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English is not my native language, so I'm sorry for any errors I might have.
Summary: Slightly AU, Fem!Percy. The war against Gaea is over. Everything is slowly going back to normal—everything but Persephone Jackson. Going through a war is hard, but going through two wars is harder. She leaves Camp to spend her senior year in a little town in Virginia in hopes for a normal year for once. Little does she know—Mystic Falls is a monster infected town. Will the saviour of Olympus be saved before its too late, or will the darkness within her consume all that was left of her? Will she fall in love again?
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Chapter 4
"There's a carnival in town," Sally muttered. A smile had appeared on her face; she watched as her daughter was distractedly reading some books—which shocked her, because Percy never liked to read, she never had the patience for it, not with her dyslexia.
"Really?" Percy asked distractedly, not really hearing what her mother had said.
"Maybe we could go. It'll be like old times, and it could be a great opportunity for us to meet people from town, and for you to meet other students. Supposedly, the juniors at Mystic Falls High are the ones in charge of it."
Percy nodded. In reality, she wasn't completely aware of what her mother had said. "That sounds very nice, mom. Maybe we should go."
She was reading the enormously big handmade book that had all kinds of information about monsters and how to destroy them.
That book had been a gift from Artemis; the goddess had given it to Percy in hopes of her to get invested into hunting, and join her pack of immortal maidens.
Even when the book was very interesting,— that one, and the one that was about how girls didnt need boys to be happy—and the prospect of hunting forever with someone as strong and cool as Artemis sounded like heaven, Percy couldn't join them.
The first reason had been the prophecy. Percy couldn't simply accept it and leave the responsibility of the war to Nico—the only other living child of the Big Three gods in that moment. She wasn't that selfish, for Nico had been a child back there, and she simply couldn't run from her fate.
The second reason had been love. The hunters of Artemis couldn't fall in love, ever. It was the only thing Artemis asked for in her girls—purity, and the will to stay forever without romantic love, and without the company of men.
Percy had been 13 years old back then, and even when she was young, she couldn't accept it. She wanted love, like any other human being, and refused the idea of living a life where she couldn't have romantic love.
So she had not joined the hunters of Artemis.
It had been a good decision, for she become the Heroine of Olympus, and saved more people. And for she found love in the most unusual way.
She had experienced the enormous roller coaster that was loving a Greek god; she couldn't say she regretted it, even the parts that hurt, like the betrayal and the fights, had been the best moments of her life. With Apollo, Percy had felt complete; that was something she could never chance, or forget.
"What are you reading, love?" Sally sounded curious.
Percy blinked, looking up at her mother. Only then she realised the horrible headache she had, probably caused by her attempts at reading a book. Thankfully, Artemis had been considerate enough to write it in ancient Greek, and in a simple way that was easier to read for Percy than plain old English.
"Oh, this...is a book."
Mentally, Percy kicked herself. Of course it was a book, what else could it be? A sword? No, wait, she was sure there were some swords / books. Just like she had a sword / pen, she had seen an Athena kid with a book / sword.
"I can see that," Sally's eyes danced with amusement. "I've never seen you so immerse in a book, is that a gift from Annabeth?"
Usually, Percy cherished and loved every gift that came from her blonde friend, so Sally thought that, maybe, that had also been a gift from her.
"No, actually, this was a gift from Artemis." Percy smiled softly. Artemis was always very nice with her, and Percy admired her greatly. "It's a monster book. Not a monster disguised as a book, mind you, it's just a book about monsters."
Lady Artemis, Sally remembered. Apollo's twin sister.
"And may I ask why are you reading that?" Sally was worried for a second. "Is there any problem?"
Percy thought back to her hallucinations, and to the horrible feeling that Mystic Falls had; the horrible monster smell and powder that seemed to not only infest Mystic Falls, but some of their habitants too.
"Just precaution. You never know when I might face against something new, I need to be prepared." Percy shrugged. "Besides, this is actually very interesting. Did you know there are not only Greek monster, but any kind of monsters?"
Sally rose her eyebrows. Looking curious, she sat at her daughter's side. "No, I did not know that."
"Yeah, well, just as there are Greek and Roman monsters, there are monsters about any other kind of mythology. For example...Piper! My friend Piper is Native American, and if she were to fight a monster, she could face one from the Native American mythology. Just like Frank could face one from the Chinese mythology..."
