Alright, so this story was written during the major heatwave. So… it isn't very good. Please stand by, the next one will be funnier (and better).

Annabeth very softly breathed, trying not to alarm the guard. She had never expected to be send on a quest to an old abandoned French castle that apparently had a monster living in it (She had no idea what. She just felt monster energy and smell coming of it). However, she knew it was in the next room.

Slowly, she reached for her dagger. The next time a guard would walk out, she would duck into the room to get... whatever was in there. She had been standing hidden by the door long enough to realise that the guards came out every other five minutes. Apparently, their round was straight through the monsters' living room.

Yet, of course, when a demigod has a plan, somebody has to ruin it, and this time it was because no guards came out of the door. Annabeth bit her lip. Suddenly, she heard something fall over, followed by screeching and screaming.

The next moment, the door flew open and Clarisse came running through the door, followed by a troupe of guards. Annabeth blinked once, before immediately reacting to what was happening. She cut one of the monster guards with her knife. 'Clarisse!'

The daughter of Ares looked over her shoulder. 'You get the one on the right!' she yelled. Annabeth gave her a nod, before she started walking slightly slower. The guard behind her was just as stupid as she thought. He started running quicker and bumped straight into the sharp part of Annabeth's knife. He dropped to the floor and started screeching.

The sound was horrible. When Clarisse struck her opponent with her spear, it started to screech as well. Annabeth pressed her hands against her ears, while she was desperately trying to find an exit.

Eventually, she and Clarisse sprinted through a opened door and smashed it shut before the monsters could get through. Still on their guard, the girls looked around the room. There was no one, and there were no paintings. Clarisse checked behind the curtains. Annabeth took a deep breath - she felt the presence of monsters far away, not currently in the room.

'We're safe for now,' she whispered. Clarisse nodded.

'Hm-mm. Say, owl head, what are you doing around here?' Annabeth raised her chin.

'Chiron send me. On my own. What are you doing here, exactly?'

'I was visiting my grandma nearby and felt monster aura. What else should I have done?'

Annabeth shrugged. 'Alright, I guess. Now that we are here together, we should try to fight back at them together. What to do?' Clarisse bit her lip.

'That screeching is the worst part. It just really sits in your head and causes a ringing in your ear.' Annabeth realised that she was right. She hadn't noticed the ringing before. 'Well, do you know if there is anything important happening around here?'

'Apparently, the master of the house is waiting for a bride to arrive.'

'Interesting...'

'She's blond.'

'Shut up and no way in Tartarus, Clarisse.'

'It is that or screeching. It is easier...' Annabeth turned her head away.

'Where did you get the dress from, anyway?' Annabeth asked, twenty minutes later.

'It hung somewhere in a closet.'

'What if it is poisoned?'

'Didn't feel, smell or looked like it.' annabeth rolled her eyes.

'That doesn't mean anything!'

'Shhh! We are way to close! Act like a frail little bride!' Annabeth groaned, but she put on her sweet little woman face (Which immediately gave her cramps in her face). Clarisse knocked on the door, which they ran away from only an hour ago. 'What if he recognises you?' Annabeth muttered, while keeping her face in the same expression.

'I believe he is visually impaired.'

'Believe?'

'Just trust me this once, Chase.' Annabeth rolled her eyes, but she didn't say anything back.

The door opened. A monsterous guard stared at the girls with suspicion in their eyes. 'Qui es-tu?'

'Elle est la Mariée,' Clarisse answered. Annabeth blinked. She lost her composure a little - she had no idea what French gibberish Clarisse had just told the guard. But the guard didn't ask anymore questions and let them through.

Annabeth hadn't known what the master of the castle looked like before. And honestly, it could have been way worse. He looked rather normal, actually. Rather pleasant, Annabeth thought. In her head, she had already thought of a Jabba the Hutt type monster thing. Yet, she also knew that appearance was not the only thing that made a monster dangerous. Far from it - the normal looking monsters were the ones you trusted better and tended to overlook.

