Ringo jumped when he heard slow clapping. George felt a rush of annoyance at whoever interrupted them. He turned, about to open his mouth. He faltered.

"B-Brian?" He spluttered, eyes wide. He narrowed his eyes at a familiar woman with wild, black hair. "Yoko."

The Japanese woman grinned. But it didn't reach her eyes. Her eyes were beady, dangerous, and furious.

"The one and only." She grinned at him like a cat.

Ringo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Who is are they, Georgie?" He asked in a low voice, eyes trained on the pair who was balancing perfectly on the ledge of the Colliseum wall.

"Yoko Ono." She purred, smirking. "At your service."

"Brian Epstein, ninth member of the council," He said, fixing his tie. George narrowed his eyes at him. "And I think it's safe to say.... " His eyes turned crimson red. He bared his fangs. "That you're fucked, Mr. Harrison."