Disclaimer: Well, if I owned the rights to Teen Wolf TMI or Percy Jackson my life would be really freaking awesome. My life is sadly not really freaking awesome. The lives of Jeff Davis, Rick Riordan, and Cassandra Clare are really freaking awesome. They own this stuff. I'm just adding a character and changing some things around. You cannot take my character from me!
The space where the party was being held looked like it was an industrial warehouse that had been converted into a loft. Kyla eyed the neon, gyrating crowed on the dance floor and spared a quick moment to feel bad for whoever owned this place. She had to imagine that that individual had not been informed of the party and would probably not be happy about it.
Upon arrival, Kyla had tried weaving her way through the mob, trying to figure out who in the mob was something other than human. It had quickly become evident that there where just way too many people around for that to work. So Kyla had instead found higher ground by climbing a narrow metal staircase that curved above the D.J. booth.
As the daughter of Artemis, Kyla could always tell when supernatural creatures were around her, and what they were. It was an ability that had proved useful for both protection and tracking during hunts, but it wasn't so reliable in a crowd as big as this where everyone was constantly moving. So she had found a perch and begun to watch until something jumped out at her.
There! She focused in on a tall boy who's chest was bare except for neon green body paint. He was talking to a girl who's hair looked like it was a few shades redder and blonder than her own. The girl looked like she was trying to ignore him. A perfect carbon copy of the boy was dancing near by. Werewolves a helpful little instinct in the back of her mind said. The label banshee attached it's self to the girl. Not that she really knew very much about banshees. Her brain just kind of made those distinctions. Another quick scan of the crowd revealed two more werewolves and a kitsune.
What in the hell is a kitsune? she wondered. She didn't get an answer.
She sighed and let her eyes roam over the crowd again. Apparently she had found a wolf pack. Fabulous. Her vacations sucked. A frown wrinkled her forehead when she noted that most of the people she had pinpointed had left the dance floor.
Her frown depend as she noticed a tall, broad shouldered figure pushing his way purposefully through the crowd and towards the D.J booth. As the man moved closer, Kyla could see that he looked older than most of the other partiers. Also, not drunk. Or neon. Thick, dark eyebrows arched severely over serious dark eyes, and his jaw was scattered with a thick layer of stubble. His face seemed purposefully blank and angry.
If she had to guess, Kyla would say that this would be the uninformed owner of this lovely venue. A security guard tried to sop the man's approach which the man handled by lifting the security guard by the throat. Werewolf her brain established. The werewolf uninformed owner of this lovely venue.
The aforementioned (and really rather attractive looking) uninformed werewolf then proceeded to flip over the entire D.J. table, plunging the room into sudden silence. Kyla winced internally. That equipment had probably been expensive. Everyone stopped dancing and turned to stare at the werewolf who took two steps forward and then bellowed "GET OUT!" His voice was unquestionably commanding and more than a little pissed off.
There was a moment of dead silence and then "Damn dude!" someone exclaimed. The loft emptied in seconds as the ravers hurried to escape the palpable wrath of the clearly angry twenty-something year old. Kyla considered leaving then in the crush of people. She knew if she went now then she could go unnoticed, but instead she decided to stay and watch events unfold. She could always play the Clave membership card if she couldn't sneak her way out. Another thing her heritage occasionally ended up being good for was that the threat of powerful friends occasionally got her out of trouble.
The remaining occupants of the room ended up being the dark haired loft owner werewolf, the werewolf twins, another werewolf who was tall thin blonde boy who was standing next to a seemingly human dark haired girl in a pink tank top, the banshee, and the Asian kitsune girl. The girls hand was clasped in a hand belonging to a Hispanic teenaged boy. Her mind was quick to label him as the Alpha of the wolf pack. Though the older man who had yelled at everyone to get out certainly had an aura of power and competence about him.
Before anyone could say or do anything, a cold chill seemed to ripple through the air. The hair on Kyla's arms stood straight on end, and the back of her neck prickled. Several smoky black hooded figures appeared in the loft below and every occupant of the room tensed.
