**Let's pretend that all of those characters in HON is at the Long Island HON instead, and that Stark isn't a red fledgling, no Stevie Rae, Nefert is NOT evil,**

**Renesmee is in the Amazon visiting the coven there, and of course Jake is there too, sooo**

**Aiden and Seth are brothers, rather than Aiden being Seth's son like in TFS/TES**

Co-Written With Elisa Jackson

Chapter One: Marked
Percy POV

"I don't get it, Grover. Why wear a hat if the Mist will cover anything suspicious?"

Grover and I were getting donuts for Blackjack, and I didn't get why Grover wore a "Save the Whales" if he didn't want to be suspicious. I mean, sure, the hat itself wasn't, but the whale that spouted on top was.

Grover gave the money to the cashier. "You know I can't show my horns, 'cause some people can actually see." He whispered.

"Oh. Right. I forgot," I said as we made our way back to our rental car. As I was getting in the driver's side, Grover stiffened. When I looked at him, he whispered an explanation.

"It's like a monster, but not a monster."

I got out Riptide, ready to slash through some demigod eating nasties, when a boy with majorly dark sunglasses stepped in front of me and spoke.

"I am the Marker, of the Goddess Nyx. By her request, you and your fellow demigod friends will be Marked."

I felt a pain on my forehead, and then everything went black.

Thalia's POV

"Stupid Hydra," I muttered, slashing my spear across the top.

Ali, my fellow Hunter, came at the Hydra with her manipulated fire (she's daughter of Hephaestus, God if Fire) burning the stupid little neck stump thing.

"Ha! High-five!" I held my hand up. Ali, covered in ash, smiled and returned it.

An image shimmered in next to us, and I sighed. This stupid thing again?! Five bucks says it's from Camp Half-Blood.

"Krissie?" I hadn't heard anything from her. She was all quiet when Luke "died", but the Fates were idiots and brought him back. He wasn't some evil physco-path anymore.

"Thalia! Dude, we need your help," Krissie said in half surprise. Yeah, that wasn't the first time I've heard that.

"You always need my help," I pointed out.

"It's about Percy and Grover."

I froze.

"They've been Marked."

Percy's POV

When I woke up, my forehead was aching. I didn't feel any cuts, so the aching was probably, from where my head hit the sidewalk. I looked around for Grover. When I saw him on the ground, I freaked. I knew he wasn't dead, though, because he was mumbling something about enchiladas.

What freaked me out was the blue half-moon that was on his forehead.

When he woke up, he looked at me then panicked. "Oh Gods! We were Marked! This is bad, man. We have to tell Chiron!"

When I stood, there was a confused look on my face. He rolled he his eyes. "You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Dude, all I know is that it looks like someone drew a half-moon on your face with a sparkly sharpie."

He gave me a worried bleat. "I'm not the only one man. Check out your face."

When I looked in the mirror, I realized why my head hurt. And it wasn't because my head got together with concrete.

"Oh. My. Gods!" I whispered, looking at the sparkly sharpie mark on my forehead.

* * *

Okay, confession time. Grover and I broke the speed limit the entire way to camp, while Grover explained to me what being Marked meant.

"So you and I probably become nocturnal, and we'll have to move to the Long Island, House of Night. And then start to want to drink blood." Grover made a face and shivered.

"Calm down, G-Man. We'll work this out." I said in my "hey-I'm-a-confident-guy" voice.

"But Percy, I'm a vegetarian. And they don't drink blood."

"Then we won't." I said firmly.

Grover looked at me, then laughed. "DO you know what vegetarian means? It means you don't eat or drink anything that came from a slaughtered animal. And last time I checked your favorite mean was a rib-eye steak. Medium, rare. So you are probably less repulsed by blood than me."

"But we're in this together. Si I'm bit doing anything you don't do."

Grover surprised me by whimpering. "You're the best friend a satyr can ask for, Percy."

"Thanks, G-Man. You're the best friend a half-blood can ask for."

I pulled up to Half-Blood Hill and bolted for the Big House.

Thalia POV

I apologized as much as possible as I bolted out of there.

It doesn't really matter how I got there as much as I actually did. But I knew, even if I was early, that I was too late.

Annabeth was crying and Elisa, my sister (. . .) stared at her disdainfully.

Krissie cried my name and stepped forward. "We can't find any trace of them anywhere!"

"How do you know they were Marked?"

She tapped her temple and shrugged. "Demigod dream."

"Oh."

Why did she have a dream about this and not me?
Rachel was sitting at the Hermes table in the dining pavilion, eyes closed, whispering to herself.

Luke sat across from her, talking to her as if to extract information. It was weird, seeing him all on our side again. Especially when we thought he was dead.

