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Chapter One

Blackmailing the Dancer

Leo P.O.V

I don't really understand what's the big deal with dancing is. All my life, I've worked with tools and made things. Yet, I have a secret. A secret that I didn't want to share. I can truly dance. I know, sounds like total baloney but I'm afraid it's not. I found out about my dancing gift when I was around eight. I remember the day like it was yesterday. Here, let me explain.


The elementary school was having a end of the year party. It was my last day being a third grader. I was in my fourth foster home. To tell the truth, I was bound to run away again . A event at the dance made my decision to leave more easier. I mean, most parties I just go in a corner and crack a few jokes with the guys. At the time, girls were believed to be evil and had diseases. Diseases like cooties or other silly stuff.

Anyway, I was doing my usual thing, telling a few jokes in the corner with Tim and Larry. Tim was a nine year old with brown hair. He had these scary red eyes that made him look tough. He failed the second grade by bluntly telling the teacher to screw herself when she was handing him the S.A.T. test. He didn't take the test, which made his grade go lower than it already was.

Larry was eight years old, like me. He had this blond hair that looked bleached and had bright green eyes. He was like really build for his age since his father worked as a personal fitness consular. Larry was also apparently sexy. That's what I heard some fourth grade girls say in the hall one time. I'm kinda glad I didn't know what that meant at the time.

They were rough boys but they were my friends. I made them laugh and they kept the older kids off my back. Larry had two older brothers that help's out a lot with protecting me. So, I was safer than usual. Our friendship was really cool. It lasted for a while till I left. I wonder if Larry or Tim would recognize me if I ever saw them again? I bet you ten bucks that Tim is in some sort of trouble kids center.

As I talked with them, a girl walks up to us. She had this long blond hair tied in a single braid. She had a white dress with a brown belt. She wore texas style cow girl boots. Her eyes were this blue that was so light. I felt like I could swim in her eyes. "Hey Leo, Do you want to dance with me?" She asks with a tone I didn't recognize at the time. I didn't know how a girl that was totally older than me knew my name. I think it was my charm, but I don't think that was the real reason.

"This girl wants to give you cooties!" Larry replies with a disgust face. The mystery girl cheeks started to blush and she states " So, maybe I do!" My friends started to make gagging noises will I blush so much that I look like a tomato. The girl grabs my hand and leads me to the rather small dance floor. I noticed that she was a little taller than me which kinda made me upset. I was suppose to be the dude, meaning I need to be her shining armor. I needed to be the taller than her.

The beautiful blonde stops and I was suddenly in her embrace. I felt a familiar feeling go to my cheeks. The girl giggles and takes my hands. " I'm Angelica by the way. You can call me Angel." the girl replies. I felt a bubbly feeling in my gut at learning her name. Her hands were still holding mine. I've never held a girl hand for so long. It made my palms sweaty but Angel didn't really seem to notice.

"Follow my lead." Angel mumbles. I thought the guy was suppose to lead but Angel didn't seem to know that. She moves with grace to the slow music. My feet were dragging on the floor but Angel didn't complain. She had so much confidence in me. Believing I could dance with her. I was eight! I didn't know what to do or any steps. I didn't even know the girl's name a few minutes ago. Angel's grip got tighter and that when I black out.

I don't mean what you think. I didn't pass out or died. I just faded in some source of trance. The music became one with my body. I felt a rush go through my whole body. At first, I was shock at this sudden burst. My first thought was puberty. I heard the older kids at the foster home talk about the subject. I didn't really know what to think.

My feet started following Angel's lead. A few minutes pass and the song finally changes. The song was up beat and fast. Angel let's go of my hands and looks at me. Her glare at my body was kinda weird. " How old are you?" I ask wanting the strange staring to stop. "I'm ten. Are you going to show me your moves or not?" Angel replies. Do I have moves? What in the Hades does she want from me? I was now a fourth grader, who had a chick wanting me to dance in front of way older kids. I never really even attempted dancing.

