I have finally finished chapter twelve. It's the longest chapter I have written for this story. More than 5k.
I'm sorry for my long absence. There aren't really any excuses I can give you besides the most common ones about school and all that shit.
Anyway, this chapter is written a little differently than the other ones. If it bothers you all just tell me and I'll change it.
Nora's point of view is written in italics. The other view in normal writing.
I hope the characters aren't too OOC. Sorry if that's the case.
I would also like to mention that I have published a new Self-Insert story for PJO. You might want to try it out.
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Rating for this chapter: T
Summary: Death gained a whole new appeal the moment I became a daughter of Hades. Self-Insert
Have fun.
Chapter 12
A Future Foretold
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Where Past Meets Present
"Hate the sin, love the sinner."
― Mahatma Gandhi
"There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable."
― Mark Twain
Percy Jackson had learned to expect the unexpected. The instances where the 'unexpected' still surprised him became rarer with each passing year. He liked to believe that this fact was quite understandable after everything that happened to him.
Being attacked by a mythical creature. Check.
Finding out that he was the demigod son of Poseidon. Check.
Meeting angry Greek Gods that tried to kill him more than once. Double check.
Compared to all the things that already happened to him, not much could be surprising anymore.
And thus he wasn't even slightly astounded when he was called back into camp in the middle of his school semester because the Oracle had spoken a new prophecy.
He didn't even wonder why they needed him to be there. Only a day earlier Annabeth had gone to camp because of the disappearance of one of her siblings. Knowing her, she most likely got involved in the whole mess.
''What took you so long, Kelp Head?! We've been waiting for hours.'' The Daughter of Athena was standing near Thalia's pine tree, with both of her hands on her hips she gave him an impatient look.
He did not dare tell her that she should have been happy about him being there at all. His mother, Sally Jackson, had been more than unhappy when she heard about his plans of taking another quest.
''I'm here now, aren't I, Wise Girl?'' He grinned brightly. ''Let's go talk to Chiron.''
Annabeth did not grace him with an answer, she only took his hand in her own and started dragging him towards the Big House. On their way there some campers waved in his direction, others only glared at him disdainfully. He knew why they did it and couldn't even fault them for their actions.
Why did he get to go on another quest while they had to stay at camp and hope that one day they would be able to prove themselves to their godly parent?
If he could have, he would have given the quest to anyone who was willing. But he couldn't, they all knew that.
The stairs squeaked slightly as they climbed them to enter the Big House. A small group of people was already there, waiting for them. Among those people were his best friend Grover, Chiron and Mr. D. The later looking completely uninterested.
''Here you are, Peter Johnson.'' The god took a sip of his diet coke. ''How much longer did you want to keep us waiting?''
Percy smiled sheepishly and rubbed his neck. ''I'm sorry. The traffic was really bad.''
''Mortals and their excuses.'' Mr. D turned his head slightly to the right, dismissing the demigod in front of him completely.
Being already used to that behavior, Percy moved to a chair and sat down on it. ''So, can someone tell me what this all is about?''
Annabeth looked ready to murder him. ''The prophecy, Seaweed Brain!''
''I know.'' Percy rolled his eyes. ''You just forgot to tell me the prophecy when you called. And you were so exited when we talked that I didn't want interrupt you.''
This time it was her who looked sheepish. ''Sorry.''
The son of Poseidon waved his hand dismissively. ''It's fine.'' His gaze moved to Chiron. ''Could you tell me the prophecy?''
Chiron was smiling, as if amused by their actions. ''Of course.''
Momentarily, his voice became serious. Percy could feel a shiver crawling up and down his spine.
''Three shall go West to a place well known
A great secret there will be shown
Among the Rich a traitor stands
Extinguished by a madman's hands
And then the dead shall rise and bring mayhem
A child of Hades being among them''
Percy didn't know what to say. The prophecy wasn't the worst sounding one. If one ignored the part with the madman and the dead rising, it actually sounded quite nice.
