Lamia stood behind the check out counter, glaring at me. "I used to be beautiful once, just like you," she said with envy. I smirked and strutted towards her. "I guess that's what happens when you mess with the gods," I spat. Lamia swung her serpent-like tail at me. I grabbed a hold of it and was thrown into a rack of puffy prom dresses. My head bounced of the metal rack and it hurt like hell. That just made me want to kick her ass more.
I pushed off the ground and charged. I heard screaming in the background, probably my mom and Ashley. I flipped open the blade and stabbed at Lamia's tail that she was whipping around. "Bitch," she screeched. I smirked and slid on my stomach towards her legs. "You better believe it," I said, stabbing her lizard legs. The scales were hard to puncture but I still cut her up badly. She pulled at my hair and screamed. I looked up for a second. She had an arrow stuck in her arm. I had a feeling Zoey had something to do with it.
I felt Lamia pull on my hair again. It made my head hurt even more and is it me or does she fight like a little girl. It's like throw a punch already! I heard Lamia snicker and I looked up. She had ripped out some of my hair. "You bitch," I screamed. I wrapped my arms around her arrow infested one and pulled my self to my feet. I took the blade and stabbed at her shoulders, face, and arms. She screeched and clawed at me. The monster kicked at my shins but I ignored it. There was no way I was going to let her win.
She grabbed at my hair and pulled some more out. I stabbed at her wrist and hit an artery. Monster goo spewed out everywhere, including my hair. "Ugh, that is it," I yelled. I punched Lamia in the face and she stumbled backwards. I took the opportunity and drove the knife into her chest. With one last scream she was monster dust. "Never mess with the hair," I stated triumphantly.
I picked the knife up out of the ashes and flipped it close. I rubbed it on my jeans to get the monster dust off it. All of a sudden Zoey was by my side, retrieving her arrow. "Here and thanks," I said, handing her the pocketknife. She took it and shoved it in her back pocket. "I couldn't let you have all the fun," she teased. I rolled my eyes. "Getting your hair pulled out of your head is just sooo much fun," sarcasm dripped on my every word. She shrugged, "I like a good fight, Stiletto." "You are so Artemis's daughter," I laughed.
I dusted myself off and walked back to the dressing rooms. The girls were all standing there in the bridesmaid dresses with their jaws on the floor. My mother looked horrified. "Your hair," she screeched. My hand flew to my head. My hair was still there so I have no clue why she was so panicky. Maybe there was still some monster goo in my hair. That would cause her to flip. "Mom, calm down. I'll shampoo and condition when we get home."
She sighed in relief, "Good. Now what do you think of the dresses?" I looked over the girls one more time. "They're perfect. Are we going to have to pay for them," I asked. My mom thought it over for a second. "No," she decided, "we're too good for that." I put my hands on my hips. "Dad hid the mortal money and cut off your credit cards, didn't he?" She put her head in her hands. "They were Gucci boots! Pink leather with silver buckles! I couldn't help it if they weren't on sale," she sobbed. I rolled my eyes. Some things just never change.