I noticed the way Krissie clenched her fists before waving good-bye and going to sit at the Apollo table. I raised an eyebrow. Interesting . . .

"Hello, Thalia," Chiron said. "How about we have something to eat first?"

I nodded, and went to sit down with Elisa, my only sister.

I noticed how nobody sat with their table much anymore. I wondered when that started to happen . . .

I watched as Krissie said something things to her brethren, and then stood up, walking confidently to the Hermes table.

And she sat down right next to Luke.

I blinked.

She whispered something to him and he laughed. She smiled at the sound. They held hands under the table.

What the . . .?

Okay, what the Hades?!

"Thalia?" Elisa asked me. I turned to her, eye brows raised. She pointed over and I followed her gaze.

Holy Zeus.

Grover and Percy came running up towards us. People flinched. Silent fell over the area. Annabeth ran up to Percy, crying. Elisa flinched next to me.

Gods, what have I been missing?!

Percy's POV

Grover and I were fashionably late for dinner, which would have drawn stares and whispered, but our Marks pretty much shut them up.

Annabeth ran up to me and kissed me, tears in her eyes. "Oh, Percy, what happened?"

I explained but stopped when she started sobbing. Nothing bothers me more than seeing my girlfriend cry. I held her as she soaked the shoulder of my shirt and Grover explained the rest.

" . . . So now we have to go to the House of Night in Long Island. Fortunately it's only about a twenty minute walk from the down the beach." He pointed to the Long Island Sound.

"You guys will have to be there a lot. And what about the curfew? You guy's will have to talk to Chiron. You still have to train. Just because you'll be a fledging doesn't mean the monster won't want a Percy and Grover pie for dessert. If anything, they'll want you more," Elisa said, tears in her eyes too.

I gave her a hug. I kinda enjoyed it, even though Annabeth's hand was itching towards her knife. I got really annoyed at that. I mean, Elisa was still a really great friend, though me and Annabeth were dating. And those had been like sisters before we started going out. Since then, everything had changed.

Elisa wasn't so open with me anymore. She didn't laugh as much when I did water tricks for her. And when I said anything nice to her, she'd blush and wouldn't meet my eyes. I'm not a good lip reader, but I swear she would say to herself, "he doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean it.

And then I'd hug her and say, "Of course I mean it. You're an amazing person. I can't believe you don't have a boyfriend."

Then Annabeth would walk up, her stormy gray eyes predicting trouble. She's look at us, her face stony cold. Then she's look at Elisa as if she wanted Mrs. O'Leary to use her as a chew toy. Annabeth and Elisa exchanged a few formal words, each staring the other down. Then me and Annabeth would leave,

I thought about all this as I comforted my two favorite girls. They were both really confusing . . . and really territorial. Then it hit me: they were fighting over me!

But as soon as the thought entered my mind I shoved it away. I was just a simple guy hanging out with two very complicated girls. Girls were pretty confusing . . .

"Okay, well, It's not like we can do anything right now. DO you guys want good? OR would prefer blood?" Travis Stoll with a mischievous grin.

"Travis, shut up! This is so not funny!" Juniper, Annabeth, Thalia and Elisa yelled at him. Talk about gaining up. Nothing was more dangerous than a group of angry girls who knew how to use weapons. Well, maybe a group of angry girls who knew how to use makeup. Then you'd be in a lot of trouble.

Krissie spoke up, pulling out of her conversation with Luke. "They're right Travis. It could be you in this situation. They could very easily die. You at least gotta give them props for not going insane." Krissie shot him a death look.

"Sorry," Travis mumbled. He sulked back to his seat the Hermes table, making sure to stay out of Krissie's way.

I stopped hugging Elisa and kissed Annabeth. "I'll be okay," I assured her, before going to sit at the Poseidon table. Tyson was still reaping Dad's place, so I ate alone. Then Grover sat down beside me.

"We have to pack and set out soon. If we don't reach the House soon, our bodies will reject the Change. Then, we'll die a bloody, painful death." He shivered

"Maybe you should tell me a little more about this stuff. I don't want them to drink my blood cause I said something totally stupid and guy like."

Grover laughed, "They wouldn't drink you're blood. It would taste too salty. And they do have rules about that kind of thing."

I stared at him. "How do know this stuff?"

He rolled his eyes. "Percy, maybe you should ask Annabeth if you can borrow some books. Because of your connection to the seat, the vampyres would taste the saltwater that runs through your blood."

"What would they taste if they drank your blood?"

Grover smiled. "Dirt," he said.

"Why would we die if we don't to the House of Night?"

Grover stopped smiling. "We have to be around a coven of vampires for our bodies to change."

"And if we don't change, we die?"

Grover sighed and got up. "That pretty much sums it up." Then he walked away, leaving me with bloody death scenes in my mind.