Disclaimer: The PJO series isn't mine.

Annabeth POV

The plane ride to Greece was grueling. A ten hour flight with one stop in London is not my idea of a good time. Plus, as an added bonus, I had to sit between my father and a very talkative grandma. This lady blabbed about her grandchildren for hours.

I kept looking around nervously the entire flight because flying isn't always safe for demigods. Concealing a bronze knife with all of that airport security is not an easy task so I was force to send my knife with my luggage… in a completely different plane.

My dad kept patting my shoulder and telling me to calm down but that tense feeling was running through my veins. I needed to be alert.

"Sweetheart, everything's fine. Oh look, here comes the drink cart. Buy yourself a soda and try to relax." Dad was trying to be assuring but I still felt trapped. If something was wrong I couldn't very well engage in combat in the coach section of a plane.

"Drinks? Would you like to but a beverage, miss?" The flight attendants voice was really calming. She had some type of an accent, like a combination of southern and English.

"That's alright ma'am. I'm just not thirst--" I didn't finish my sentence because the red-head I was looking at was stunningly beautiful. Everything about her face allured me. Her skin was flawless; her smile was warm and friendly.

And yet, the more I looked at her, the uglier she seemed. I noticed that her teeth looked too pointy. Her red hair seemed way too bright. And her posture was awful, she was standing lopsided.

Concentrate, Annabeth, there's something fishy about her!

Then it hit me. She had fangs, not teeth. Her red hair was flames. The reason she was standing crookedly was because her legs didn't match. She had a donkey's leg and one made of bronze.

"You're a… an em… an empousa! Dad! Help me!" I nudged my dad hard in the ribs but just frowned at me.

"Sweetie, we don't stare at people! I'll have a ginger ale, please." He barely looked up from his paper to me and the monster/flight staff.

"You'll get your drink when I get mine. My drink is of her blood!" The sweet accent was gone. Now the empousa hissed when she spoke.

"I thought empousi only drank the blood of young men. Why did you have to come after me?" Stalling with monsters was usually a good way to buy some time and this empousa was milking the attention.

"Arg! According to my training counselor on flight 903, drinking human blood is beneath me. He says to wait and drink from half-bloods. You puny mortals put up an entertaining fight. Well anyways, I haven' had a demigod on this plane in ages so I have to settle for the blood of a young girl."

By the way she spoke I was able too assume that she was a teenaged empousa and since she was in training it wouldn't be hard to kill her.

"An entertaining fight? Yeah right, I play to win." I reached up the sleeve of my shirt for my knife and then I realized that I didn't have it.

"This is why we train on planes, Annabeth Chase, most godlings must come unarmed." She smiled a fanged grin and shoved the drink cart out of the way.

"Excuse me young lady, may I get another water with lemon?" It was the grandma sitting next to me. I'd forgotten that she was sitting in the aisle seat. This eighty- year- old lady was about to get killed on her vacation with her grandkids because of me.

"Quiet you ancient bat, I need to get this done!" The empousa dumped the water cooler into the grandma's lap and prepared to claw to shreds.

"Well I never! Is there no respect from the youth?!" Apparently granny was outraged and when grannies get outrage they smack monster with their purse.

I was about to stop the grandmother but she was doing really well and that gave me time. No one else on the plane seemed to notice the problem so they were safe but I still needed a weapon.

Then I noticed a pack of metal butter knives in the drink cart, undoubtedly supposed to be used for airline food. "I guess that it's the best I've got." I murmured and grabbed one and got ready to fight.

By now the old lady was tiring and she was losing the battle. "Leave her alone! Fighting humans is beneath you, remember? What would your counselor say?"

Fortunately, the monster forgot granny. Unfortunately, she developed an interest in me.

"A silly butter knife? Darling, I don't think you could beat me if you had your dagger." Only later did I ask myself how she knew that I fought with a dagger because for now, things were personal.

"Yeah? Why don't you come at me?" We were now standing the three feet across aisle on the plane and I wasn't feeling really confident about fighting with a weapon you butter toast with.

The empousa lunged at me with her fangs and claws bared. I was barely able to jump backwards since I couldn't jump to either side.

Now the empousa's form was flickering. Every second she transformed from beautiful lady and horrible monster. My head was spinning from the constant change so I made a desperate leap at her neck.

I had missed by several inches which made angry. Fighting when you're mad usually just made you reckless but for me, all of my adrenalin flooded in. I massacred the empousa to ribbons and the remnants looked similar to pumpkin guts before the changed to dust.

At the moment where I was finally able to catch my breath my dad looked up and was puzzled. Not because I was holding a bloody butter knife, not because there was monster dust all up the aisle, because "I was standing when the seatbelt sign was on."

"Sorry Dad, I was just helping the woman, she spilled water all over herself." I grabbed some napkins from the drink cart and started helping the old lady clean up her drenched dress.

"No I didn't! The vampire flight attendant bumped it on me." Granny looked confused for a moment then chuckled. "Well, you know my hands do shake a little now. Perhaps I did spill the water."

I smiled and sat quietly the rest of the flight. In my notebook I started the letter that I was writing to Percy. No way would he believe that I killed an empousa with a butter knife.

Did you like it? Hate it? Love it? I don't care I just want reviews! Flame if you want, they're funny to read. Did you like the action part? I wasn't sure if I did that well. Give me ideas for Annabeth's letter to Juliet and give me CC.