I decided to write jack's POV in first person. Tell me what you think. Does you enjoy it this way? (Not like that LOL) oh and sorry I took forever in updating. I was extremely busy ==. But remember enjoy, review..enjoy.

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Chapter 7:

"Oh my god! Oliver!" Schuyler cried, hugging him. "I thought you were.. I.. I just.." she said stumbling over her words. "Heh, I could say the same for you Sky," Oliver smiled and pushed Schuyler's bangs out of her face. I stared at the mortal, hoping and trying to keep myself contained. I admit over the past two years, he had become more masculine.

He still wore the white tux from the ball, which had become a little wrinkled, and his hair was slicked back into a short pony tail. Looking like some sort of ladies man. However, now was not the time for me to feel, (I hate to admit this), jealousy. I had to find out where my father was. I turned away from the hugging scene in front of me, and faced Zed who was staring out the car window.

"So Zed, now will you tell me where Charles is?" I just hoped he would be alright like he promised. I, sure as hell, did not need anymore annoying misfortunes. But at the mention of Charles' name, the limo became silent. In the corner of my eye, I could feel Schuyler's and the red-blood's gaze on me. Zed kept staring out the window as we passed through other cars in traffic.

I was becoming impatient with the silence. "Where is he?" I demanded through clenched teeth. Finally, Zed sighed and turned to look at me. I did not like the look he had in those dark purple eyes of his. It was a look of sadness and loss. "Michael was..taken by Lucifer himself..I think. I'm not positive if it was his spirit. I mean there were other silver bloods there..too many to be specific."

Zed turned away from me, and brought his head to his hands. "I was too late. I was supposed to help Michael if anything were to happen. But its just not possible. How the hell can Lucifer be able to.." he trailed off. I was speechless. Hearing these words; nothing came out of my mouth. My mind was just blank. It just wasn't possible. Lucifer being able to come through the gate? Impossible!

"But, how is that even possible?" I asked coming to my senses. "I don't know," Zed said raising his voice a little. "One thing for sure is that Lucifer and the silver bloods have gotten stronger. If he's able to send his spirit through the gates then.." Silence. Then the gates are weakening. I have to say, this has been the most eventful night of my entire life. I sighed exasperated, and ran a hand through my hair.

"Well, do you know what he's planning to do?" Zed looked at me then. He didn't need to answer aloud from the look he was giving me. "Damn," I said. "What do we do now?" spoke up a voice. It belonged to the red-blood.

"We'll have to report this to the conclave," Zed sighed. My eyes automatically shifted to Schuyler. She was shaking a bit, like she was trying to hide the fact that she was shaking. "Schuyler," I called to her.

She turned to look at me, her short hair swaying in unison with her head. "You have to return to New York with us, you can't keep running like this forever. Look at you, you're trembling. You can not complete the transformation without any guidance, it will eventually kill you." I said kind of harsh. I didn't really mean for it to come out that way, but it was true.

And besides, the conclave already has its full share of issues to deal with. "I can't and I won't," Schuyler said turning towards Oliver. Sheesh talk about stubbornness. I was about to protest, but the limo finally came to a stop.

Zed opened the car door. "C'mon, all of you." I got out of the limo to find that we were already at the airport. A plane was waiting for us, with a man dressed in black waving over at us.

Looks like Schuyler was going to New York whether she liked it or not. And by the look of her expression, she did not like it. I tried so hard to suppress my smile, let alone laugh.

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We boarded the private jet, which was strangely small. I decided to sit next to the window farthest from everyone else to catch up on sleep. Hey, even Blue Bloods need to rest. I was about to drift off to sleep when a man in a deep voice spoke my name.

"Hey, Jack." I opened my eyes to see the mortal standing before me. "Mind if I sit down?" Yes, I would mind quite a bit, but whatever. "Go ahead," I said with a wave.

He plopped down on the seat with a sigh and said, "Been a long time huh,"

"Yeah,"

"Listen, um, thanks for saving Sky. I mean, if you weren't there-,"

"Its ok, it was a mission, sort of," I said before he could go any further. I did not want to think of what could have happened to her, if I had not come. If I had not followed."Speaking of Schuyler, where is she?"

"Bathroom," he replied.

I nodded my head and rested against the window panel. The moment was getting a little awkward. "So..how'd the bonding go?" My eyes flew open and I snapped my head around to face this idiot. I could see in his eyes that he was enjoying this..the bastard.

This guy had some nerve. "It never happened," was all I simply said. I turned facing the window. The sun was beginning to rise over the sea, creating pink and blue streaks in the sky. If Schuyler were sitting next to me, I would hum Hymn to the sea, to her.

But unfortunately, she's not. "Now if you don't mind, red-blood, I'd like to catch some sleep." I said dismissing him. I folded arms while trying to get a more comfortable position.

With a groan, the red-blood got up from his seat and crossed over to another one. Serves him right. I chuckled a smirk and finally drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow I'd have to deal with a lot of Blue Blood business.