I just want to start this chapter by saying, yes I have already uploaded this fic under a different name (Son of Night) and finished it. Spoiler alert, I hated it. The writing was not something I was proud of. So I have decided to rewrite it with a different plotline and a less daunting character count. Some changes with this story are the timeline. It's still just before Marked but it is also right after The Battle of Manhattan. So Heroes of Olympus has not started but there may be references to it as the story goes on. This is also extremally canon divergent as end-game ships in the two IPs do not hold any weight. I am writing to make myself happy :) I do however hope you enjoy it as well. Happy Reading!

Let's start this story off simple. If you're reading this, you know that I was Perseus Jackson; Son of Poseidon, and Sally Jackson, stepson of Paul Blofis. The child of the Big Three that had the fate of the world on my shoulders when I turned 16. What you don't know—wouldn't know is that my life took a hard right into being painfully unfair when school started after the titan war. So, sit down and grab a cup of coffee while I tell you about how I got wrapped into some cosmic bull shit this time.

It was a bit into September, and my stepdad and I were in the school counselor's office at Goode High School. Paul was a well-respected English Teacher at Goode—well as respected as a public school teacher could be. So I was trying my best to focus on what the counselor was saying. But it was shit I've heard at every school and could resight in time while I covered my ears. I wasn't having any of it. I was positive I was sick with the flu or something, which should have been impossible due to the Curse of Achilles. Now, I would have stayed home, but I couldn't afford to do just that. I already missed weeks of school due to the nightmares that kept me up from the titan war. The images of Annabeth taking a fatal blow for me, and the faces of those we lost haunted my dreams. It made me unable to sleep. Until recently, when those dreams changed. I sit alone in an open field, the moon and stars shining a bright, comforting glow onto me while a voice similar to my mom tells me it will all be okay. I was finally getting a good night's rest.

My sleep wasn't my counselor's concern; instead, her concern was directed at my missed school days. And the fact that I have been causing trouble in my classes. Yeah, trouble. Spoiler alert, that translates to me correcting my teachers on the correct name to use. Now I was an all-B student. With Paul's help and I-messaging Annabeth, I have been able to stay at a solid B in my classes. Even in classes that I refused to participate in because they wouldn't use my name. That was my counselor's biggest concern and I could hear Paul's words become more strained as he explained how it shouldn't be a concern. I mean I was still doing the work on time. I was doing my assignments. I just never volunteered information because they kept calling me that name. I guess you might be confused. Well you see, monsters have a better respect for chosen names versus legal names than old-as-dirt white male teachers do. My legal name isn't Perseus Jackson. Perseus was the name my mama helped me pick out to help me feel better in my own skin. Before all of this happened my mama had a court date set to actually change my legal name. That date never came to be for reasons you see later.

Now I had spaced out as this guidance counselor spoke to me. You'd think she would of started to get the hint that I wasn't listening to her, but she kept going on and on about how "my blatant disrespect for my teachers was unacceptable" and that i "needed to not take the name thing so seriously." Gods I just love my guidance counselor. What startled me however was when I saw out the corner of my eye my Step-Dad immediately stood up and slammed his hands on the desk. I watched him breathing quickly and I couldn't ignore how tight my chest felt. I sat up but Paul motioned for me to stay back. "Debbie, in all due respect, this meeting is unnecessary and extremely disrespectful." Paul's words caused the room to grow quiet and still. He straightened out his button-down shirt and then motioned for me to exit the room. "I will be going to the board about your behavior and blatant disrespect for my family's wishes. . . ."

Paul's voice was harsh and firm as I walked out of Debbie's office into the main office. As I took a moment to steady myself and adjust the sports bra I was wearing I heard Paul raise his voice. I took that as my cue to get the fuck out of there and go to my locker. The halls were extremely quiet as I made my way to my locker. Well, quiet wasn't the right word. I was coughing up my lungs and so that sound echoed throughout the halls.