"That is actually very frightening," Sally frowned. "They not only have to worry about Greek monster, but monters from their origins..."
The smile died from Percy's face; she started to look worried, and then kind of sick. "I didn't think of that. You're right, that is horrible."
She looked down at the book on her hands; she had believed it was very interesting the thought of not only Greek and Roman monsters, but monsters from any myth possible, but now...it was sickening the thought.
She had friends from every corner of the world; the diversity of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter was immense, and the thought of them facing more monsters than just the Greek ones was horrible.
"Does that mean that any monster we want to believe in is real?"
"The mind is a powerful thing." Percy looked somber. She thought back to hers, which was now breaking slowly, for she was seeing the dead Titan that ruined her childhood. "I wouldn't be surprised if there were monsters for mortals too."
After a second, she realised what she said, and looked even more horrified. It was possible, Artemis' book said so.
There could be monsters that only existed for mortals; monsters that lived from haunting monsters, just like Greek and Roman monsters lived to hunt and kill demigods.
"Monsters for mortals?" Sally worried increased quickly. Her daughter was a demigoddess, she was half a goddess, half mortal. She could face a monster like that, and the difference between a Greek mythology monster from a mortal monster could be lethal to her.
Percy noticed her mother's growing worry. "Hey, it's okay. Just because this book was written by a goddess it doesn't mean it's all true."
Of course that's what it meant.
Sally couldn't stop looking worried, so Percy scratched her memory to try and remember what her mother had been saying before they spoke of monsters. A carnival, maybe? Something like that.
"Tell me more about the carnival." Percy asked. She closed the book, and glanced back at her mother with forced interest. Anything to take her mind away from what she said, the least Percy wanted was her to worry more because of a silly thing they read on a book.
Sally knew her daughter just wanted to distract her, but she obliged. "It's an annual thing he in Mystic Falls, the Mystic Falls High school is in charge of it. I think it would be a good idea for us to go. We should hang out more often, like before. And you could meet some of your future classmates."
"That sounds..." Percy sighed. Interaction with people was the least thing she wanted. "It sounds very nice, mom. When is it?"
She stood and marched towards the kitchen, leaving the book behind. Sally looked briefly at the book before following her daughter. Percy opened the fridge and took out a water bottle, and then another, and another.
"Tomorrow," Sally answered.
"Great, so I guess we'll be going, right?"
Percy took a box full of cookies, the water bottles, and marched back to the living room. There, she sat back on her couch— she had marked the couch as hers since the very beginning— and resumed what would be a very lazy afternoon reading.
"Of course."
...
A couple of hours after that, the doorbell rang.
Sally was upstairs taking a shower. Percy still was in the couch, though she had dropped any desires of reading from Artemis' book, and was now watching TV distractedly. (Television was probably one of the few thecnological things a demigod could use without attracting monsters).
Percy sighed.
She flinched when her bare feet met the cold surface of the floor. She walked towards the door, dusting cookie powder from her clothes, and opened the door.
A man stood outside; dark hair and icy blue eyes, with high cheekbones and a solid jaw line. His body seemed athletic, but not bulky. He seemed to be in his mid twenties, and was a very handsome man. The smile on his lips screamed trouble.
Suddenly, his troublesome smile changed into a charming smile, his eyes widening and taking a softer look to them. His whole body seemed to emanate charm.
It could've fooled anyone, but it didn't fooled Percy.
All that effort to look nice was something that was often found on liars. People who lied about who they were, and people that weren't nice in reality.
Her years spending time with double faced people (AKA. Most gods) left her the trick of knowing a liar when she saw one, and even at first glance, that man seemed to be hiding something, something deep deep inside of him.
"Hi," he brightened his demeanour considerably. For a second, Percy was struckt by the intensity of his piercing eyes, and her heart jumped. A smirk grew on his face. "My name is Damon Salvatore. I'm your neighbour."
"Oh." Percy couldn't find anything else to say. She was usually very friendly, but she couldn't see what she could say; she never liked the prospect of neighbours introducing themselves. "Pleasure to meet you, Damon. I'm Percy, Percy Jackson."
They shook hands.
The second they touched, Percy pulled back immediately. Her whole arm burned; a sickening feel grew on her insides. She felt breathless, and overwhelmed. The feeling he emanated was as dark and strong as the heart of Tartarus.
Percy felt exactly what she felt while with Alaric and Matt, but a million times stronger.
