A/N: Alright, so… this may be a hit or it might just bomb. I'm not really sure how I feel about it yet, and I only have the first two chapters totally done. This is a take on the Psyche, Eros story. A 21st century girl gets teleported back into ancient Greece in the place of Psyche. So these first two chapters have no mythology, the third chapter is when it starts picking up. I need honest reviews, to know if I should continue or not. So review please and thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own the original myth, or the mythical characters within it.
CHAPTER ONE
Patrice Beck
I couldn't believe what they were telling me. I had dreamt of going over seas for years now, it was like my dreams were coming true. What eighteen year old wouldn't want to spend their summer before college in Athens, Greece? All I could do when I heard was hug my sister, Abigail, as tightly as I could.
"You have no idea how awesome this summer is gonna be, all thanks to you, Abbi!" I could feel the wide smile that was lighting up my whole face. Abbi grinned as well. "Don't thank me, thank Damon," Abbi smiled over at her Fiancé. I did just that by giving the Greek man a very big hug. It was always a plus, being the youngest of three. Both of my older sisters were at the marrying age. Rachel, the oldest, had her wedding in Hawaii two summers ago, and now Abbi and Damon were getting married in Greece. I knew it was mostly because Damon had come over here just to be with Abbi, and the man wanted to be back in his homeland for the wedding. I was totally ok with it. I hummed along to here comes the bride as my Aunt Connie pinned up the hem of my bride's maid dress. It was nothing flattering, but I wasn't about to complain. If it meant going to Greece, I would wear this stupid orange bride's maid dress every day we were there.
"Aunt Connie are you almost done?" My voice had taken on a whiny aspect, one that ran in the family. All of the Beck girls were famous for their whine and pouty faces. Or maybe it was just our charm. To say the least, the Becks were a famous family in our small suburb. There was a reason people called our family the 'Beautiful Becks.' I hate to sound immodest but it was true: our family was made up of five very pretty people. Abbi and Rachel both had the prettiest blonde locks, and it was only made better by their gorgeous brown eyes. Each of them tanned perfectly every summer without ever going to a tanning bed, and their hair was perfect whether they had straightened or curled it, or just let it hang naturally that day. I, on the other hand, was the odd one out of the family. I had the looks from my dad's side of the family: curly chocolate brown hair with emerald green eyes. My skin wasn't tan, like my sisters, but I wasn't pale either. I always got compliments where ever I went, and every time someone pointed out how gorgeous they thought I was, I would always blush and mumble thanks. I'm a creature of modesty, what can I say? My sisters were the more proud, arrogant type. They loved every compliment they got, and lived off of the positive comments. I, however, could definitely live without the compliments.
"There, you're done." My aunt Connie stood up from her knelt position and let the dress fall. It was a rather plain dress of an ugly pale orange color. The dress stopped right above my knee and, in greek fashion, had an empire waist. The top was purposefully wrinkled, and it was strapless. Despite the ugly color and how much I disliked it, I had to admit it enhanced my figure slightly. I was a really skinny girl, and I had soft curves, nothing big or voluptuous. The dress also made my legs look very thin and unsightly, and didn't look good at all with my hair or eyes. Ah, well. It was Abbi's wedding, and she wanted all of us to echo the colors of the setting sun. So mine was orange, Rachel's dress was a lilac, and Abbi's best friend Rebecka's dress was a soft rosey pink color. I just happened to get stuck with the ugliest of all the colors.
"Right, thanks aunt Connie. So Abbi, when are we leaving?"
Flash forward three months, and I was ready to have the time of my life. Sure, the flight was long, and boring as hell, but I felt completely satisfied and almost born anew as soon as I stepped foot onto Greek land. I was lucky two have to very wealthy parents who paid for my best friend Sophie to come along on the trip, so that I wouldn't be too bored while I was here. As if I could be bored in Greece, but that wasn't important. I was more than happy to have my best friend with me on this epic adventure. As we departed the plane, I couldn't help but let out a squeal of delight and throw my arms around Abbi, who had been seated right beside Sophie and me the whole flight here. Abbi was afraid of heights and airplanes, and she didn't look so good. But that didn't stop me from hugging her in delight. Abbi groaned slightly and wrinkled her nose as she grabbed Damon's arm. I turned back to Sophie and smiled widely in delight. "Time to go have fun," I couldn't help but grin wider as we headed over towards Rachel and her husband Paul. The game plan was that mom, dad, Damon and Abbi were going to head back to the hotel and straighten out some last minute wedding plans, as well as start greeting family members. Me, Sophie, Paul and Rachel were going to spend the day sight seeing. I was beyond excited, and I could tell Sophie was excited as well.
As soon as we had said our good byes, I hopped outside and immediately waved down a taxi. The man looked at Sophie and me in the rear-view mirror as we slid into the back seat of the cab, followed by Rachel. Paul scooted into the passenger's seat and buckled up. "Where to?" The man asked, his eyes still stuck on me. Paul cleared his throat, distracting the man.
"How about the acropolis first?" He asked the girls in the back seat. We all nodded hurriedly, because I was pretty sure the other two were just as excited as I was. I was ready to see some Greek sights, go to some museums, you know, what most tourists did when they came to Greece.
The cab ride didn't take too long, and as soon as we arrived at our destination, I was the first one out of the cab car. I hurriedly smoothed out the skirt of my floral patterned sundress and smiled widely as I bounced on the balls of my feet, urging my family and friend out of the car faster. "I can't wait much longer!" I gasped, feigning feeling feint by putting the back of my hand to my forehead as I slung by purse over my other shoulder. They laughed at my ridiculousness as well all entered the museum, I faster than the others. It was a free museum, and I swiftly entered the first hall, looking around at the different paintings and sculptures in fascination. There was one painting, in particular, that drew me towards it. It was entitled Cupid and Psyche, and I couldn't help but arch my eyebrows as I looked into the picture. A winged man embraced a young woman. The odd part was that the girl looking back at me resembled me almost dead on. The only difference was the darker hue or her skin and the Greek attire that adorned her lightly curved body. I started slightly as Sophie bounced up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders.
"Wow… she looks a lot like you, Patrice…" I nodded, tilting my head. "Weird…" She stated as she moved on to the next piece. I turned to look at it as well, feeling slightly dizzy. I wasn't sure what it was… maybe the flight catching up with me, maybe the heat in the building. It was air conditioned, but I still felt rather hot.
"Is it hot in here?" I asked Sophie as I came up behind her. It was then, as I was walking over inspecting this statue, that I tripped and fell. I caught my hand on the arm of the statue, and looked up just in time to see a youthful marble face looking at me. The arm I'd latched on to was pointed out holding a bow, and what looked like feathered wings spread out around the young man's head. It was then that my vision faded, and the last thing I was aware of was my body hitting the cool marble floor.