This is Jack's POV of his Venator Mission. It will be more than 1 part (3 maybe 4 if I write his POV when he meets Schuyler again). Enjoy!

Breakeven by The Script

What am I supposed to do

when the best part of me was always you?

And what am I supposed to say

When I'm all choked up and you're okay?

I'm falling to pieces.

Mission Impossible (Part 1)

Jack's POV

Pain

Betrayal

Heartache

All of those words described how I was feeling.

How long has it been? A month? A year?

The pain hasn't lessened, but the anger has.

At first I was furious.

Furious that she left.

Furious that I couldn't stop her.

Furious at Mimi and the Conclave for causing it.

But I couldn't stay angry. As much as I wanted and tried to hate her, I couldn't.

The scene in the Perry Street apartment haunted my thoughts and dreams.

Which brings me here. I'm with my "father" in Rome, tailing Leviathan. We've been three steps behind him this whole time.

(Flashback)

I left the apartment. I promised myself to never return again. Too many memories. In a strange way I wanted to keep those happy memories there, not to taint them with my pain now.

I walked into my father's study. He had called me earlier.

I pushed open the door. He stood behind his desk, looking frustrated and somewhat desperate.

"Abbadon-" My true name startled me. "We must leave, the Conclave will do nothing. Leviathan is loose and is tracking down the Gatekeepers."

"And what do you plan on doing?" I asked calmly.

"You and I must track him down before he can find the Paths of the Dead."

"Where is he now?"

"Last I know, he was in Italy." He said.

I nodded. The temptation of getting out of New York and away from the Conclave was great. My mind was reeling.

I looked up to see Charles staring intensely at me, studying my face. "Will you come?"

I let a grim, cold smile to pass across my face.

"I will"

(End Flashback)

I looked up from my seat in Piazza del Popolo. I was sitting at corner café overlooking the square. The last trace had been here in Rome.

It seemed like a dead end. I sighed.

"Un' altro, per favore." I said to the waiter.

He set down the cup of coffee. He was carrying the newspaper under his arm. My eyes grew wide as I saw the headline.

"Posso vedere?" I asked.

He nodded and handed it to me.

Another death. Apparently complete consumption. The Red Bloods were summing it up to disease and blood loss during a mugging. She must have known something about the gates.

I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate over the buzzing of the Piazza.

Leviathan is still here, I thought.

Or at least he was last night.

I quickly paid for my coffee and walked back to our hotel.

Charles was on the phone when I walked in. He didn't look pleased.

"Did you hear about this?" I asked him, tossing him the paper.

He nodded sagely, not even looking at the print.

"I was just on the phone with a source at the station. It happened late last night so, he couldn't have gotten far."

"Are you sure you didn't find anything the other night? When you were in the glom?"

"I'll check again."

He nodded.

Suddenly the floor seemed to pull out from under me. I concentrated on a single person's thoughts.

I was running through thoughts and dreams, not seeing anything of importance.

But then I stopped. One memory had been tampered with. I saw a dark figure disappearing down the street. He was almost impossible to see, he blended in with the night. And then he disappeared down into the earth.

I slipped out of the witness's memories and ran back to the hotel.

"We have our lead."

The Catacombs! Of course! How could we not have thought of that sooner. That's how he traveled without being seen.

Silver Bloods had always been attracted to chaos and death.

I let out a hard, humorless laugh. The City of the Dead. How fitting.

We were standing in the Coliseum. It was after dark and it was eerily silent. The streets were -for once- quiet and I could hear my own heartbeat.

I pushed aside a large stone wall revealing a staircase. I brought a light with me. I heard Charles follow me down the steps. The flames cast dancing shadows on the walls.

This was definitely not in the tour guides. I stepped and felt something crack sickeningly under my foot. I didn't stop t see what it was.

"He was here" Charles said.

I nodded, I could feel it too. The smell of death wasn't only coming from the bones under our feet.

It seemed hours that we walked through the maze of tunnels. We marked our way with ash from the torch. One could get lost in these tunnels and never come back.

We saw a crack of light in the tunnel. I saw a crudely made ladder. I looked at the rope. It was shiny and smooth, it had to have been made recently.

"He's not too far ahead of us." I told Charles.

He nodded, showing no emotion.

We quickly climbed up, reaching the surface.

We were on the outskirts of Rome, near the Appian Way.

Charles looked sharply at something behind me.

He strode over to the rock and picked up, what appeared to be a charm.

It was an ankh.

"What is it?" I asked, impatient.

"I guess the Silver Bloods want to play games."

I was going to end it as soon as Jack found out about the witness's dream but I decided to be nice. ;)

In case you didn't see the not earlier, there will be at least two more parts. And it you guys want I could write Jack's POV of when he meets Sky in Paris.

Sorry about the cliffhanger but hey if I had stopped it earlier it would have been an even bigger one! Can anyone guess where they're going?

Whoever guesses right will get an excerpt from the next part.

Windy