The Heroes Of Olympus & The Surrounding Darkness

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Jason Grace P.O.V.

I can't help but gape in disbelief at the pain Percy's going through. He lies on the concrete floor, hyperventalating and groaning. He squeezes his wrist with his other hand, which does not seem to slow the bloodflow. His eyes are shut tight.

Annabeth is screaming. Piper's inbetween us so I can't see Annabeth, but I can tell by her muffled screams that she is crying. I need to do something, I have to stop this.

"Quit your crying, Annabeth Chase." Lycaon shouts at her. "It'll be your turn soon enough."

I close my eyes and imagine a bolt of lightning breaking through the ceiling and hitting Lycaon. I open my eyes but nothing happens. I try once more, but again... nothing.

Lycaon turns to me. "You're powers will not work in here, Jason Grace. You are helpless in my domain."

"Your domain?" Asks a beautiful voice coming from a woman just walking into the room. She waves her hand and the door closes and locks behind her. She looks like a model with her curled dark hair and piercing green eyes. She wears a silky, purple dress with glimmering rhinestones. It seems like everything about her is inviting. "Remember, Lycaon. You are on my island."

Annabeth gets quiet when she notices the woman.

"Oh, Annabeth, my dear." The woman says, walking to her. "It's been a while since I last saw you and Percy. That's right, it was the day you two destroyed my home and sent those aweful pirates after me and my staff."

"You turned my best friend into a guiney pig, Circe." Annabeth says back, sounding infuriated. I can't help but think Percy was turned into a guiney pig? I almost can't help myself from laughing, but given the situation we're in, I don't think it's a very appropriate time.

"I offered you a home and an immortal life with me. You could have become an implacable sorceress. But, no. Instead, you chose to go off with that disgusting boy and leave my family to die at the hands of those sickening pirates."

It gets quiet for a moment.

I then hear a loud Slap! and I hear Annabeth sob.

Percy must've recovered a little because he's sitting up against the stone wall. He seems dazed but confident. "Circe... please, I'm the one you want... just leave her alone."

Circe spins her body around to face him. "No, Son of Poseidon, you are not the one I want. Annabeth is, because she disrespected me. She turned down my offer to become my apprentice. She could've been extremely valuable, and she still can be." Circe turns back to Annabeth.

What can I do? I think to myself. Then I realize something. I need to get their attention!

"Stop!" I shout. Everyone turns on me. Now I need to try my best to act confident. "Leave them alone. If you're going to pick on anyone, pick on me."

Lycaon studies me. He shrugs and says, "Fine. I was planning on saving you for later, but if you say so." He waves his hand to the pale girl who I forgot was still here. She turns her head to me with a big smile.

She gets to me so fast, I hardly had time to blink. She stands face to face with me. She slowly brings one hand to my face and lightly rubs her fingers to my cheek. Her hand is so cold, it almost feels like ice. She stares deeply into my eyes. "Oh, Jason Grace. I've been waiting so long for this day." She looks almost sad as she says those words.

"Have we met before?" I ask.

Her eyes drift away as if recalling a long lost memory. "No, Jason. We have not. I am Lamia."

Lamia? Where do I know that name from? Then it hits me. In Greek mythology, Lamia was the vampiric demon that preyed on children.

Oh crap.

Her fingers seem to press harder against my cheek until she has me looking to my left. I suddenly feel shaky. I begin to ask, "Wait, what are you-"

I hear Piper shout, "Don't do it! Stop!" She was trying to use her charmspeak but it must not have worked because all I can think about is the excruciating pain of Lamia's fangs breaking through the skin of my neck.

Okay, this is a really vivid dream. I'm starting to doubt this is a dream at all.

I suddenly have no strength. It's like she completely drained my energy. My eyes are seeing spots and my ears are ringing so I can't tell at all what is going on until I finally feel her teeth unclench my neck. My knees buckle and I find it hard to stand, so I fall backwards and hit my back on the hard wall. I slide down the wall until I'm sitting on the cold floor.

"Jason? Jason, please say something. Are you alright?" Piper asks me but I can't answer. Instead, I start to shiver from the cold that is overwhelming my body. And I'm coughing a lot. I can't breathe, I think it has to do with what Lamia did to me... or made me.

The spots on my eyes start to dissipate. I look across the room to see Percy standing again. He's kind of wobbly, but other than that he seems fine. He appears to be studying Lycaon, who's looking at me, obviously pleased with himself. Every one of our captors is watching me. Now I think I know what Percy is thinking.

Percy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ballpoint pen. Riptide. I guess it's true that Riptide is always by Percy's side, even in his dreams.

He uncaps it and it elongates into a bronze, double-edged sword. He jumps at Lycaon from behind and jabs Riptide in front of his throat. Lycaon howls in rage.

"Didn't anyone think to disarm them?" Circe asks furiously.

"Nobody comes any closer. I'm not afraid to do it." Percy says with a sort of fire in his eyes that I've never seen before.

"Then we'll kill your friends."

Percy's expression changes from angry to suprised. He must've realized how unthoughtout his plan was.

"Percy, just let him go." Annabeth says. "I really don't want you or anyone else getting hurt."

Percy pauses. He shakes his head, "No. Nobody is going to get hurt besides you freaks." He says pointedly to our hosts.

Circe laughs out loud. "Percy Jackson, you can kill Lycaon if you wish. I'm done with him. I'm sure our patron won't mind. And after you kill him, I will kill you. Make your choice wisely."


A/N Hey, thanks for reading! I REALLY hope you like it. I'm trying my hardest. And I'm sorry that this chapter isn't as long as I'd hoped. I'll try to post chapter 3 asap but there's just so much going on. My little sisters birthday and homework and work... it really sucks. After I post this I gotta go help my mom make cupcakes. Ugh.. Anyways, I'll spend the weekend writing as many chapters as I can. Remember to REVIEW and check back for the next chapter soon!