Also posted this chapter on Facebook, too. I'll be keeping what I wrote as my initial author's note untouched. Also, this has to be the single fastest update I've ever done! YAY, ME!

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PART 2! Decided to get an earlier start this time....Again in Lynnette's POV.

HI HO SILVER, AWAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

When Lyzzette and I had checked out we met up again with Camille at the hotel lobby.

"We should leave this place," Lyzzette said. She was looking at the hotel's entrance. I knew she was waiting, expecting to see the giant and one-eyed men busting in to eat us...I wondered which one would want to eat me...

"We could go back to my father's house in London," Camille suggested quietly. "He will understand.....I think." She whispered the last part.

I didn't want to accept since she seemed a bit uncomfortable with her own suggestion. And with good reason. Here we were two complete strangers with her, running away from things that could very well be hallucinations...No. Lyzz and I having the same hallucination was...understandable. But Camille, a complete stranger to us, sharing our hallucination? No. This was just as we had worried for so long. Things things were most definitely real. i wondered how her father could even begin to comprehend.

"All right," Lyzzette said, accepting Camille's hesitant invitation.

Camille sighed. "We will need to buy some plane tickets, quickly. Before those...things find us." Camille was shivering. I realized just how alone she must have been feeling before she met us. At least Lyzz and I had each other.

"I'm not sure I have enough money for three plane tickets-"

"It's all right," I cut in. "Do you have enough for yourself?" She nodded. "Good."

"Let's get going," Lyzzette said.

We called another cab. According to Camille's cell phone, the closest airport with a flight to London in the next two hours was in Milan. The cab driver was not very excited about having to drive us such a long way, but we managed to convince him by offering up all of Camille's euros. I told her we'd pay for her ticket.

We arrived with a half-hour until take-off. We paid for our tickets with the American Express Platinum Card Lyzzette and I had been given...I don't quite recall when we were given the card. I think it was a gift from our father. No one had told us who it was from but we had a feeling.

Our mother was dead. One of those "wrong place, wrong time" scenarios. We couldn't even recall how she died or when. I knew that, afterwords some men in suits came and took us to a hotel on the west side of the United States. We were positive that Father had sent them. We stayed there for perhaps.... a month. But we didn't want to stay...We were watching Fashion Week on our room's TV, I think. And we decided. We would leave and become supermodels. We ran away from the hotel and found ourselves with suited men giving us this card and taking us to the airport, flying us out to Sweden, our mother's home country, set to start school at an academy for young women who wanted to be part of the entertainment business.

We've never met our father. We never knew anything about him. He simply wasn't there. But we never minded. I looked at Camille while we boarded our plane. She was so fortunate to know her father.
We found our seats. The three of us together in a first-class aisle. With nothing else to do, and desperate to forget what had brought us together, we resigned ourselves to talking about ourselves, trying to get to know each other.

.........

As it turns out Camille is not as fortunate as I had assumed. Despite having lived her whole life with her father in London, she had never met her mother. In a way I thought this was even more sad than our case. A mother's love is so very precious. Despite being only 8 years old when our mother died, Lyzzette and I still remember so very much about her. Her curly blonde hair and creamy white skin, both of which we had inherited from her. Her Swedish accent, the way she wouldn't take crap from anyone of our neighbors, who mocked her for being a single mother.

Mr. Brooks as it is, raised Camille all by himself. Or as Camille says, "paid a nanny to raise me, all by himself". As I understood it, he was some kind of business man who couldn't take time out of his busy schedule to raise his only daughter. Sad, really. When Camille mentioned wanting to be a model he signed he up for classes and shoots for her portfolio. We had had to do all of that by ourselves...

I think after a while Camille began to trust us more. I mean, I know Lyzz and I don't look very nice, even though we are. It's 'cause we're goths, I figure. We tend to have a kind of "deathly beautiful" appeal, or so this French University boy once told us. I guess it made us look kinda intimidating. It didn't help that we definitely had some of those days where we kinda feel like ripping people's throats out. And did I mention we have ADHD? Hyperactivity and grumpy-ness do not go well together, in case you were wondering.

