Title: Demigod Days, Chapter One
Pairing: Percy x Bella
Status: In progress
Summary: When Edward leaves a not-so-sad Bella, she returns to the only home she's ever known, Camp Half-Blood. But she returns to her best friends, and finds he's in love with someone else! Is she going to jump up her game? I don't own Twilight, nor Percy Jackson. I do own Bella's new kick-ass attitude and her kick-ass weapons!
"And your memories?" I asked. It sounded like there was something stuck in my throat, like I was choking. Not on my oncoming depression, however. It was my impending happiness. Freedom was on its way.
"Well"- he hesitated for a short second- "I won't forget. But my Kind, we're very easily distracted." He smiled; the smile was tranquil and it did not touch his eyes. I mentally smirked.
He took a tep away from me. "That's everything, I suppose. We won't bother you again." We? What does he mean?
The plural caught my attention. That surprised me; I would have thought I was beyond noticing anything. Who would, beyond their haze of happiness?
"Alice isn't coming back," I realized. I don't know how he heard me- the words made no sound- but he seemed to understand. Of course. Why would they stay, for a supposedly fragile human such as I? But they didn't know the truth. I was never fragile. Not even as a baby.
He shook his head slowly, always watching my face.
"No. They're all gone. I stayed behind to tell you goodbye." I was thankful; it was a goodbye I would be thankful for, but not sad. I would be free of him, that possessive jerk.
"Alice is gone?" My voice is blank with faked disbelief. It's actually relief. No more Bella the Barbie. From now on, it would be Bella the Demigod.
It was a well-kept secret. I should've felt guilty. The vampires willingly gave up their secret, but I would not. Rosalie was right not to trust me.
"She wanted to say goodbye, but I convinced her that a clean break would be better for you." Better for me? Hell yes. No attachment.
My eyes snapped open and I grinned. What a wonderful memory. I stretched and rolled over in my comfy bed. It was a few days before I was due at Camp anyway. Should I introduce myself? I guess so.
I am Isabella Marie Dywer, or Swan, while I'm with my mortal father. And I am a kick-ass demigod, best friend to Percy Jackson, Son of the Sea God and the Chosen One. Daughter of Renee Dywer and Apollo, the God of Truth, Music and Medicine.
You'd think being the daughter of the god of truth makes me truthful, but you'd be wrong. I really don't give a shit about the truth. Much.
Although I'm in direct violation of everything my father represents, I still love him to bits. I'm not like that bastard Luke. We all knew that gods couldn't interfere with our lives. It just wasn't fair. But don't get me wrong. I love my mortal father too. Charlie Swan is good father, though not as good as Apollo as a dad.
He even gave me a kick-ass pair of bow and arrows, that turn into a charm necklace. Tug on it, and say hi to my awesome- sauce weapon. He called it Ταχύτητα του φωτός, or Speed of Light in English.
Enough with the inner monologue. I have to get up and pack, say goodbye to everybody in Forks, and prepare for my long and perilous journey to Camp Half-Blood.
Jacob frowned at me. I tried to smile innocently. He frowned deeper. Damn, it didn't work.
"Why?" he demanded. "Why would you move to godforsaken New York? Who do you even know there? Are you chasing down those blo- Cullens?" he fired questions at me. I shook my head.
"Nope. Over him. And this is something I gotta do, Jake. I'm sorry, but I'm leaving tomorrow."
I had my luggage sent over to Camp, while I traveled on foot. Rather on a plane, or on a train. I'd just get every mortal there killed. My weapons were always on my hand. I was ready for any monster that came my way.
Well, I shouldn't have said that. I mean come on! IT JINXED ME.
So here I am, on the way to Camp. While being chased by an enormous, and I mean ENORMOUS hellhound. Demigod or not, my luck sucks.
I twisted my torso halfway around, and notched an arrow made of Celestial Bronze, aiming at its heart. I've had worse, but I'm afraid of hitting a wall. I stopped and faced him headfirst, letting the arrow fly.
It was pretty beautiful. The arrow gleaming as the sliced through the air and hit the broad chest of the hellhound. I must be turning soft on me, because while I was thinking about the arrow, and whatnot, the hellhound still hadn't disintegrated. Damn.
So I ran around it, hitting just about every spot I could. It finally exploded into golden dust when I hit its nape. Exhausted, I crawled to a tree. Running around and chasing a hellhound is hard, hard work.
Alice's POV
Vision:
Long, flowing brown locks. Dancing in the wind. I reveled in the familiarity. It reminded me of Bella's hair. There was a strange sepia tint to my vision, and it had slowed quite dramatically.
And the girl with the flowing brown hair was Bella. She bounced around, a rucksack slipping from her fingers. And there was a monster, a horrible monster in front of her. She muttered a curse. "Shit," she hissed.
The monster lunged at her and she ran. I screamed and tried to escape the horrifying vision. But it had sucked me in, and I saw Bella about to be mauled.
End of Vision
Jasper shook me. "Ally, what's wrong?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. "Oh, Bella," I moaned.
