I woke up on the beach, next to Malcolm. Well, next to is a loose description. I carefully tried to disentangle myself from his arms. He groaned tiredly and rolled over, pulling me with him.
"Oh, gods' sake Malcolm!" I cursed. Why did he have to do this now!? I wanted to go destroy that idiot Luke!
"Need some help? I'd gladly rip his arms off!" Jake said, coming over a sand dune.
"Shut up Jake! You did it to Bella as well!" I said, remembering with grotesque detail the way he remembered it.
I finally had an idea. I focused.
A huge wave washed over the beach, soaking me and Malcolm. He sputtered, waking up. I laughed, perfectly fine underwater. I created a small air bubble around us as the wave washed back. Malcolm kept his arms wrapped around me.
"Malcolm! We have to go! It's time to decide what to do with Luke, remember?" I said, pulling us both up.
"Before that..." He said, trapping my face in his hands. He pressed his lips to mine.
My heart pounded furiously. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? My mind screamed at me. Before I could come up with an answer, he let go, smiling. I stood there, bewildered. Jacob stormed over, recovering quicker than me.
"If you touch my sister again..." he began.
"Shut up Jake! Or I'll tell Renesme that you attacked Malcolm!" I said, glaring at him. Jacob paled and I smiled smugly.
"Let's go. I'm all in for Catch the Evil Dude!" Malcolm said, laughing. He and I walked off, holding hands. Jacob trudged, annoyed, after us.
The arena was filled. Everybody wanted to know what was going to happen to Luke. Everybody hated him. Everybody.
Percy and Annabeth glared at the cage holding Luke and Mark. Everybody else did the same. I pulled out my dagger, thinking.
"Campers! Guests! Satyrs! Welcome!" Chiron boomed. I smiled. This would be good. "I am afraid to say, we have already decided the fate of these two. Thanks to recent communications with the mortal police, we have arranged two solid Celestial Bronze prisons, one in Jersey, and one atop Mount Diablo. Most of you can figure out who will go where." Chiron laughed. I frowned, confused and annoyed.
"Now, that is fitting!" Malcolm laughed. I looked at him, still confused. "I'll explain later." He said. I glared at Luke. Was this the end of the prophesy? Yes it was. I was sure it was.
After a rather disappointed day, I walked home through the rain. By the time I got back to the apartment, I was drenched. I walked inside, glaring around. I pulled off my soaked black coat and walked into the living room. Malcolm beat me to it.
He finished setting up a 'romantic' dinner for two. Which was, in his mind, apparently pizza. I grinned, plopping down next to him.
"Ti piace la pizza, signor?" I teased, watching him serve us a slice each of American Hot.
"Si amore mio." He said. I smiled. Amore mio, my love.
We ate in silence. But it wasn't awkward. It was the kind of silence that you can revel in and just enjoy. It was a relaxing silence. A silence that spoke solely of love.
Hey guys! I can't believe I finally finished my 4th fan-fiction. Hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to review. That's the end of Kayla's story, but as you all know, the story never truly ends.