Chapter XII

Disclaimer: I only own the mortals and plot. All of the other characters and stories belong to Rick and the CW.

The next morning, Will woke with a start, sweat pouring out of his body everywhere.

He had had a terrible nightmare. He could see everyone he loved in the world turn grey like they had been infected with grey Jaundice. He woke up just before his own limbs began to turn grey too.

He shook his head in an attempt to shake off the dream and got out of bed to get dressed. Will genuinely tried to get the dream out of his head, but he couldn't help but get reminded of the fact that his father, Apollo, was the God of Prophecies. Will couldn't help but find similarities between his own dream and the ones Percy got before he went on an insane quest to save the world.

Being the Cabin Counselor he was, Will was the first person in the Apollo cabin to get up, but there was only a couple of his siblings around because it was in the middle of the school year. As he pulled his shirt over his head, Will remembered that he had to check on Elijah.

They had given Elijah a room in the Big House for the night, and Will was halfway there when he remembered that it was six in the morning and whomever was in the big house may not appreciate being woken up so early. He decided to wait until after breakfast to talk to Elijah and make sure that everything was fine. Elijah's skin had cleared up last night and everything seemed to be back to normal, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Will looked up to the sky. It was still dark. He had at least forty five minutes until breakfast, so he grabbed a basketball and began to shoot hoops to kill some time.

After about a half an hour of messing around, Will looked up at the sky once again. While he had been sucked into basketball, the sun had been drawn across the sky, and someone was standing by the hoop watching him. Will saw the figure out of the corner of his eye, but did not really comprehend what he saw until he heard a quiet cough.

The blonde quickly turned to face his boyfriend, who was up uncharacteristically early.

"How long have you been playing?" asked Nico with his eyebrows raised. Will and his siblings all possessed the ability to play basketball for hours on end without getting bored, much to everyone's amusement.

Will shrugged, and backed up in preparation to shoot a three pointer. The ball went into the hoop perfectly, of course, and Nico rolled his eyes.

"Why are you up so early?" Will asked his boyfriend after scoring a couple more points in his one man game. Will usually had to break into Nico's cabin and force him out of bed so that he didn't miss breakfast. The fact that he was up concerned Will. "You need more sleep. You have bags under your eyes."

Nico just chuckled. While he was glad that Will cared enough to be worried, he also got worried over the most trivial things like the state of Nico's finger nails (Will claimed that bad fingernails were a sign of anxiety) or him losing a half an hour of sleep. It was kind of ridiculous.

The couple talked for a while as Will continued to play, but were interrupted by the sound of the breakfast horn.

When Will and Nico arrived to the Pavilion at breakfast, Elijah was sitting with Chiron and Mr. D, who had arrived at camp earlier that morning. Elijah had somehow managed to procure a clean navy blue suit and light blue shirt and looked perfectly put together despite what happened to him the night before.

Breakfast carried on as usual, and Elijah even threw some of his food into the flames for the gods. He and Chiron were conversing throughout the meal. Chiron was telling Elijah more about the camp, and, in turn, Elijah was telling Chiron more about himself.

After breakfast the demigod counsellors were once again called to the Big House to meet with Elijah, Chiron and Mr. D before some of them returned to the city. Despite the events of the previous evening, Nico, Will, Thalia, Percy and Annabeth still had school on Monday and had to go back the city. Even though they were not attending Goode High, Frank and Hazel were going to stay with Nico for one more week before heading back to Camp Jupiter. After all, Frank and Hazel both had very important ranks and could not stay away from the legion long.

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Mr. D snorted as he examined the dagger. He turned it over and over in his hands, and his dark eyes were staring so intensely Frank was worried that he would melt a hole in the silver. Everyone was waiting for the wine god's judgement.

"Well, I've never seen anything like it before," announced Mr. D after about ten minutes of silent analysis. He shook his dark curls and flopped down on a chair.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes in shock and disbelief. "You have never seen anything like it? How is that possible? You're a god!" Her friends nodded in agreement.

Mr. D sighed in exasperation. "Because I haven't, Annabelle. It is quite a simple matter; I'm surprised you are having trouble grasping it. " He made eye contact with every person in the room before continuing. "And as you have pointed out, I am a god. However, I am not the god of know-it-alls. That role belongs to your mother." The sky rumbled in response to Mr. D's comment, but he just waved his hand dismissively. "Whatever is going on isn't Greek or Roman, but that is all I can tell you from looking at the dagger."

Before anyone else could speak, Mr D stood up and pointed to the door. "Brats, leave us alone to talk. Go talk or paint mosaics or whatever you all do here every summer. I don't care, just don't bother us."

Some left giggling, others left much more annoyed at Dionysus's antics.

Chiron clopped over to the doorway to close the door as Mr. D sat down once again. They, then, both turned their attention to Elijah, who had been silent for the entirety of the previous meeting.