''What do you think?'' Annabeth asked. She looked nervous.
Percy looked thoughtful for a moment. ''Do we know the exact location of 'West' and who the 'Three' are?''
It was Chiron who answered. ''The Oracle came to Annabeth with the prophecy. And as for the location, we have already thought of a few places.''
Percy turned to the daughter of Athena. ''You want me to accompany you?''
''Yes.'' She nodded her head. ''I hoped you and Grover would be willing to come with me?''
Percy's gaze softened. He just couldn't stop himself. ''Of course.''
''Percy!'' Grover whined. ''Don't answer for me.''
''Are you telling me you won't come with us?'' The son of Poseidon asked with a large grin on his face. He already knew the answer to that question.
Grover massaged his temple with his left hand. ''Someone needs to make sure that the both of you don't get in too much trouble.''
''Of course.'' Annabeth and Percy chorused.
Chiron cleared his throat loudly. The centaur did not want to interrupt them, but if what he suspected was right, the three of them needed to start the quest. ''Children, we need to focus on the prophecy.''
Percy nodded his head. ''What were the locations you thought about? And do you think that the part about 'Child of Hades' is...literal? That Lord Hades had another child?''
''Prophecies are never what they seem. The chance of there truly being a child of Hades is rather slim. As for your first question, the prophecy doesn't give us much clues about that. Only 'well know', 'West' and that there might be rich people there.'' Chiron looked at Athena's daughter. ''Annabeth worked on this with a map and searched places west to the camp which are popular among rich people. I don't think it's important to mention that she found many of those.''
Annabeth nodded her head. ''There were way too many choices, so I tried to find another clue.'' Her head tilted slightly to the right. ''After a while I came up with the idea that the place doesn't have to be 'well known' by the mortals, but by us.''
Everyone leaned over the table to look at the map that had magically appeared in the middle of it. Annabeth was already pointing at something with her pointer finger. ''Coincidences might exist, but they don't exist in our world.''
Percy could feel an invisible weight settling on his shoulders. He didn't know why, after all, the place itself wasn't the worst of all the ones he had thought of, but somehow he just knew that nothing pleasant was awaiting them.
The Lotus Hotel and Casino
Our room was as expensive as all the ones we inhabited before. Large and spacious with a king sized bed in the middle. Curtains of fine material hid the large windows and there was even a sort of minibar in one corner.
Near door stood a spacious wardrobe. Next to it a comfy looking white leather armchair. I would likely end up reading my books as I relaxed on it.
The room was perfect. Expensive. Equipped with the newest 'technology'.
This wasn't our home.
''If you find anything missing or not to your liking just call the staff. They will rearrange everything you want.'' Father pointed at the large telephone on the nightstand. ''No monsters will attack you here.''
Nico muttered an reply under his breath. I wasn't really sure what he said, but I doubted it was any kind of denial. He did not blame any of us for the situation, thus he wouldn't be an ass about it.
Thank the Gods.
His brown bag landed on the huge bed and with sight he lowered himself upon it as well. To my right Bianca was already unpacking her own things and reserving the best places in the wardrobe for herself.
Dresses of various colors were hung neatly on hangers. Out of the two of us, Bianca was the proper lady.
Just two years ago we still shared our clothes. Not out of necessity, but because our size was the same and we liked each others wear.
Then her curves started showing and I was left behind in our development. It took two more years for anything to be visible on my body. Even then my curves were still not what they had been once upon a time.
This might have been due the fact that Bianca and I had inherited our mother's petite build. I reached the impressive height of exactly five feet and three inches.
Bianca not even an inch taller than I.
Nico, however, seemed to get taller with each day. My head barely reached his mouth.
It amused him more then anything else.
He even dared to laugh at me. And when I threatened to strangle him, he said, I would have to do it soon otherwise I wouldn't be able to reach his throat with my hands.
