Totally love the end of the chapter. We have a short meet up in this chapter, but not an official one, that's in a few chapters.

Also, am I the only one who likes Betrayal/Lily? She's going to be helpful... eventually.

(November 1, 2004)

I woke up to the irritating sound of my phone ringing. Why the hell is anyone calling me at... 6:04 in the morning?!

"Hello?" I answered, yawning.

"Hey Kat!" said the overly cheery voice of Viola, my little assassins master.

"Good morning, so, is Williams dead?" I asked, trying to see if I could end this phone call before I woke up fully and couldn't get back to sleep for the next week.

"Yup! And by my favourite too! Monica is fantastic! I'm meeting her today and I was wondering..."

I rolled my eyes. She wants something from me. "Yes Viola?"

"What if you came with me? To meet her? I mean, you could check her out, seeing as you pretty much rule the mafia world right now."

I sighed. "What time is this meet up?"

"It's at lunch!"

I yawned again, nodding to myself. "I'll see you there... after you pick me up."

"Yes Miss Ames!" and with that, Viola was off my line.

She was an overly perky twenty year old, and annoyed me to no end, but she's fun to have around and gives me lifts and jam, so I can't complain.

I rolled out of bed and looked in my wardrobe, seeing if I had any suitable clothes. I needed to look formal, but still casual. I mean, I can't look like a teenage girl going to a mafia meeting.

I found my old shirt S stole from Rain for me. It was Rain's Fall Out Boy anchor shirt from 2013 or 14. I decided I'd wear that, along with my black skinny jeans and black gloves.

Looking in the mirror, still seeing blue eyes, I decided to dip-dye the ends of my hair blue. I had gotten so used to the colour blue that knowing my eyes would be changing back, I had to keep the colour somehow.

By the time I was ready, Viola was outside.

Viola, as usual, had her extremely pail hair colour. This week, she had cut it shorter, to her ribs and tied it up. She was wearing a black tank top with a poison green long sleeve shirt underneath, and neon purple jeans to match her hair ribbon. I was not surprised.

"Kat! Looks like you've been taking one out of my book!" she commented, obviously talking about my hair, seeing as she used to dip-dye it.

"You look poisonous as always, Villy. Now, let's get this show on the road, and you can tell me all about this 'Monica' person."

Viola nodded and opened the passenger door for me (I rule, I get doors opened for me) before going around and getting in the car herself. On the drive Vi told me everything she could about Monica.

"I don't know Monica's last name, she's like that apprentice guy you've go on your list, Mello. Blonde, about your height and your age, too.

"She does a lot of work in England, but always manages to get here before she needs to pick up her money. Apparently, according to an informant, she lives in a boarding like place, so maybe they have a plane or something.

"She's got four siblings, an older brother, a twin sister that comes with her some times, and a little brother and sister. She also takes care of a friend's little sister, or niece, or something like that. Another friend of her's was murdered last year, so that's a bit touchy. Anything else?"

I nodded, taking in all the information before groaning and holding my head.

"Katia? Are you alright?" Viola asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, just, a small headache. I've been feeling a little off all week, no biggie."

She smiled back at me as she turned into a park. "Yeah, Ross said something about that. Haven't you been sick for, like, a year or something?"

"Yeah, you get used to it though," I whispered, wincing at the pain behind my eyes again. It was coming back.

The two of us got out the car and I saw someone familiar leaning against the wall of Starbucks.

"Katia, sis! Long time no see!" Betrayal squealed, running over to hug me.

Deciding to go along with it, I hugged her back. "Lily, it's been too long. It's been what? Three years?"

She nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it sucks you were sent to that boarding school, but you know, that's what you get for biting everyone."

I laughed it off, rolling my eyes, though it was painful.

"Uh, Kat? Who is this?" Viola asked.

"Oh, Villy, this is Lily, my twin. Lily, this is my worker, Viola. Lily works as an unofficial informant on the Kira case. She's really helpful."

Viola nodded, Betrayal being on a higher level than her.

Together the three of us walked into the Starbucks, Viola and I sitting and Betrayal standing next to me. We were a little early, so Monica was still not here.

I went up and ordered myself a cappuccino and three cookies, because, well, I missed the cookies.

I turned around to see two people walk in. They looked related, most likely sisters, and were almost identical. One was slightly taller and long-ish blonde hair, just below her shoulders, and the other had short blonde hair, ending about an inch above her shoulders.

I walked back to the booth thing and waited. It turns out that the two blondes were the people we were meeting. Monica and her twin.

"Moni!" Viola cheered when the shorter haired twin sat down. Monica looked familiar, but she was highly likely to take precautions because this was a mafia meeting, in the open, while Kira was growing larger.

"Viola, how many fucking times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? And who are they?" Monica snapped. I could sense that I had met her before, both of the blondes.

Betrayal smirked, so I knew that I had crossed paths with them before. But where?

"Monica, these are two very important people. Lily is standing and she is an informant on the Kira case. Katia Ames, Lily's twin, is leading our Kira investigation, orders all executions, and is basically the big boss."

My headache had become stronger, and I could see the red bleeding through and back into my vision. It was nearly done. I'm nearly me again.

I could feel the itch of my wings, which would now have feathers, against the skin of my back. I could feel my horns wanting to poke out of my head. All I could feel was the changing of my body, and I do not remember it being this painful.

"Katia, seriously, are you alright? We know you're sick, but this seems worse than most days. Are you sure you can do this?" Viola asked. I could hear the worry in her voice. If I got injured on the job, she'd be blamed.

"I'm fine, Villy, really. I'm just going to go to the bathroom," I answered, flashing a reassuring smile.

The four nodded and I left, locking the door and sitting on the probably disgusting floor. The pain was unbearable, my skin stretching to release my wings and horns. I kept myself quiet, not allowing myself to scream and draw attention to myself – that was the last thing I wanted.

My back opened up and my wings unfolded. I was right when I thought it would feel weird with feathers. My wings were no longer black and bat-like, but they were covered by deep cherry red coloured feathers that had silver dying the tips.

My horns popped out next, longer and sharper that the last (and first) time they came out. I think they took some of my brain with it...

I could feel my teeth sharpening, as with my sight, the red still bleeding through into my view.

That was when I screamed. I couldn't feel anything but the pain shooting through my eyes. My wings took up enough space to wrap around me and block out the light. When my eyes felt like they had stopped getting stabbed by those little sandwich swords, I opened my wings and let in the light flow.

The world was red again. I saw my reflection in the mirror.

Believe Birthday...

I pulled my blue cosmetic contacts out of my pocket and put them in (taking about five minutes) then retracted my wings and horns.

I walked out and sat back down at the table, checking the names of the two girls in front of me. The taller one didn't have a name or death date above her head, but the shorter.

Silence Keehl...

That meant the taller was Rain. I smirked. "Well, ladies, I think I'm going to go for a walk. Sorry for leaving so soon. But, Monica, I do have a question for you."

S nodded. "What is it, Miss Ames?"

"Can the beacon still hold hope when the thing she wants to believe becomes silence?

"Contact Viola when you have the answer."

And with that, I walked out the shop, Betrayal behind me.