Finally! Chapter 8 for you guys! I'm doing an experiment so please tell me if this chapter sucks.

Well I was looking forward to Christmas the other day and wondered if I could give you presents. And I thought 'why not?'.

And now I'm here! So on with the story!

Disclaimer: you know what's written here. I don't own PJO nor some of the characters blah, blah, blah and all that.

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NICO'S POV:

I didn't really know how Kiara and I got really involved with each other.

I guess this was really to be the beginning of a great friendship. But some part of my mind keeps on nagging that it was sad that it didn't get something more than that.

I mean I already saw her for who she really is. A girl that stood out in the crowd of people but still knows how to blend in. She doesn't know how heads turn when she pass and is still oblivious to it. And to top it all, she's crazy and imperfect, the two traits some girls never wanted to have, and that makes her perfect to me.

That night she got lost, well, let's just say Annabeth didn't mouth Izzy off. And Izzy was left cowering in their cabin the whole night.

I was planning the perfect revenge on that stuck up kids but before I got into action, Kiara was already there, carrying a black paint can and nothing else.

Then I realized, past her innocent face, she really can take good care of herself.

But that made us stuck here, atop the camp hill, in the middle of the night, and bored to death.

I was honestly okay with the silence though. It was like in the labyrinth all over again, with the silence and no one next to me.

One hour had just past but with her, it was like forever.

" Could I get some things in my cabin?", she asked for the last thirty minuets.

" No."

" Come on just a…. book?" she asked more than stated.

" Your dyslexic remember." I reminded her, leaning against a tree.

" how about some pieces of paper? To draw on?"

" You don't have the skills."

" come on, how did you know that?"

" Last time I checked, your no daughter of Apollo."

" Hmpf." She gave up stubbornly like a child and laid on the ground. Her biscuits were littered on the ground around us, particularly me, but some still survived in the package.

" COME ON! YOU CAN'T KEEP AN ADHD CHILD UNENTERTAINED!", she yelled, nearly waking up the whole camp while I watched her humorously.

" Nico, do you think we'll go into the dark side if they offer cookies?" she asked suddenly.

" Sure" I said sarcastically, " ' come over the dark side, we have cookies!' is a great promotional advertisement for them."

1 and a half hours into the night guard

" Nico, this is really boring. Could we make a game of charades, or I spy or something that might entertain me."

" Well, what if I don't like to play?"

" Come on, monsters are more fun then you."

" Then why don't you play with them instead. Let's see how that ends up." I said looking at her.

She smiled widely and raised a biscuit and waved it around yelling, " Come on monsters! We have biscuits! Why don't you come out and play!"

I rolled my eyes and slumped back to the tree.

3 hours into the shift

I could have sworn she stopped talking. So miracles do happen.

I went by her, careful not to wake her up and laid down beside her and looked at her features. She was pretty, and coming from me, that's a lot, she doesn't wear make up and she doesn't care either.

Her hair was wavy now, by her sleeping position, her pale skin was glowing in the moonlight, and her lips, her full kissable lips, was too much a temptation.

And before I knew it, I was leaning. The closer I get, the more my heartbeat pounded. I was sure that when only an inch to her face was there, my heart was out of my chest.

Then she stirred.

I leaned back, taking in what would happen if she didn't. ' Nico, your taking advantage of a sleeping girl!' a voice in my head screamed.

" Nico." She mumbled. I didn't know if she was now awake or not. She mumbled my name again and tuned.

She was dreaming about me? Did she care the same way I did? This was going to be a long shot but, did she like me to?

Answers did not supply my flood of questions.

Then some twigs snapped and the sudden heat I felt made me look up to what it was. Surely it was a monster.

A big giant that looked a little like a cow was standing at the foot of the hill. Then from his ugly mouth, came a fireball. I ducked and pulled my sword from behind.

' Wow. Spitting cows of doom really do exist.' I though.

" Kiara, this is a really good time to wake up now!" I said while shaking her arm with one hand.

" Just five more minuets."

" In five minuets, your going to be toast!" I yelled.

" I don't want some toast!" she yelled back, still partially asleep.

" I give up." I said standing up and got ready to face my doom.

I yelled and charged. The monster, lets call him Rubert, charged too.

I dodged, swung, backed up, and side stepped. It was no use.

It was a loosing battle. The monster was too hot and the sweat stung my eyes.

I swung my sword blindly and realized my mistake but it was too late.

Rubert got my back and lifted me from the ground. I gave out an anguish cry because of the feeling of his skin on mine and his bone crushing grip. Several cracks could be heard from my side. Great, I have now broken ribs.

He threw me into a tree and I landed next to the spot where Kiara laid, face down.

I lifted my head a little to see no Kiara and I panicked. What if the monster got her?

But the next cry relieved my of my suspicions.

" DO NOT MESS WITH ME!" and I saw Kiara, sword in hand and battle the monster before I fainted.

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" Nico! Run!" Kiara screamed from behind.

" Kiara?" I asked, turning to her voice. And I stood shocked.

She was at the bottom of what looked like a throne with a boy that looked like her sitting on it.

" Nico! Get away! Now!" but her cries were weak, and I could feel the pain in her voice. A soft hum was ringing in my ears and felt pain in my heart. That hum was the familiar hum of the dead, when someone's about to die.

The boy on the throne smiled at her, as if her cries was humorous to him. I was enrage to see her like that. On the floor, pain in her beautiful eyes and blood pouring from her head.

I stood there, rage building. But the boy smiled at me, raised his sword and stabbed the place where her heart had been.

" NO!" I screamed, sitting up. Panting, I looked at my surroundings and saw a boy, about my age, with light brown hair and hazel eyes looking at me weirdly. He was smirking, as if sharing an inside joke and he had the familiar smile of cabin 11.

" The prince of the dead awakens."

" Where am I?" I asked.

" The infirmary." He said in a duh voice.

" What happened?" I asked again irritated by the lack of answers he gave.

" Well, you were saved by your girlfriend and was brought here."

" What girlfriend?"

" Daughter of Poseidon."

" She's not my girlfriend." I was starting to like this kid lesser by the minuet.

" Really? I think she's hot." He said smirking. I avoided the subject. Come on, I'm not going to talk about Kiara that way, like a trophy to be bragged about.

" Where is she?"

" In the other room." He said matter-of-factly.

" Why are you here?"

" Because Chiron wants me to wake you up but seeing your awake, that made my trip here useless." He said and walked out. I really don't like this kid.

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I hope you like your presents. That's a nice long one.

I was trying the whole Nico pov and I would like to know if this was better than Kiara's.

Well, that's for your story and remember, REVIEW!

-Dark.