Hey all, I don't know who all is reading this but I hope you enjoy. This story is a bit darker and I hope that suits some of your fancies as it does mine. Enjoy.
A dark haired boy swerved between the trees having been assigned the job of border patrol for the middle of the day. He didn't mind really. He had liked having friends and all, but he missed the quiet of the Underworld that he had grown so accustomed to. The alone time among the trees was relished in his mind, and he could not wait to be out skating the edge of the border only to stand there and do nothing. Everyone else would be at lunch and he would not be bothered by any of them.
The people that he could really stand were gone or missing. Annabeth was gone with these new kids named Jason and Piper. They were all three on a quest together to find Percy Jackson the only other person Nico di Angelo could really tolerate amongst the madness of Camp Half-Blood.
Nico kicked up the dirt letting it scatter in the air like a fine mist until it resettle leaving a divot where his foot had met the Earth. He was sure Mother Earth would not appreciate it, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He stayed on his feet as long as he could until he became lazy and tired resting. His back was pressed to a tree as he slid to the ground taking a seat. His legs were extended out in front of him so that his feet passed the border without him realizing it.
He closed his eyes for a moment only to find that he felt as if he were being watched. His eyelids fluttered open to be graced with the beauty of a girl who was walking through entanglement of trees until she was standing at his feet. She kicked the soles of his shoes smiling at him with a sweet grin.
"What are you doing outside of camp borders?" Nico asked as if he had seen her before. He could've sworn he had. She was somewhere in his memories and he could place her face to a gentle name that just seemed to fit her so perfectly, but he could not recall the place at which they had ever met.
"I decided to go for a stroll," she giggled as he got to his feet straightening out his clothes self consciously. He moved sporadically as if he were nervous in front of her tugging at his jacket furiously. The winter was just beginning to calm down into the spring so the cool winds seemed to rush at them full on making her hair move into her face but it didn't seem to bother her.
"I'm sorry," Nico finally said extending a hand to her as he moved a bit closer, "I could've sworn I've seen you somewhere before, and I'm almost positive I know your name. But, could you remind me?"
She took her hand from her side and set it against his slowly letting her fingers curl around his. When he looked down at their joined hands smiling she looked to his blade sheathed at his side making sure to be careful of it. Her eyes flashed black and we he looked up her eyes quickly became what he wanted them to be.
"My name is Cara. You probably haven't seen me around that much because I'm the daughter of a minor god. We run different circles and I don't have to come here very often." She shrugged and dropped his hand not having even bothered to shake it. She slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and started to move back slightly.
"Be careful of the border," Nico warned quickly grabbing her arm to stop her from moving back too far as if they hadn't passed the border all ready.
"Oh, I'm very careful of the border," she smiled at him letting the lie set into his mind as he thought about what he truly wanted. Cara hadn't backed up to make him worry, no; they were outside of the borders now. She was very much aware of the border. She had back up because the border was pulsing as if it knew she were too close to one of its inhabitants.
"So who is your godly parent?" Nico asked dropping her arm when he realized he had never intended on letting go. Her whole appearance seemed to be getting to him, but he guess it was just the way she was. It was an essence her godly parent must have given to her. Or at least that was how he reasoned it in his mind.
"I am a daughter of Eros, god of—,"
"Sexual desires," was he the first thing that came to Nico and he had repeated his thoughts aloud within the instant. Cara's face burned bright red and it only took a moment for him to realize what he had said. "Oh gods, Cara, I'm so sorry, I don't know where that came from," Nico apologized frantically rubbing his forehead with his hand in disappointment in himself.
"No, no, it's okay," she smiled still having the red powdered across her face, "I'd say it happens it often, but truly it's just flattering." Cara dismissed it with a wave of her hand and a shrug of her shoulders as if that was all it would take. His comment would forever be engrained in his own head though. It was humiliating to an extent where he couldn't believe it was self inflicted. "Well," she sighed looking up at the sky as if she were reading the hour by its height, "I will be heading to my cabin. How about you meet me here tomorrow? Maybe I can get to know you better." Cara smiled at him with her teeth showing as if their plans made her the happiest she had ever been.
