Castor watched her as she danced around. He couldn't be ever surprised that she was his. Castor wouldn't believe this dark haired vixen was truly who she says. She wasn't his, but she was. She couldn't ever be his. No matter what, she could never be his. She wasn't some person that could be sold to him. She danced. Her smile lit his heart. The dance was enchanting him as he watched. His eyes began to look droopy. The vixen was crawling towards her prey. She purred. Castor was about to say something when her finger silenced him. The vixen was truly messing with him. Castor couldn't take anything anymore. He was hard and she knew.

The dark haired vixen smiled as she rubbed against his hardness. Her smile became a smirk as she spoke to him in a seductive voice.

"You really are having a fun time, Castor." She whispered in a hush voice.

Castor felt a shiver down his back. "Come on, you can't believe that."

She smirked as she grabbed his little friend, "This friend says something different, sweetheart."

"My dark angel, your head is in the gutters." Castor smiled as she leaned down to kiss him.

Castor woke with a start. He was falling for her again. He wouldn't dare. It wasn't that he didn't think that she wasn't beautiful. She was quite. Her dark hair always had sunlight hitting it, which cause it to have a glint into it. Her bright blue eyes were always watching as if she excepting soothing to happen especially now. Why did it have to be her?

"Perce, I'm going to marry her!" A short blonde child said as he watched the television when a dark haired blue eyed girl appeared on the screen.

"Cas, you're so nuts!" The green eyed dark haired best friend laughed. "She's not going to give you any time."

"She would!" The mini Castor yelled.

"No, she wouldn't!"

"She would!"

"She wouldn't!"

The two friends glared at each other and huffed as they turned facing different directions.

"Boys, you play nice now." Percy's mother, Sally, smiled as she walked with a dozen blue chocolate chip cookies on a plate towards those the two friends. She sat the plate onto the table. Sally sat on the couch right by the table. Percy and Castor grabbed a cookie with thanks from each of them. Castor wanted this life with the Jacksons. He knew he wouldn't ever get it. He never got anything without a price.

Even when he fought with his friend, they would argue until Sally told them to forgive each other. Now, he was still best friend. Castor ran his hand in his hair. A shower was only his thought as he got up. He realized that he might want a cold shower. Damn! He thought. Damn her and her hotness.

When he came out of the bathroom, he headed to his closet to get some random clothes remembering what he has to do after the day of work or torture. He sighed. Castor had to go visit Him. Plus, he was cashing in the favor that He owed him. Hopefully, he was in a giving mood. Hopefully, Castor only believed that or She was doing his business. She was fawned over Castor because they had done a one night stand, which he still hadn't a clue what happened then. He shook his head. When he was done, he could smell something, but it wasn't a fire.

Castor hadn't a clue why he was in his bed. He felt as if he was a zombie because the place he landed when sleep hit was on his couch. He couldn't imagine anything that would let him transport himself into his bedroom or else, his bed. Not many people had a key to his apartment. He knew Percy had one because it was his best friend he was talking about. Plus, Percy was only one that he actually trusted now except for him. Something told him it wasn't Percy.

"Jeez, who can do that?" Castor hadn't a clue.

So, he got dress in a dark blue muscle shirt, his black jacket and some dark jeans. He walked out of his room with a surprise. He saw his ex-girlfriend, Hylla Peterson. Castor couldn't believe it. Hylla was another person, who still had his key.

"Damn."

"Oh, Castor." Hylla run towards him and hugged the living life out of him. "I missed you so much."

"Ditto." The blonde rolled his eyes.

The woman, who he previously dated, was in his apartment without even a call. Hylla Peterson was the CEO of the Amazon dot Com. She was back into his life. It was mutually decided that their relationship was truly over. He couldn't believe that she would show her face here again. Her long black hair was tried in a tight ponytail as her dark eyes pierced his heart again. She was perfect, but too perfect. Hylla was dressed in a business suit. Her suit was grey as her turtle neck was black.

Castor was in hell with her. He couldn't get out. Hylla knew that they were over. It wasn't as if he believed, after that night, she would end up coming back to him, but the blonde hadn't a clue why she would. The blonde was speechless. She was there and he hadn't the clue of the reason why. She would usually do this. None of his friend would come over without even the slightest notification to him first. Castor sat on the couch as the business woman sat in a chair, next to the couch.

"How have you been, Hylla?" Castor asked casually, not really caring.

"Fine, Cas. You?"

"I'm been great."

Castor didn't take whatever she made. She had to know he didn't want her around, now or ever. The long silence was killing her as his gut feeling was telling him. This meeting was doing the exact same thing to him. He couldn't deal with this, now. He had a job to be at, but this had to be done and over with before he left.

"I'm sorry." Hylla blurted depressingly.

