Bet you thought I quit on you, eh? Well sorry to disappoint. I had a Writer's Craft course first semester so pretty well all my creativity was poured into that, leaving little room for fanfics :P So to add to the soundtrack search up "I Don't Care" by Apocalyptica.
Well, here's chapter 36 (not sure how long Part 4's gonna turn out to be). Enjoy my fellow demigods!

Leaving Triple G Ranch was probably the happiest day of my life. I had had more than enough of Geryon's constant whining and not-so-subtle hatred towards me. Grown men really don't like to be undermined by a mere fifteen-year-old girl, even when that girl is the daughter of the most terrifying Titan known to man. Geryon was prepared to send each and every demigod and monster that passed through his ranch our way; the more troops we had, the closer my father was to rising. Of course this joyous news also meant that I was that much closer to loosing Luke, possibly forever, and not to mention my power over the army.

Luke almost immediately wanted to take me to Antaeus so that I could persuade him to let us through his land. "You've always been good with that sort of thing," he tried to charm me into going.

"Listen Luke," I said, pausing as we journeyed through the labyrinth and gripped his hands in mine. "I'm tired, I just had to deal with Geryon, and not to mention Chiron. I want to rest. Let's go back to camp, go to our tent," a seductive smile played across my face as our bodies pulled each other together like opposite poles of a magnet.

A slight laugh came from his mouth as our lips drew closer and closer together, until a thought occurred to me.

"So what was this you were saying about that empousa?" I asked, releasing his hands from my grip.

Drawing his own hands protectively into his body Luke asked, "What empousa?"

"Oh please, like nothing happened between you and that slut Kelli?" I walked on, leaving him to race to catch up with me.

"Oh come on, Rebecca. You know nothing happened…well maybe that once…but I'm over that. Look into my eyes, you can see I haven't done anything." The pleading note in his voice brought forth a slight giggle from me.

Pausing again, I turned to him and smiled, "I know, Luke. I know." Allowing him to kiss me finally I raised my voice, "Now come on. We have a long road ahead of us until we reach the exit."

…

Seeing the future really comes in handy when you're traveling though a perilous maze. Almost every time we came to a fork in the road I would simply turn to Amber or Tony and view their futures. Of course this trick only worked some of the time, for numerous times Amber and Tony were forced to slice the head off a monster or two, but soon enough we were heading straight for the light of day.

I can't seem to remember where it was exactly that we finally left the labyrinth, other than the fact that it was some huge city, luckily with a harbor-front. So as Luke went to send a message to the Princess Andromeda Tony located the nearest motel, where he rented out a room for us. Sure it was pretty grubby, startlingly similar to the one I met Bianca at a few months prior, but it was somewhere to relax without having to listen to Geryon's annoying banter.

Collapsing on the bed I snatched the remote off the nightstand and flicked on the old TV. Now there was something I hadn't done in awhile; actually sat down and flipped through the channels. Hades, I hadn't even done that much in most foster homes.

I settled on the News, where a young blond woman stood in front of a building roaring with flames. Crews of firefighters raced back and forth with hoses in a desperate attempt to put out the flames. The woman spoke, "–The fire started at six o'clock this afternoon and was noticed by the neighbors who had just returned home from work. Thankfully the family is said to be on vacation in Florida and left the house vacant. However, a young boy was spotted in the upstairs window seemingly playing with a dog, and was found mere moments ago by a firefighter who dared the flames. He has been taken to St. Anne's Hospital and is in life-threatening condition. This is…"

"What is this? Did we send a Hellhound after a kid or something?" I blurted out the moment Luke stepped in the door and spotted me on the bed.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

I pointed at the screen where the camera showed footage of the boy being wheeled into an ambulance, his tan face torn with claw marks and his golden hair scorched beyond belief.

Shifting my gaze from the television to Luke's face I couldn't help but note the guilty sheen in his eyes. "What did you do, Luke?" I inquired, swinging my legs around the bed to face him. When he didn't answer I raised my tone an octave, "What did you do?"

"Look, I don't want you to freak out or anything, but–"

"But what?" I cut him off sharply, a bitter tone seeping through my lips.

His eyes doubled in width as he listened to the newscaster's auto-tuned voiced. I watched as his lips separated in preparation to speak, but no words came out.

It was Amber who spoke first. "General," she spoke hesitantly, stroking her coloured hair out of her eyes. "The army has been increasing in numbers that far surpass any we could have estimated. It is not as easy as it once was to detain the troops. In your absence it became –"

"So you're trying to tell me," I raised my hand to silence her, "That without me you can't manage to keep any order in the army? For that matter, since when did it become your responsibility to keep order, Amber Marsh?" I turned to Luke accusingly, "Luke, care to explain yourself?"

With a cool scoff and a flick of the hair Luke returned to his regular chill self. "Calm down, Rebecca. You're making a fuss over nothing."

"Nothing?" I rose from my place on the bed to confront my so-called boyfriend in a battle of wits. "Are you saying that this is nothing? Are you honestly trying to tell me that the life of a half-blood is worthless? You sound just like the gods!" The words escaped me that I knew would hurt Luke the most. "You," I spoke harshly, pointing an angry finger at Amber and Tony. "Out. Now."

As soon as the door shut behind them I cornered Luke. "What's happened to you, Luke? Has my father poisoned your mind to the extent that your very thoughts are his? Has he already taken over so that you don't care about anyone anymore? So that you don't care about me?"

I was seconds away from voicing my own idea of ruling to Luke; no gods, no monsters, just us, but Luke was already far past that ideal of salvation. How the mighty have fallen.

I looked into his eyes; I saw his dreadful past, his excruciating present, and worst of all, his inevitable future.

