*Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters (except Heather) or Camp Half Blood, Chiron etc they're all Rick Riordan's....but you never know ;)*

The loud beeping of my alarm clock cut through my sleep fuddled brain like a knife, groaning I rolled over to check it. The green numbers stared back at me, 7:15 September 4th. I blinked rapidly, seriously hoping I was hallucinating, as luck would have it, I was not. It was the first day of school and I was late already.

I rolled out of bed and jumped in the shower, forgetting about the need to hurry, I stood under the spray of hot water for a while trying to fully wake myself up. Not that it did any good. Finally I dragged myself out of the shower and grabbed the first clothes that came to hand and barreled down the stairs. I rushed into the kitchen, grabbed my school bag and a granola bar.

"Mom! I'm off to school!" I yelled up the stairs, then dashed out of the door to meet Grover at the bus stop. Grover was a weird kid I'd met over the summer. He was 15 like me, but he already had a wispy beard on his chin which he tended to tug when he was anxious. In his case a lot. He always insisted on wearing a big floppy rasta cap as well, but for all his kookyness, he was a good guy and was fast becoming one of my best friends.

As I jogged up my street towards the bus stop I could see Grover standing next to it and waving. I lifted my arm to wave back but suddenly something hit my back with such force, it knocked me flying and I landed hard on the concrete path. Gasping for breathe I rolled over to yell at whoever had run into me, and my jaw dropped. Standing over me was the biggest fox I'd ever seen. It was as big as a small pony with razor sharp fangs which at the moment were bared in a snarl as it prepared to attack me again. My brain went into shock, where on earth had this thing come from? I knew at this point the rational reaction of most people would have been to scream and run, but I was so shocked I just lay there and gaped at the huge thing as it stalked towards me.

"Heather catch!" Grover yelled from behind me, jolting me from my paralyzed state. I looked around in time to see a bronze knife about as long as my forearm clatter down next to me on the pavement. Grover ran a few paces forward towards me and the fox, and then took out a strange set of what looked like reed pipes for his pocket and began playing what sounded suspiciously like Love Machine by Girls Aloud. I stared at Grover in disbelief until a menacing growl reminded me that there was still a giant fox to deal with.

I picked up the knife Grover had thrown me gingerly, no being of the violent persuasion I hadn't used a knife much before except for chopping up vegetables. Some how I didn't think that was going to help me much right now. I turned to face the fox, knife in hand. It stood a few feet away from me, still growling low in its throat. Its ears were pricked towards Grover's frantic pipe playing however and that seemed to distract it somewhat from me. Seizing upon this tiny advantage, I closed the gap between it and me and slashed wildly at it with my knife, somehow managing to open a shallow gash across its chest. Unfortunately, this snapped it out of its Girls Aloud induced daze, it howled with pain and swiped at me with its front paw. Immediately I ducked, luckily enough to stop the thing beheading me but it still managed to take a chunk out of my head.

Somewhere in all the fox-related chaos Grover had stopped playing and was yelling something at me, it shook a second for me to understand what it was through the throbbing pain in my head

"Its a Teumessian Fox! Just above the right foreleg!! Thats its weak spot!"

Whilst I'd been trying to listen to Grover though, the fox had decided enough was enough, I focused back on it just in time to see it hurtling through the air towards me. It caught both of my shoulders with its powerful front legs and knocked me back into the solid concrete, again. I let my instincts take over, I shimmied out from under it paws rolled forward and stabbed the stupid thing right where grover had said to. Or should I say I tried to stab it. The knife just bounced off its rock solid skin.

"Maybe it was the top of the left leg!" Grover yelled apologetically.

I groaned.

Meanwhile the fox had realized where I was and had its head between its legs snapping frantically, I dodged its gaping jaws, gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands and tried stabbing it again, this time the knife parted the skin like melted butter and blood spurted out all over me.

The fox gave an ear splitting shriek, collapsed sideways and crumbled into ash.

I stood panting and covered in blood staring at the heap of ash in suprise, then I turned to Grover.

"What the hell just happened?!"

A/N Sooo what do you think? Worth continuing? I have plenty of fluff and Percabeth planned ;) Reviews would be awesome!

- HLightwood2711