"I'll be here," he assured her immediately nodding. "Same time that we met today?" he asked pretending like he could read the sun as well.
Cara nodded and walked along the outside of the border just as he turned away and stepped back into it. He never noticed the change in weight of protection for which Cara was grateful for. This was already going to be hard enough tricking a son of Hades, but now he would have to do it through the borders of a camp she had never been able to penetrate.
No matter the difficulty of the situation, it would be done. She would have to work around it and that would start with the meeting with him the next day.
As the days passed she grew more enticing to him. She was able to search into his thoughts and see that attitude he wanted to match her appearance. She was to be flirty and graceful as if she had taken many years of a dance class she did not want to admit to, and he lapped it up. Their meetings became more frequent and normal and without a lush amount of friends no one questioned his disappearances into the woods.
Their first kiss only happened a few days later after their first meeting. She had drawn him outside of the borders and kissed him with a passion that only a satyr would know to be a facade because they would only have the nose to smell through the vanilla she had used to hide her scent from the di Angelo boy. As those kissed grew longer and more passionate she pulled him farther from the borders of a camp. She blurred the lines of where exactly the border stood drew a new one each day until they were a good ten feet from the protection of his precious camp.
One day three weeks or so later she had him backed up to a tree. He was shirtless and had a hand under her shirt caressing her body gently with his rough hands. She had him to the point where he didn't care for their surroundings at all, only her. This was her venom at work, but in order to complete her orders she would need more than just this. She would have him hooked on her and make him think he couldn't live without her. She had worked so hard and gotten so far in so little time but it still wasn't good enough.
"Nico," Cara pulled away from him looking deep into his eyes and watching as his heavy breathing seemed to make his eyes look even more inquisitive, "I want you, all of you," her voice was a hoarse breath and his eyes raced. He couldn't decide if he was hearing what he thought he was hearing. "Nico, I want you to take me. I'm giving myself to you," she whispered confirming his beliefs.
Nico moved away from her slightly kissing her forehead tenderly before grabbing his shirt. He pulled it on hastily and then grabbed Cara's hand dragging her toward the borders. But, just before she crossed the lines into the camp only to be zapped backwards she stopped. She pulled her hand from Nico's and stopped. He turned to look at her in frenzy, sad that she had suddenly changed her mind.
"Invite me," Cara asked smiling as if she were just being cute. She acted as if she were acting out one of her own fantasies. "Repeat after me:" her smile grew as if crossed his arms over his chest listening intently, "I, Nico di Angelo," his words echoed hers but a bit louder as if she were whispering them to an actor on stage, "give permission to Cara to enter the grounds." Nico finished and Cara ran forward to him and grabbed his hand again.
They raced along the grass of the strawberry fields looking around as they ran hoping no one would catch them. Cara only wished to not run into any satyrs that might sniff her out as an outsider. But, despite the dangers, they were able to hide away into the darkness of Nico's cabin where Cara gave herself to Nico di Angelo, only to make him hers.
When the deed was done they lay scantily glad beneath the sheets. He had an arm around her holding her close as she had her head laid on his chest. Her leg was draped over his midsection her petite body stay still against Nico who seemed so much bigger than she was. This was who Nico wanted, a girl that he could protect, a girl that would follow him to world's end because he was her way of staying alive. The way she acted and looked around him made her exactly that. His fantasy.
However, this fantasy was far from coming true. Instead of him protecting her and being stronger than her in every way, she had just become his master in a sense. Though he was under no spell, his decisions were made through the lust for her. Her venom was deep in his veins and renewed every time she allowed him a kiss. In so many ways, she had already completed her job, but there was more to come, much more.
"Nico, I need you to do something for me," Cara whispered as she moved her fingertips along his chest.
"What is it Cara? Anything, you name it." Nico answered as if he were still on a high of hormones. That was exactly what he was on, but it wouldn't fade. He would do anything and everything for her at this point.
"I have to admit to you that I'm not a daughter of Eros. I'm a siren," the new didn't shake him he didn't even react in fact he took it as if she had said nothing. "Your friends here at camp won't accept me though because I am a monster. They won't allow me to be with you."