On a typical day, there would be multiple students who were staying after school for clubs and sports. Though today wasn't a typical day. It seemed like everyone decided to take a day off except for this guy next to my locker. I probably should have become alarmed, but something kept my typical paranoia at bay. Like this guy had put a spell on me to just keep me calm about everything. It allowed me to walk up to my locker, open it, and get out my textbooks and bag. I closed the door, put my bag on my shoulder, and looked up to see the guy standing right next to me. He had pail skin and sapphire tattoos framed his face and met at the crescent moon on his forehead. His eyes seemed to stare into me like he was looking at my soul directly. I didn't get to really process what was happening as he raised his hand, focusing it on me. That's when he spoke;

"Perseus Jackson, Night has chosen thee. Harken to Deaths' sweet voice. Your journey begins at the House of Night."

Suddenly I had a piercing headache that distracted me from the words said. I dropped my bag and dropped to the ground having a splitting headache. My mind started to race as I put together what had happened. Okay, so I knew what had just happened, but I was deep in denial and still felt sick as all shit. Well, that wasn't going to go away till I got to the NYC House of Night. I was just marked by a vampyre Tracker. Apparently, the Goddess of the night decided she needed to have the son of the sea god as one of her "children." At least I knew why I was so sick. I was dying. I was dying and needed to get to the House of Night. I slowly stood back up and rubbed my forehead leaning against the lockers. I needed to find Paul.

"Percy, are you okay?" Paul said as if on cue, causing me to look up frightened and scared. Paul looked at my forehead and then at me. He immediately brought me into a hug holding me for a moment before letting go. "Alright, the first thing we are doing is getting you home." Paul took my bag from me and put his arm on my back to lead me outside. The lights had gotten really bright, and I struggled to keep my eyes open. As we got into the family car, I sat in the passenger seat and heard Paul talking over the phone. I could listen to my mom's voice grow in worry as Paul tried his best to explain what was going on. I felt like crying. I wanted to curl up in my mama's arms and cry. I wanted her to tell me it was going to be okay- even though we both knew that wasn't for sure.

As I think about this moment now, I remember how Annabeth was an afterthought in my mind. I did worry about how she would take the news, but my mom was more important to me. I was just worried about my mom. That didn't change until we had gotten to our apartment complex. Paul had gotten us home faster than he had ever had before. I remember how he had helped me out of the car and led me to the apartment. I remember how warm that first hug felt. How my mom immediately wrapped me in a warm tight hug, which I melted into, as soon I entered our home. When she let go, she turned my face to look at the crescent moon outline that was present on my forehead. She looked past me to what I assumed to be Paul, as I heard the front door close. Her gaze didn't linger past me for long—no it lasted a millisecond. Just long enough to register who it was.

"Percy, are you okay?" My mom asked me as her full attention was on me. I looked at her and saw the worry in her eyes under the concern she had for me. I shook my head, a lump in my throat and my chest burning.

"No," I said as I felt my cheeks start getting wet. "Everything is going too fast, I hurt all over, and I don't even know how to tell Annabeth what has happened." The words just fell out of my mouth, and right after, I started another coughing fit. That didn't stop my mom from brushing the tears off my cheeks.

"Don't worry about telling Annabeth." She told me as I felt my chest getting tighter. "Go and start to pack at least a suitcase with your clothes. Paul is going to find the fastest root to the New York house of Night; I am going to make you something to ease your throat from this coughing. If you're wearing your binder, take it off for a moment—just to see if it will help you breath a bit."

I nodded, trying to hold back another fit before my saint of a mother removed her hands from my face, and she moved to the kitchen, going to the cupboard. I made my way to my room, getting out a suitcase from under my bed and packing my clothes. I started to relax and I don't know why it made me relax. As I relaxed the coughing didn't hurt as bad. It was a little bit of heaven. Well, until I grabbed the CHB t-shirt from my closet. So many memories in one article of clothing. So many potential memories that wouldn't ever see the light of day. The dam broke once again; I just fell to the floor holding the t-shirt and started to cry. This caused my chest to heave and as I tried to control my breathing it felt like tiny knives were digging into my lungs.

