There was a beautiful girl standing in front of me. She looked like someone I had known once, but couldn't recall. Her dark hair gently waved down, ending around her chest. Her eyes were lined in eyeliner, coyly smoldering. The black cocktail dress emphasized her curves, showing off her form. She was the picture of loveliness, until she and I scowled at the same moment. Though the mirror could show me that I was still beautiful, it didn't mean I had to like it.

Lady Hera had made it clear that this was the only plan that would work. But it was my sisters who had insisted on me getting all dressed up. They couldn't help smirking as I walked downstairs feeling extremely uncomfortable. I hadn't shown this much skin since the night of the Incident. They didn't know what this was costing me, but I fully knew what could happen. After all, I was going to be alone to face Eric. All of my sisters were going to be scattered around, defending me while I did what needed to be done. Artemis and Apollo were going to occupy each other, but being immortal neither of them could die, so they would just harrass each other. I took a breath to clear my mind, as thoughts shot around my head like bullets. My sisters took this as a sign that I was ready, so they gathered their bows, swords, daggers, and miscellaneous other dangerous objects. I myself had 2 daggers sheathed in my dress, a sword that ran along the length of my leg, and of course my bow and arrow within reach. I guess I wasn't going through airport security anytime soon. None of this helped my feeling of unease as my sisters went, patting my shoulder, hugging me, and kissing me on the cheek.

Too soon, I was alone. I sat upon the floor, in the position we had agreed would be best if I would need to fight. Everything had been planned, but the one variable was me. What if I couldn't do it? I shook my head, concentrating on Eric. I remembered his silky hair, his cold eyes, and a shudder went through me. Control, I thought, then reimagined the image. I pictured him, concentrating on his state of mind. It was of anticipation, resentment, and even fright. That little bit of fear that I knew he was feeling gave me the courage to continue. I projected my image to him, me beckoning sexily, trotting off a few steps until I looked back, up at him over my eyelashes, making sure he followed. The moment he saw my image, he scrambled to his feet. I saw only lust and desire in his eyes, so that reassured me. I sat there for quite some time, leading him along the path. It required my full attention. I couldn't tell if he was being followed, only centered on leading him the one place I didn't want him, close to me.

I couldn't distinguish time in my state, so I concentrated on sounds outside. When I heard the sounds of scuffling, and of some major roaring, I knew Eric was drawing close. So I let my image me sprint back, knowing Eric would see it and follow. When my image reentered my body, I blearily opened my eyes.

Standing across the room was my worst nightmare. His clothes were ripped, snarled on vines and thorns in his rush to get here. His hair was tousled in the most endearing way, looking windswept. His eyes gazed dreamily, feasting on me. And every part of him made me nauseous.

"Nicole." I stiffened at the sound of my name, my hand twitching towards one of my many concealed weapons. He was appraising me still, a bit broken out of his love spell. "Nicole, come here." Eric demanded.

I rolled my eyes theatrically. "Yeah, because it turned out so well for me last time." Sarcasm marred my tone.

His eyes grew soft at that. Soft, but still dangerous. "Nicole, I am so sorry. One of the Hermes guys snuck alchohol in that, thinking it'd be a hilarious joke. It clouded my mind. You were so important to me."

I could feel the tension building in the room, so I leaned back against the wall casually. "I had a few drinks too, and they didn't make me do anything so idiotic."

The silence grew, spanning for minutes. Outside, I could hear sounds of fighting, the twangs!s of arrows being released, and a dull roar I couldn't place. It was Eric that broke the silence first. All of a sudden, he fiercely started walking towards me, but was brought up short when 2 daggers suddenly appeared in my hands. I leaned there, twirling my blades, keeping my eyes firmly trained on him. He continued to angrily stare right back. I broke the contest this time, by standing up straight. I put one dagger away, keeping the other in my hand. I was trembling, but hoping he couldn't see it. The look of glee in his eyes showed my he could.

"Listen, how about you be a good little boy and let me tie you up, so you don't get hurt incase the fighting comes in here?" I asked wheedingly. I could tell he didn't believe the last part for a second.

Eric smirked at me, than took me by surprise. He held out his hands, palms up, and stood there waiting. I was shocked and suspicious. But with my dagger in hand, I grabbed the celestial bronze handcuffs we had gotten a couple days ago, and strolled over to him.

Being that close to him made my delicate trembling move into hardcore shuddering. Erics smirk got wider. And just when I was about to snap the chains shut, he moved like a cobra and grabbed my hand with the dagger in it, and twisted down. My face contorted in pain, but I still managed to shut one of the cuffs around his wrist. He used that to his advantage, and swing the hand with the dangling cuff at my face. Pain exploded on the side that it smashed into, and I was thrown against the wall. My body sagged, still worn out from The Call. I could hear his steps grow closer, so I gathered all my strength.

"Little pretty Nicole. Not good for much other than being married and spending money. Why have you delueded yourself into joining these people?" He asked, than continued. He definately had practiced this speech in the mirror. "Now, if you would have been with me, we would have been the perfect couple. Everyone would have adored us. The God's would have praised our names. Your mother would have swelled with pride." He spat these last words. It sounded like he was pacing, every step brought him closer.

"I have no mother." I murmered, then spun out in a roundabout kick. He wasn't caught by surprise, but what did catch him by surprise was where I hit. Right in the soft spot, making him double over and collaspe on the ground, heaving up his lunch. That gave me enough time to flip over him, and grab my strongest weapon.

Eric seemed surprised when he got up to find an arrow notched and pointing straight at his chest. His eyes were streaming and bloodshot, and vomit was all over his clothes and face. He hastily wiped it off, while inching forward. "Honey, you don't have the guts to shoot me." He said this as if it was a fact, all the while getting closer. I braced my feet on the floor, remembering all the 2 days of practice I had gotten. Eric sidled right up in front of me, his putrid breath in my face. I couldn't move, I was to terrified out of my wits. I thought I heard a noise, but it was probably just a floorboard. I had no chance of rescue, it was all down to me. Eric was right in front of me, breathing heavily, gazing down at me. And then, he made his move. His arms came up to grasp the tops of my arms, and his face moved forward to press against my lips, but all of a sudden his body sagged down onto mine. I stumbled back, and saw Eric looking at his chest in horror. An arrow was protruding out of the center, and the blood was flowing freely. He gave me one last look, then his eyes rolled back into his head and his body flopped to the floor.

A/N: AHHH! *Joyously rejoices* Hah! Ive wanted to write this chapter from the start! Yayy! Well, click the little button that says review, and make my day!
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