Dearest Readers,

HELLO! Here is the next installment in this story, where we really do start to uncover what made Persie run away from her life at Camp and with her friends. I hope it makes a little sense, but not all the details are coming yet.

That'll be for you to see later ;)

As always, let me know what you think!

XOXO Ally Layne.

Holy Water

21: Becoming The Monster

Sam was pacing.

He knew he shouldn't have ran out of there without Dean and Persie. Neither of them had turned up back at the motel and it has been hours.

He only prayed that Dean showed up after Persie did. He didn't want to see the fallout of what would happen if Dean knew Persie was MIA, too.

Sam was holding his phone in his hand, his finger hovering over a name that had just recently been put into his phone, even though he knew that demigods weren't supposed to have phones.

But Persie and Annabeth did.

Persie, he knew, it was because she wanted to stay in contact with her mother.

But Annabeth, it was because she wanted to stay in contact with everyone. The woman was smart, he knew, but she somehow figured out how to delay the signal that would relay to monsters where she was, just in case anything happened.

His finger pressed her name.

Sam figured it was worth a shot.

And ring after ring, he was finally greeted with her voice.

"Hey, it's Annabeth-"

"Annabeth, it's Sam, there's-"

"You know what to do." Her voice was followed by a long beep.

He hung up the phone. This wasn't something you'd tell someone over a voicemail, was it?

Uh, hey, Annabeth, it's Sam, you remember me? Sam Winchester? I'm on a hunt with Persie, and, well… she's missing.

Yeah, that's definitely not something to break to someone over a voicemail.

The door burst open.

It wasn't Persie who walked in.

Shit.

"There you are!" Sam shouted, immediately rounding on his brother. He was sure that there was worry evident on his face, but apparently Dean decided to ignore that little part.

"Yeah," He acknowledged. "Sorry, I stopped for a slice." Dean patted his belly before grinning at his brother.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, following Dean as he placed his coat down on the counter. "Nice move you pulled back there, Dean, running right at the weapons?"

Dean shrugged, turning around to face his brother. "Well, what can I say? I'm a badass?"

His green eyes searched the motel room, and Sam immediately knew who he was looking for. "Where's Seph?"

Sam gulped. "She, uh, she hasn't turned up yet, either."

Dean blinked. "What?"

He sighed, rubbing a hand on his forehead. "Yeah, I know, Dean. It's bad."

Dean shook his head. "No-no, she's going to be okay, she's a demigod. She can hold her own."

Sam nodded, though his face was grave. "Gordon's out there too."

His brother was pacing, now. He ran a hand through his short hair, carefully trying to come up with some sort of plan to get her back. To get her safe. They don't even know if she's just lost somewhere or had actually been taken.

Dear God, what if she's dead?

Dean didn't think he'd be able to handle it if she were. He didn't know what he would do if he went into the vamp's nest and found-

"How did he know where to find us?" Sam wondered aloud, making Dean stop in his tracks.

He stopped in place. "That bitch." Dean placed his phone to his ear in cold fury. "Hi Bela."

"Hello, Dean."

Sam watched as Dean started to pace back and forth like a predator stalking his prey. Yes, this time- Bela went way too far.

He just hoped that Bela's intervening in their hunt wasn't going to cause Persie to get into trouble… or worse.

"Question for you. You called me yesterday, and it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?" Dean deadpanned, scowl on his face.

"No, Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were."

He stopped. "Excuse me?"

"Well, he had a gun on me," She laughed. "What else was I supposed to do?"

Dean slammed a fist on the counter, nearly making Sam jump. "I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by?!"

"Ah, I did fully intend to give you a call, I just got a bit sidetracked."

"He tried to kill us!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was such a big deal. After all, there are two of you and one of him."

Dean's face dropped. "There were two of them. And there were three of us."

Sam pursed his lips at the amount of devastation that was written on his brother's face.

"Bela? If we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you," Dean promised, his voice low and in control.

If Sam didn't agree with his brother, he would've been a little perturbed at how easily it came from him to say that. It's one thing to hunt monsters. But actual humans? That's a whole different thing.

Although, this debacle with Gordon is getting far too out of hand.

"You're not serious?"

"Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious," Dean responded. He paused, before adding, "If anything happens to Seph, that's on you. And if something does happen… I'm coming for you"

Then, he hung up.

Sam knew that those words weren't just a warning- they were a promise.

For the second time today, he found himself praying that they found Persie alright. He didn't want to try to pick up the pieces that she would be leaving behind. To be honest, he didn't know if he could.

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.

Persie was seriously pissed off.

Here she was, in an uncomfortable dress, with her arms hanging from the ceiling in chains.

Well, if this douchebag vamp tried to do anything to her, it wouldn't be worse than what had happened while she and Annabeth made their trip to Tartarus.

If she could get through that, she could do this.

She knew she could.

The vampire, who had introduced himself as Dixon, was now feeding the two other women that had been chained up. But, instead of food, the monster was feeding them blood. Fresh blood.

She wanted to be sick.

"Hey, Dick, why are you holding me here?" She asked, tilting her head so she could get the dark hair out of her face. "What gives? You hold me here and don't even turn me into one of your vamp tramps?"

Dixon let out a low stream of laughter. "No, I would never think of doing such a thing, Persephone Jackson."

Persie rolled her eyes. "Yay, that saves me from having to actually introduce myself."

"I've heard many things about you, Daughter of Poseidon. You have killed so many of my kind, but so has he-" he pointed to the dark skinned man that was chained to a bed spring. "But there is something so… delectable about the smell of your blood, something I just can't resist."