"So, are you new in Mystic Falls? I've never seen you around." Damon pointed out. He was ignorant to the thoughts running through the teenager's mind, or how her eyes hardened and her body tensed.
Percy didn't heard him. The horrible feeling that emanated from the man was simply too strong for her to stand. She nearly chocked on the feeling, the horrible death-like feeling the man had all around him. There was no doubt for her in that moment, no paranoia, no imagination.
That man was a monster.
She then could see little details she couldn't at the beginning when she saw him. The little things that screamed that he was a monster; his eyes, which hid many things, and the dark aura around him, screaming trouble.
"Yes, I'm new in town." Percy heard herself say, her mind still running wildly. "I'm from New York."
For a split second, Percy went through all the possible plans to kill him, but she stopped. She didn't even knew what kind of monster he was.
How could one kill something without knowing how to kill it?
He still hadn't attacked. That alone made Percy believe he didn't knew she was a demigoddess. If he knew, he would've attacked the second she opened the door.
But then, if he doesn't know what she is, what was he doing there?
"New York, huh?" Damon smirked. "That's a big change. I actually lived there for a while, but came back here a couple of months ago."
How come a monster could look so genuinely nice?
How could a monster just...talk to her without noticing what she was?
Usually, when a monster appeared, and couldn't actually smell her or know she was a demigoddess, the procedure was to act as normal as possible, and don't attack unless attacked. At least that was what both Annabeth and Luke had taught Percy.
But with the horrible smell and feeling the man emanated, she was finding that very hard to do. Her whole body screamed at her to attack, and a familiar feeling settled on her stomach. She didn't just wanted to kill that monster, she needed to.
"Yeah? What part of New York?"
Percy tried to seem interested, but her heart was racing wildly. She tried to look normal, but her adrenaline was running almost painfully fast; she needed to attack. She needed to defend herself, even when she wasn't being attacked.
A secretive smirk pulled at his lips. "All parts of New York, actually. What about you?"
Percy had a momentary flashback to all the places of New York she had been on. With Apollo, she used to explore the streets until they could literally run around with their eyes closed.
She knew all of New York.
"Same. Though I usually spend my summers in Long Island." Percy said. Camp Half-Blood.
A little hint for him, a little way of her examining his reaction; a way to see if he would notice what she was.
Her fingers were itching towards her pockets, where Riptide was.
Damon crossed her arms around his chest, leaning against one of the columns of the porch. He moved seductively, and his eyes bore into Percy. "Are you enjoying Mystic Falls?"
"I haven't seen much of it yet," Percy confessed. "But what I've seen seems...normal. Nothing weird happening around, it seems like...a normal boring town." she hinted that she knew it was not a normal town.
Amusement danced on his eyes, and Percy saw the first speck of real emotion on his eyes. "Oh, you have no idea."
"I actually think I do," Percy let in.
Damon took that as flirting, which it was not, and approached even more. He stopped right at the door, as if stopped by something. He stared at her right in the eye, and adopted what he thought was a seductive voice.
Percy frowned. Was he always like that?
"You know, I could show you around town, and...show you the most exciting places here. I'll assure you, I could make this boring town feel like the most exciting place in the whole world."
His seductive charm could've worked on anyone, Percy had to admit. But when you date the god of poetry and literally romance, nothing could seem like an innuendo anymore.
"Confident in my answer being a yes, aren't you?" Percy rose her eyebrows, only mildly interested. She had lowered her guard a little, he still hadn't attacked, and for the looks of it, he wasn't going to.
It intrigued her his ignorance.
Was he saying all that to have her alone and attack her? Or was he seriously hitting on her?
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for pretty girls going out with me." Damon smirked that troublesome smirk of his. "Actually, I'm just a sucker of everything." He ended with a seductive wink.
Wow.
And she thought that she had the most dirty mind. She would've blushed, but since he was a monster, she couldn't find that hot at all.
"Still a no," Percy shook her head. "Thank you for your offer but I don't go out with strangers."
I don´t go out with monsters.
Man had the tendency to get irritated when women turned down their offers, it didn't mattered what kind of man they were, nearly all of them grew irritated. But not Damon, he simply rose his eyebrows, a curious look on his eyes.
"I can´t stop being a stranger unless you get to know me. What better way than me giving you a ride around town?"
Percy rose an eyebrow. "Who says I want to get to know you?"
