A/N: I won't be making her get claimed yet because I honestly think that it's annoying when the OC's get claimed so quickly. Also, there won't be those kind of cliché story plots where a guy comes and steals the girl away, blah blah blah. Nuh-uh.

AND IF YOU REVIEWED, THANK YOU! *carelessly tosses you guys some sushi and ignores the fact that some of the sushi splattered on your heads, generally making a mess*

Info about me for my stalkers: I love to eat gummies, steak, crab-meat sushi and cotton candies. I hate veggies, and I always will. Too lazy to write more, so until next time. (I basically also told you that I'm lazy)

I POSTED MY DRAWINGS OF CELINA ONTO MY DEVIANTART ACCOUNT!

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Chapter summary: I know Greek, and we make pasta.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[I Just]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Fang!" Celina felt relieved, but also a little muddled. Why? Because the black mastiff was now as big as a truck even though it was still a bit smaller than the monster.

"Roof!" Her now huge pet (?) barked at her, and seemed to be happy to see her. Maybe his transformation made his brain a bit bigger?

"You have a hellhound as a pet?" Celina jumped a foot into the air when the guy just appeared behind her.

She whirled around to face him, face slightly red from anger and annoyance. "So you decide to just turn up after my dog came save the day, huh? And Fang's not a hellhound; he's a dog, a black mastiff!"

"I was sneaking up behind the hellhound, but apparently, you didn't really need my assistance. Your hellhound, however, might need some help." Celina was annoyed that he ignored her second comment, but turned around and saw that he was right, because Fang had been pinned onto the ground by the bigger dog even though he was clawing the hellhound viciously.

"Fang, when the hell were you so weak!" Celina shouted at her struggling dog, and charged in to save her pet, ignoring the dude's calls for her to stay back. She snatched the bent telephone pole from the ground and impulsively swung it as hard as she could at the hellhound's ear. Celina's instinct seemed to have been right because the delicate skin of the hound's ear began to bleed. Shaking its head to get rid of the pain, the hellhound's grip on Fang loosened, allowing him to shake it off.

"Hey, fat ass, you okay?" Celina knelt beside her dog, disregarding the growling monster behind them. Her choice of words made it seem like she didn't care about her dog, but she did. It was just her way of expressing love.

"You might want to turn around now, since there's a blood-thirsty monster here," The boy's voice drew her attention back to him. He had his back to her, holding his black sword out in front of him, pointed at the dog. The sword gave Celina a bad feeling, as though it was radiating negative energy, and the hellhound seemed to feel it too, for it was hesitating.

She had a bad feeling that the fear-factor wouldn't work for much longer though, so she told the dude.

The moment that Celina's words left her mouth, the monster pounced on the guy, even though it was more like the 'lunging-to-flatten-you-into-a-pancake' kind of pouncing, not the cute little kitten pouncing one.

"You just had to jinx it, didn't you?" The black dude grumbled as he leapt out of the way, nicking the hellhound on the leg. The dog monster howled in pain, even though Celina saw that it was only a little scratch.

"Not deep enough," The guy commented, slashing upwards, but the beast jumped away in time.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock, 'cause honestly, that sword's like a tooth pick compared to that thing," Celina replied sarcastically. Fang shook his head a few times before standing. The hellhound (not Fang, the other one) growled immediately when Fang got to his paws and body-slammed him, pro-style. Doggy monsters must like to watch pro-wrestling stuff, since Fang would sometimes bark and slaughter a couch cushion until Celina turned on the wrestling channel or something.

But it wasn't the time for her weird random thoughts, so Celina quickly shook that thought away.

"You aren't going to help my dog? I know that he's miraculously all big and stuff now, but the other dog's seriously just kick-ass huge," She poked the guy. He twitched.

"Your… pet didn't 'miraculously become big and stuff', as you put it. He was always this big, but the Mist obscured your sight," He said patiently. "And he's not a dog, he's a hellhound, straight from the Fields of Punishment."

"And you're a psycho," Celina snapped at him. Seriously, who was he to start spouting about other people's dogs being a monster in Greek Mythologies? Even if it was one of the only topics that she was interested in, it was still just a fantasy in her mind (a.k.a, any sane person's mind).

