Chapter One:

Sienna's POV

I breathed in the salty sea air as I walked along the Long Island boardwalk. The sun was just setting, casting a warm glow over every thing. I scanned my eyes over the crowd of people even though I had no idea who I was looking for. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long. About ten minutes later a man in a charcoal gray buisness suit came up to me and leaned nochalantly against the railing. I knew he was my guy. He had dark black hair with hint of gray starting to show at his temples. His whole presence radiated power.

"Hello Mr. Reeves." I said.

"Hello Miss Bishop." He said with a thick french accent "Do you have it?"

I fished a silver flash drive out of my pocket and handed it to him.

"I must say, I am quite impressed with your age. How old are you, seventeen?"

"Sixteen actually." I said with a trace of pride in my voice.

"Yes, well I'm sure that I will find every thing quite satisfactory. If not..." He let the threat hang in the air.

"The paintings are all in prime condition. You will find their location on the flash drive and then I shall recieve my pay." I said firmly.

Alfonse Reeves smiled blandly back at me. "I like your spunk Miss Bishop I wish that I could have the pleasure of working with you again. Unfortuntley I have the orders to bring you back with me."

"How charming." I said through my teeth, silently cursing myself. Of course, I thought, this is what happens when you get sloppy. "But I'm afraid I can't let you kidnap me without putting up a fight, nothing personal It's just my nature."

"Of course my girl, I would expect nothing less from a Bishop. But alas I brought back up." And as I looked out of the corner of my eye I could see two men making their way towards us.

I let out a sigh."Very well." And I did what a pavement artist such as myself does best. I ran. I ran the whole length of the boardwalk and a parking lot or two until I snuck a look behind me. Cronie one and Cronie two where gaining. I don't know where it came from but suddenly I was in a forest. Weird, I know.

My dad taught me that when your being chased one of the best places to go is the forest. Now if your a normal person running away from a potential kidnapper then this will not apply to you. But I was a Bishop. I darted around tree's and lept over streams until I got to the edge of a strawberry field.

I almost made it.

I heard the shot before I felt the pain. It was the second time I had gotten gunned down but that didn't ease the pain at all.

"You shot me." I said matter of factly to Cronie one. He had gotten me right in the shoulder. I let out a curse or twelve and raised the .40 calliber that had somehow found it's way into my jacket pocket.

I didn't like shooting people but sometimes it just had to be done. I fired. It passed right through him. He laughed as the shock registered on my face, his fangs glistening. Wait, what?

"W-what are you?" His face flickered for a second and he had the twisted face of a monster, and then it went back to normal.

"Watch out Half-Blood, you shall soon be betrayed." And with flash he was gone.

I convinced myself that I had just been a hallucanation from my lack of blood and made my through the starwberry field. While I was walking I fastened a bandage from a strip of a fabric I had torn of the bottom of my shirt. I had to replace it twice because of so much blood. I was seriously begining to worry.

With gun in hand I made my way to an old blue and white farm house that was sitting on the other edge of the field. Surrounding the house was a sword fighting arena, a tennis court and an archery ring and a forge all swarming with kids ranging from eight to eighteen.

It looked to be about the worlds strangest summer camp.

Feeling alarmingly light headed beacause of my wound I stumbled to the back of the house where nobody could see me.

I sunk down onto the grass and rested my forehead between my knee's until the feeling passed.

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming my way. I had to get out of here and fast. To late. A boy of about sixteen carrying a bow and arrow came right up to me. He froze when he saw me and then but his hands up over his head.

"Don't shoot!" He yelled backing up.

"Shut up!" I said stepping closer to him. He winced and I realizied that I had just stepped out into the view of everyone.

They all looked to the gun pointing to the guys head to the lovely wound on my shoulder where blood was now running down my arm and then back to the gun.

Ugh. I was feeling all woozy again. I leaned over and hurled on the guys shoes (Not on purpose by the way) and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Don't move" I said, then hurled again. "Sorry abou that. Uh... how about you just give me a first aid kit and I won't shoot you?"

I stumbled, dropping my gun in the process.

"Lovely, just lovely." I mumbled, fumbling for it. I clutched my shoulder. Why is it so bright out? I remember myself thinking.

Then darkness.

Annabeth's POV

I was at the archery ring with Will Solace, he had run out of arrows and was going to get some more. Suddenly I heard him shout.

"Don't shoot!" I looked up and saw him with his hands over his head.

At first I couldn't see anything but a few seconds later a figure stepped out of the shadows, pressing a gun to Will's chest.

It was a girl. She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen with curly black hair and vibrant red streaks. Her shirt was torn and a bloody bandage was wrapped around her upper arm. The look on her face was absolutely terrifying.

"Shut up!" She said wincing. Everyone was frozen in shock. I don't think anything like this had ever happened camp.

The girl pressed her hand to her head and then leaned over and, well, to put it politely tossed her cookies right at Will's feet.

I was starting to feel really light headed.

The last thing I saw was the girl starting to fall and the sun getting super bright.

Then darkness