A smirk appeared on his lips, and his eyes gleamed with some sort of mischief.
...
In that moment, Sally appeared. She took in the sight of her daughter, who was rubbing her pocket jean almost without noticing it, and the handsome man in the porch.
Damon saw her first. He put on his charming smile again. "Hello."
"Hi."
As Damon greeted Sally the same way he'd greeted Percy, the demigoddess had time to think. Considering he acted the same with Sally as he had with her, that confirmed her theory that he did not know what she was.
But that was impossible. Even if he did not know instantly who or what she was, upon the first seconds he should've discovered it.
It was instinct, just like a demigod could sense a monster, a monster could sense a demigod. It was as if they wore a giant poster that said: HEY! DEMIGOD / DEMIGODDESS HERE, COME KILL ME.
But Damon Salvatore didn't seemed to get it.
"As I was telling your gorgeous daughter, I could show her around town. You know, get her to know everything and..." his voice changed suddenly, adopting a different turn. "...enjoy this little town and all it has to offer."
"That is a lovely offer, Damon." Sally smiled. She looked back at Percy, who was watching them in silence, a frown on her young face. "Have you always lived here?"
Leave it to adults to always find something to talk about.
Percy sighed. Now her mother was being polite to a monster.
"Oh, no. I kind of move around a lot, but Mystic Falls is my hometown, it's where I always end up at." Damon chuckled. "You know what I mean."
Sally chukcled too, nodding.
Percy saw movement in the street. Just by the end of the deserted woods, just where Damon's house was, two people were standing, looking towards Damon and pointing. The girl turned sharply to the guy, and they both seemed to discuss something.
"I have to go now, my brother is waiting for me." Damon looked back, and waved at the two figures by his house, a fake smile on his face. He turned back to Sally and Percy. "It has been a pleasure to meet you, Sally."
He kissed Sally's hand, making Sally chuckle. Percy refused to let him do the same for her, so she simply nodded in his direction, an uncomfortable smile on her lips.
"See you around."
And he was gone.
Percy restrained herself from bolting inside, for nearly all monsters had super-senses, they could hear more than humans, and Percy didn't wanted him to know she was scared.
She only bolted inside once he was inside his own house.
...
Percy never knew how hard it actually was to try and find out what kind of monster something was without actually seeing them morphing into a monster.
Percy spoke with Damon for five minutes, and in that time he never showed anything that could give Percy a clue as to what he actually was. The only thing Percy knew for sure was that he wasn't a Greek mythology monster.
If he was, he would've felt the godly power running through Percy's veins. He wasn't Roman, not Greek. That was the only thing she was actually completely sure.
And that left her the belief that he might be mortal monster.
A monster meant for mortals.
It was the only logical reasoning as to why he couldn't sense the godly in her.
It was frightening, the thought of a mortal monster. Percy was even more lost than before, for she didn't knew at kind of monster he was, or what would he do, or why half the town smelt like him.
Worry overcome her. If the town smelt like him, it meant he was very involved with them. She needed to protect the mortals...
At the end of the day she was so exhausted for over-thinking about the monster that she felt like fainting. Her head ached terribly, and her limps felt weak and exhausted. She couldn't even breath properly.
Sally, noticing this, took Artemis' book from her, and ordered her to rest.
Percy ended up going upstairs.
Her room was still inhabitable, for Paul had to make a hole in one of the walls to connect the small fountain they had brought so it could have water running through it. So, she ended up entering the only room she still hadn't entered—the music room.
She was so exhausted that once she sat to the couch, she started to doze off. She was almost completely asleep when her best friend's voice woke her.
"Percy!"
In front of her, a magic twirl of breeze wrapped the rainbow in place, in a circular motion. Inside of the rainbow, the silhouette of a beautiful blonde girl urged Percy to wake up. The green eyed demigoddess blinked furiously to wake completely.
After seeing her best friend again, Percy grinned. She had talked with her all night because of the hallucination incident, but it wasn't the same; she missed Annabeth a great deal, and every chance to speak with her made her happy.
"Annie!" Percy brightened up. "What's up?"
"I've got news," the daughter of Athena announced. Her grey eyes were more relaxed, more calm than they'd been the night before. Her lips we curled in a excited grin, making her look even more beautiful than before.
"Yeah?" Percy grinned too; she always loved seeing Annabeth happy.
"I'm leaving San Francisco. Too many monsters here, you know, because of the mist and all."
