Happy Valentine's Day! This is the final part of this "series". You guys voted and so this is his POV when he meets Schuyler again. I felt it was needed to really end it and explain what really happened in the last chapter and how they got to Paris. It is a little long but I really didn't want to chop it up into separate chapters.

Also, I had to leave some things out so it wouldn't be too long. Sorry.

Dedicated to Anne Knight, vampluver19, and krym, who have reviewed many times and wanted this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.

Mission Impossible (Part 4)

Paris, The City of Love?

Jack POV

Recap:

The silver bloods were after someone. An innocent soul.

My heart had started to quicken.

But Gabrielle was mentioned. A daughter of the light?

No. It couldn't be.

I walked on the Pont Neuf, along the River Seine.

Paris.

The city was beautiful at night. And – of course - during the day

Tomorrow night was the Ball de Vampire, the last hoorah of the European Conclave at the Hotel Lambert.

And Leviathan was here.

Yes, we had finally caught up with him.

(Flashback)

"Where do you think he'd go next Charles?" I asked.

"Well, obviously he's trying to find someone who knows about the Gates. Someone he could trust, who was an ally in the past." He mused.

I thought about this. "Someone in Rome, then?"

"Most likely" He nodded.

I had memory flashes.

Someone walking with Caligula – Lucifer

The same woman, place her hand over his on the table.

The woman running to help and defend him during the war

"Drusilla" I said, realizing how blind we had been.

Charles' eyes widened slightly. But then they hardened with grim realization.

He nodded. "That makes sense. She and her brother had been incredibly close in Rome. She never forgave me for what I did. It makes sense that Leviathan would go after her."

"So who is she in this life?" I asked, curious.

He smiled slightly. "Countess Isabelle de Orleans." He said, almost mockingly.

"She will be in Paris." He answered by unspoken question. He smirked. "For the ball"

And he was right. I thought to myself. Of course he was.

But something didn't add up. Why would he go after the Countess if she had such a strong relationship with Gaius? And she wouldn't help him on his quest. That he was sure of.

We stayed in the Grand Hotel, across the street from the Hotel Lambert. All the rooms in the Lambert were booked. And it was probably for the best anyway.

I strolled through the streets. There was no need to hurry.

I walked into the hotel, saying hello to the doorman, acting perfectly at home.

I always had in this city.

I came here often as a child. We used to stay in the guest wing at the Hotel Lambert. I remember playing in the rose gardens.

I unlocked the door and slipped into the hotel room.

As usual, Charles was sitting at the desk pouring over details about the Conclave I'd rather not be a part of. I went to my usual place out on the balcony overlooking the street and the river.

It was a good place to think. To get lost in your thoughts

Sometimes I wish I could just stay there.

The noise of the ball was overwhelming.

People were everywhere. All of them dressed more extravagantly than the last.

I avoided the performers juggling fire and the elephant trudging through the room. It was madness.

It was ironic that under normal circumstances our Venator uniforms helped us blend in, but in this crowd they made us stand apart from the sparkling and colorful costumes.

And of course now was the time we needed to blend the most.

The irony really is incredible.

A trumpet sounded and I looked up to see the Countess entering the ballroom, holding the chain of a tiger.

She was still beautiful. And intimidating of course.

I looked around the room for any sign of Leviathan.

And then I saw a girl with dark wavy hair and a sari cross the room.

I don't know why I noticed her. There was nothing about her that set her apart from the rest of the ball. I didn't even see her face.

But something caught my eye.

She seemed so familiar. Who was she?

I watched her speak to the Baron at the other end of the ballroom.

She turned to the man next to her.

Schuyler.

My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest, it was pounding so hard.

I tried to control my haywire emotions.

Leviathan was here for her. I thought to myself.

He has to be. It has to do with the prophecy.

She slipped inside the courtyard. I had to go after her. She will be cornered in there.

I remembered there being another entrance to the courtyard from the other side.

I glided through the crowd unnoticed and found myself at the door.

I pushed it open. The wood creaked and groaned, announcing my entrance.

"Baron de Coubertin?" A heartbreakingly familiar voice asked.

"Try again." I said, coming out from behind the pillar.

She froze at my words. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Then her face changed. I saw her expression harden and her eyes betrayed how angry and torn she was.

I wanted so badly to tell her that everything was okay. That she was going to be safe.

