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A cold breeze blew through the camp "This isn't over child." His voice

"He's not dead Percy, he will be back for me." Tears fell from my eyes, dripping onto my dirty skin.

"Shhh, lets get you cleaned up. Then you can go see Malcolm. After that we can move you into your new cabin." He said giving me a reassuring squeeze. I took a step, stumbling forward then to my knees. Chuckles sounded behind me. "Seems like you used too much energy, trying to disperse him." Percy lifted me up off the ground, grinning like an idiot. "You want a piggy back?"

I smiled and nodded enthusiastically, jumping up on his back his hands grabbed my legs.

"Maya wait!" Liz came running up. Her hair messy and her eyes wide. "There's something I need to talk to you about. Come on!" She pulled me behind her, her iron grip paining me slightly. She led me into the forest. Far enough so we were alone. She rounded on me. "Why?" She snarled

"Why what?" A look of fury came on her face as I felt more confused.

"Is that BOY more important to you than me? Why did you save him and not ME? I'm I just trash to you now?!" She hissed at me. Her face was twisted and angry, I've never seen her face so hardened.

"No I-"

"No wonder your family keeps dying! You're so selfish!" She screeched at me her voice an octave higher. "Get out of my sight and speak to no one about this, you whore."

I turned to run but something hit my shoulder, I hissed in pain and pulled out the small knife that was embedded in my shoulder. It felt like she squeezed the life out of me. All the energy I had left was fading and tears started dribbling out of my eyes. I ran past everyone, ignoring Percy calling my name. I came to a halt at my new cabin door. Cabin three.

I opened the door and found my stuff in shreds on the floor. A note lay next to it.

Beware Maya. I'll be watching.

Crumpling the note and throwing it under my bed I searched for a sweatshirt.

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Malcolm was walking around like nothing happened when I found him in the Athena cabin. His blonde hair was freshly washed and his clothes were clean. He was alone talking to Annabeth. His face brightened up and he nodded at something she said. She turned to leave and they both spotted me.

"Oh Maya hi." Annabeth smiled and pulled me in for a hug. My shoulder screamed for mercy, causing a noise to escape my mouth in pain. "Oh! I'm so sorry! Is that blood?" She pulled back in alarm. Before I could say anything she had my sweatshirt unzipped and on the floor. My shirt was soaked where Liz had thrown her knife. Malcolm was at my side in seconds leading me over to a bed and making me sit. Annabeth had shouted out the door for a Apollo camper. Will came jogging through the door.

"Is Malcolm's ribs hu- Oh." His eyes landed on me. My eyes shut, black dots appeared in my vision. A glass was pressed to my lips. I drank greedily until it was pulled away. The taste of my grandma's spritz cookies calmed me somewhat. Malcolm was sitting in front of me holding my hand as Will stitched up my shoulder and poured some nectar over it while quietly chanting in ancient greek. Will murmured something to Annabeth and left.

Malcolm pulled me closer too him, I put my head on his shoulder fighting my tears. "Are you in any pain?" I shook my head enjoying being in his arms.

I looked up at him smiling slightly. "I actually came to see if you wanted to come swimming with me..." He looked up at Annabeth. She slowly nodded.

"It could be good for her to be in the sea. Go ahead." I jumped up and jogged to the door smiling.

"Meet me there I have to go change." I was gone in a flash. Searching my drawers for a swimsuit. I grabbed a orange bikini and changed quickly checking myself in the mirror. The neon orange brought out the tan in my skin making me look darker. I pulled my hair into a messy up-do, grabbed a towel and a blue sundress to cover up with. I slipped on a pair of flip flops and started walking to the beach. A smile on my face as the peaceful waves come into view. I laid out my towel, sitting down to wait for Malcolm. The water tempted me. Standing up I jogged to the waters edge. The water lapped at my toes. "Having fun?" A deep voice said behind me. Turning around Malcolm was standing behind me in dark grey trunks. his bare chest was tanned and had the perfect amount of muscle. He picked me up and carried me into the waves. I let out a shriek of surprise. Once we were about shoulder deep he let me drop. I swam away from him teasingly. I saw a flash of grey farther out coming toward us at an alarming rate. "Malcolm swim back! Hurry!" He didn't hear my pleas. But a look of pain bloomed on his face as the water stained red.

"No. MALCOLM!" I screamed swimming fast toward him. His face was pasty and pale. My foot kicked something in the water, I saw a flash of teeth and it was gone. Wrapping my arm around his chest I swam for shore. Lugging his heavy body up to our towels I automatically put pressure on the huge bite mark on his side. "Help! Somebody please help me!" I screamed louder. "Percy!" I think his name hard

"Maya?" His confused voice came through the connection

"Beach. Trouble. Bring a healer and hurry!" I practically screamed in my head

"On my way. Be there soon."

"Malcolm hold on. You said you'd never leave me. Stay with me." I whisper my voice shaking as Malcolm's blood started to stain the sand. Pooling around me.

His eyes fluttered open. "Maya?"

"Malcolm! Don't strain yourself. Save your strength. Don't talk." I barely choke out.

"Don't cry. I'll be okay, promise." He brought his hand up and gently touched my face. I nearly lost it.