"Like I care anymore," Castor said bluntly as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It was very nice to see you, again. You know you hurt me back then, but you moved on without me. Now, you're back. I don't like this."

"Cas, I didn't -," She stopped when he interrupted her.

"You didn't what. You didn't want to sleep with the guy in 800." The blonde mocked a laugh. "I can't believe anymore. You took my heart and ripped it to shreds. You think poor Castor will take you back. You're wrong, Hylla. I'm not interested with anymore!"

"I'm sorry. Cas, I -," She was interrupted again.

"Cas, never call me that. Only people that are close to me can call me that. Now, get out of my apartment before I call the police." Castor yelled angrily.

Hylla choke a laugh, "Castor, we both know you wouldn't dare call the police for anything."

"But, this is a good reason. You are breaking and entering." Castor yelled. "Give me my key, Hylla." Castor's hand was out for his extra key.

Hylla sighed as she lifted herself out of the chair and grabbed her purse. She went through it before she tossed a key on the keychain of Castor's favorite team.

"It was great to see you, again. I wasn't lying about that. I truly love you, Castor, but I don't think that you love me, anymore." Hylla said as she walked to the door. "As you said, I could let my own self out."

Castor ran out of his apartment complex. He was going mental, he knew it. Nothing could ever happen to him like an ex-girlfriend of his coming over. He played with his keys. Castor unlocked his car and stepped in. He lay against his seat in silence as he put his key into the ignition and started it up. It purred. He sighed. Again his life was going to be messed up by her. Hylla wasn't one of those girls that would be in Castor's business twenty-four seven. That's one of the reasons he liked her. She made him fall in love with her, but after that stupid night he caught her with him. Castor felt like every relationship of his would end with him getting his heart ripped out.

Castor pulled his cell phone out. He was going to start pressing the numbers for his friend's cell, but he stopped when he thought he saw someone. He blinked as that person was gone. How? His eyes were playing tricks with his mind again. Castor pressed the numbers of the cell phone number of his best friend. The phone was ringing as he waited for the voice of his friend.

"Hello, Percy's here." His friend said. "Cas, this isn't a great time, but what do you want."

"Hey buddy," Castor said. "Hey, you remember that CEO I dated couple months ago."

"Yeah, the one that worked for Amazon dot Com. Why are you being worried?" Percy asked.

"She's back." Castor said.

"Man, are you still in love with her?"

"No, I'm not."

"But isn't she the same one you said that you were going to ask her to marry you like the whole conversation was I'm in love with her, Perce. This might be my chance for happiness. I'm going ask her to marry me." Percy said annoyed.

"I know. I know." Castor moaned. "But then seeing her with another had made me broken inside. Damn it, I broke it with her after that night."

Percy paused for a moment on the other line.

"Perce?" Castor questioned.

"Man, I want to know who do you like, now. Give me one straight answer, pal. I'm your best friend. Tell me."

"Perce, you know I love her, now. She's the one I want to be mine. Hylla isn't anything to me now except like a hoe and a witch." Castor explained.

"It's good to know. I felt sorry for you, Cas. It cannot be any harder than dump the one that meant so much to you."

Castor could feel that his best friend was grinning like an idiot.

"I love to chat, bro." Percy apologized. "I got to get to work and so do you, bud."

"Thanks, Perce. Have fun with those fishes." Castor grinned as he disconnected.

Castor lay back against his driver's sit. He was happy to get that off of his chest. Castor heard a heartbeat and he knew one thing that he was really in love with this actress. He was madly in love with Thalia Grace. He had to be crazy, but he knew he was. He sighed as he hit the steering wheel. This wasn't going to be his day at all. Somehow, nothing on Earth would make up for his bad luck.

Thalia walked onto the set as looked towards where normally would be Castor. She wondered if he quit because of yesterday. She couldn't believe that he would do that. Drake had told her that he hadn't the slightest clue where he was. Maybe he just was running a little late. She couldn't be worrying over him now. Thalia felt her heart ready to explode with sadness. She hadn't the clue that would say what she wanted to say. She was falling for the blonde. He wasn't like most people when it came to celebrities. He couldn't care less. Thalia smiled as she sat in her chair with her legs crossed.

Drake looked ten times more worried than she was. Maybe castor did really quit. Her heart fell into the valid of emptiness. Thalia shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't fell for a person like him. It's not natural. The dark haired actress couldn't feel anymore, but scared. She couldn't feel scared because she had an image to keep. She wasn't afraid of anything. Castor was her knight. He had to save her. When she saw the blonde entered the set, she felt like running to him and hug him to death. She wanted him so bad. She couldn't get off with him not being hers. She knew he might have someone, but Thalia wasn't sure how wrong she was.

"Finally, you come." Drake yelled. "Without you here, Miss Grace could have been killed."