"You don't even know how many people have said that before," The guy sighed, and Celina could see that he was dead serious from his stony expression.

"Uh… Okay? Moving on…" Celina said considering that they were in a dangerous situation after all. She'd expected for the dude to answer, to have a plan or something, but she didn't expect him to tackle her to the ground to avoid a black blur from colliding into them.

Her eyes grew to the size of a home-plate. "Oh no, that son of a bitch did not just try to do that."

That, as in trying to kill them while they were clearly talking. Why is it that bad guys could talk in the middle of a battle and the hero just answers back, but when the roles are reversed, the baddies just ignore whatever you're talking about and attack you?

"Actually, that hellhound over there's a female," The guy said nonchalantly as he blocked the monster's teeth with his sword. But Celina didn't care about what he just said, because she was too busy being pissed at the monster that had knocked her dog out.

"Then she's the bitch," She spat, carefully stepping in between Fang and the hellhound. Said monster snarled at her, lashing her claws out at Celina but had to pull her paw back to avoid having it cut off by the dude's sword. The hellhound growled angrily.

"It really doesn't like you calling her that, so you might want to stop or she'll go berserk," The boy informed her, still keeping the monster busy while talking. Celina doubted that he was having trouble since he was so calm.

"Are you trying to tell me that she's not berserk already and that you can understand her?" Celina yelped when the hellhound succeeded in cutting the boy on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I am, and being able to talk to them is a handy tool when one wants to kill you," He hissed, but continued to guard against the monster's attacks.

"How the hell are you still so calm about all this?!" Celina yelled at him, sure that the cut was pretty darn deep.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because this happens a lot around me-!" Unfortunately, he didn't get to finish whatever he wanted to say because his opponent scooped up a garbage can and tossed it at him. It hit him in the chest and he fell down. The monster howled in triumph and bore down at him, jaws open to probably maul him as brutally as Fang had mauled Celina's couch cushions. But unlike couch cushions, a life can't be replaced with cotton and a lot of crappy sewing.

So instead of standing paralyzed, Celina decided to bust some monster heads.

"Hey, ugly, those people down there not putting you on a diet? You'll need one soon before you explode from all those fat!" She yelled at the hellhound. To her own credit, that was one of her best insults ever, which proves that she sucked at making up insults.

The dude, who was still on the ground with his sword raised to defend himself, shouted at her in disbelief as blood continued to seep out of his shoulder wound. "Don't provoke the monster, you idiot!"

Celina ignored him, and the monster apparently decided to do that too. The hellhound switched targets and narrowed her eyes at Celina instead. So maybe she was supposed to actually have a plan or some kind of idea before charging into a suicidal fight, but hey, she had a life to save.

"Pray to whatever cereal-loving gods out there to save your butt, asshole!" She didn't know where the cereal god part had come from, but Celina threw a trash can's lid that she grabbed randomly at the hellhound. It spun like a frisbee and unbelievably bashed into the monster's face. That's got to be the first time that she actually hit her target with something that she threw.

"Grrrr…." The monster growled in annoyance when the lid smacked into her snout, but it didn't do any damage at all other than annoying the crap out of her.

She glared at Celina, but Celina glared back. The hellhound was going to attack, but it froze when Celina shouted at it, "παγώσει!"

Freeze. Now where did that come from? It certainly wasn't English, or she was a flying hedgehog.

Surprisingly, the hellhound did stop in her track, and was now staring down at Celina with wide eyes, as though it had just suddenly realized something. Celina stared back, and they maintained the eye contact for about 10 seconds before the hellhound inclined her head, as though doing a tiny bow. Guess she had too much of an over-sized ego to bow properly, huh.

"Uh… Good girl?" She seemed calm enough now, so Celina hesitantly reached out a hand to pet the formerly ferocious monster, and it actually allowed her to do so.

The guy spoke up, and Celina was guilty to admit that she had forgotten about him even though she had just charged into the fight to save his life in the beginning. "You tamed her?"

Celina turned around to face him and although she could see the blood stain on his jacket sleeve, the wound didn't seem to be bleeding anymore like it had just… sealed up.

"I guess?" She shrugged. "It's strange and all that, but I'm going to check on my dog if you don't mind moving your ass out of the way."