But I couldn't.

Not now. Not under these circumstances.

I stalked forward, furious at myself for letting my emotions control me.

She wasn't mine to love. I told myself over and over.

She looked so beautiful in her dress. The colors brought out the deep blue in her eyes.

"Jack" She breathed in surprise.

It pained me to hear my name coming from her lips.

"What are you doing here?" She said accusingly, all vulnerability gone.

"I'm here for you." I said, trying to keep my face cold and neutral.

She backed away from me, into the other door. But she didn't try to open it.

So, she knew it was locked.

I saw her eyes flicker toward the ceiling. She braced herself for the impact of the incantation she was about to perform.

"You will destroy this room if you attempt it." I said warningly, knowing what she was going to do.

"What do I care?" She snapped.

My mind was racing, thinking of something to keep her here. With me

"I think you do." I said calmly. "I think you love the Hotel Lambert just as much as I do. You are not the only one who used to play in its gardens."

I saw the flicker of surprise and realization in her eyes.

"I will do it if it is the only way." She smirked. "Watch me."

I took a large step forward. "I'm not your enemy Schuyler. No matter what you think. You're wrong. That way is lost. There is a protection that you don't feel, one Lawrence didn't teach you about. You will shatter against the glass. And I will not have any harm come to you." I said.

I took a deep breath. My last statement may have been the most truthful thing I had said in a long time.

Well, since she left New York.

"No?" She said, raising one eyebrow. Her expression was challenging me. Daring me to stop her.

She smirked.

"You don't have a choice." I was getting frustrated with this conversation.

I saw the defiance in her eyes.

I held out my hand, throwing caution to the wind. "Come with me, Schuyler, please." I near begged.

I was lost. I didn't know what was going on anymore or who to trust, but I knew that I wanted her safe. And with me.

She stared levelly at me.

"No." And then before I could blink she was running. She ran up the wall, so fast she was only a blur.

And then she burst through the glass, sending shards flying and raining down on me.

My face had to be a look of shock and pride because she looked down at me and smirked.

I heard her voice in my mind.

"I'm sorry Jack. But I can't go back there." She sent.

"Never."

And with that I felt my heart break all over again.

Without a moments of hesitation I followed her into the party.

I concentrated on the girl in front of me, careful not to lose her in the crowd.

"Schuyler!" I sent.

I could feel her aggravation at my words. Why?

"I can outrun you, Jack Force. Just try; you'll never catch me." She sent.

I took it as a challenge.

I let a grim smile cross my face.

"I can and I will." I sent back.

But she was so fast!

She ran down the stairwell that led to the dungeon. I slipped in after her and shut off the lights, hoping to slow her down.

I could still hear her light footsteps.

"Fine, but like you, Jack, I can see in the dark." She sent, irritated that I had underestimated her.

I heard her calling for Oliver in her mind. Jealousy made me more determined, quickening my pace.

I had her cornered in the lower dungeon. She was trembling and wobbling.

She stumbled right into my open arms. I held her close.

"I told you, Schuyler, you're not the only one who knows the secrets of the Hotel Lambert."

"There is nothing to fear. Please don't run from me again." I whispered tenderly in her ear.

I could feel her trembling now. She sunk into my arms, unable to hold herself up. But suddenly they stopped.

"Let me go!" She gasped. "You're hurting me!"

I immediately loosened my grip out of horror that I brought her pain. But I still held her close.

Out of selfishness or out of duty I wasn't sure.

"I'm sorry." I said. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I looked at her, searching for any source of the pain she was feeling.

"You're trembling." I said.

She shook her head, her eyes were screwed shut.

"It's just this thing… I get shaky sometimes… really it's nothing." She choked out.

But she seemed to gain strength. She looked me in the eye.

"Anyway, I'm not going back. I'm not going back to New York." She explained.

A huge wave of relief flooded through me. She didn't want to go back and that's why she was running. Not because of me.

"That's why you've been running?" I asked gently "Because you though I was taking you back to New York? That's not why I'm here at all."

She looked confused. "Then why?" She asked, voice accusing.

"The silver bloods are everywhere, Schuyler. Cant you feel them? They're hunger?" I asked.

I had backed her into the corner now, her back was against the wall.

A look of realization passed over her beautiful features.

