A/N: I was super bored so I made an Alternate Universe thingy again. So, Thalia Grace, Ms. Queen of Punk, is now an actress with a crazy secret admirer. Castor Demos, an OC and an usual immortal, is a gun for hire or Mr. Tough Guy. He looking for a regular old job. This is OTP of mine with Thalia and Castor. Aphrodite isn't easing up on them and forced me to write this. Castor and Thalia are now the spotlight light duo. The other characters will make appearances like Percy and Annabeth as Castor and Thalia's best friends. Percy is Castor's. You'll guess who's Thalia's best friend, Annabeth. Some characters are just characters for this story so don't think I'm going use them in upcoming stories. They're just people filling in. It's your regular action and drama story. Rating M because some sex would in it. So watch out.

Aaron

Let's begin with Chapter 1: Miss Grace's Secret Admirer

Miss Grace was goddess among these mortals. She was beautiful. Her eyes were as blue as sky. Her hair was an onyx black. Thalia Grace was truly a sight as she was daughter of Jennifer Grace, a legendary actress, and Harrison 'Zeus' King, a well known producer. She was one of most favorable actresses in the world. Fan mail is always going towards her address. Lately, she has been some strange ones with no return address. Her manager, Drake Richardson, has told her about getting a bodyguard for her own protection. Drake didn't know what to do. Miss Grace was one of those people that didn't care much about her life when it came to her career. Her best friend, Annabeth Chase, a famous architect, has also agreed that she should have some sort of security with her.

The sun rose once again. A beautiful dark haired woman lay in her queen sized bed. The dark haired woman thought of how lonely her bed was. Her cell phone was ringing as it wasn't going to have any news about who was slacking her. There was so many enemies that you could make as one of the wealthiest people in world. Thalia didn't want to count them. A knock was heard, but she didn't reply to it. She rolled over onto her stomach. Hopefully they might leave, but she knew that wouldn't happen. She hated those people so much. She could get herself ready. She could make her own breakfast. She could do so many things without her maids, butlers, and chefs. She didn't want to think about what floor she was on. That stupid fear was still haunting her. Her fear of heights was there since she couldn't remember. Everyone made a joke with it. Her father's nickname was compared to her fear of heights. Zeus was the name of the Greek god of skies.

The actress sighed, "Why couldn't I have a normal life? A normal job? No mansion on the coast. A life was including the right man and our future."

Another knock, louder than the previous one, was heard as a voice played. "Miss Grace, are you awake? Mr. Richardson is here. Miss Grace?"

Thalia didn't want to reply. She wanted to stay in her room until her prince charming comes for her and take her away.

Thalia rolled her eyes and thought, 'Yeah right.'

"Thalia, babe, came out we got busy schedule today. The maid will be in a moment to help you." Another voice called.

Drake was trying. That was a classic to hear. Thalia tried not to laugh, but it was too priceless. She pulled away the covers as the door and whatever the name of the maid came in. She was petite. All Thalia could admit was she felt sort of sorry for the small maid.

"Good morning, Miss Grace." The maid smiled.

Thalia couldn't help but smile at the maid, "Good morning."

When Thalia come down from her room, the head butler, Ronald Wilkinson V, and Drake were talking about what type of security should have been chose. Drake was pushing this paperwork that he got from his friend. A picture of a blonde was in the folder, but that was the only thing that Thalia saw. She was in a black jean jacket, a navy blue tee, and black jeans. Her hair was above her shoulders. It was almost a Bob cut, but it wasn't. Her black heels were one inch. She looked like a runway model. The guys' eyes were brightened up. Drake cleared his throat. He looked at his outdated watch. Thalia laughed slightly. It was definitely outdated.

"Good morning, Thalia." Drake smiled.

She nodded. She went to sit at the counter, where a plate of jet breakfast was sitting. She felt like wanting to be a regular person and eat in peace then a million people just watching her eat. She felt something that hadn't felt in awhile, jealousy. After her breakfast, Thalia and Drake went to television station for her interview and then the studio told hem that they could use the back room for interview of her own. Thalia looked over herself in the mirror. The makeup girl kept on doing her makeup, but she was already done. There isn't anymore perfection that makeup girl had to do.

"Hey, Miss Grace, you're on five." A knock announced.

"Thank you, Roger." Thalia smiled falsely.

"No problem, Miss Grace. Mr. Richardson is coming in." Roger's voice said.