I felt a spark in my heart. The spark traveled through my whole body. I felt my limbs starting to move with the up beat music. I closed my eyes and started dancing. I moved in a way I never knew I could. Swinging my hips and moving my feet in a pattern. It was like when I tap morse code. There was so much movement and heat. I felt ready to combust. I was so lost in the music that I didn't notice the other people coming in close.

When I open my eyes there was kids around me. All with this awe expression. There eyes where looking at me like a owl. I felt sick. I had my familiar urge to run. I hated that they were all looking at me. Tim and Larry were looking at me with glares of envy. Angel's eyes where lighten up. She looked at me like a new play toy. I couldn't handle the pressure on me. They way there eyes were glued to me. I hated the attention so much at the time. Attention leads to so much trouble. I need to keep low and I wasn't anymore. I just run out the gym like a wild animal. I hear shouts for me to come back but I don't respond. I just run like I've always done...


That was when I was eight. Even now at the age sixteen, I don't like the attention on me. Yes, I make jokes and laugh every thing off. That's just a mask I wear. I don't want my friends to see how scared I am. How scared I am of myself. Scared of being left alone again or taken back to another foster home. I've learn that being a jokester, made people want to keep me around. I just can't be alone but I can't stand the attention either. It's hard to pick what's worse.

Now, I dance in secret. When I'm not building something, I go off to a secret room on the Argo 2. No one usually is on the flying boat since we won the war, making it the perfect place. In a open space room next to my office is where I dance. Mostly, I dance hip hop and tap. I can dance other stuff as well, but I don't do it much. I practice at night to make sure no one walks in on me but some one finally does.

Last night, was the night it happen. I finished all my camper duties and was heading to the Argo 2. It was around midnight and the cabins lights where off. I walked in the dark to my destination. While walking, I get this sudden shiver. It's the middle of the summer with a temperature of ninety-four. I shouldn't even have a shiver with my own body heat. I made the decision to run to the Argo 2.

When I reach the Argo 2, I immediately go to the secret dancing room. I set down a CD player that the Stolls stole for me from the Apollo kids earlier that day. I pop in a random CD from my stack on the small shelf. That shelf was about the only thing that was in the room. Well, there's also a coat hanger and a pull up bar but I swear that's it.

I take off my jacket and Camp Half Blood shirt. Hanging it on the coat hanger. At that moment, all I had was a red muscle shirt with green cargo pants. My black sneakers where snug on my feet, making them perfect to dance in. The CD starts to play a song called Cooler than Me by Mike Posner. The lyrics start to flow out with a beat that made my body excited. I felt the rhythm and I zone into my hip hop dance. All I wanted to dance was hip hop.

I move with the beat and sling with out. My feet start doing this two step thing that I was kinda starting to enjoy. Hands and Arms were up, then back down. Sliding to the left then the right. It was like playing a game that I couldn't afford to lose. I felt sweat rolling down my neck. I started doing moves that I saw the Apollo kids doing earlier. Those Apollo kids have the beat that comes naturally. It was amazing to watch them dance. Sometimes, I wish I could go to them and show them my skills. But, that will NEVER happen. So, I just dance in my secret room with no eyes on me. That's just the way I like it.

As the song ends, I give it my all. I do flips and sharp turns that could make even Jason dizzy. The song finally ends and I'm completely out of breath. Yet, I don't let it get to me. I was a little built from lifting my hammer all the time in the forges and dancing. Don't get me wrong, I'm scrawny . Just I'm strong. I feel my arms go limp from dancing so intensely but I shoulder it off. The next song starts to play. I knew the song at the very second it came on.

The song was called I Just Wanna Run by The Downtown Fiction. The song just made me think about myself. At my urge to run and emotions. I let everything go as I close my eyes. I some how bond with the song. I feel a spark go through my body like it did when I was eight. Yet, it was so much more intense. I put my all in the whole song. All the moves were my own. I don't even trip on my feet with my eyes close like I usually do. When I dance, I don't need my eyes. I just flow like a river, which is weird since I have my gift with fire.