San Francisco was a bad place for demigods.
The mist is strongest there because Garden of the Hesperides, Mount Othrys, and Camp Jupiter are located there, and many monsters dwell there because of that. Annabeth had tried living there with her family for some time, but it always ended like that—with she being attacked and then having to move.
"Oh, are you going back to Camp?" Percy was surprised at her excitement. She had thought she liked San Francisco. "Because I'm yet to see why you would be happy to be attacked by monsters."
Annabeth chuckled. "I'm not happy because of that, seaweed brain. I'm happy because I'm leaving San Francisco with my father to search for Magnus again. He was spotted in Boston this time, so that's where we're going."
"Boston?" Percy frowned. "You really think he is dumb enough to be living in the same place he always lived in?"
"Well, he was spotted there, so..."
Percy scoffed. "One would think your cousin would be smarter than that."
Percy saw Annabeth rolling her eyes, an amused smirk growing to her lips. She could almost see her thinking: Seaweed Brain, please.
"Anyway...I'm happy because in our trip from California to Boston we'll stop at places to eat and rest, and I convinced my father to stop in Virginia, so we could meet someplace and hang out."
Percy squeaked happily. "Really!?"
Annabeth brightened. "Yes! So, what do you say, Seaweed Brain?" Percy saw behind Annabeth what seemed to be her room, and she saw lots of luggages and books scattered all around. "We could hang out more often too, maybe in the weekends, for Boston will be closer to Virginia than California is."
"Hell yeah! You have no idea how much I've missed you, Wise Girl. I need you with me, I literally can't live without you." Percy ended dramatically.
Annabeth laughed, and called Percy an endearing pet name: "You idiot."
"I'm telling the truth!" Percy's eyes gleamed. "My life has been this empty void without you—"
"It's been weeks since we last saw each other in person," Annabeth deadpanned.
"A week without you, oh my gods, Annie. I can't keep up with this feeling, I miss you too much—"
Annabeth was laughing loudly by now, and Percy was stopping herself from laughing too. Annabeth moved a strand of hair behind her ear, and sighed.
"I see you're better now, good. How are you feeling?"
Percy's smile dropped.
Annabeth noticed the pain in her eyes, and regreted ever asking her that. But she had been extremely worried too, and wanted to know if she was better.
"I'm better," Percy said swiftly. "I mean..." she sighed. "If I'm honest, I don't know. I haven't had hallucinations today, but I'm still scared. I don't want to see him again, I have enough with having nighmares about him, I can't stand seeing him when I'm awake too."
Annabeth frowned. "You still have nightmares?" she had some nightmares every now and then, but never with Kronos or Gaea. Hers were mostly nightmares about Tartarus.
Percy nodded, a sigh leaving her mouth. Only then Annabeth saw the dark circles under Percy's eyes, and realised how little the girl must be sleeping.
"Apollo stopped helping you?"
Pain made Percy's heart constrict at the thought of Apollo, and she swallowed. It had been almost a month since they broke up, but the wound was still open and fresh. It still hurt like the first day.
Annabeth took her silence as an answer.
"I'm sorry, Percy. I wish I could help you, but I don't know what to say." Annabeth looked impotent. She despised greatly seeing her best friend in pain. "I wish I could be there for you right now, I would hug you and never let you go again"
"I think he stopped caring for me the second we broke up." Percy confessed. She swallowed, and looked away for a moment, the reality of her own words hurting her.
The Iris Message blurred for a second, but came back again quickly. Annabeth was shaking a bottle of fake rainbow, and cursing herself in a low tone for forgetting about that.
"You know what? Forget hugs," Annabeth said, a frown on her face. "I want to kick Apollo's godly ass until he is sorry for leaving you."
Percy couldn't help but chuckle at that. Knowing Annabeth, she could literally kick Apollo's ass, not caring that he was an Olimpian god.
"It was a nice ass, though." Percy sighed. "I would hate to see you kicking it."
Annabeth chuckled.
"Hey, when is it that you're coming to Virginia?" Percy remembered.
"Oh, in a couple of days." Annabeth brightened again. "I'll call you when we'll be close to the town, I don't know exactly when we'll leave San Francisco. My father is preparing everything so my step-mother and step-brothers won't have any problems while we're gone."
"Oh, okay. Sure."