I had been very tempted to do just that.
''Why are you unpacking? We will not be here for that long.''My twin's feet dangled off the bed while he held his upper body up with both of his arms.
Bianca turned her head to him. ''We will be here long enough.''
Her answer was curt and indicated how mad she still was. I might not have fancied this whole idea, but Bianca wholeheartedly despised it.
From what I knew, we would be here for a month or two. Trapped in time while the whole world moved on. Eight decades would pass till we would be finally let out of our luxurious bird cage.
Eight decades seemed like a really long time to me.
To father they would be nothing but the blink of an eye.
I certainly wasn't the only one who envied him.
Indifferent and furious my siblings were. Still, it was their fear that threatened to drown them.
As used as I was to my father's silent presence, I was still somehow startled by his appearance before me. Neither did I notice Bianca coming to our side.
There weren't many people who called Hades affectionate. Truthfully, I wouldn't either. Nevertheless, there were those rare instances during which his eyes changed from steel to stone and his touch wasn't as uncommon as some might think.
Together, we were encircled by our father's arms. In the back of my mind I knew he could have crushed us to death.
He did not.
The hug wasn't long or especially physically warm.
Father's skin was colder than ice. Ours had a similar degree.
For a moment I felt as if everything would end up positively. As if no war was awaiting us in the future. As if one of my siblings wasn't fated to die.
Fleeting. That second of closure was fleeting, lasting only while father held us in his embrace.
His absence left me cold.
He moved to Nico and ruffled the boy's hair gently.
Father was gone before I could even think of saying something.
His mom was giving him the look. The you-can't-be-serious-and-are-you-completely-out-of-your-mind-look.
Percy did not blame her. After all, what he asked of her wasn't what any mother wanted to hear. ''Mom, we really need to do this. And to do this we need a car.''
''I know, Percy.'' She sighted in defeat. ''I know. I'm just so worried about you. Besides, you don't even have a license.''
Percy's eyes softened and he smiled slightly. ''I'll be fine, mom. Nothing bad will happen. The prophecy does not sound so bad.''
Ms. Jackson put a plate full of cookies on the table in front of him. If anyone wondered, they were blue. ''We both know that I can't stop you. Just..be careful.''
''We're always careful, Ms. Jackson.'' Said the satyr that was sitting besides him. Grover's hand was already reaching out for a second cookie. ''We'll be back in no time.''
Annabeth hummed in agreement.
Percy's mom turned her head to the left. Her eyes met the ones of Paul Blofis and she smiled slightly. ''Can they use your car?''
Paul's eyes, like always, softened the moment he looked at her. ''It's your choice, Sally.'' The man put his hand into his right jean pocket and fished out a car key. ''If you don't mind him going then they may as well use my car.''
''Thank you.'' Sally smiled softly and took the key out of his hand. Then she turned towards her son and gave him a stern look. ''Be careful, Percy.''
The Son of Poseidon grinned brightly. ''I will, mom.'' He took the small key and moved his gaze to the man at her side. ''Thanks, Paul.''
Not even an hour later the small group left the apartment. Las Vegas was waiting for their arrival.
I had already mentioned once what a curse our powers could be and I could only say it once again. No matter how useful those powers were, sometimes I wondered if we wouldn't have been better off without them. As children of Hades we experienced a kind of pain and sorrow not many could comprehend.
I wished we did not have to. Tragedy always did strike the Children of the Dead the hardest.
''Nora?'' Bianca's voice sounded weak. It reminded me of the time when we were little children and she still feared thunder. ''Tell me you cannot feel this.''
Thick tears streamed down both of our faces. I wouldn't lie to her, even though there was nothing I wished to do more. The choice to answer with another question was made easily. Just this once I did not want to be the responsible one. ''He's gone, isn't he?''
My elder sister now sobbed openly. Her arms tighten around me as if I were the only thing that kept her floating in the middle of the sea.