Alex's words from all those years ago echoed in the back of my mind, "Do you ever think about the future, Rebecca?" Though the question remained the same the answer had vastly changed.

Yes, I did think of the future and if mine reflected the one that I saw in Luke's eyes, or, that is, the lack of it.

With my words the anger in Luke's face loosened, his narrowed eyes widened as he gazed at me sympathetically.

"How can you bare to think that, Rebecca? Of course I care about you. I'll always care about you. Even when my body is gone and my soul is left to wander the Underworld, I will care for nothing else but you." With these words he reached out to me with tender arms and pulled my rigid body towards his. His hands gently caressed my shoulders, tracing the mark of the Watcher. His lips brushed against mine, his hands found their way down my sides and underneath the fabric of my shirt. All the while I merely stood there, eyes fixed on the TV screen.

His head nuzzled my chin as he began to plant various kisses up my neck. "I love you," he whispered between gulps of air.

"In a few months you'll be gone," I found myself answer.

"Then let's live for the present," he answered to my solemn tone. "I want you to always have a part of me."

We spoke no more as I succumbed to his loving embrace. I began to return his kisses, first softly and then increasing in ferocity. I raised my arms as he pulled my shirt over my head and undid the button to my shorts.

Within moments we were under the covers, our bodies merged in one never-ending array of lust. We were one in the same, entangled like a ball of twine.

With each passing second a single prayer rag through my mind, Please don't take him away from me. But a prayer like that goes unheard when the only one listening is the very source of my nightmares.

…

The Princess Andromeda. How I loathed even the mention of that accursed ship. As long as my father remained comatose I was the leader upon that vessel. My power resided over all, even Luke, but that power was only temporary. As soon as Kronos rose the title given to me would be useless. If I were to change that I needed to act quickly. Convincing everyone of my leadership was the easy part. The true task resided in proving my stature over my father's.

I was powerful, that went without question, but he was a god. His power would forever surpass mine tenfold. The answer was simple; I needed to amplify my powers. But how?

My mind raced back to the previous winter when I had joined forces with Biance di Angelo. Death was usually not so lenient as it was that day in the junkyard. Was the di Angelo kid onto something? If so, and my powers truly amplified in the presence of a demigod of the Big Three…

It seemed I was closer to a solution than previously thought.

…

(Bianca's POV)

Going to the Underworld was not entirely on my bucket list, nor was being used as bait to capture Kronos's daughter, but somehow both events perspired. The final loathing glare Rebecca shot me before her containment plagued me with chronic guilt. I was a traitor. That was what Artemis deemed me when she caught wind of my allegiance with the Titan, but she gave me a chance to redeem myself so I took it. No shame in that, right?

So why was it that every time I looked in mirror and saw a hunter I felt nauseous? Here I was playing Artemis's game of house as Rebecca suffered day after day. Who knows what kind of a mess I put her in, she could be dead, or worse. The latter was not hard to image as her father was chopped into a million pieces and thrown in Tartarus. What horrid fate had I condemned her to?

At that moment the curtain to my tent flew open in a flurry of white and in stormed Thalia Grace; lieutenant Thalia Grace, that is.

Her electric blue eyes looked stormy in the shadow of the cloth. Her fists were clenched as she made her way towards me, eyes ablaze with pure anger.

"Where is she?" She ordered, taking my arms in a death-grip.

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as she pressed me further into he tent and hoisted my small body upon the support beam. "I-I'm sorry..." I stuttered. "But I don't-"

"Cut the crap, di Angelo!" She snapped. "Rebecca. She escaped camp. Where is she?"

A weight suddenly vanished from my shoulders. She escaped? She's gone? She's safe. "What?" I played on my surprise, attempting to mask my joy within shock. "I didn't know, lieutenant. I swear I have no idea where she is."

Thalia's eyes bore deeper and deeper into mine so that I swear I saw lightning flicker in them. "Fine. I believe you. It seems the titan hasn't corrupted your mind as I feared."

"Thank you, lieutenant. I-"

"But it is not me who needs convincing."

"Pardon?"

"The lady Artemis will require your complete allegiance and proof of it."

"Proof? But, I've already spoken the vow. I assisted in her capture. Does she-"

My words were cut short by a great gust of wind hurtling through the tent and in-stepped the lady Artemis. She was dressed in her normal silver attire with her long auburn hair braided in a sort of crown and adorned with a circlet. Though her appearance was of a fourteen year-old girl she portrayed an aura of power and seniority which one could not ignore.

"My lady," I let my body fall into as deep of a bow as I could manage, keeping my head low in shame.

"Your actions are unforgivable, Bianca do Angelo. You fraternized with the enemy, a crime punishable by death. You have betrayed my trust and the trust of all the hunters."

My heart pounded with each word she spoke. I could feel my eyes begin to water as I fell to my knees and begged, "I am so very sorry, my Lady. I shouldn't have done it. I know that. I was merely thinking of my brother. I needed to get back to him, to see him one more time. Please forgive me. I'm begging you. Please don't leave my brother all alone with no one."

Artemis held out a hand to stop my pleading. "I will not kill you, Bianca di Angelo. In fact, I am willing to reinstate you as one of my hunters-"

"Oh thank you, Lady Artemis! I don't know-"

"On two conditions," she continued.

"Yes," I nodded. Anything you ask I will do."

"First of all you are never to speak to a man again."

I nodded. That was not so hard, that was part of the oath.

"This includes your brother. You are never to see or communicate with him ever again. You will be dead in his eyes. You will have died in the junkyard."

"What?" My voice cracked. "But I–I can't leave N –" Tears streamed down my face as she continued. What else could she want? What could be worse than a life where my brother thought I was dead?

"And secondly, you must kill Kronos's daughter, Rebecca Vise."