A/N: Here's the next chapter, where the Cullen coven is first introduced to the demigods of Camp Half-Blood. Enjoy, R&R!

POV: Bella

Chapter 3: Enticing Smell

"How much farther, Mommy?" Renesmee asked from the back seat of the car. She, thankfully, wasn't obnoxious in asking "are we there yet" every five minutes; instead, she asked "how much farther" every hour or so. We were nearing Long Island Sound and the houses we'd bought after the mentally exhausting twenty-hour trip.

"About fifteen minutes left, sweetie," I told her patiently.

"Okay, Momma." She quiets herself down, looking out the side window with curiosity and interest on her face, staring at the long green hills and the blue-green sea in the distance. I loved the way that she could stare at anything for a period of time without losing any interest - her curiosity was amazing. I looked over at Edward, who was holding my hand, lifting the inner core of my shield so he could hear my thoughts. I hope she likes our new home.

"Don't worry, love. Of course she will," Edward said quietly enough so that our daughter couldn't hear. He was looking at me, not even caring to keep an eye on the road. I tore my gaze away from his butterscotch-colored eyes and at the road. Alice's yellow Porsche was in front of us, and as I watched, it came to a sudden halt. Edward slammed on the brakes before he could ruin the back of Alice's precious car.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly, and then I smelled it.

The scent of human blood.

But it wasn't at all human; it was more enticing, more attractive than any other blood I'd ever smelled in my vampire life. It wasn't human; it wasn't vampire. It was something more, and my throat immediately burst into flames that I could barely contain. As Edward was looking at me, the warm liquid gold of his eyes darkened to an ominous onyx color. I was sure mine were doing the same. He smelled it too.

"What is that?" Edward asked, trying to keep calm, but I didn't need the ability to read his mind to know that he was trying very, very hard to restrain himself from lunging out of the car and hunting down the source of the scent.

But he'd had nearly a century of practice.

I'd only had two.

It was as if I was a newborn again, on my first hunt in the woods with Edward. I so clearly remembered the second when I caught a whiff of human blood and was so crazed with thirst at the smell that I'd gone after it without thinking twice. But this smell, this fragrance was so sweet and alluring that I couldn't resist it, and if I couldn't (especially with my strange resistance to the smell of human blood), well, a newborn would never stand a chance.

As it was, I began to chase after the scent of my prey's blood without stopping to think, just like that first time in the woods…

I almost ripped the polished silver door off of Edward's precious Volvo in my incredibly hasty attempt to follow the scent, and I was off. I realized that Edward was right on my tail, and that he was resisting the temptation of the sweet aroma to try and stop my hunt before it was too late. He had Renesmee on his back, and she was clinging on, barely maintaining her seat at the speeds at which we ran.

"Bella! Bella! Stop!" he shouted after me, but even I could hear the thirst in his voice, how he craved the blood as much as I did, if not even more.

I ran straight up a hill with a magnificent pine tree at the top in less than two seconds flat, and ran straight into a wall. At least, that was what it felt like. But it couldn't be a wall, because with my strength I would have run right through it. And there was no wall there. Just... empty space. I tried again and again to break through to the space past the pine tree, but the invisible wall didn't give in and before long Edward's arms were around me, restraining me from moving further. I was no longer stronger than him as I'd been when I was a newborn; he held me easily, and eventually I stopped fighting against his arms.

"Sorry," I whispered softly, no longer the crazed, bloodthirsty creature I'd been three seconds ago. Even though I could still smell the alluring blood, I was in control now.

"Mommy?" Renesmee's tiny voice came from behind Edward, on his back. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine, sweetie. Just smelled the blood." Renesmee nodded understandingly. I loved this about my daughter - she could understand a lot of things without the need to ask "Why?". "Did the others follow?" I asked Edward. We'd seen Alice stop on the road, probably because she and Jasper caught the scent, but I'd been running up the hill before I saw anyone else move.

"Yes, Carlisle and Esme were the least affected, I think. Rose and Emmett came up, not entirely enticed by the smell, but trying to stop you. I think Alice was trying to stop Jasper, who ran right after you, also crazed by the smell," Edward explained. "I smelled it too, and so did Nessie, but we were more concerned about you than tracking the smell."

"What is that?" I asked now, bewildered. I turned around to see nearly the entire family standing behind us, except for Alice and Jasper. They were a little ways away, and I could hear from over here that Alice was trying to comfort and calm her mate. I was also really confused about why the invisible wall had knocked me back.

"I'm not sure. None of us were." Edward frowned at saying this. "Someone's coming, they think there was a monster attack on Thalia's tree." I looked at him, confusion written all over my face. "I'm as confused as you are, love. I have no clue what that mea-" He paused, cautiously sniffing the air. "The smell is getting closer," he said, horrified. His grip around my waist and arms tightened, trying to prevent me from running off after the smell again.

In the distance, I could make out a large group of people, all teenagers, the source of the enticing smell that had had me minutes ago, and heard them shouting to each other. "Line formation, shields locked!" a girl's voice screamed. "Percy, Annabeth, you're in front!"

I had no idea what was going on, but I understood that they were marching towards us, holding what looked like ancient weapons. They lifted up swords and daggers the color of Edward's hair. Two were in front - a boy with long, wavy black hair and sea green eyes holding a sword made of bronze, and a girl with stormy but bright gray eyes and beautiful blonde curls comparable to Rosalie's. They both looked about the age of Edward and I - physically, at least. And they were all heading towards us.

Instinctively I raised my mental shield, covering all of my family, just in case they had any special, manipulative mind powers. I wasn't really scared of them, but I wanted to prevent any confrontation that was about to happen. The group of teenagers, though, looked like they were intent on vaporizing us and kept moving in our direction.

Edward let go of me, realizing that I was once again in control of my thirst, and handed Renesmee to Rosalie, who instantly shielded my daughter protectively with her arms. We took defensive positions, and I saw my entire family do the same behind me. We were all centered around Renesmee.

The wave of fighters didn't back off at hearing our snarls and growls, they kept moving forward as if they did this every day, and I could see below their (also ancient-civilization-looking) helmets the grim expressions they wore heading into what seemed an inevitable battle.

Not just a minute later, they started to attack.

A/N: I am cruel, aren't I, ending on such a cliffhanger? Shoutout to The Titanical Cup, one of my best friends, who introduced me to . Go to her page and read her stories, they're kinda really awesome!