"Oh, gods I have so many things to tell you," Annabeth sighed. In the back, a femenine voice called her name, and Annabeth turned briefly. Then a masculine voice, and then childish voices. Annabeth sighed, and turned towards Percy. "I have to go, we're going out to have dinner. I'll call you later, yeah?"
"Yeah, have fun." Percy was disappointed. "Take care, love you."
Annabeth blowed a kiss at her. "You take care, you hear me? And call me if anything happens. I love you, see you later."
Percy moved her hand through the Iris Message, making it disappear. She sighed again, running a hand through her hair this time.
She closed her eyes for a second, feeling herself drift again in Morpheus arms. But then, she opened her eyes, and a wide grin appeared on her face.
Annabeth was going to visit her!
"Mom!" Percy yelled. She run downstairs, excitedly skipping down the stairs. She found her mother in the living room, watching tv distractedly, a bowl of popcorn in her lap.
She looked up startled when she heard Percy yelling her name.
"Why are you so happy?" Sally laughed. "What happened?"
"Annabeth is coming to visit me in a couple of days," Percy squeaked. She then noticed the girly sound she made, and cleared her throat. "I mean, my dear friend is coming to visit me, and I am very excited."
Sally laughed at her daughters antics, but looked happy that her daughter's best friend was going to visit them. Annabeth was lovely, and the friendship she had with Percy was so pure and beautiful that Sally found herself glad they met.
"Oh, dear. That is so great. When is she coming?"
"I don't know, but she'll call me when she's near," Percy jumped up and down excitedly, making Sally chuckle again. "Oh gods, sorry, I fear I've been spending way too much time with Aphrodite girls. Not that there's anything wrong with squeaking and being girly excited, its just not my style."
Sally chukled fondly. "I know, dear. I know."
Percy took a deep breath, and sighed. "So yeah, I just wanted to let you know."
"Do you have nay idea of where to hang out with her?" Sally asked curiously. "I don't know if there are actual fun places around here."
Percy stopped at the staircase. She opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted when the door clicked open, and Paul returned.
He entered, looking both tired and worn out. He had a hard hay, but he managed to finish setting up his classroom. He now had the next day free to spend it with his family before starting to work.
"Hey, dear." he flashed a smile at Percy, and moved to kiss Sally. A kiss that lasted long enough to make Percy very uncomfortable.
The demigoddess grimaced, adding that to the list of things she never wanted to see her mother and stepfather doing, and went back upstairs.
She entered the music room again.
The first time she entered she had been too sleepy to remember the reasons why she never wanted to enter that room. But this time she was wide awake, and the memories of a golden studio in a golden temple in Olympus filled her.
In her memory, she was sitting in the seat of a piano, and a hand was tightly intertwined with her own while the other one was expertly playing a song.
The breeze had been soft and the music sounded breathtakingly beautiful. The room shinned with the golden light the god emanated. The demigoddess had a nice white Greek dress on, and her date was dressed in a similar Ancient Greek-y way.
Percy remembered how she had laid her head on his shoulder, mesmerised by the music, and he had stopped playing. He hadn't even cared she had interrupted him, he'd only smiled.
He had smiled that stunning smile of his, the one that always left Percy breathless, and kissed her tenderly.
He'd kissed her in a way that made her feel loved; in a way that made her feel like the most lucky girl in the whole wide world. In a way that made her believe that he loved her beyond his godly lust; it had made her believe he loved her for who she was.
She remembered the overwhelming feeling of happiness, and how perfect that evening had been. Everything had been good, they had been happily together, and Percy had felt complete.
But all of that was over.
Reality hit her, and she closed her eyes.
All that was over; she was empty inside now, and she would never hear his beautiful music, or see his gorgeous face, or hear his romance laced words. She would never feel his touch on her, and she would certainly never be loved by him anymore.
Her mouth tasted something salty, and she realised she was crying.
Apollo was in Olympus, probably enjoying his immortal life with some other woman. Percy was stuck in earth with broken dreams and a heart that craved him.
A heart that couldn't stop craving him and a head full of memories that refused to be forgotten.
"I told you, Persephone. Gods are monsters," Kronos said tauntingly.
Percy opened her eyes. Kronos stood in front of the piano, a mockingly pityful smile on Luke Castellan's lips. The urged to cry came back immediately when she saw the hallucination in front of her; she was too tired for that right now.
