This is about some random demigod, not anybody you would know of. Just a short burst of inspiration...
He ran like he never did before, just to catch this "special" half-blood. He panted and pushed himself harder, almost catching up with the shadowy figure in front of him. It turned around, looking amused, before it disappeared into the darkness again.
Suddenly, he stopped. He had trapped her in a shabby alleyway, with no way out except the boulevard he was standing on right now.
"I'm taking you to camp," the demigod said breathlessly, his hazel eyes glowing in the glimmer of the flickering street lamp.
"No," she said, eyes open wide, and scared. She backs up against a cold, stone wall, pressing her back against it. "You… You can't make me go. I–I won't let you get me."
"Camp's not dangerous, I promise. You'll meet many new friends, and you'll have a home," he coaxed.
"I won't," she said. Suddenly, she began to mutter rapidly in Ancient Greek. Her aura was getting more powerful, and she felt stronger.
"Listen to me. You're not going anywhere. We're taking you to camp." She glared at him, a glare filled with hate, unfulfilled desires, pain, and distrust. He's frightened. She seems wild, animal-like, and powerful as a god. All because of that cursed chant.
"No. You cannot take me to that wretched, horrible place known as 'Camp Half-Blood.' I follow no one, but myself. I stand alone. You will leave. Now," she said frostily. She shrugged so that her black leather jacket fitted her more evenly.
"You have to come with us. Only then will you be safe," the elder half-blood begged. He was silenced by another withering glower, and he winced, backing up on the slick, wet pavement of the alleyway.
"It is not wise to ignore my warnings, demigod. I am not like your kind. Do not try to persuade me, as it will only make the situation worse." An inky-black strand of hair fell onto her white cheek, giving her a defiant look to match her ragged black T-shirt, torn dark jeans, and black combat boots.
The son of Hermes stood up, determined to bring her to safety. "I won't listen to the likes of you. Kronos is growing more powerful. He'll use you for his dirty deeds!" he protested.
She laughed darkly. "So perseverant, aren't you? Fools, that's what all of you are." Her sapphire eyes glinted coldly in the light of the glittering stars.
"You don't understand. Camp… Camp is a wonderful place. People will accept you," the eighteen-year old boy lied half-heartedly. He wrung his completely-dry shirt in anxiety over and over again.
"Accept me? Do I want friends? Did I ask for loyal allies? No, I did not. I do not want even a simple haven. I'm just an orphan, thrown out onto the streets. No one wants me. I will never belong," she said in an angry tone.
Her dark eyes flash dangerously, and she wrought the wrath of night upon him, blasting him back ten feet. His hazel eyes are wide open, and scared. A demigod shouldn't be this powerful. It was… Not right. Something was wrong.
"You– You're… A-a devil," he spat out breathlessly.
She laughed mercilessly. "Perhaps. Some people may call me that. But truth be told, I'm just a daughter of night. Warn your beloved campers of my kind, for Nyx will not forget." She strode down the boulevard of broken dreams, her midnight-colored hair flying behind her as she walked alone down the crime-ridden streets of Manhattan.