I never knew what my future was going to be. All I did know at that moment in time was that I wanted Annabeth to be a part of it- but that want didn't seem to be possible with this change I was being forced to go through. What was even she going to think? Would she want to continue our relationship? Was it fair for me to desperately hope that answer is yes? I started sobbing to the point my whole body was shaking, and my coughing fits came more frequently. I began to feel like I couldn't breathe, so I quickly took off the hoodie I was wearing. Then I frantically clawed off my shirt sobbing and coughing as the panic set in. What was Annabeth going to think? What was she going to think?

That was when I felt my mom's hand on my back as she started to rub it in circular motions like she did when I was little. I couldn't but be hyper aware as her strokes stayed away from my sports bra. It was such a small gesture but it helped me start to calm down. The coughing started to dissipate. It was still there but it wasn't as often or as violent. Once I was completely calm she took the t-shirt out of my hand, which caused me to look up and watch as she put it into the suitcase. She looked down at me and gave me a patient smile grabbing the travel mug that smelled of mint tea and ginger and handing it to me as she sat down next to me.

"Leave it to my son to be able to get all his clothes into a single carry-on suitcase." She said with a chuckle, clearly trying to make me feel better. "I put some honey in the tea; it should soothe your throat. Paul has worked out the best route for the trip. Shouldn't take longer than 20 minutes- gods willing, we won't have to deal with New York traffic."

I chuckled a bit and held the travel mug in my hands. "Why does this stuff keep happening to me?" I got out, a cold chill racing through my body.

"I don't know," My mom said, and I didn't have to look at her to know she was holding back her own tears. "I wish I knew; I wish I had all the answers for you."

I stood up slowly and steadied myself against my bed as I felt very dizzy. I then put my shirt and sweatshirt on once more. "We probably shouldn't stall this trip," I said softly, and I felt my mom bring me into a hug.

"Percy," She said softly, holding me close. "You're going to be; everything will be okay." With that final statement she kissed the top of my head and then helped me gather the rest of my things. Paul had emptied my book bag and I used that to take some extra things. Including Fish. I was definitely going to need Fish tonight. Now Fish is my pastel purple, pink, and blue teddy bear that I've had sense forever. I can't sleep at night without him. Why is his name fish? I don't know. That was just the name I picked. When we were all done, we loaded into the family car once again. The drive was about 20 minutes long. I was sure Paul would get a ticket a couple of times, but he didn't. I got out of the backseat and looked over at the big building that seemed to loom over me. It some how felt old and new all at the same time. I wished that I could have Annabeth talking about the architecture of it. Instead, I felt my mom put her arm around me, as I grabbed my suitcase from Paul. With my suit case and travel mug in hand, the three of us walked in through the main doors, and it was like a magic spell washed over me. Or, more appropriately, it felt like I just drank some nectar after a long battle. My lungs stopped burning, and I didn't have an urge to cough. I got so distracted by instantly feeling better, that I didn't notice the tall woman with dark hair and emerald eyes.

"A pleasure to meet you; I am Sally Blofis." I looked over and saw my mom shaking the women's hand—well forearm. The woman had vampyre Tattoos that framed her face in a wave-like pattern. Meeting at the filled-out crescent moon circling like it was in a whirlpool. "This is my son Perseus Jackson and my Husband Paul Blofis."

The woman nodded and had a gentle smile. "We've been expecting Perseus. It is rare that our Goddess gives me incite to my future fledglings. I am High Priestess Antiope; I am the High Priestess of this House of Night." High Priestess Antiope looked at me and her gentle gaze didn't waver, no it almost increased. "It is significantly rare for a Demigod to be marked by our goddess. The Gods and her have a very specific deal regarding such markings. If it is any comfort, you won't have to worry about the monsters as you go through the change and eventually complete it."

"Excuse me?" I asked as the three of us went quiet, and Antiope started to chuckle- but kindly. Like how a teacher chuckles when a kid gets really surprised by a simple scientific fact- like vinegar and baking soda cause a bubbly reaction.

"I see that Camp Half-Blood still has a horrible habit of not telling its campers everything," Antiope said gently and motioned for the three of us to follow us to her office. "Vampyre's can see through the mist that the world of Demigods and Gods is under. We vampyres have agreed to keep that world a secret, and the gods let us have our peace. The monsters leave us alone because our scent repeals them instead of enticing them."

"So, I'm safe as a vampyre?" I asked, and Antiope nodded with a smile.

