Percy Jackson and Nico Di Angelo appeared from the shadows. The place they were in was apparently something called a safe house. The safe house was of modest size, it was about the size of the big house. Percy threw his bags on the couch and was out of there. He had a brother to find.
Apparently after Zeus turned Thalia into a tree and created the magical border around camp, Hecate had experimented with the idea of safe-houses for her children, as she didn't really like the Olympians around that time so she didn't tell the Gods about them. The more powerful safe-houses were in places like Beacon Hills which were literary beacons for non-immortal supernatural creatures. While the pull didn't affect immortal creatures as much as it did non-immortal creatures it did still draw them here.
Nico Di Angelo watched as his Alpha ran out the door at max speed. Which was quite fast, being a demigod and a true Alpha Percy was a lot faster than almost any other werewolf. Immortal Werewolves or lycanthrope as they were also known as, such as Lycaon were an entirely different story.
Nico grabbed his bags and walked up the stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms should be, he found the master bedroom and pushed the door open.
"Dibs," he called even though no one was around to hear him. After all if Percy wasn't getting the master bedroom it was because he wasn't there and Nico had gotten dibs instead.
Nico threw his bags on the bed. He hadn't just come here because Percy asked him to; no Nico Di Angelo was in Beacon Hills because it was part of the deal with Thanatos. When he had gone to the underworld he had asked his father where to find Thanatos.
Hades may rule the underworld but he didn't know many of the souls there. Thanatos on the other hand had an iPad with a list of who were dead, of who were living and whose time it was to die.
Thanatos made a deal with the son of Hades, he would tell Nico what he wanted to know if Nico and would retrieve a wondering soul that had somehow been shrouded from him. Nico had agreed and found out that not only was Percy's brother Derek still alive, but so was his sister Cora.
Percy had asked Annabeth to try and find her, and Annabeth wanting one of her best friends to be happy agreed to see if she could find her. However as they had no information on her whereabouts she wasn't very hopeful in finding her, but nevertheless she would try and Percy appreciated it. More than the young son of Poseidon could put in to words.
Also since finding Cora had nothing to do with a prophecy Rachel couldn't help. Percy had also asked Lupa to keep an ear on the ground for any rumours she might hear that could lead to Cora's whereabouts.
Percy Jackson opened the door to his old house. He really would've preferred to be anywhere but there. He knew Derek wasn't there. The scent wasn't strong enough. Percy had walked from the safe house.
Percy could smell death of course, he expected that, but not like this. The scent was similar to Nico's, nowhere close to the strength that his cousin's aura displayed, but a rather similar smell. The difference was that while Nico smelled like the dead, this scent smelled like death, yes there was a difference. A lot people seemed to forget Hades was the God of the DEAD, while Thanatos was the God of Death. Hence why Nico smelled like the dead, not like death.
Whoever the scent belonged to was long gone; Percy then caught more scents besides that particular one in the house, and the hunters in the woods. One was a werewolf, two were human. He had a feeling the werewolf was Scott. One of the humans was Allison, and the other was the human that he didn't know the name of that rocked up the Porsche in his dream, the one he didn't quite like, the one who threw the first explosive. (Stiles)
Percy looked out the boarded up window, and he was correct. He was very good at identifying people through scents. Percy focused his hearing toward them.
"Why would Lydia come here?" The nameless one or rather the one Percy didn't know the name of asked.
"Maybe she was looking for a teacher?" Allison suggested.
They stopped walking, and Scott spoke up, "You mean looking for an Alpha."
Who was Lydia? Was she the one who left the scent of death behind? The nameless one appeared to be the most in a panic; he seemed to be the one who cared most for this Lydia person.
"Do you smell that?" Scott suddenly asked, "The Ocean."
Percy cursed silently in his mind in Ancient Greek. He had forgotten to remove his scent. Percy and Nico were able to reduce their demigod scents from before their were-beast status.
"Not all of us have your nose Scott," Stiles said as he bent his knees and back to look at a tree, but why would he be so focused on a tree? He wouldn't be normally unless he was a Satyr, or a nature spirit, or somehow obsessed with nature as much as they were.
Booby trap was the thought that appeared. He was correct again, as the nameless one tripped in and Scoot got hung up by his foot. Oh, poor Scott.
"Stiles, next time you see a trip wire, don't trip it." Stiles? Percy had to literary force himself not to laugh at the name. He thought Perseus was bad, but at least Perseus was an actual name, Stiles sounded as not-a-name as possible.
Percy was so busy trying not to laugh that he couldn't focus on Scott's conversation with Chris Argent, he did hear the threat to cut him in half. Percy had almost been sliced, diced, and cut-in-half enough times that he knew it wasn't a fun experience.
Nico walked out of the house and he was suddenly hit with the feeling of death. Not the kind he got when someone was dying. It was more along the lines of being in the presence of Thanatos. But a lot weaker, kind of how Nico would imagine a demigod child of Thanatos would feel like, except for the fact that Thanatos hadn't had a demigod child since Ancient Greece.
