Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.
December, 1874. Christmas Eve. The large, elegant ballroom was dotted with women in large dresses of the most beautiful colors. Men in nice suits of pitch blacks and light grays danced with these women in the most graceful of ways. Other guests stood off to the side, gossiping on the daily topics. Women who showed off their ankles and love interests of that particular month. Men did nothing but brag on how marvelous their lives were.
Of these women was the elegant (yet rebellious, as she was the only one in a black dress.) was the mysterious woman nobody ever heard speak. Nobody ever even knew her name. Even with the big mystery as to who she was, she attended every social event held in their little town. Nobody spoke to her because they all knew they'd never get a response out of her.
Well, nobody except him ever got to hear her most enchanting of voices.
Nico di Angelo stood by the railing of the ship, watching the water rush by while staying incredibly calm, like an ocean of tears flooding the face of the Earth. He sighed as he glanced over at his time keeper given to him many years ago. It was only 11:45. He still had fifteen minutes before she arrived.
He would often spend the few moments he had thinking about her and things he could talk about with her during their nightly meetings. He thought of her beautiful heat shaped face, her skin flawless. He thought of her beautiful black hair, long and with a single cobalt ribbon wrapped loosely into her crown braid then into her large braid, cascading down her shoulders. More so, he thought of the way these features would compliment her eyes. Her most deep blue eyes startled anyone who would look into them. The way she would do her makeup would make them look as if there were a dam that had exploded behind her eyes.
His Midnight Mistress was absolutely perfect, at least in his eyes.
The quiet sound of the shutting swiftly was not enough to jar him from his thoughts. But the sweet and soft voice beside him was plenty.
"Waiting for me? Not a complete surprise. Although waiting an hour is a bit longer than normal," she whispered lightly in his ear. He closed his eyes, allowing the sweet temptation of her voice to reverberate in his mind. After a moment or so, he speaks,
"You in a black dress? Not a complete shock, but letting it drop just past your knees is a bit rebellious, even for you."
True to his words, her dress was scandalously high. This is how he knew that she lived alone or at least without parents. Nobody in their right mind would let a female go out in public in a dress that revealing. She just smirked and whispered little sweet nothings, barely loud enough for him to hear. She simultaneously kissed just below his ear, making him shiver gently.
Then, she planted a smile upon his gentle surprised lips.
Before he could even respond, she had pulled away and was leaning against him. She was only tempting him with her gracious ways. Nico can barely think before the words tumble out of his mouth and he's speaking so fast, he stutters slightly.
"What's your name?"
She seems to find pleasure in the way he speaks. She knows everything she does to him. Yet, she never wants to stop torturing him with her mild flirtatious kisses and her coquettish touches.
"Is that something you really must know?"
"Yes. If you want me to keep coming back, then yes. I do need to know."
She leaned toward his ear and whispered in the most seductive voice he had ever heard...
Nico woke up, frustrated with himself for not staying asleep just a moment longer. He also woke up a tad bit frightened. He slurred a sentence in sleep before preparing to go see his Midnight Mistress.
"Dad is not going to like this."
Well guys it isn't much but just review. No let's make this a contest. Whomever can tell me who the Midnight Mistress is first, wins. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Time's ticking.