She sighed. "So you are keeping me here for what, because my blood smells nice? Look, pal, I have better things to do than be your blood bank."

He chuckled. "I never heard that you had such a sense of humor."

"Yeah, well, most monsters that talk to me end up dying so I don't think that's really something I would ever expect," Persie said before sighing dramatically. "I suppose it does help, you know, throwing all you assholes off before I turn you to dust."

Dixon shook his head. "That will not be happening to me, as you can see, I have taken my precautions." He gestured up to the chains that held her back. "You won't be going anywhere."

She smiled. "Ten bucks you're wrong."

All of the sudden, a low groan came out from where the man was laying. She wasn't too impressed with him, either, and had a bone to pick with this guy, too. He and his partner were shooting at Sam and Dean last thing she saw.

And if anyone shoots at her boys, she's gonna give them hell.

"Oh, look who's waking up," she cooed, watching as he started to struggle against his restraints.

His eyes were wide as he took in his surroundings. The blonde girls who had blood stains around their mouths, the chains that held them to the ceiling… and the odd woman that had just spoken, hanging from the ceiling on the other end of the room.

She was separate for a reason.

The vamp walked back over with another cup full of blood. "I know you're uncomfortable," he said to one of the girls, who started to gasp at the sight of blood, drinking as much as she could. "But this is temporary. The hunger will pass, and you'll feel much better."

Persie watched, completely grossed out. She was definitely not into the whole feeding other people blood kink, thank you very much.

The vamp moved on to the next woman, making the one he walked away from gasp again for more, before calming down slightly after.

The vampire looked at the man he had tied up. "You're awake."

"Who're they?" He asked, and Persie figured that this man must've been a hunter too. He was far too calm in his situation to have a conversation with a monster that could kill him, unless he was used to chopping their heads off on a frequent basis.

"My family," The vampire said. He gestured over to Persie before continuing, "But she's entirely different. She's a prize."

Persie scowled. "I am not something to be won, asshat."

The hunter blinked, before looking over at her oddly. "Were you with the Winchesters?"

She shrugged, chains rattling with her movement as she did so. "So what if I was?"

His eyes narrowed. "Do you have any clue as to what Sam Winchester really is?"

Persie rolled her eyes. "Maybe you can save that little speech and hop onto your soapbox for when we're out of the chains?"

The hunter scowled at her slightly before turning back to the vamp, who had been watching the two of them curiously. "And you take these poor girls off the street and turn them into blood sucking monsters like you?"

"We're a dying breed," the vamp spoke, slowly and deliberately. He walked away from his new vamp tramps and over to a side table where he set the jar of blood down. "But then again, you know that, don't you Gordon? Gordon Walker. One of the greatest living vampire hunters."

Persie rolled her eyes. "I doubt it, to be honest."

Gordon ignored her. "In the flesh."

"Sam and Dean are better," she taunted.

Persie knew that this guy was trying to kill Sam Winchester, from what she gathered so far. But to her, Sammy was just some guy who got caught in a hard life and has been fighting ever since.

He's not some… monster.

Not really. Not like her.

"You're one of the big reasons why my people are going extinct, Gordon."

"Your people… they're going extinct because they're a bunch of mindless, blood thirsty animals."

"Right, we're so much more bloodthirsty than you… Hunters slaughtered my entire nest, like they were having a party. Murdered my daughter."

"Oh snap," she mumbled.

The vamp got up, stalking toward Gordon. "I can't tell you how satisfying this is… catching one of the hunters responsible for so many deaths, and making you lunch for my new daughters."

Persie pursed her lips as she looked at the two girls, both blonde, both now a part of the undead. They were monsters, now. If they were to be set free, like Lucy… they would leave a trail of corpses in their wake.

When she thought about it, what really separated Persie from them?

She had left a trail of dead bodies behind her. Some human, some not.

After a while, it stopped mattering. She had lost her humanity.

So she had to get out. But now… did she ever really escape?

Now she just found another reason to go around killing people. Killing monsters.

And it didn't matter how they became monsters in the first place.

Where was her humanity?

"Daughters? Try fang whores."

She watched as the two men stared each other down.

The vamp's mouth tilted up slightly. "Watch your mouth."

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings?" Gordon mocked. "Sorry, I forgot, you're just a misunderstood victim. Even though you murder and spread your filthy disease on pure base instinct. You got less humanity than a sewer rat."

She blinked. Damn, that was a new one.

"I'm sorry you have such a low opinion of my people."

Gordon shook his head, seething now in anger. "Oh, you have no idea."

The vampire tilted his head slightly, eying the man tied down in front of him before turning to look at the two girls he had changed to become like him. "Sorry, change of plans. I'll be going out to get you lunch. I've got a better idea for him."

He whipped out a knife.

"Woah, wait a minute, what about me?" Persie voiced. "I'm not even going to be food? You're just gonna wait for me to die while hanging here or something?"

The vamp looked over at her with a wicked grin. "We will just have to wait for you, my dear. I have some very big things planned for what I'll do to you."

She scowled. "Here I was hoping it'd be over quickly."

He deftly ignored her, turning back to Gordon and taking the knife to cut a stream of red in his arm, before doing the same on his own.

Gordon, who knew what he was about to do, struggled.

And Persie… She wanted to watch him suffer. A small part of her was okay with whatever was going to happen to him because he tried to murder Sam and Dean, and that was definitely not okay with her.

So, instead of saving his ass- she let him face the music.

This is why she ran away from being a demigod.

She liked watching the monsters die just a little too much.