I do not own PJO or HoO.
This is just a story I came up with.
Third Person Point of View
They quietly ran through the woods, chasing after their prey. No sound would be heard by anyone other than themselves and their targets.
The oldest twin pulled a branch back and surged forward. They youngest twin ducked just in time to miss the branch his twin had pulled before picking up speed and passing his brother.
Two women ran, side by side, hearts pounding wildly out of their chests. They had never been so frightened in their lives. They had no clue what was going on or why, but they definitely didn't want to stop and find out. They passed through a massive clearing and the silver light of the moon shone down on the beautiful women.
The first woman glanced up at the moon as it was her domain. Artemis, goddess of the moon, the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, and a bunch of other things. The light only served to make her prettier. Her lithe, sinewy form, hunched slightly in a running form. Her oval face home to her sharp features; her slightly upturned button nose currently wrinkled with stress; and of course, her beautiful, startling silver eyes. Her flaming auburn hair cascaded down her back, like a flame in the forest. A soon to be wildfire.
The second woman did not even spare the moon a glance. Rather she continued to brainstorm causing her already stormy grey eyes to look even stormier. Her long, black hair flowed down her sinewy, toned figure, outlining her beautiful, calculating features. She, unlike the other woman, did not specialize in predator and prey situations. She was slightly taller than the other goddess, but that only served as her disadvantage. For the first time ever, she didn't know what to do, but she did know one thing. Athena, goddess of wisdom, knowledge, battle strategy, et cetera knew there was no escaping whatever this was.
Thump.
The two men could practically hear their preys' heartbeat. That only made their smirks widen. They were enjoying this game of cat and mouse. They found it amusing that their prey thought they could escape them.
They would have them. There was no escaping that.
Thump. Thump.
They could smell them from where they were. Their preys' scent giving them newfound strength, the two men picked up speed.
They were practically theirs now.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The women were this close to exiting the clearing when they glanced at each other. As if the same thought crossed both of their minds, they slowed to a stop. Why were they running, anyway? They were goddesses. Olympian goddesses. Not insignificant mortals. They had nothing to fear.
They turned, facing the way they had come, awaiting the threat. They could hear their footsteps from twenty yards away. They were coming in fast, very fast. Maybe too fast.
Fifteen yards.
They glanced at each other.
Ten yards.
They gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.
Five yards.
They sucked in their breath.
The sounds of footsteps disappeared and they stared at each other in confusion.
What just happened? Had they left? Had they finally realized their mistake in chasing the two goddesses.
Just when they thought they were safe, footsteps were heard again, but slower, louder and were heard all around them. They were teasing them. Mocking them.
"Hmm," the two goddesses heard. It was a taunting noise, meant to anger them. It angered Athena, but made Artemis's heart pound harder than before. And no one voices, no one sound had ever done that.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Why'd you run away, Princess?" The voice made Athena's heart stop temporarily and sent shivers up her spine. Her face contorted in shock as she staggered back. She felt as if the man was talking to her, calling to her. A part of her wanted to call back.
"Yeah, Kitten." The first voice agreed. "We only wanted to play."
"Show yourselves," Artemis regained confidence. "Do not be cowards."
"If you wish to fight, then be warned: we will win. Better you go down with honor," Athena agreed with her half-sister.
"Cowards?" The amusement was clear in the first male's voice. "Oh, we're no cowards."
"We don't want to harm you, Princess. We simply want you to know your places." The goddesses sighed in frustration and anger. They had no right to disobey an Olympian goddess, much less two.
"If anyone needs to know their place if is you two. Now show yourselves!" It was a command neither could ignore nor wanted to actually pass up.
"Alright," the voices chorused.
They stepped into the clearing, the light of the moon illuminating their young and handsome faces. The goddesses gasped in shock.
The first man had to be no older than eighteen. He was tall, strong, and lean as if he worked out for a living. He was dressed in a gray and black leather jacket, black combat boots, and matching black pants with an orange tee shirt that clung to his abs. He was most definitely handsome with his unruly raven black hair that shone in the light. His beautiful sea green eyes that flowed like the ocean shone with amusement that easily reflected in his body language and on his relaxed features and oval face. He stared straight at Artemis, and she found herself staring straight back. There was something about this man.
The second man had to be the complete opposite of the first, though he also looked as if he was only eighteen. His blonde hair was slightly buzzed on the sides, but long at the top and curled sexily. He was about an inch taller than the first man (yes, they were able to notice that as well) with the same tall, strong, and lean body type. He was just as handsome as the first if not more with his bright blue eyes that seemed to hold the sky itself that shone with happiness, and his strong sharp face that looked as if it was sculpted straight from marble. He was staring intently at Athena who could not bring herself to avert her eyes.
Other than their youth there was only one thing they shared in common. And that was their matching smirks located clearly on their faces.
"You wanted to see us so bad," the blonde wiggled his eyebrows. "Well, here you are."
"You like what you see?" the raven haired one posed as if he was a model. "Who am I kidding, of course you do."
The goddesses were completely and utterly speechless.
"Ooh, so apparently your big mouths don't work when you actually face us. Who're the cowards now?" Blonde grinned.
"I think I like them better when they aren't talking," Raven stepped closer to Artemis, Blonde following his lead.
Each step Raven and Blonde took forward, Athena and Artemis took back. Sooner than what they would've liked, they ran out of forest, but the two men did not run out of space. In no time, they were so close that their breaths practically fanned the goddesses' face. And yet, they still stepped closer.
As soon as he got close to her, Raven pinned a distracted and confused Artemis against a tree, holding her hands at her side. He leaned down so his mouth was right next to her ear. She managed to hear him over the sound of her beating heart, "Hi, Kitten. My name's Percy," was all he whispered.
Blonde slowly and teasingly stepped forward before pulling a mesmerized Athena closer to him and nuzzling her neck affectionately. He breathed in her scent, causing a sharp intake of breath on her part. "Mhm, you smell nice," he moaned, still holding her close. "I'm Jason. And you, Princess, are mine."
The sisters managed to regain their common sense and pushed the men away from them. The men laughed as if in a trance.
"Who are you?" Their voices came out shaky and raspy. It was a miracle they were able to form words alone.
The men flashed their trademark grins that made every girl they passed fall for them hard. "We told you, but I guess we need to be clearer."
"We're your mates," Jason smiled.
Percy growled possessively, "And you little ladies are ours and only ours."
Their matching smirks appeared on their faces once more as they spoke in unison, "And we don't share what's ours."
Yeah, sorry if it was sucky. I don't even know what I was going for here.