Regrettably, I couldn't give her the reassurance she needed. There was no will to comfort my sister inside me.
Just like her I had lost someone important. Maybe the grief wouldn't have hit me as hard if I hadn't literality felt him die. Or perhaps it was the grief and pain of my siblings that slowly mixed with mine.
My limbs hung uselessly at my side. I had no strength left to continue fighting. This one time my siblings would have to rely on themselves and hopefully they would find some strength in them to help me.
Now that there were only three of us left, we had only each other as a sort of comfort.
Father couldn't help us inside the hotel.
It was selfish of me to only think about us.
Especially because our brother was gone. Dead. Already being brought in front of the Judges of the Underworld.
I knew that no Elysium was awaiting Jerome Chavalier. He was too young for that. He still hadn't achieved anything in his life.
Or at least I thought so. I doubted he had aged a lot in the three hours we spend inside the hotel.
He died while still being just a young child.
I really hated this world.
They drove for a whole day. The car windows constantly closed and music that repeated itself every few hours blaring out of the radio.
Grover sat behind the steering wheel for most of their journey. Among their small group he was the best driver. Besides both of his friends did not trust Percy's driving abilities on busy roads. Certain death, that's what they thought about him driving the car.
While their distrust in his abilities did nothing to raise his mood, Percy secretly preferred it when Grover took this responsibility. Paul had done enough for him by taking care of his mother; the Son of Poseidon did not want to destroy his stepfather's car.
''There is a motel a few miles away from here. We should stop there for the night.'' Annabeth, who sat at the front, pointed at a road shield.
Grover took a sip from his forth energy drink. ''Finally. I thought you would never suggest some rest.''
After changing the track, Grover steered the car onto a side road. A dozen of buildings and two suspicious looking people later, the small group arrived in front of a shabby motel. On the parking lot were only two other cars; an old silver Golf and an ancient red Mustang.
Paul's car was parked opposite the other ones. In the shade of a tree it was almost perfectly hidden from view.
Percy only hoped no one would try to steal it. The neighborhood did not look safe at all and he would rather not get into a fight with mortals.
''By the Gods, it feels as if I hadn't moved my legs for years.'' Grover stretched his arms above his head immediately after he exited the car. His bones cracked loudly.
Percy could only nod his head in agreement. He too stretched his body and proceeded to check if he still had all of his essentials. The pen in his pocket being the most important.
Many considered the habit of checking the pen's presence as paranoid. The son of Poseidon knew that it was literally impossible for him to lose that pen. However, its touch comforted him. That was why he always made sure it was still there.
''There was a grocery store on the way.'' Annabeth pointed down the street. ''We need food and a few other things. I think you should go, Grover.''
The daughter of Athena squinted her eyes and smiled a little sheepishly. ''I fear Percy and I might attract the wrong attention.''
The satyr nodded in acceptance. ''Maybe they will have some burritos.''
The daughter of Athena looked rather skeptical. Fortunately, she knew better than to comment. There was no time for an argument. They needed stock their reserves and some much needed rest.
Tomorrow they would have to continue driving. The Fates did not like to be kept waiting. Neither did prolonging a quest ever end pleasantly.
''Is all you need now in the backpack?'' Percy asked the blonde haired girl. A nod was the only answer he received. Turning to Grover, the boy spoke up once again. ''If you're not back in an hour, we'll come looking for you.''
''Thanks man.'' Grover tried to grin even though he felt as if he might fall asleep standing. ''I'll be back as soon as I can. The store wasn't far from here.''
And off the satyr went, leaving the two demigods standing at the parking lot. With their bags in hand and tired limbs the two teenagers moved to enter the motel.
A young clerk greeted them. His red hair a shade they had never seen before and the smile on his face almost blinding. ''Welcome, Miss and Mister.''
''Good evening, Mr. Donald.'' Looking at the name tag on his shirt, Annabeth smiled an overly polite smile. ''We need a room for three. Our friend will be arriving soon.''