The monster stood up (There was no way it wasn't a monster. His aura was way to strong for it to be a regular mortal). 'Bonjour, Kristina.' Annabeth panicked a little on the inside - if he would keep talking French throughout the entire mission, things would get difficult.

'I am glad you could get here from ze United Kingdom.' Oh. Alright then, no French. Thank the gods. Clarisse answered for here.

'Kristina is very excited to be here,' She said, loud, clear and in a deeper voice than regular. The monster raised his eyebrows. 'Can't she say that herself? I would never let a servant talk for me...' Annabeth saw Clarisse clench her jaw.

'I...'

'I am also so glad to be here, Sir. I am sure our Union will be a success,' Annabeth said before Clarisse could give the monster a snide comment that would make the entire plan fall apart. The monster grinned at her. Yeah, those teeth were sharp. Monsterly sharp. 'No need for calling me sir, sweetheart. I am Pierre Leroy, alright?' Annabeth gave him a sweet little smile.

'Of course, Michael... Darling.' She screamed internally when she spoke the last word. She felt Clarisse next to her wince a little as well. Michael had a smug grin on his face. He nodded slowly. 'My servants will bring you too your room. Your servant will sleep with mine...' He stopped talking when Annabeth shook her head.

'No, no, no, Michael. I need another woman around me, for advice. Please, she can sleep in my room...' Michael pursed his lips.

'If that is what you want, darling.' He clapped in his hands. A servant scurried into the room 'Bring her to her suite.' The servant bowed and gestured at Clarisse and Annabeth to come along.

The room they were brought to was large enough to put six king sized beds in, with lots of space still left. 'He didn't say anything about the fact that you were already a wedding dress,' Clarisse said. 'What a dense...'

'Sh! Wait!' Annabeth looked around the room, checking all the corners. 'Look behind the curtains. I'll look in the bathroom. I think there might be cameras or microphones hidden somewhere. Clarisse stopped talking and obliged.

They couldn't find any cameras or microphones after that search, but Annabeth still didn't feel safe. She snapped her fingers a few times. 'Erm...' Then, she saw the radio in the corner.

'We can put on some music...'

'Unless that thing has a mechanism, so that it works two ways. That you didn't think of that, owl head.'

Annabeth took a deep breath. 'You're right. Did you bring a Phone? Ipod?' She whispered.

'No, too much danger. I forgot my demigod proof one in the cabin,' Clarisse whispered back.

'Mine's still in my old clothes. We...'

'I'll go get your old clothes. I can get into the wash room without it being suspicious. Wait here.' The last words were said slightly too loud, but Annabeth didn't really care. Nobody would be able to make anything out of the words 'Wait here' (So she thought).

After Clarisse had left, it took Michael seconds before he stood in Annabeth's room. The daughter of Athena sighed internally - he really was that clingy and controlling. She felt pity for the real Kristina - until she realised that Michael would probably be gone by the time she would arrive. Yeah, Kristina would be safe.

'What do you and your handmaiden want to talk about? Why is she French? Why does she call you... Annabeth?' He really does listen, Annabeth thought.

'I thought a French handmaiden would be handy in France, so she could tutor me in the language, dear. We want to talk about some girly stuff for the wedding, nothing important, just the colours of the bridesmaids' dresses... And Annabeth is just a pet name, she thought I was named Annabeth when we met...'

'And you didn't immediately fire her?'

'... Nobody else could be hired.' Know shut up, alligator face, she thought after that. The mans' sharp teeth really made him look like an alligator a little. She decided to remember that small thought - you never knew.

'How horrible! I'll get someone knew from Paris immediately!'

'No, no, no, that's unnecessary, I trust her and I do not want someone else in this time...'

'Hm. I'll bring food somewhere in the next hour, Kristina.' He turned around and walked out of the room.

