The Halloween party had been one of Tristan's only chance at relaxing. Yes, there was a meeting behind it all, but seing Seraphina in a Cinderella outfit was suppose to also be a relaxant, although she was quite large due to the belly she had acquired with her pregnancy, a good 55 pounds so far as she neared her final month. However, things had not gone their way.

Even though they both looked fabulous, dressed in their rather expensive costumes, and had enjoyed the snacks and festive decorations for the last halloween, things had gone horribly wrong in one split second as they were dancing on the floor. There was a sudden brush of wind, and Seraphina had turned slowly to look around as chills ran up and down her body.

She shook lightly, but before Tristan's hands could warm her body, a male, hooded, form appeared behind her with a knife to her throat. She gasped terrifyingly, and rose her hands to the arm that held her still. Her fingers pulled at him, while he tossed a small notecard in Tristan's direction. He was unable to his ability for the sake of Seraphina. What if the hooded figure's hand slipped, and the knife cut her? What if they fell and harmed the child inside her belly?

"Be there, or you won't ever see her again." he said to him, then pointed thek knife in his direction.

As both seemed to blink away, or blur would be more appropriate, the knife fell to the floor and Tristan was left with his small notecard in his hand. On the small rectangular piece of paper were simple instructions to follow.

"London. 8 pm. November 21rst. Train Station."

Just below all these instructions was a signature. "Evie Elms" scribbled at the bottom. Everyone in the The Black Circle was all too aware of the troubles she was causing. She had been recruiting innocents into her covent, which was actually her estate. She had strong abilities, and she trained, which only made matters worse for them, and better for her trainees that she was also helping to manipulate their own abilities and powers. There was another fight well on its way, but for now, they remained back. It seems that this time, however, that Evie was trying to bring the fight to them. To him.

By morning, the news had travelled to Demetri's office about the incident. However, it was not his responsibility. His branch, yes, but not responsibility. It was up to New York to decide what would happen next, or, if Tristan was hot headed enough to search for her ; to decide if she was worth it or not to make the meeting.