I move with the music till it finally stops for the next song. My heartbeat was going super fast like a rocket but I didn't care. The pressure in side my body made me feel alive. I loved the way my body reacts to dancing. It made me feel important and strong. I wanted to bottle up the feeling and keep it with me forever. Dancing has always made my body light up like a fire cracker.

"That was really cool." a voice from behind says. I jump and open my eyes. I felt my face turn into a shock expression. There in my view was Nico di Angelo. The son of the underworld ruler. Nico had his wild black hair covering one of his dark brown eyes. Those eyes were so deep and strong. Nico's skin was so pale and ghostly. He wore a plain black t-shirt with black jeans. His stygian iron sword was hanging on his hip. His skull ring shines, making it seem like the sun. Too deadly to stare at for a long period of time.

" What are you doing here? Where you stalking me?" I ask, wanting a answer. Nico shrugs and replies " I was walking to my cabin and saw you walking to the Argo 2. I decided to see what has you up so late. So, I kinda did stalk you." I felt another shiver run through my body like a forest fire. The shiver from before was from Nico! " Stalker!" I state with horror. Nico just looks at me like I was crazy. He's the crazy one , who stalks people! "How much did you see?" I ask with worry. Nico let's out a cunning smirk on his lips. " Oh, I saw the whole dance. That dance was so tense and powerful. Where the Hades did you learn to dance like that?"

My shock face turns into a frown at the question. "I've never been taught by anyone. I just dance on my own." I reply looking at my shoes. Nico let's out a laugh and states " That's incredible! You danced all that on your own? Wow, wait till campers hear about this. A son of Hephaestus that can dance." I felt my stomach do a flip. "No, Don't do that! I don't want anyone finding out about this. Please, keep this a secret." I reply quickly with desperation. Nico frowns at my reply but then smirk's again. The face he was making was like a cat does to a mouse when it's in a corner trapped with no escape. Now, I have so much sympathy for the mouse. I felt like I was the mouse and Nico was a demonic cat.

"I have a deal to offer. I won't tell anyone about your dancing or where you dance at. But, you have to dance for me any time I want and I pick the type of dancing you do. Also, I can come watch you practice." Nico states like a business man. I felt my jaw drop at the deal on the table. Nico wants to watch me dance. Also, he want's me to dance for him anytime. I immediately refuse the thought of dancing in front of this demigod or any demigod for the matter. "No way, Your crazy if you think I'll agree to that!" I reply with annoyance. Nico let's out a dark chuckle that gives me goosebumps. " Wouldn't it be such news that one of the seven can dance. Imagine all the stares that some one would get. He would never be left alone to live his personal life." Nico replies.

At that moment, I realize the situation. Nico was freaking black mailing me! He totally would tell my secret to every one at camp! Nico still had his smirk on his thin lips as he stares at me. Nico knew what he was doing. He would let my secret out if I didn't agree to his demands. I knew I was so done for. I glare at Nico and let out a sigh in anger. I was pissed that this monster was making me agree to his demands. "Fine, I'll do it. But, I will not dance for you in public. We have to be alone." I grumble out looking into his eyes head on. Nico nods and replies " I can live with that. Meet me at my cabin tomorrow after the camp fire. Better not be late, Valdez." Nico then waves goodbye and walks out with out a single word. I quickly run to were he left the door open and look out. Nico was gone like the ghosts he hangs around with. I let out a sigh of frustration. I felt like I made a deal with the Devil or the devil's son at the least. I was totally doomed.

I stood in that room thinking about what just played out for about twenty minutes. I finally got out the trance of shock and put my clothes back on. I would need to take a shower in the morning. I walk out the Argo 2 and back to my cabin. I quietly pass the sleeping teens and slip into my room. There my bed was calling me. I didn't even take my jacket off. I just went under the cover and fell asleep. Knowing that I would need my sleep to deal with Nico di Angelo and his demands tomorrow.