Castor smiled awkwardly, "Don't worry, Drake. I was just off by a few minutes."

"You were. In those minutes, she could have been kidnapped, raped or killed because of your tardiness." Her manager yelled.

"Look at her." Castor commanded. "Does she look kidnapped? Does she look like been raped? Does she look dead to you? All three, I say no."

Drake looked at Thalia greatly. She wasn't kidnapped. She hadn't been raped. She wasn't anything near dead. Why he wrong to judge that? Why was Castor's tardiness led to the most hideous situation? Thalia couldn't believe that Drake was so protective of her. Drake was speechless as he knew that Castor was right. Nothing had happened in his moments of absent. Thalia believed him. The actress couldn't believe that he wasn't late for a good reason. It wasn't as if she knew what he had planned usually. Thalia couldn't blame him for his tardiness because she hadn't a clue why he was late.

Drake walked away to get something ready, but Thalia didn't know what though. He was running around the whole morning without notifying her. Castor stood by her as he was thinking of something important. He watched Drake run around. He knew something was up. He was still horrified from that telephone call he got. None of them should know just yet. Castor had to check all of these people under suspected as the strange stalker of the dark haired actress. Thalia watched Castor without turning from the mirror. She had to get answers from him.

"Why were you late?" Thalia asked.

"My ex felt like giving me a heart attack." Castor said.

"Oh," Thalia could only come up with.

Thalia's heart had dropped. She felt sorry for him. Castor wasn't one for conversation, but he hardly said words to her.

"Do you like her?" She asked curiously.

"What?" Castor's eyes bugged out. Good thing he had his sunglasses.

"I asked you if you still like her." She wasn't even paying attention as she put on some makeup.

"No, I don't. What are you interested?" Castor teased as blush creep on his face.

"What? No way, I'm sorry for asking you give that impression."

Both of them had blush running across their faces.

"Hey, I'm kidding with you."

"I knew that." Thalia said trying to believable.

"Thalia, you are wanted on set!" A man called.

"Well, I have to go." Thalia said.

Castor smirked, "Have fun, little lady."

Thalia pushed him, "You're crazy."

He shrugged still smirking at her as she passed.

Castor couldn't stop thinking about the stalker of Thalia's. Her stalker knew how to get to him. Now, it wasn't a good time for him to worry about that one person. It could be several people on set. He needed to ask his friend if he knew this person. He only hoped. He sighed as he walked into the bar, his friend worked at. He was washing his glasses. Then, his bartender friend gawk a brunette. Castor chuckled at his friend's sign of weakness. Women were his friend's weakness. He couldn't stand it. The brunette turned her head towards the blonde. Her eyes lit up.

"Oh, Castor, it's been way too long!" She hugged the living essence out of him.

"The hotshot shows his face in here, again." The scarred face man grinned.

"It's great to see you too, Ares." Castor said sarcastically. "You know you still have some owing to lay down."

Ares, the bartender, huffed, "As if."

"Or I get to tell some people about your fetish." Castor said pending the thought.

"Fine, if that mouth of yours say one thing our deal is off."

Castor smiled innocently and made a motion of zipping his mouth. He threw his imaginary key away grinning.

"Cas, take off that smile." Ares growled.

"Do I have to? I was never good at listening to you, boss." Castor said smirking.

"I'm not your boss, anymore." The bartender said. "I'm been retired for years."

Castor frowned as his fun was dying. "So, is he here?"

"Yes, he's in his usual spot." Ares said bluntly. "You know how he is when done with work."

Castor chuckled, "It's nice to know. Aphrodite, keep out of this guy's way 'cause he doesn't have a clue about himself."

"It's great to see you, again." Aphrodite, the brunette, blew a kiss towards Castor.

Castor grinned fakery. "Same to you."

Castor sighed. A dark haired man sat in his own booth. His brown eyes watched everyone and everything as if he was too paranoid to meet people without throwing someone. Castor couldn't take the feeling away about his own acquaintance.

"Hello, Castor." The male said angrily.

He really hated when Castor needed his help. Well, he really hoped that one of those nurses would actually work against their head doctor.

"Hey, Death Breathe." Castor tried to cheerful.

"Don't call me that." Death Breathe growled. "You know my name. Now, use it!"

"I love you, too." Castor smiled. "Can you help me with my little problem, Doc?"

"Maybe, but if you had told me, he challenged us to find him."

"He did, but he said it wouldn't be easy. I think he used someone else's phone to call me." Castor said. "Nico, use like your connections with the Underground to get this guy."

"I might have to." Nico di Angelo smiled, "This is getting quite interesting, Cas, as he just challenge the wrong people."

"Doc, you are amazing. I got to get you a new scalpel." Castor grinned.

"Yes, you should. Now, get out of here."