"Yes, though technically, you are only a fledgling until you make the change and get your full mark." Antiope said then she sat down at her desk motioning for us to sit.

"I guess this is more of a blessing than I thought," I said, which caused my mother and Paul to chuckle a little bit, clearly relaxing.

"Indeed," Antiope said as she watched the three of us sit at the three chairs in front of her desk. "Sally and Paul, I want you both to know that you have my word that Perseus will be well taken care of here," Antiope said, placing her right hand in a fist over her heart. "I will personally see that if anything changes, it is for the better. I understand how unnerving this can be, I want to stave your fears."

"I don't know what it is, but for the first time I truly believe you have my son's best interest at heart." My mom said and I looked over to see she was relaxed and she place a hand on my shoulder. "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure, it's been decades sense I've seen another child of the sea." Antiope said and my eyes widened. She winked at me with a smile and focused her attention to my mom once more. "Perseus will do we here. I have never been more certain in that statement."

"Are you a child of the sea?" Paul asked and Antiope chuckled a bit and nodded.

"Yes, Poseidon fell in love with my mother way back in 1850 and was marked in 1866 making the change in 1870." Antiope explained as she pulled out some paper work for me. Was that name change documents? Did I read the word emancipation?

"You look surprisingly well for being alive that long," I said, and Antiope couldn't hold back her laughter.

"So will you when you turn 159." She said and handed me a book. "This is your fledgling handbook. I recommend that you carry it with you if you have any questions. You'll find that this book explains that vampyres have extended lifespans that really only end in tragedy. You won't find a vampyre that has died of natural causes."

"Sounds like the Hunters of Artemis," I said offhandedly, looking at the cover and looking up to see Antiope nodding.

"A very similar trade-off," Antiope said as she placed some documents facing me on the desk. "Now time for some paperwork." Antiope looked at my mom and Paul who were looking at the documents curiously. " As a fledgling, your son becomes legally emancipated from your guardianship. With that emancipation," Antiope turned her gaze back to me and I felt my heart beat in my chest. "You can legally change your name to start your new life, so Perseus, is there a name you wish to legally be known as?"

I didn't have to think long when she asked me that question. I mean, come on. This was like a dream come true! Yet for some reason another name change felt needed. I looked at my mom and dad. I then looked back at Antiope with a big smile. "Percy Blofis," I said, and Antiope smiled and handed me what looked like a school schedule. It was one, so I started to read it, curious about what type of classes fledglings had to take.

Percy Blofis, Entering Third Former, 09/15/2009

Okay, so it freaked me out a little. It was dated five days before I was marked and had the name I chose to change it to. That, however, didn't really keep my interest for long as I read the list of classes and times I would take them.

1st hour - 8pm - Vampyre Sociology 101 - Rm. 312 - Prof. Antiope

2nd hour - 9pm - Drama 101 - Performing Arts Center - Prof. Cassiopeia

Or

Sketching 101 - Rm. 215 - Prof. Dio

Or

Intro to Music - Rm. 214 - Prof. Merida

3rd hour - 10pm - Lit 101 - Rm. 216 - Prof. Demeter

4th hour - 11pm - Fencing - Gymnasium - Prof. Mars

LUNCH BREAK

5th hour - 1am - Spanish 101 - Rm 314 - Prof. Luciana

6th hour - 2am - Parkour- Roof - Prof. Jason

The first thing that stood out to me was the time I would be taking these classes. They were all 12hrs after I have been going to school. I was about to ask about the time, wondering if there could of been a misprint when Antiope started to explain the schedule. "We vampyres are a nocturnal people. Even now, I suspect you feel miles better than you did before you arrived, yet you still feel tired and worn out." I nodded even though she didn't ask it as a question. "That's because your body is already on the typical circadian rhythm of vampyres. It is currently 5:30pm, and most of our students are asleep in their dorms. They should all be up around 6pm to get ready for their day." That was when I noticed that Antiope and my parents had finished the paperwork. When I looked over at my parents they both looked like they could cry. But somehow I knew they weren't sad tears.

"Now, sense our students are asleep. Why don't I give you a proper tour of our facilities?"