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Fortunately, the plane was not blasted out of the sky. Sure, it was a long, bumpy, terrifying flight, but we landed.

I had never been on a plane before, and it didn't seem as bad as I thought. I didn't like it, but I could see why some people did. Or at least that's what I was thinking until I saw Annabeth's face. She looked bewildered and terrified. She looked at me strangely.

"How did you know we shouldn't have gone on the plane?"

Huh? "What are you talking about?"

"You said you couldn't get on the plane." She said to me, eyes wide.

"Yeah, so? I'm, um, afraid of heights,"

"That was the worst plane ride I have ever been on! How did you know it was going to be that bad?"

"I-I don't know," I was so confused. First she says that the plane will be fine, then she says that it was terrible. Dam, girls are confusing. Why did she think something was wrong?

I began to walk away, wanting to leave this conversation.

"Dang, that was one rough flight. It's almost like that god of the sky doesn't like us, to something." David commented, continuing talking about it.

Annabeth was silent. She had a sad, nostalgic look on her face.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked her quietly as we reached the crowded baggage claim area.

"I'm fine, Peter," she grumbled and walked away.

Yep, Annabeth definitely hated me. It's okay, though, because I hated her too. She betrayed me, she didn't even try to find me when I died. She was always ignoring me and always rude.

She hated me, and I tried to hate her, but no matter how hard I tried, there was always something there, deeper than the anger, something that stopped me from being mad.


Annabeth sat in the front of our taxi reading some huge book, David sat behind the driver, looking fascinatingly at his hands, and I next to him, staring quietly out the dirty window of the car, into the foggy town we were in. After a long drive out of Salem, we had finally arrived at our destination, wherever that was.

I was still fuzzy on the details of what we were doing here, but I followed them out of the taxi when we stopped anyway.

It was a rainy, muggy day in Oregon. The grey clouds pushed down on the trees around us, giving a depressed, lonely feel to the air. The taxi driver drove away, leaving us at a small bus stop outside a playground. There was no one here except us. In fact, it seemed like there was no one else in the tiny town. I began to ask what we were doing here when Annabeth shushed me.

"Why?" I whispered to her complainingly.

"Just shut up a sec," she replied. I put my hands up in surrender and she rolled her eyes at me.

"I don't see anything," David announced loudly, scaring a few birds in a tree near us.

Annabeth sighed. "Never mind, just thought I saw something."

I was hungry and tired and beginning to get agitated. "What are we even doing here?" I demanded.

"Waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

"The bus," she said mockingly, signaling to the bus stop.

I scoffed and sat down on the damp bench.

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We sat for a while on the bench, as it rained, and Annabeth continued to avidly read her book while David was fixing his hair in his reflection in a puddle, and I sat dejectedly on the bench next to him.

We sat for a while, and every noise I heard made me jump. I kept expecting some monster to jump out of the bushes and attack us. But that didn't happen.

We sat in silence. I hadn't seen anyone except the taxi driver yet. There weren't even any cars. I was more than a little freaked out.

However, my nerves were calmed and my fear disappeared when seemingly out of nowhere, two teenaged girls wearing tight skirts walked by us. One was taller than the other and had tan skin and blonde hair, and the other had flowing brown waves of hair. They were gorgeous. As they walked by, they winked at David and I. Annabeth didn't notice, but David definitely did. He stood up, planning to go talk to them, and without thinking, I followed.

"Hello boys," the brunette purred. "My, aren't you two handsome." I blushed.

"I'm Izzi." She said.

I stood there, staring like an idiot at the beautiful ladies in front of me. I tried to say something like, Hi! It's nice to meet you, or, you ladies look great, but my words failed me.

I was pretty sure I didn't say anything, but she laughed like I had just done something cute. It was a beautiful sound. "It's nice to meet you too, Percy. And thank you for the compliment, we just got our hair done. It's a shame it's raining because it might ruin it, but atleast you and David here got to see it!" She said, smiling cheekily while moving closer to me.

What? This was starting to get weird, how did she know our names? I was fairly certain I haven't seen her before, but something about this situation seemed familiar.

Izzi moved closer to me, putting her manicured hands on my shoulders. I was so wrapped up in looking at the two beautiful girls in front of me that I forgot about the one behind me.

"Um, who are you?" Annabeth asked the girls accusingly.

"Annabeth, this is Sara, isn't she beautiful?" David said in a daydreamy sort of way. Annabeth glared at him.

"How about you go away while we talk to your friends, girl." Izzi said in a menacing way.

I saw Annabeth roll her eyes and move to talk David away from Sara.

"What's wrong, hon? Something the matter?" Izzi said, drawing my attention back to her.

Something clicked in my brain, and instinctively, I stepped away from her. "I know you from somewhere," I said.

She laughed again. "Surely you don't know us, we were just born a few days ago."

Huh?

"You may know our friend, Kelli."

Oh. Crap. They were Empousai.

"Oh no, not you guys again," I said and began stepping away faster. At the same time, Izzi began to transform into her true self.

"C'mon, babe, don't you want a kiss?" She said as her hair turned to flames and her skin became pale. She stepped forward, and I heard metal creaking and her hoof clomping, both sounds coming from her miss-matched legs.

"David move away from her!" I shouted at David who was getting dangerously close to the vampire girl.

"But she's so pretty and wants a kiss!" He complained.

"David move away! Their-"

"Empousai" Annabeth interrupted. She was at our bags, violently searching for something. She pulled out two long, golden swords and her dagger. She gave a sword to me and tried to give the other to David.

I moved in on Izzi, holding my sword aloft, ready to fight. She tried reasoning with me, saying things like "You don't want to hurt me, do you? I'm just a trainee." or "Are you sure you don't still want that kiss?"

"Shut up," I demanded. She bared her fangs at me and I advanced on her.

We engaged in battle. She began claw at me while I tried to strike her with my sword. She kept trying to bite me, but it was to no avail. Then, somehow, she got through my defense and pinned me on my back against the wet sidewalk. She leaned in, ready to bite me, but I was faster. I pushed my sword up, stabbing her in the stomach, she screamed in rage and became a cloud of ashes raining down on me.

I jumped up and looked around me. Annabeth was fighting the other Empousai while David sat alone on the grass with a crazy smile on his face. Turning back towards Annabeth, I watched as she jabbed he dagger into the monster. Sara turned to ash at Annabeth's feet.

"Off to Tartarus for those two." Annabeth said while walking to us. I nodded. Annabeth looked at me in amazement. "How did you know who they were?"

"I've fought them before."

"When?"

"About a year ago."

"Really? I dealt with some at around that time, too." And just like that she looked nostalgic again. She scowled and turned towards David. "You are an idiot. Why did you listen to them?" He just smiled.

"Get up. The bus is here." She demanded and walked back to the bus stop as a bus pulled in.

Later, I found myself sitting on the bus, thinking about the last time I fought the Empousai. I remembered Rachel was there. I remembered her.

I spent the rest of the bus ride thinking about her, and wondering, how exactly we got our weapons on the plane.