Unbeknownst to Genivive at the time, Mimi Force was sitting on her fluffy white duvet cover, listening to Baal's and Aamon's conversation. Mimi had returned from Rio only a few days ago, and was advised by Charles to watch Baal closely over the next few days. Baal had been living in Rio since her eighteenth birthday—almost six years ago—and was supposed to be monitoring anything to do with Leviathan or any Silver Blood activity down there. Of course they had gotten no reports from her and were lead into a trap by over twenty Silver Bloods. Obviously, someone was not doing their job.

Or at least, not very well.

Even though Baal's bond had been broken with Aamon, she still functioned quite well with all her tasks and such, and was closest to a pure angel—besides Michael and Gabrielle of course—the Blue Bloods had. So why was there no warning? Mimi knew Genivive's soul was almost completely deteriorated, but for someone who could still turn herself into fog under four seconds flat, shouldn't she be able to do her job?

So that's where it got tricky. There had to be some Silver Blood business in there.

"Mimi!" A voice from outside of her room cut off her concentration and she lost the signal of the two people.

"What?!" Mimi called back, extremely agitated. "Hurry it up I'm doing work." Mimi went back to focusing when Charles ran into her room. His face was ruddy and his breath was uneven as if he had just run around the city a few times. "What's wrong?" Mimi asked, trying to re-concentrate.

"Stop." Charles said, taking her arm. "We have to go." And with that they raced out of the room, topping vampire speed. But for some reason, the last image of the conversation she saw was two script letters, PS.

***

Schuyler Van Alen could barely breath. But it was somehow worth it. Her discovery was extremely shocking, but she felt as if it was not a new discovery. It was just…surprising. Schuyler then heard many people filtering in behind her, a low murmur slowly building as more and more people entered the small room. Charles soon proceeded in, still grasping Mimi's arm and completely out of breath. Schuyler turned around from the table she was standing over and looked at all the Committee members. As of late, Schuyler had been more respected seeing as she was they're only hope of ever defeating the Silver Bloods. Schuyler sighed with sadness as she saw the measly number of members. SO many had been lost. Also Schuyler noticed Bliss' absence. She had been MIA lately—

"Schuyler." Charles said, breaking her from her thoughts. Schuyler brightened and nodded, realizing she had been standing in front of everyone, silent, while they were all waiting for her to begin.

"I was on my way to school this morning when I came across a scent. It was almost like a Blue Blood, but not quite. I followed it, trailing it, and then came upon a girl passed out on the sidewalk. But that is not what is interesting about this girl. Come, look." Schuyler motioned for everyone in the audience to proceed forward to look at what Schuyler was point at. They all looked. Many gasped and looked on in dismay, some whispered with worried looks upon they're faces. On the back of the neck of the girl was a pentagram, which in many cases would've been mistaken for a Silver Blood marking, but inside the star was a circle, and inside the circle were the letters PS.

***

Geni was late to the meeting. It was an emergency one, so she should've been there on time. But lately her vampire running was lacking so she'd misjudged time. Oh, how broken her soul was. Finally Geni reached the new area for the meetings and quickly descended there.

Geni couldn't get the image of broken Jonathan out of her head. Why couldn't she just kill him? Actually, she knew why. She knew that if she killed him, she would die too. And Geni needed to help destroy the Silver Bloods. They had created something that had ruined her life, and she wanted, no, needed, revenge. Baal may be pure, but the bond was something that was part of her. And without it, she was no longer herself. Just a mere shell of herself. So without this part of herself, she was feeling eviler and eviler everyday.

Geni finally reached the room where they were meeting. She strode in quickly to find the room basic chaos, with almost everyone huddling over the table to see something, while a few were hanging back from it, looking scared to even be near it. Geni slipped around a few people and slowly made her way to the front of the jumble. One would think that Blue Bloods, being as proper and polite—and relatively stiff—that they were would not resort to such childish huddling. But when Geni looked at the table she understood why.

A face she never wanted to see again was blankly staring up at her, with completely limp limbs and mouth and everything. Geni stifled a scream by cupping her hands over her mouth.

How had she gotten here? Why was she here? Why was she in the building? Why was she laying in the meeting room? How did they end up finding her? Do they know about her? Do they know why?

While Geni was staring down at her, the girl suddenly awoke and sat up. "It's time for us to rule again." The girl said in a haunting, almost fake sounding voice. It was like something out of a cheesy horror movie. Geni took her hands off her mouth, screaming like a mad woman, and ran out.

Mimi watched Geni dash out suddenly, for no apparent reason, and looked back onto the table. Why were the initials ingrained on her neck? Everything of a Silver Blood marking was there, except more. The circle was completely round and the initials PS were written there. Mimi thought for a moment. Didn't she know those initials? After a few more moments of thought, Mimi couldn't recognize them and went to Charles.

"May I return home? I want to investigate Baal more." Charles nodded, slightly reverent, and Mimi left. Everyone was acting weird today. Why wasn't Charles more upset about Geni? Or the girl on the table?

Once Charles ended the meeting, and everyone had cleared out, Charles went over to the girl, and removed her long shaft on light brown hair from her neck to look at her marking.

"So, this really is the final battle then, isn't it?"