The guy stepped aside, and Celina knelt beside her dog and saw that Fang was back to normal size, looking like he always did except for a few cuts. Pretty scratched up, but it was nothing serious.

"Right then, I guess that I'll have to carry you," Celina sighed before standing up. She located a board (which was rotting a little bit, but oh well) and carried it back to where Fang was. She managed to lift/shove him onto the board before grabbing his collar and dragged him behind her as she walked along with the board. She had only taken a few steps before the hellhound poked her gently on the shoulder with her claw.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot about you. What's wrong?" Celina tilted her head back to look up at the now tame monster. The hellhound nudged her hand that held Fang's collar, and continued to do so until Celina let go of it. She (the hellhound) then proceeded to lie down next to Fang. She looked at Celina with her black eyes as though waiting for her to do something.

"You're going to carry him?"

The hellhound barked and nodded her head 'yes'. It was just a little bit weird that the monster that had tried to kill her a few minutes ago was now obedient. Again, the hellhound nudged Fang with her nose.

'Oh well, less work for me,' Celina thought. She turned around to talk to the guy.

"Give me a hand, will you?" She said, gesturing towards the two dogs. He wordlessly walked over and grabbed Fang's collar, all the while giving the hellhound a puzzled look. Together, they worked Fang up onto the hellhound's back.

"Alright, now that's over with. You want to come over to eat? It's almost lunchtime anyways," Celina directed the question at the dude. He gave a strange look. Huh, wonder why.

"Are you honestly just inviting a stranger to eat lunch with you?"

Celina shrugged, "Why not? And besides, we just fought for our lives together. Doesn't that make us acquaintances?"

The guy continued staring at her with that look that probably meant he thought she was crazy. "I'm pretty sure that acquaintances are supposed to at least know each other's names."

"Oh, come on, loosen up a bit. The name's Celina Yang, by the way," Celina held her hand up to him. He stayed silent and stared it for a while before he shook it.

"Nico di Angelo."

"That's an Italian name, right? Then we're going to have pasta! I think I have tomatoes… Do you need tomatoes to make pasta?" Nico seemed amused to say the least, but he didn't stop her from dragging him out of the alley as she talked to herself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[Don't Know]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nico was finding this girl stranger and stranger by the second. First of all, she didn't even lock her front door, which isn't something you'd do unless you want to get robbed or killed in you sleep, especially if she really was a demigod like he thought. She was weird, no doubt about that. Take her reaction when he asked her why she didn't lock her door as an example.

"Why should I lock my door?" She had kicked her door open with obvious skill. The hellhound had shrunk down (whether it was the effect of the mist or something monsters could do, Nico wasn't really sure. He never was good with monster business) and followed her in, carrying the pet hellhound on her back.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you could get robbed, killed, shot, raped, poisoned, ambushed, pranked, or taken hostage?" Nico had merely listed the possibilities off the top of his head, and yes, you have to beware getting pranked in your sleep if you're within a 10 mile radius of the Stoll brothers and Hermes cabin.

The girl – Celina Yang, if Nico's memory served him well – gave him a flat look. "And you, mister, might get dragged to a mental hospital. Come on in, and make sure that you put your shoes over there properly or I'll castrate you."

Nico looked over to where she was pointing and placed his black sneakers there according to her wishes. He didn't take delight in causing physical harm on himself, thank you very much. He was also still wary of the girl. The way she'd commanded that hellhound to stop and the fact that she had a hellhound as a pet… he couldn't figure out who her godly parent could be. Her hellhound could be like Mrs. O'Leary, but he doubted it.

He could've taken out that hellhound easily. Don't be mistaken, Nico wasn't that weak, but the hellhound was one that Hades particularly liked before it had suddenly became hostile. Something about a daisy and Persephone, but Nico hadn't listened. Anyhow, he had been trying to bring the hellhound under control without killing it, but it had been bigger than he thought, even bigger than Mrs. O'Leary.

"Yo, Di Angelo, you going to help with the pasta? You might have a lower chance of getting food poisoning that way."

But for now, Nico would just observe the girl. If she showed the signs of a demigod, he would bring her to camp.