Kyla's bow appeared immediately in her hands, the wood glowing slightly under her fingers. A silver arrow was notched and ready to fire. The familiar weight of her quiver appeared slung reassuringly across her shoulders. Kyla wasn't officially one of her mother's hunters, the whole swearing off boys forever thing didn't really appeal to her all that much. However, her weapons worked on the same principals of appearing when she needed them or felt threatened.
With an early silent synchronicity, all eight of the hooded figures turned to look at the twin with the neon chest paint. "Guys," the boy said, a note of uncertainty and fear in his voice. "They're all looking at me," the urgency of his voice was growing. Kyla couldn't blame him. She would be freaked out too. "Why are they all looking at me?!"
Kyla spared a moment to feel bad for the guy, but most of her focus was on choosing her target. Of course, that was a little more difficult when there were eight identical options to pick from. In the end she could probably hit all of them with enough time, but picking a place to start was kind of reassuring. If she knew situations like this like she thought she did, deep shit was probably about to start either going down or hitting the fan. Possibly it would be doing both.
In 5...4...3...2 there we go! Everyone launched into a fight all at once. That was very nearly enough to throw her aim off completely, but Kyla was a good enough shot that she could pick out a moving target and follow it. As long as no one in the mess below did anything too screwy. Oh gods, there was no hope.
The dark haired man who owned this pace used one quick movement to break the neck of the creature that was nearest to him. Oni her brain said. Yet another species of the supernatural no one had ever informed her about. The move was quick and clean, and Kyla probably would have appreciated it if the Oni's neck hadn't snapped it's self back around.
Well... shit. Apparently this was the time for some kind of action. She lined up her arrow string, fletching, shaft, head, target. With a quick twitch of her fingers the string released and launched the arrow at her target. It buried it's self through the eye slight of the creature and the oni exploded in a black cloud.
Kyla allowed herself a small smile before dropping quickly to the floor. The werewolf with the dark eyes whose life she had probably just saved whipped around to try to find who had shot the arrow. Electric blue eyes like a huskies searched the loft piercingly. Kyla felt oddly relieved when the fight drew the wolf's focus away from her. She had known people before with looks that made it feel like they could look straight through you. Annabeth and Jason had them, so did Jace, Percy, and Alec. For someone with as many secrets as Kyla, those looks were frightening.
The arrow clattered to the ground and Kyla made a mental note to try to recollect it later. If she couldn't it wasn't the end of the world. One of the beautiful things about her quiver was that it had been enchanted to never be empty. But still, she believed the term that human snipers used was "policing the brass". Well okay, so technically she was using silver, but who really cared about technicalities?
The oni had turned and zeroed in on the alpha boy and the kitsune girl. The alpha's face had morphed in to it's wolf visage, and his eyes had turned a searing blood red. The kitsune girl looked absolutely terrified. Well that was awkward. Apparently someone hadn't been clued in on the whole werewolf thing.
The first specks of golden light crept slowly into the loft making Kyla blink. Her mother being the goddess of the moon combined wit Kyla's life as a shadowhunter meant that she was used to a nocturnal schedule. Her eyes were pretty well adjusted to seeing in the dark. Unexpected bright lights always made her shut her eyes. It was occasionally a weakness during a fight, but her eyes simply worked that way.
When she opened her eyes again the Oni were gone. "What the hell were those things?" the banshee girl asked. Kyla gave her a quiet round of applause for getting straight to the point, and actually asking the important questions. Every group needed at least one person like that. Without Clary, Alec, and Annabeth, half of the people she knew would probably never get anything done.
Tall, blonde, and skinny looked meaningfully at the brunet human next to her. "Your dad's twenty-four hours are up."
Dad? Oohh... The plot thickens. Kyla scooted forwards to the edge of the landing and sat with her legs folded neatly under her. She folded her hand together on the edge of the railing and leaned her chin on top of them. She got the feeling that she could be in for a very long story.
A/N: So how was it? I didn't get any reviews on the last chapter :( Pouty face. come on guys! I need to know if you guys think I'm doing a good job. If you think that this whole story sucks I'll ditch it and actually do the AP homework I'm supposed to be doing. Review for me!
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