Drake's voice called, "Thanks, Roger. Now, don't let that paparazzi get in here."

"Yes, Mr. Richardson," Roger's voice replied.

"Now, now get moving." Drake's voice laughed. "Thalia, sweetheart, can I come in?"

"Go for it." Thalia smiled happily.

The door opened with Drake smiling. He didn't look surprise at her appearance. She always looked beautiful. She was always a doll with whatever she had to do with that day. He was that person to tell her what she looked like.

"You look gorgeous as always." He smiled.

Thalia rolled her eyes like she didn't know that.

"The interview is mine." Thalia demanded as she wasn't afraid of this admirer of hers. "I don't care about him or her for this interview, but if they're watching then I really don't care."

Yes, I see your point, Miss Grace. Drake grinned.

The makeup girl stopped adjusting every little detail on Thalia's person. She left. Thalia looked at herself as if thinking she was real life Barbie doll. She rolled her eyes. Definitely, she had the crazy Barbie life already. She doesn't like when she looked this because this is truly her. She likes so much different things than what she says to the paparazzi, but come on when you're at this level you can't tell them much.

"Let's go." Thalia strutted to the door. 'I only hope God is watching because I don't want death to come.'

Castor Demos was only good when it came to the job. No one knew that his work was his life. His services aren't cheap. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back. His ocean colored eyes had this look that never came off. His poker face wasn't beat. The previous guy that was in front of him came out mumbling. It couldn't really be that hard to a job when your requirements aren't what the person needs.

"She's an idol. Yeah right. She's a bitch." The previous guy kept muttering.

After a few times working with the FBI or CIA, you learn how to doings that normal people couldn't do if you had to put them in a room. He wasn't surprised of his muttering. Castor kind of enjoyed when people were angry because they say things that normal times they wouldn't. He was here for his buddy, who didn't feel like coming. This was their job, but the interview was all his. A man came out to usher interviewees.

"Mr. Demos, if you don't mind, come with me." He said overconfidently.

Castor nodded as the man walked back inside as he followed. It was a simple room with two chairs and a couch. It looked as if the previous users were rehearsing in that room. It was plenty room for all of the actors or whoever would be in the room. A dark haired woman sat in the chair across from him. Her bright blue eyes glared at him. He wasn't moving any of his facial muscles because it wouldn't be good. She looked as if she just gave up hope, which to Castor was probably what she had done. He was last one in the hall.

"Mr. Demos, have a seat?" She smiled falsely.

He nodded. She was beautiful. He couldn't stop watching her moments, the way held the pen tightly, and why she reminded him of someone. He never met her before, but his best friend's girlfriend was her girlfriend. She reminded him of Annabeth when she got mad at him or Percy. Maybe he didn't need to bring that up. She checked over a file that the man gave her with his name on it.

"Why do you think you have the skills to my bodyguard?" Thalia asked venomously.

He didn't stir. His golden locks were distracting. His eyes had perfectly portrayed the ocean in them. He simply leaned towards her. Thalia hoped that she wasn't blushing, but her face was getting hot. Drake watched the man. Castor Demos wasn't backing up.

He smirked with his pearly whites. "I am what you require, Miss Grace."

Thalia lost her breath for a moment. It was different that he didn't even need to do anything to her. She felt so different with him. She didn't think to breathe. She inhaled and exhaled. That didnt do anything to stop what her heart was speeding faster and faster. This man did this to her, but how. Thaloa had her share of 'princes', but no one of them were taking her for adventure. Luke Castellan, another child actor and one of her best friend, got together with her, but he was cheating behind her back. Leo Valdez, a mechanic who worked on her limousine, was another failed relationship. Tyson Watterson, a marine biologist, was a blind date that Annabeth and Percy got her to go to. Her and this Castor Demos guy didn't have anything for each other. Thalia could admit that he was hot, but she knew they wouldn't work out. The paparazzi would have fool's gold when they get the story of her and him. It would ruin her. She couldn't get near a guy with the paparazzi going after them. Thalia mentally sighed.

"You're hired." Drake stood gave out his hand.

"Thank you." Castor smiled more brightly and took the man's hand.

"Thank you for putting your life before Miss Grace's life." Drake smiled.

"It's just business." Castor said calmly keeping his face on while thinking about Thalia's response.

It was strange. She was cold, but she was thoughtful. The man started talking about when Castor needed to be at the set at this time.

"How about write out her whole schedule?" He said as he got confused each time his mouth opened.