The redhead nodded and stood up from his chair. His feet shuffled backwards and he turned to look for a key. It hung near a dozen of others on a hook at the wall. ''The night will cost ya 80 bucks. Y'all will have to leave in the morning.''
He walked back to the counter and handed the blonde haired girl the slightly rusty key. ''Ya can pay before ya leave.''
Percy picked up the bag he had previously let fall to the ground. ''Our friend's name is Grover. Please lead him to our room when he arrives here.''
''Sure thing.'' Mrs. Donald pointedly waved with his left hand, showing them he direction to their room and at the same time dismissing them.
The corridor was dark, only lightened by a flickering light bulb. Room number 034 was their next destination. In a faded green those numbers were painted at the fourth door they passed. Had Annabeth not been watching out for it, the duo would have spend the whole night searching for their abode.
As it was, the girl opened the door to their room with little trouble. She had to lean her body heavily against the wooden entry for it to move.
The two teenagers fell asleep before their bodies hit their beds.
Shame. It's such an ugly thing. Especially coming from my brother.
The feeling could be compared to me swallowing acid and it eating me from the inside. I wanted it to stop. To once again feel that gleeful happiness I normally associated with my twin.
And as if such a highly concentrated shame wasn't enough, there was also a huge mix of disgust, self-loathing and fear inside of him.
At that very moment, I would have done anything to stop those feelings. Even gone against my own ethics and killed whoever dared to make Nico feel that way.
Nico di Angelo deserved only the best. Not whatever he was experiencing.
My hand trembled as I put it upon his, our fingers immediately entangled. With pale skin coated by thin sheen of sweat my brother flinched.
He flinched from my touch. That had never happened before.
Only a few minutes ago everything had been alright. We had been laughing and playing a game of poker. Other people sat around us and enjoyed themselves just as much as we did.
As children of Hades, we had immense luck in games that involved winning money. Fun. Before we entered the hotel, I did not actually think fun would be involved in our time here. Our true childhood had been a short one. I couldn't remember the last time we behaved like normal fourteen years old.
It was Saturday night, the casino was full of people. Crowded wasn't strong enough to describe the atmosphere. No one seemed to mind.
Together we sat at a table and defeated anyone who was brave enough to play against us. A large pile of poker chips laid before us and I knew it would only get bigger as the evening progressed.
We had just ordered some champagne to celebrate our winning—There was no responsible adult here that could forbid us some alcohol. Besides, it was just one glass. I wouldn't allow Nico to get completely wasted. Especially because of all the experiences I had in the past.—and looked up when the sound of a new group entering the room hit our ears.
There was a teenage boy among them. Light blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. He might not have been my type, but there was no denying him being handsome.
Apparently, Nico shared my opinion.
When my twin spotted the newcomer a surge of attraction and appreciation filled him. It caused me to turn my gaze on him.
Nico's world froze in place.
His eyes did not want to meet mine and the shame that I could feel through our bond left a bitter taste in my mouth.
It took me a while—three seconds—to realize what was going on. That realization made everything Nico felt more intense.
My twin brother was attracted to a boy. It wasn't a big deal for me, I always knew of his sexuality. But it was quite obvious that Nico didn't want me to know. That he felt ashamed for being different.
My twin was probably glad that Bianca wasn't here with us. He had not trusted us with his biggest secret, fearing rejection from his own family.
Did I ever make him feel unwanted?
I knew I had to say something, before he completely slipped away from me. My mouth opened and the words tumbled out before I could even think about what I was saying. ''He is quite attractive, isn't he?''
Nico's head snapped in my direction and his mouth opened and closed again. He looked like a fish out of water. ''What?''
''The boy. I admit, he's very handsome. I prefer the dark type, but he isn't bad either.'' I paused. ''You do not have to deny it. I feel what you feel.''
Nico looked at the table, his eyes once again wouldn't meet mine. ''I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.''