I felt her weaken. "But why? Why are they after me?" The year of being on the run must have caught up with her. She was done with running.

I tried to explain to her the best I could. Going over our history, our legacy.

"But how do you know Leviathan is tracking me?" She asked once I had finished my tale.

"Because I have been tracking Leviathan." I said. "My father and I have been tracking him for months."

I could tell the news brought some sense of relief to her.

"He sent me here to find you while he took care of Leviathan himself."

"So you believe me? You don't believe that I killed Lawrence like the Conclave thinks?" She asked, her voice vulnerable.

I looked down, suddenly shy. "I have always believed in you, Schuyler."

I just hoped that was enough.

I brought her to the abandoned metro station. I pulled her hand as we sank below ground.

"Lutetia" I said for an explanation.

She immediately knew what I was talking about. I had to be impressed by her knowledge of our history.

"Where are we?" She asked after a while of running through the maze of tunnels.

"Under the Eiffel Tower. It is the center of the old city and the beginning of the new." I sent, trying to concentrate on the paths.

"All roads lead to Rome." She mumbled.

I smiled at the truth in her words. "Something like that."

I grabbed a torch from the wall and led her through the maze.

Suddenly, a dark figure burst from the other end of the tunnel. I felt Schuyler tense as she saw who it was.

"Father!" I called.

I bristled at the look he gave Sky. He cares about her more than he lets on.

"We must get to the intersection." He commanded more than stated.

I nodded, determined.

He walked ahead of us. I heard his footsteps, quick through the tunnels.

Suddenly there was someone in front of us. Obviously not on our side.

I lunged for it, transforming to my true form.

I felt the dark power consume me, the horns sprout from my forehead, the dark wings from my back and the blade in my hand elongate.

It pinned me to the wall, but I fought back. I turned to see Sky run from the room.

Good. I thought to myself.

I needed to get back to her. She was in danger as long as she was anywhere near the ball.

I brought my blade down on the creature's neck, finishing him.

I transformed back to my human form and looked for Schuyler.

I found her in another passageway, holding the torch I had dropped.

"We need to get out of here." I said to her.

She looked up relieved. The look in her eyes brought hope, that maybe she still cared about me. She was concerned for me.

But her eyes hardened to wariness. She backed against the wall.

"Stay away." She snarled.

The shock at her change showed on my face.

"Schuyler, it's me." I said, angrily. "We don't have time for this! My father can only hole them off for so long!"

"Prove you are who you say." She challenged.

She absolutely infuriated me, but at the same time captivated me. It had been a year and it made no difference.

"You really want to me prove who I am?" I growled.

"Yes!"

I grabbed her and pressed my lips to hers. I conveyed every dream I had of her, every time I thought of her, how I felt when she left, the pain of losing her. I gave her everything I had, trying to convince her to come with me.

She gripped my shoulders. I never wanted to let go, but she was in danger here. In the back of my mind I could feel the Silver Bloods getting closer. I tried to remind myself that she wasn't mine. She proved that before. I needed to let go.

My mind finally won, and I stepped back. Our breathing was ragged and a look of surprise and vulnerability was in her eyes.

"Do you believe me now?" I said, my voice low.

She nodded wordlessly. I moved to leave the room, about to grab her hand when I heard her voice.

"The bonding?" She said softly, disbelieving.

It didn't happen. I am not bonded to my twin. I sent to her.

I held her gaze for a long moment. At that point I knew that we felt the same thing, the same way.

I looked behind us, breaking the contact, at the rubble that used to be the stairs.

I frowned. "We need to get to the intersection. If we get past it they cannot follow us."

My hand slipped around her waist, holding her close. It felt right.

I took out the equipment from my bag. I attached the hook to the chord and tightened my grip on her.

I turned to her. "Hold on, and don't look down." I said. She held on to my waist.

And then we were flying. And so was my heart.

Done!

I'm sorry if the second half wasn't exactly what happened in the book but my friend borrowed it halfway through writing this.

For the next chapter you guys can vote:

-Jordan's imprisonment in Rio

-Oliver and JAck's meeting in VAL/his thoughts

-Bliss's life in Texas

-Bliss and Schuyler go into town

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Windy

PS: I just thought I'd say this. Has anyone seen the play Aida? Cuz right now I'm kinda obsessed with it along with the book The Red Necklace by Sally Gardner.

Look them up!