"Then they're not my friends," Nico whispered and kissed the top of her head.
"That'll make it much easier on you when I ask you to do this," her eyes suddenly became that deathly never ending pit of black. They glistening in the light with their menacing gloss that would've shaken Nico had he seen it, but her eyes were hidden from him. "Nico, I need you to kill them. All of them."
"Cara, there are hundreds of campers here right now because it's almost summer and you want me to kill all of them." In truth, she had expected this kind of answer, but he had spewed nothing but logic. It was one against hundreds. He didn't sound regretful. He had no moral objection.
"You're a son of Hades, Nico. You can use armies of the dead, but until you can do that for me. I can't come back," Cara rose from the bed here eyes flickering back to the color he wanted to see. She got dressed slowly pulling them on in silence, and as she moved for the back door he stopped her.
"It'll be done," Nico promised standing from the bed and pulling on his boxers. "Come back by sunset tomorrow. I promise you. They'll all be gone." He walked up to her pleadingly taking her hand. "Just promise me you will return," he whispered pressing his forehead to hers.
With a gentle brush of her lips past his she made her promise and left the cabin leaving Nico behind to think about what he would do to start the end of the camp. His mind cranked at full speed as he got dressed. Finally, he decided.
He grabbed his blade and his skull ring sliding it onto finger with determination. Nico di Angelo walked to the dining pavilion where the tables sat across the roofless slab of marble. With the swiftness of a bird he dug his blade hilt deep into the marble as if the stone were only butter. He chanted in Greek as the small crack he had made split the whole pavilion. Darkness opened up in front of him and skeletal armies began to pull themselves from its depth.
"Attack the half-bloods and Chiron; you can rest when they're all dead." Nico ordered and the skeletons charged forward into the crowd of half bloods that had been training. Helplessly, the children grabbed the nearest weapon and began to try and hack at the skeletons. Without the planning for such an attack the struggles were immediate. Battles cries of Nico's warriors could be heard along with the cries of children as they demanded an answer from their parents that were still locked away in Olympus.
"Take it down!" Nico bellowed as a skeletal horse joined him. He mounted the steed and rode into the massacre. "Fight until there is not another living soul in sight!" his screaming reached everyone in the camp. His fellow campers only looked at him. Some had tears in their eyes from the betrayal as they tried to figure out what they had done.
The younger kids were being cornered by a hoard of skeletons but that didn't faze Nico. The haze over his vision and the clouds in his mind were what affected him most. He would get her back, by this time tomorrow all of the children of Olympus would be dead inside these borders and he would feel no regret. He would only feel happiness because only then could he be with his love.
The siren was in the form of the blonde with purely black eyes. She was leaning against Thalia's tree and smile at the scene before her. Battle after battle, only the veterans of the war seemed to be able to pull their wits. The younger kids were simple left to die on their own. The teens that protected the tikes were taken down immediately leaving the younger generation defenseless.
She could almost hear the laughter of Enkelados since only the giants could view they magnificent sight. Silly gods couldn't even help their children because they were so afraid. It only made the job easier. The siren had done only a small portion that would give the giants a huge advantage. Demigods fell at a rapid pace and soon the skeletons fell too as their jobs ceased.
The siren slipped the Golden Fleece from the pine tree that sat along on its hill top view. Immediately, the tree seemed to wilt. The siren smirked as she turned from the ghastly sight that only put a smile on her face. With the snap of her fingers the tree set on fire. The orange flames licked at its needles, tearing at its bark and flesh. The dragon slept through it all as it was curled around the trunk. Though sleeping wouldn't be much of an explanation. The dagger that was on the inside of it vulnerable mouth left it for dead.
The siren would return for Nico at sunset the next day. There was no doubting that, but on top of Half-Blood Hill near midnight peace burned along with the tree that rested on its crest.
There is chapter two. I hope you all liked it. I enjoyed writing a lot of it. Let me know what you think and your opinion good or bad. Bring it on Flamers.
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wisegirlindisguise