It took about two seconds before I began screaming and running down the sidewalk towards my mom.
"MOM! MOM!" I screamed as I unlocked the wooden door, the glass door resting against my back. I pushed it open, the glass door swinging shut as I walked into the house. I locked the door behind me, and I heard the frantic padding of my mother's feet on the wooden floor as she came to the greeting area.
"Honey, honey, what is it? Is someone following you? Are you okay? Is anything-" I cut her off.
"There was this-this monster, it was a woman, she-she had vampire teeth, and her-her legs were-they were messed up, I mean, I couldn't see them but I could-I could just tell. She t-tried to drag me away, but I-I-" I paused, gasping for breath as my body began to shake uncontrollably.
"Honey, oh honey…" She wrapped me in her arms, "I hoped this wouldn't happen, but, oh, I knew it would eventually." She sighed, and I only vaguely heard her words, my mind replaying the scene of the monster-woman again and again, "Let me make you some hot coco, then I'll… I'll explain things." She said, placing a hand on the small of my back and gently pushing me forward. I stumbled slightly, but went and sat on the couch.
I sat up straight, my hands folded and my jaw set. I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything besides the memory of the woman. What was she? How was she? What she had done, grown fangs, shouldn't be possible.
When my mother came back, I shook my head, pushing the memories out of my head. If she knew something, anything at all about what had happened, then I should probably listen so I don't have nightmares about it till the day I die.
"Okay… wow, I don't know how to say this…" My mom said as she sat down next to me, letting out a sigh as she ran a hand through her light brown hair, "You know who the Greek Gods are, don't you?" She asked and I sighed.
"Yes mom, I do. Do you actually know who-what that lady was, or are you going to quiz me on religions?" I asked, frowning at her slightly.
"And you know about demi-gods, or half-gods? Like Hercules." She explained farther as an afterthought, and I nodded, sighing.
"Yes…" I mumbled, resting my chin in my hand.
"And that they come… eh, onto this earth when a god and a mortal… mate." She said, struggling for words a few times.
"I'm not five, mom. And yes, I do." I said, faking a yawn. I took a sip from my hot coco as she struggled to find her next words.
"Alright… the gods are real. They actually do mate with mortals, and there are actually quite a few demigods. A thousand living right now at the most, though some don't know they are the offspring of a god or goddess." She said, her speech steadily growing faster until she finished. I slowly looked up at her, a smirk slowly creeping onto my face. At least she was trying to talk about something funny to take my mind off things.
"Its not April Fools yet, mom. Good try. But really, if you don't know anything about that-that thing then just says so." I said, and she sighed, looking frustrated.
"Go pack a few weeks worth of clothes, and a tooth brush and stuff. Hurry, don't question me." She said, when I was about to protest. I frowned at her, but obeyed, since she barely was the type to joke, and when she did it was a miserably obvious joke, like the one she'd just told me about the demi-gods and gods and how their real.
I grabbed a duffle I'd gotten from Disneyland a few years ago, stuffing it with clothes before going to the bathroom my mom and I shared and stuffing it with all my stuff in the bathroom. Its not like I had a huge amount of 'primping' tools. Or any. Besides my brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, conditioner, shampoo, and hair bands, I really didn't need anything. Or have anything.
I changed into a t-shirt and knee-high kakis before slipping on a pair of flip flops, before putting my hair up in a ponytail.
"Ready. Now can I ask a question?" I called as I walked to her room.
"Yes, honey." She said, grabbing the keys to the apartment once she'd slid on a pair of shoes. She held open the apartment door for me, and I put the duffle bags strap over my shoulder, grabbing a pair of tennis shoes and shoving them in my bag before leaving.
"Where are we going?" I asked as she locked the door. She hailed a taxi, and as it pulled up, she turned to me, putting her arm around my shoulder and rubbing it slowly as she turned back to the road. She sighed, pursing her lips.
"Camp Half-Blood."
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