"Maya! Malcolm!" Percy's voice vibrated through the clearing. Nikki was right behind him as they ran over the sand; basically flying towards us.

"What happened?" Nikki asked as she looked over Malcolm's torn body.

" Something attacked him. I wasn't close enough to stop it." I hoarsely whispered.

"Are you okay? Jesus your covered in blood!" Percy picked me up and jogged to the water.

"No!" I struggled against him. " I'm fine!" Feeling myself rise in hysteria.

"Quiet down and let me wash you off." His stern voice shut me up as he sunk into the waves with me in his arms. The salty water stung my arms. Physical pain though that was better than emotional. Nikki had gotten him stable enough to be flown back to the Big House. She somehow by herself had gotten him on a stretcher. The stretcher was cloth with two long wooden poles on the sides. Percy had already sent for Blackjack with his mental connection, he had a rope tied around his back and underbelly in two spots so Malcolm stayed stable during the flight. Once they got off the ground I started to walk back to my cabin, I was emotionally spent. When Percy started to reject I just gazed at him. He mumbled something about going to tell Annabeth about Malcolm, he didn't look back.

Looking at the sand tears leaked down my face. There was a huge spot of sand turned red with Malcolm's blood. My legs gave out underneath me. Putting my hands up to my face I let my body shake, I actually let myself release all the pent up emotion. I hated crying, it was a weakness I had on a tight leash. The wretched sobs tore itself out of my throat and into the oncoming twilight. I could've done something; anything. I was the daughter of Poseidon for Zeus's sake! I'm just a failure. It should've been me. I couldn't deal with this sort of pain. I only knew one way to release these feelings. Grunting as I got up from the sand, my muscles protesting the simple movement. I took one last pained look at the scarlet patch, steeling my nerves I staggered towards my cabin.

No one was around. They all were at the sing-a-long. Now was my only time, I pushed open cabin three's door. I noticed there was a piece of paper on my bed. Unfolding it I saw it had hastily written words scrawled on it.

Maya, I know what you let happen. You could've saved him! You could've stopped this. Leave. Leave and never come back. You have two days. Get out or face the consequences.

Taking a shuttering deep breath I shoved the letter under my pillow and ran for the bathroom. I raised my arm; my left one. I grabbed my dagger I had snagged from the shed about two weeks ago. With practice skill I sliced the exposed flesh. Not caring it leaked onto my already red clothes. One wasn't enough to block out the pain, the urge swept me into a daze cutting slowly relishing the pain it brought. It felt good, the familiar pain brought comfort; I haven't felt it in two years. I glanced down at my arm, three cuts lay angrily against my slightly pale underarm.

A knock on the cabin door startled me into dropping my knife onto the tile floor. Quickly wiping up any stray blood off the floor I pulled on my sweatshirt, shoving my dagger in my boot. I left the bathroom, leaving my dark secret behind in there with it.

Opening the door Nikki was standing there looking exhausted. "Maya, Malcolm is okay for now, he's asking for you. Go." I winced as she grabbed my bad arm. Nikki's sharp gaze didn't miss a thing.

"Don't worry about it, it's just my wrist. I landed on it funny when the cyclops threw me back." Her gaze burned two holes in my head as I walked toward the Big House.

Malcolm lay on a cot. Crisp white sheets lay around him, his face almost as white. A startled sound must have escaped my lips. Almost instantaneously his head swiveled to see me standing in the door way.

"Malcolm." My voice cracked. I cried for the first time in a long time in front of another person. I fell next to the bed and sobbed.

"Shh it's okay Maya. I'm fine." His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of my hand. "Maya look at me." Shaking my head I kept my face covered with my hands. "Maya please?" His hands lightly gripped my wrists, biting my lip hard as my blood started flowing through my sleeves. Malcolm's eyes darted from my face to my arm. He slid my sleeve back gently. My gaze instantly shot to the ground. His fingers lightly slid over the red and puckered skin. "Why?"

I had no answer to give. They all sound completely stupid in my head. I stood up to leave but he wouldn't let go. "Let me go Malcolm... I should go...

He shook his head. "Don't go, come here." He scooted over to make room for me next to him. I studied his face carefully. His eyes weren't as sharp... He looked more relaxed, not so angry. Which was a plus. His hand was warm in mine as I realized it was chilly in here, and my sweatshirt providing little defense against the cold.

Kicking off my shoes I slid in next to him, his body radiating heat. He pulled me close to him. His arms wrapping around my waist. Making sure I was careful I slung my arm over his side too. "Why did you cut?" His voice gentle, like he was soothing a small child. He nuzzled my hair taking deep breaths.

"The thought of loosing you... It was too much Malcolm. I couldn't stop myself." Tears silently slid down my face. Malcolm brushed away the tears with his thumb. I fisted his shirt and held him tighter, inhaling his scent to calm down. He smelled like heaven.

"I'm here. I'm not planning on leaving, ever." Malcolm planted a kiss on my forehead. Taking a deep breath I just laid there with him. His fingers rubbing soothing circles on my back. I felt guilt bubble up inside. I had to leave him. And soon too. Else everyone I cared about would be in danger. I felt his arms tighten around me slightly. I smiled and cuddled closer to him. Forgetting my worries for the time being and spending time with the boy I was laying next to.