An original character used on the RP site, Prophecies: A Percy Jackson Roleplay. He currently resides at Camp two years after the Battle of Manhattan and is 25 years old. These short excerpts are looks back on his past.

Azrael Everett: age 18, son of Thanatos ((played by; Jensen Ackles –young jensen))

Katrina Pucket: age 16, daughter of Aphrodite ((played by; Hayden Panettiere))

Part One: Kisses Can Be Deadly

"We're lost." Katrina said in a sing-song voice. I glanced over my shoulder at her and rolled my eyes. If I had to hear her complain one more minute I was going to strangle the girl. Three days with Katrina Pucket were the most agonizing days of my life. It made me realize why I preferred to be alone. People, mostly demi-gods, were annoying and needy.

"We're not lost!" I snapped back. Yeah we were.

I had no idea where I had shadow traveled us to. All I knew was that I had to get us away from the monsters back there on the streets. To be honest I wasn't sure we were in the same city anymore.

I heard her sigh and without having to look I was willing to bet she tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. My hands clenched into fists.

"Then where are we?"

My lips stretched tightly across my teeth. I said, "We're in an alley can't you see that? Now shut up or I'll leave your ass here to become dinner for the Hellhound!"

Her lips smacked. My head jerked in her direction a look of pure hatred etched my face. "No need to be so snappy Azzie."

The nickname was the last straw. I turned around fully and marched over to her only standing a few inches away from her face. I bore down on her but she looked unafraid of me. Her short 5' nothing figure stood it's ground. She was slender with long golden hair and blue eyes that had initially caught my attention. But this daughter of Aphrodite was going to be a dead demi-god if she didn't close her perfectly plump and glossed lips.

"Listen here cupcake, I told you to kill it with the nickname. It's Azrael, or Jake if that is too much of a mouthful for your tiny brain to handle."

Katrina's eyes glared into my own. I blinked caught off guard by the nature of her anger, she looked damn good when she was upset. Her hands slid onto her hips and she stared up at me. The eye show down lasted for a minute before she sucked in a breath and stood on her tiptoes to get as close to my face as possible.

"Do it. Touch me, I dare you." She challenged me.

Katrina knew what my power was; I had no choice but to tell her when we first met. It was safer that way for her to know. My fingers twitched. The offer was very tempting in that moment. Even if I touched her just to make her pass out. That way I wouldn't have to listen to her constant bitching.

I replied, "Keep running your mouth and I just might."

She got back on the flats of her feet and huffed folding her arms like a two year old. Katrina was only two years younger than myself, 16 and she acted like a toddler. I couldn't wait to get her to that Camp Half-Blood place just to get her out of my hair. I playing the part of a satyr and I didn't like it. It wasn't the first time I had helped a demi-god in need. But it was the first time I helped a Daughter of Aphrodite and I hoped it would be my last. Katrina was too high maintenance for my taste. She looked good in a skirt, but her personality killed all the joy of looking at her.

"Come on, follow me we need to find someplace to stay for the night." I said moving past her.

She followed after me staying off to my right. Now and then I would glance in her direction to see her usual ditzy smirk on her lips.

We traveled the city streets looking for the cheapest motel we could find. I didn't have much money left and it turned out Barbie had nothing to her name. We failed to find a motel for the right price but Katrina decided to try something. With her talent of natural Aphrodite beauty she got us a room for free. It made me shudder though. The guy who ran the joint was about 40 something and she wasn't even legal. One word: disturbing.

I was all for getting some sleep before more monsters found us but it was near impossible with Katrina staring at herself in the mirror. She brushed her hair and hummed some tune I vaguely knew to be Brittany Spear's "One More Time". Ask me how I know that and I will end you.

I rolled over on my side after a few minutes and Katrina's third time through the song.

"Blondie. Shut it."

"Ignoring you." she said in another melodic voice.

"Hating you." I groaned putting a pillow over my head. "If you must sing can't you sing something that isn't Brittany? Please. I beg you."

Katrina chuckled and it sent a shiver down my spine. That was unexpected.

"If my singing offends you so much Azrael you know how to solve it."

If I hadn't been so tired I would have gotten off the bed and made sure she slept for the whole night, and the next. I didn't reply and she went on humming.

The room fell silent, actually silent no chorus of One More Time. My brow furrowed and I removed the pillow from my face. When I turned my head I saw Katrina still sitting in front of the mirror staring into it. She stopped brushing her golden locks. I waited for a moment before she spoke.

"You never told me how you got the name Azrael. It's an interesting name."