"So Elijah. What exactly do you remember from the day you got stabbed?" Mr. D asked. His previous indifference was gone, replaced with an intense curiosity.

Elijah shrugged his shoulders. "I don't remember much of anything. Whoever stabbed me came from behind, so I didn't see their face."

"What else do you remember about it? No markings on the arms or anything to distinguish them?" asked Chiron. He found it hard to believe that Elijah had not seen anything.

Elijah shook his head. "They were male, but that is all I know. My observational skills were somewhat limited by the fact that I was being stabbed."

Chiron looked out the window at the sun. "I'm afraid I have to teach an archery lesson. We can continue this conversation another time." After saying this, Chiron promptly left for the archery range.

Mr. D also took his leave in order to do gods know what, and Elijah was left all alone in the Big House. Since there was not much to been discovered inside, he decided to venture to the spot in the woods where he was found. Maybe he would find some clues that the demigods, satyrs and Chiron had not been able to spot.

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During the car ride home, Rebekah and Klaus had made a plan of action. First of all, neither of them were to let on that they knew anything of demigods. If they confronted the demigods, they would lose their advantage.

Secondly, they would both have to be even more careful about hiding their vampiric nature than usual because they weren't sure how compulsion would work on this new breed.

Lastly, concealing their relation to Elijah was of the utmost importance. If Nico, Will, Percy, Thalia or Annabeth discovered that Elijah was their brother, it might compromise Elijah's ability to conduct espionage.

While Rebekah kept the original plan in her mind as she was dropped off at her New York apartment, Klaus had an entirely different plan on his mind. Of course, he wanted to know more about these demigods, but he was also ready to have them killed if they threatened his family's existence. Something none of his siblings were willing to do.

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Rebekah ran through this plan in her head while she was preparing for school. Kol had still not returned from his revels of the previous night so Rebekah didn't have a chance to tell him what they had discovered about her classmates. Rebekah, frustrated with her brother's antics, left the apartment, determined to tell him as soon as she came home. If Klaus didn't beat her to the chase.

After a thousand years of practice, Rebekah prided herself on being an excellent liar and actress. She made sure to keep her behavior the exact same throughout the day in order to avoid any sort of suspicion. She managed to keep her behavior constant up until art class third period. They had been having a substitute in art for a couple classes, but she had heard rumors that they had finally gotten a long term art teacher.

Rebekah had never really cared for producing art. That was Nik's thing, but she loved art class. She got to hang out with Chloe and Jules all period. Jules actually took the class pretty seriously and had been itching for a new teacher ever since the old one left. Chloe and Rebekah just messed around.

Rebekah loved the sense of normalcy she felt when she was at school. Regardless of the unexpected supernatural surprise, feeling human was why she came to Goode.

Somehow, the demigods, as Rebekah had now taken to calling them, had all been transferred into Rebekah's art class when they arrived which had always seemed a little odd, but now she knew that it may not have just been luck.

Jules and Rebekah had Physics together before Art, so they walked there together. As usual Chloe was already sitting at their assigned table when they arrived. The rest of the demigods were sitting behind her assigned seat. No doubt ready to gossip about Elijah.

Chloe started talking as soon as they sat down. "Did you hear about the new art teacher? Rosy had him first period and she said that he was really young for a teacher," Her brown eyes were wide with excitement and she leaned in as she spoke. "And ridiculously hot,"

"So it is true. They finally got a new art teacher," Jules said relieved. "I was worried that we would have a sub for the rest of the year. That would really suck. I might even have to switch schools." Jules waved her hands around to illustrate her point.

It was at this moment that a young man with a stocky build and chocolate brown hair walked into the room. He casually waved at the class before leaning against his desk. "Hey, I'm Mr. Gilbert, your new art teacher."

Annabeth inspected the new teacher as he walked in. With his t-shirt and jeans, he did not look like the kind of guy that would teach art, but people were not always what they seemed. Just look at her, she didn't look like a brainiac, but when she opened her mouth, there was no doubt that she was one.

Rebekah's reaction to the new art teacher was very interesting to Annabeth. The blonde had seemed very shocked when Mr. Gilbert walked in but had quickly schooled her surprised expression into one of indifference.

"Did she know this man?" Annabeth thought to herself. "Why did she react that way?"

Annabeth was broken out of her thoughts by the sound of her name being called by the new teacher. "Present," she quickly announced. The teacher continued to take attendance, but something made him pause in the middle of the process. He was clearly pausing because of a name, but what name? Annabeth tried to remember what name came next, but she could not seeing as their old teacher never took attendance.

"Rebekah Mikaelson?" he called. He seemed to be confused by her name. Normally Annabeth would just think this was because her name was hard to pronounce, but he sounded like he was hoping that no one would say respond. However, despite his hopes, someone did.