When Clarisse came back with Annabeth's old shirt and shorts (Which she had thrown into a nearby washbasket when she brought Annabeth the wedding dress) in her arms. 'Here.' Annabeth rummaged through the inside pocket of her shirt. 'You have inside pockets in your t-shirt?'

'It's handy, Clara! Also, why didn't you check for stuff in my clothes!?' Then she remembered that somebody was probably listening along. She stopped talking and got her Phone out. She turned on the first song she could find and turned the volume high.

'Alright, he heard everything we said before, he asks too many questions and he has really sharp teeth. Also, he'll have food brought somewhere in the next hour, which signals that we can't really talk because someone might just come walking through the door and then what.' Clarisse rolled her eyes.

'This is getting too difficult. What happened to just tearing apart everyone and everything in your way on a mission?'

'Could be how an Ares kid fixes it, but we Athena children keep it more refined.'

'Refined, missy? I was the one who brought you the dress!'

'SHh! He can probably still hear us!'

'You were talking about demigods before!'

Annabeth bit her lip. Yep, that was dumb. 'No more saying that word.'

'Agreed.' Neither of them said anything for a few minutes.

'We need to do something,' Clarisse eventually said.

'Yes, but what? I mean, we can't wait weeks if not months for the wedding! Also, that well be in a room full off people...'

'Maybe... maybe we will...' Before Clarisse could finish what she was saying, a servant came into the room with a platter full of food.

'Here, this is for you,' She told Clarisse. Another servant came in with a bowl of salad.

'And this is for Kristina,' She said, while putting it down for Annabeth. Annabeth felt like going up to Michael to kick him. 'Thanks,' She said, forcibly smiling. They waited for the servants to leave.

Which they didn't. 'We'll pick up your plates after you've eaten,' one of them eventually said. Annabeth felt like throwing her bowl right against the wall - she would get just as much calorieës into her body that way. Yet, she decided that that wasn't very lady like and would probably rat her out, so she slowly started to eat the salad.

Alright, it was a good salad, but it still seemed really weak next to the huge meal Clarisse was eating (and not holding back on). When they were both satisfied (Or Annabeth just finished her bowl), the servants brought it away.

'Screw it, lets' just leave, I can't handle this,' Annabeth sulked. Clarisse stared at the duvet.

'This entire mission is a train wreck. I second going away.' Annabeth turned off her Ipod.

'Can you help me?' Clarisse unzipped the wedding dress. Annabeth stepped out of the dress. Quickly she put on her shorts and t-shirt. 'Thanks. Let's go.'

They walked to the door. Annabeth tried to open it - only to find out it was locked. 'Oh, gods, no...' Annabeth whispered. Clarisse growled.

'How difficult can a monster mission be!? If I had my siblings here, we would have just bashed his face.'

'If we can get this door open, I see no problem with Bashing his face,' Annabeth answered. She banged on the door. 'Open up! Eh... I need a different kind of perfume!'

'Perfume?'

'Clara, I am trying my best over here!'

'We don't we just climb out the window?'

'Because that one is probably also locked, don't you think?'

Clarisse tried it anyway. Annabeth was right, however. The daughter of Athena stayed by the door, listening if somebody came by.

Nobody did for a few hours. Which gave Annabeth and Clarisse a lot of time to talk to each other. Way to much time to talk to each other. By the end of the evening, they were both sitting on another side of the room, livid with each other.

Michael couldn't have picked a worse time to come into 'Kristina's' room. 'Good night, darling. I wanted t...' He was immediately tackled by both girls, who ran past him, screaming something about sending an exterminator, telling Chiron and wanting a divorce.

Michael yelled for his guards to go after them, but it was no use. Annabeth and Clarisse got a few of them, before they got out of the castle.

'I am never going to go on a mission with you ever again!'

'Same!'

As I said, written during the Heatwave, wack. I'll write a better story about Annabeth and Clarisse going on a mission together when It is less hot.