"Apollo is probably the worst, huh? Made all those promises to you and broke every single one of them." he clicked his tongue. "Makes you want to destroy him, doesn't it?"
The demigoddes stared at him. "He is not a monster."
With that, she excited the music room. Kronos laughed, a loud trilling laught that made the hairs on Percy's arm stand. When she turned around, he was gone.
...
Katherine Pierce stared at Damon Salvatore. The irritation on her eyes was clear, and it clouded her lust for him. Five seconds before that moment, they were about to have sex, when he decided to stop, and stare at her.
In that moment, she felt as if the man in front of her was no longer the vampire she heard he was, but the romantic and pathetic human he had been.
He stared right back at her, desperation on his eyes. The vulnerability of his feelings being way too clear for Katherine to observe. More than pathetic, it was sad.
"I have a question. Answer it, and it's back to fireworks and rocket's red glare. Answer it right, and...I'll forget the last 145 years I've spent missing you. I'll forget...how much I loved you. I'll forget everything and we can start over. This can be our defining moment, because we have time. That's the beauty of eternity..."
Damon Salvatore's voice was full of hope and desperation.
For 145 years, he waited for her.
He waited to rescue her from the tomb, where he thought she was. When she wasn't there...it broke him. The little hope he had in him died, and he was left with his constant pain and anger. Then she came back. She came back and the hope came back with it.
He tried to hide it from his brother, but his love for her was strongest than his hate. All his human life, he despised Stefan for sharing Katherine with him. But now Stefan had Elena, and he could have Katherine.
They all could be happy. His feelings for Elena paled in comparison to what he felt for Katherine. If she loved him, he could finally be happy with the woman he loved.
If she told him she loved him...he was willing to forget everything, and have the future he always wanted to have with her.
The love he felt for her was still there, hidden behind his multiple layers of protection he had implanted on him.
He still loved her.
He approached, his once hard hands were very soft on her porcelain skin. Katherine's body was like stone under his touch, but Damon didn't noticed. He didn't noticed the pity on her eyes either.
He caressed her gently. "I just need to know the truth, just once—"
"Stop," Katherine whispered. Damon's touch was too gentle for her, too soft. Under all her coldness, she felt sorry for him, and she was pained. She was pained for what she had done to him. She did to him the same they did to her... "I already know your question. And it's answer."
Damon waited patiently for her, as he always did.
"The truth is..." Katherine continued. "I've never loved you. It was always Stefan."
He was frozen, his hands at her face. His eyes were wide and full of emotion, resembling the human that still lived deep inside of him. His emotions way too clear for a vampire that claimed to have his humanity switch off.
The pain way too present in him.
Katherine removed his hands from her. No trace of emotion or regret on her face, only pity. She walked away, leaving a broken hearted Damon; a Damon with tears on his eyes, and pain on his heart.
...
Percy Jackson woke with a start, her eyes wide and her heart thumping loudly on her chest.
Everything was in darkness, the only light being the little light that entered through the window.
She sat up slowly, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness. She was sleeping on the couch, her parents were upstairs, already asleep. It was late in the night, and what started like a peaceful sleep ended up being way much more.
This time, however, instead of having nightmares, she had a demigod dream.
Demigods had the ability to have visions, not as powerful as the sons and daughters of Apollo, but it still counted. Usually, they had visions when involved in a mission, and they were always in the form of dreams.
Okay. Percy hadn't had a demigod dream in weeks, they ended for everyone when the Oracle of Delphi disappeared. But now...she just had one.
She saw the monster that lived in the same street as her.
In the dream, the monster looked more human than ever, for he asked for love.
Love. An emotion that no other monster ever wanted.
It made her even more confused. Instead of the demigoddess dream helping her discover what kind of monster he was, it confused her even more. No monster ever wanted love, nor was so gentle towards a mortal...unless that girl was a monster too.
But that wouldn't make sense. The only reason why Percy would have a demigoddess dream about someone was because she would be involved in something involving said person.
It was clear as a day to her, then, that if she was dreaming about him, her self-applied mission was to kill him. Destroy the monster that was invading Mystic Falls. Protect the mortals.
She only had to discover why.
Why and what he was exactly.
Once she knew, she could destroy him.
The story of Damasen and Bob fled from her mind, and she forgot their importance and the lesson she learned from them.
But the most important thing she forgot, was that it was very highly probable that he wasn't the only monster in Mystic Falls. And monsters tended to protect each other.