(AN:Okay, I'm updating basically every day because I have no school "yay!" because of snow, there for I get very bored, and have to do something. And since the updates are more frequent, the chapters are shorter (sorry). I may have school Friday, but it depends on whether or not all the snow melts in the dark hollers (don't you just LOVE my eastern Kentucky accent! Oh, and American Idol is in Louisville tonight "another 'yay'") but anyways, I'll update when I can, and thanks for all the reviews, even the criticizing ones.)
The trip to Seattle was strangely uneventful. Usually we have to fight at least three monsters on any trip. The biggest thrill we got from this trip was jumping onto a moving train, and then jumping off at Seattle. The hardest thing was finding a signal to call a cab. After half an hour a cab pulled up, and we were off to Forks.
We all piled in the back so we could begin discussing our plan. The cab driver looked very greasy,and was shoving a cheese burger down his throat. A look over at Grover, and I saw he was mimicking the driver, except with cans. Then the cab took off flying, doing a sharp curve throwing Annabeth onto my lap. Grover was choking on a can. When she began to get off me, the cab took another sharp turn, and we bumped faces, and our lips brushed against each other. She stared at me silent for a few seconds, still on my lap. I sang Awkward in my head and then I regained my thought process, and looked at the cab driver.
"Excuse me but could you drive a little mo-", I trailed off, because he wasn't a cab driver any more. He now had two, purple heads covered in scales, fighting over the remains of the burger. They we're so preoccupied with their food, that they didn't notice me unsheathe Riptide. Annabeth obviously already had a plan, because she whispered, "Strike on the count of three. One, two-" Grover finally coughed up the can, which went flying into the back of one of the heads. The one that got hit quickly turned around and the other seized the moment, attacking the burger.
"Three!", Annabeth yelled. I quickly sliced off the head that was now hissing at us, while Annabeth climbed into the passenger seat. I then quickly did the same to the other, then Annabeth took the wheel.
"That was fun", Grover said sarcastically.
"Well, we're lucky that was our first", Annabeth said, the cab now under control.
She's got that right I thought. And a little bit later, we were at Forks. We quickly
hid the cab in the brush about fifty feet away from the road.
"Okay", Annabeth started."What we need to do is get to the police department so we can see if the chief of police is in fact named Charlie, to see if the happenings of twilight are fictional, or real.", she then looked at Grover. "And if it is, in fact Charlie, see if you can sniff out any thing... strange" she finished.
"You know, you guys make me feel like I'm some kind of dog" Grover complained.
And with that we were off to find the police station.