I sat up in bed and watched her reflection stare back at me. I couldn't tell if she was joking or not so I didn't respond right away. When she gave me a look through the mirror I blinked and hunched my shoulders.

"I guess my mom was going through her Goth phase at the time." I hoped that would drop the topic and the conversation all together.

Katrina set her hairbrush down and stood up. She walked over to the other double bed and took a seat on the edge.

"Did you know that Azrael is the angel of death?" She tilted her head innocently to the side. I stared cautiously back at her. I wasn't sure what she was playing at.

"Ironic."

"I like it. I mean, the name it suits you somehow."

I said, "Thanks."

Katrina pushed her long blonde hair out of her face.

"I know I haven't exactly been the most cooperative companion these last three days."

"Understatement."

That comment earned me a scowl but she continued without missing a beat.

"But I want to thank you for everything you have done for me Azrael. I would be dead by now if you hadn't found me when you did."

Her kindness and gratitude began to make me feel uncomfortable. This was the first time I had heard Katrina say thank you and mean it. I wasn't sure if there was a single nerve of kindness in her perfect bone structure. Surprise.

I felt myself blush slightly but I shrugged the comment off. "You may be a spoiled self centered brat, but I couldn't let you die via Hellhound."

"You're some kind of super hero Azrael." Katrina stood up and walked over to me. She bent down and kissed me on the lips lightly. My entire body froze. And I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was my first kiss. I know I was 18 and most guys my age were well trained in the art of kissing. But being alone and having a touch that could literally kill prevented such endeavors.

My eyes were wide with shock and when I looked at Katrina again it was as if I was seeing her for the first time but in a good light. She wasn't the whiney Aphrodite daughter who had spat insult after insult at me and complained about getting dirt under her nails. She was something else, something special. I couldn't explain it but suddenly I accepted her personality and found it oddly captivating.

I don't know what compelled me to continue with the next step but I went for it. I leaned forward on the bed and kissed her again this time for a longer period of time. When we parted she stared at me with soft eyes and I had to have her. She got onto the bed next to me and the next thing I knew our lips met again this time harder and more passionate. Her hands slid onto my shoulders.

Instinctively my hands moved up to her face. I didn't care about anything else; I was too focused on Katrina's lips on my own. When they began to slide away I realized what was happening. I quickly let go of her face and she fell forward onto my chest. She was still conscious but she reached up and held her head.

"I'm sorry." I muttered.

She shook her head weakly. "I'm fine. Just got me a little dizzy that's all."

I backed away and swung my feet over the edge of the bed. I stared at the floor hating myself. Katrina's hand touched my shoulder, her touch was gentle but it still made me jump. I got up brushing her hand off of me. I turned to her and I felt my heart drop. Her face was pale and she looked sickly. Katrina was shaking. All I wanted to do was hold her and comfort her but I couldn't.

I swallowed. "I didn't-"

"I know." she said, her voice was strained. "It's my fault. I should have known."

My brow furrowed and I rubbed the back of my neck. I sighed.

"It was nice though." Katrina chuckled.

"Maybe you should sleep." I suggested.

She nodded and got under the covers of my bed. I hesitated wanting to go over and tuck her in. I knew I couldn't risk it. My gloves had been lost in the last encounter with monsters and I didn't have time to go out and buy new ones. I should have made time. I could have killed Katrina. I drained something out of her and I could only pray that she would get better by morning. She curled up hugging one of the fluffy white pillows and fell a sleep.

I checked on her a few times during the night to make sure she was still breathing. Thankfully the color in her cheeks started coming back around 5 a.m. My feelings about Katrina had done a complete 360 in the matter of one kiss. Maybe I had harbored these feelings the entire time and just confused love for hate. I had never been in a relationship before, not that this was a relationship. I had always admired girls and flirted but this was the closest I had ever been. I cared for Katrina. And it would suck to see her go off to Camp Half-Blood, a place I never wanted to be a part of.

I'm not sure when I fell asleep but I was sitting in the chair at the table. My hand slid out from under my chin and my face almost collided with the wood tabletop. I jerked my head up and tried to rub the haze from my eyes. Sunlight blared into the room causing more trouble for my eyes to adjust. I stretched and looked down at the watch on my wrist. It was nearly noon.

I wondered why Katrina hadn't waked me sooner and that thought caused me to jump-start. I was standing and searching the room over. My eyes fell on the bed last and to my horror Katrina wasn't in it. The door to the motel room was ajar and upon closer inspection there were claw marks around the doorknob.

My hearted pounded inside my chest and I felt anger build up inside of me. All I kept thinking was that I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her. I grabbed my jacket and backpack and jetted from the motel room.