When we finally touched down in London it was dawn. We had a quick breakfast at the airport and took a taxi to the Brooks house. It was one of those pretty townhouses; not too big, not too small.

When we entered there was a butler who greeted us and took our things to our rooms, mine and Lyzz's being the guest bedroom. Mr. Brooks wasn't here at the moment but Camille promised to introduce us.

She seemed much calmer now that she was in more familiar surroundings. Lyzzette was looking around, taking everything in.

For some reason I knew we wouldn't be staying very long.

..........

Now, why do I always have to be right?

You see, after Camille had given us the grand tour, shared her portfolio pictures with us and vice versa, given us a lovely lunch and introduced us to the perplexing lyrics of Lilly Allen, her father came home. And just in time for dinner, too.

Needless to say he was quite surprised at the sight of his daughter having arrived ahead of schedule and with two new, and dare I say slightly frightening, friends. I was a bit taken aback when she told about the one-eyed men and the giant. I had imagined she would make up some excuse for our unannounced presence here. But she'd come out with the truth. All while we ate dinner. Lyzzette nearly spit out her water from shock. He looked at us oddly for a moment then sighed and said in a resigned tone of voice, "It's just as well."

At this all three of us were quite perplexed. He clarified. "This letter came in for you yesterday," he handed her a white envelope. "From your mother."

Allow me to rephrase. He tried to clarify.

We all frowned. Camille looked at the letter in her hands with a mixture of longing and confusion. She glanced at us.

"Go on," Lyzzette coaxed.

"Open it," I smiled.

She opened it slowly. A white card flew out and hovered in front of her face. Camille squeaked. Lyzzette and I could only stare. Mr. Brooks did not seem very surprised.

The card seemed to glow. There was a symbol in gold on the center of the card. The symbol for Venus?

A voice came, from the card maybe? It was female and incredibly beautiful and wonderfully sweet.

"I , Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty, under oath of the River Styx and obligation of the wish so asked by Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon and hero of Olympus, do hereby claim Camille Brooks as my daughter." The same symbol on the card appeared over Camille's head, shimmering in a golden light.

Camille jumped a bit. Lyzzette and I could only stare. Mr. Brooks was chewing a piece of steak.

The voice spoke again. "You most report immediately to Camp Half-Blood at Half-Blood Hill in Long Island, New York in the United States of America, along with this card as identification. Have a safe journey and don't be eaten by monsters. " A smaller business card fluttered out of the envelope and deposited itself on the table, next to Camille's glass of water. It said:

Camp Half-Blood
Half-Blood Hill
Long Island, New York
United States of America
(800) 009-0009

Camille picked it up, awestruck. On the back were direction to get to this "Camp Half-Blood":

Exit on Route 25A.
Head through woods along the North Shore.
Farm Road 3.141, base of Half-Blood Hill.
Walk up to crest and enter Camp.
Beware of dragon on duty.

That last part about the dragon pretty much did it for all of us.

"Daddy, what's going on?" Camille sounded like she was very close to hysterics.

Mr. Brooks sighed and said, "It's just like it sounds. Your mother is Aphrodite. You are a demigod - half human and half god. And you apparently need to go to this 'Camp Half-Blood' place."

Camille was quite for a very long time. She went to bed without finishing her dinner. Lyzzette and I soon followed.

We had to share a queen-sized bed since there was only one guest bedroom. As I settled into the left side of the bed, Lyzzette shifted her body so she was facing me. She had a pensive look on her face.

"Lynnette," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think.....what happened with Camille and her mom.....do you think it might be the same with....with Father?"

I was quite for a long time.

Then I answered, "I don't know."

We fell asleep, those words drifting through our minds.

AWRIGHT! Finished before midnight! STYX YEA!

Those last few sentences were written while under the penetrating gaze of my mother....it was very uncomfortable....

YA HAPPY NOW GABBI?

Better publish this before the day is done!

2 minutes to midnight! eeep!

(FF.N A/N:)

In case anyone was wondering, Gabbi is my twinie and BFF. She was forcing me via Messenger and Facebook to finish the second part.

I don't rally like how this one came out...at least, not as much as the first chapter...

Feedback, good or bad, is always welcome. Just want to know someone's actually reading my stuff....

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