"Here." Rebekah waved her hand at the teacher, and Mr. Gilbert slowly turned towards her. His posture sagged a little when he saw her face as if looking at her made him fatigued, but a second later he proceeded to read the next name as if nothing had happened.

As soon as attendance was done and everyone was all set up with the day's assignment, Chloe turned to Rebekah. "Do you know him or something?" she whispered. She - like Annabeth - had caught the exchange and was a little confused.

"Yeah, sort of. We used to live in the same town," Rebekah answered while watching Jeremy help the James, the school suck up with his brainstorm and sketches. They were doing surrealist paintings and James was having trouble with Mr. Gilbert's method of teaching. There was no extra credit, rubrics, or opportunities to be the little teacher's helper.

"Hello? Earth to Rebekah," Chloe said trying to get her friends attention. She waved her hand infant of Rebekah's face until it was gently smacked out of the air by the stuck-up blonde. "I asked why you were acting like that with one another."

Rebekah sighed. "Our families have a little bit of bad blood," Rebekah couldn't go into much detail without telling them that she was a vampire, so she just stopped there.

"A little? It looked like more than a little to me," commented Jules as she sketched her third idea for her piece. Even her sketches were masterful, and Rebekah kind of wanted to show them off to Klaus, but she decided not to for many reasons.

"We just didn't get along." Chloe and Jules waited for Rebekah to continue, and when she did not do so, they changed the subject. They both sensed that she didn't really want to talk about it, so they just left it alone.

Annabeth turned away from Rebekah, Jules and Chloe's conversation when the topic changed from Mr. Gilbert to more trivial nonsense. She wasn't the only one at their table eavesdropping; all of her friends were still intently watching the other table.

"Guys?" Annabeth whispered in order to gain the attention of her fellow demigods. She needed to talk to them and art class was the first chance she had had all morning.

Thalia, Percy and Nico all turned around at the exact same time. "What's wrong?" they asked in unison.

Annabeth had to resisted the urge to laugh at their similarity. Even though they weren't really related, they certainly acted like it sometimes. "I wanted to talk to you guys privately about Elijah. Something about him always seemed off to me and this morning I finally figured it out." Her grey eyes were shining with the joy of an epiphany, and she looked around at her friends as if expecting them to come to the same conclusion as she did that morning.

Percy screwed his face into a look of confusion. "You thought he was suspicious? Really?" He had always been a little paranoid after Luke betrayed him, but nothing about Elijah had seemed weird to him.

Will nodded. "I agree with Percy. Nothing about Elijah was off when I checked on him in the infirmary. His heart rate was a little slow, but that is normal for some people after a traumatic event. It was the same with all of his other vitals. They were not average, but none of them were abnormal."

Annabeth shook her head. "My problem was with his story. Most murders are committed by someone who has a grudge against or is close to, the victim, and yet Elijah claims he doesn't know anything about the dagger?" She leaned in close to her friends and spoke very quietly. "I think he knows a lot more than he is telling us."

"That makes sense," agreed Thalia. "Why stab some random guy and then drag him here?" She, like Annabeth, had never trusted the stranger. She knew better than to give out trust for free.

"We need to tell Chiron," Will advised. If there was a problem, their mentor needed to know. "I'll IM him after school."

"Okay," agreed Annabeth. "We should meet after school to talk to Chiron about everything together." She looked around, specifically at Rebekah and Jeremy who were both behind her, in an attempt hint to her friends that Elijah would not be the only thing they would speak to Chiron about. She was concerned by the blonde and this new art teacher.

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Jeremy let out a breath of relief when Rebekah left the classroom. They hadn't had any further interaction in class, but she was still making him nervous. After all, where one Mikaelson was, there were bound to be others.

He was more than a little pissed at Alaric for not telling him Rebekah went to this school. When Ric got him this job he made it very clear that he had done a very in depth investigation of the school before Caroline compelled Jeremy a job there.

Despite the presence of the Mikaelson family, Jeremy was not in New York because of them. He had his own reasons for being there, but those wouldn't matter if Kol or Klaus hunted down and killed him. His top priority was now getting to the bottom of what exactly Rebekah Mikaelson of all people was doing at Goode High School.

Sorry I was late. My new beta, OphiuchusIXII was helping me figure out my plan for where the story was going. I have a little game. Ever since chapter eight, I have been using the names of chapters and episodes from fandoms I love. The first person to comment with the fandom that the chapter name belongs to will win. Thank you for reading and thank you to ronlol2 and annie_marie_le_roux for reviewing. I also wanted to give a special thank you to OphiuchusIXII for helping me with this chapter, and hopefully many more to come. Thank you for making this chapter so much better than it would have been. As always constructive criticism is loved and appreciated, so please review.