CHAPTER 3
PERCY'S POV
After pondering over my story, Chiron turned to face us. "Well," he said gravely,
"It looks like we have a lot to talk about." "Who are these people?" I asked. "And
why are they holding Grover hostage?" "Well, Percy, in answer to your first
question, the "people" you are referring to are not a "who", but a "what". In
answer to your second question, they are probably holding on to Grover because
he might be a threat to themselves, mortals, and...Others." I just about burst into
laughter. I sneak a glance over at Annabeth and see that she's trying to stifle a
giggle as well. I knew it was rude to laugh about Grover like that, especially when
he's in trouble. But the only time Grover was a "threat" to anybody, was when he
ate seven chicken enchiladas and passed some seriously deadly gas. Funny
thoughts aside, I composed myself and became serious. "But, Chiron," Annabeth
spoke up, "If the "people" in Percy's dream are a "what", then what are they?" He
took a deep breath, and spoke so low I thought I misheard him. "Vampires."
"Vampires? Like, Count Dracula-suck-your-blood vampires?" I asked. "These
vampires are...different. While most of their kind drink human blood, they are
friendlier towards humans. They only drink blood from animals, deep in the
wilderness, far away from civilization." "How do you know so much about them?"
"Percy, you know that I have been around for eons. It is very common that I will
run into strange creatures once in a while." I look over at Annabeth. I could tell
she didn't buy it, and neither did I. "Fess up Chiron." She demanded. "We know
you're hiding something." "Fine." Chiron sighed. He looked at both of us in turn. "I
know them, because I taught one of them." "Who was it? Were they a demigod?"
He looked at me with sad eyes. "Yes, Percy. You saw him in your dream.
Edward."
GROVER'S POV
I was dreaming about tin cans, enchiladas and apples, when I woke up to find
two intimidating golden eyes boring into mine. "Blaahaaah! Ever heard of
personal space?!" "How do you know about Chiron?" He hissed. I shrugged.
"Never heard of him." "Liar!" He lunged, and kept his mouth inches away from my
throat. "His name has been swimming in your head ever since we brought you
here." I looked at him, mouth agape. "You...You can READ MINDS?!" He rolled
his eyes. "No, you talk in your sleep and I overheard you say his name." "Oh.
That's good." I breathed. "You had me going for a second, and I have some
personal stuff up there." He sighed, annoyed, and arched his eyebrow. I then
realized that he had a tone to his voice, and I was to nervous to realize it was
sarcasm. "Oh, you do read minds." I said meekly. He backed away from my
throat, and ran a hand through his tousled bronze hair. "Fine." He snapped, but
his tone was defeated. "Just tell me how you know Chiron, and I'll leave you
alone." I took a shaky breath. "Okay, but it's a loooong story. Better get comfy."
