knock on the door as I choked back a sob. I choked out a soft, "Who is it?" and got the shock of my life.

"It's Jack."

I would swear my heart stopped for a moment before I got up. I caught my reflection in the mirror on the dresser as I made it to the door. My hair was a mess and my face was red and my eyes bloodshot. I looked hardly presentable as I turned to the door. I put my hand on the knob and took a deep breath as I opened it just a crack to make sure it was Jack, and not Mimi who might have been able to imitate his voice. I opened it fully once I saw Jack's eyes.

"Ye-ah?" I whispered, a hiccup interrupted me before I could say the rest of it, "What do you want?"

"I came to see if you were okay," He replied, his eyes full of concern, "Can I come in?"

"Sure." I pulled myself to the side as he stepped inside the room.

"How do you like it so far?" He asked as soon as I shut the door.

"It's my worst nightmare, I want to go home. I want to see Lawrence,again. I don't want to be here." I said out before falling onto the floor and into sobs.

Jack bent down on his knees and put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up so our eyes met.

Why did I love him? He was Mimi's, she had made it clear earlier today as she verbally abused me. It wasn't like he loved me back. He-

"You're wrong." He said softly, interrupting my thoughts as he leaned dangerously close to my face.

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