Was he apologizing? ''Why? Because you feel attracted to your own gender? There is nothing wrong with that, Nico.'' I reached out with my hand and forced him to look at me. ''I don't care about whom you are attracted to. You could have a preference for furies and I wouldn't mind it. It would weird but nothing will ever change the fact that you are my twin. Besides there are some girls that I have found quite pretty myself.''
''Really?'' His eyes were wide.
''Really.'' I smiled. ''If you wish we can go talk with him together.''
And there came the self disgust and self-loathing once again. Gods, I knew he wouldn't change his mind so easily. ''Come, Nico.''
I stood up and wrapped my hand around his wrist. Then I proceeded to drag him out of the room, our previous winnings laying completely forgotten at the table. Some players were eyeing them with interest, but before one of them could even try to take the chips a worker already started packing them for us.
No one payed us any attention while we maneuvered through the crowded room, the magic of the casino completely clouding their judgment. At a few places we had to practically fight our way out so that we could pass. Minutes later we managed to arrive at the entrance doors.
Outside of the room I found a place where we could talk undisturbed. It just so happened to be a dark corner. Nico would feel safe there, surrounded by the darkest of shadows. ''Sit.''
He listened. Had it been any other situation this would have caused me to laugh. ''What do you want, Nora?''
I crouched down in front of him and took his face into both of my hands. Our eyes met and I smiled slightly. ''You know, there is nothing to be ashamed of. None of us will judge you.''
His right hand touched mine. ''But what about papa...''
''Papa?'' I giggled slightly. ''Do you truly believe that papa has taken only female lovers through the millennia? I am sure he enjoyed his male lovers just like he enjoyed his female ones.''
For a moment he looked at me as if I had told him that the sky was green and pigs could fly. ''You think?''
''It wont matter to papa and neither will Bianca care. As long as you are happy nothing else matters.'' I kissed his forehead and pulled him against me.
Against all reason, I expected him to flinch once again.
His arms lightly returned my hug.
I knew this wasn't the end of this whole theme.
Percy managed to stop Paul's car before it collided with the two hellhounds standing in their way. He considered himself lucky because of that.
It swerved slightly on the wet road and came too a stop a few feet away from the overgrown dogs.
The small group had decided to take a shortcut through some deserted side street. At that time it had seemed like a good idea. The faster they arrived at their destination, the sooner the quest would be finished.
A demigods life was never that easy.
While he and Annabeth got out of the car, Grover sat down behind the steering wheel and started to drive the car to a safer location. They still needed it to get to Las Vegas.
There was no hesitation in the monsters' attacks. Their large jaws snapping at them in a dangerous dance. Had they been mortal and without their battle reflexes, then those jaws would have been their deaths.
As it was, Percy and Annabeth moved fluidly out of their way. His sword and her knife gleamed dangerously in the moon light.
As hellhound number one—Yes, he named them.—jumped in Percy's direction, the boy managed to roll out of its way and slice at the hound's stomach.
It wasn't deadly, but still managed to slow the monster down.
Percy truly couldn't believe his luck when he felt the first drop of rain hit his cheek. Soon that small drop changed into pouring rain.
It's left unsaid that the hellhounds did not stand a chance.
Soon the group continued their travel to Las Vegas.
I had no idea how it happen. What lead to it.
One second Nico and I were sitting on the bed in our room, talking comfortably about what we should do next. And then, so suddenly that I could have never expected it, he was leaning forward. The world around me started to spin slower, only to stop doing it completely soon after. His face stopped inches in front of mine as if realizing that it shouldn't be there in the first place.
Identical eyes met. Our breaths mingled with each other. A desire that should have never been there filled us.
I didn't know who moved first. Who crossed a line that should have never been crossed.
Our lips connected in a chaste kiss. Inexperienced and clumsy we were and so was the kiss as well. Innocently, like a curious child exploring a field of wild flowers for the first time, our lips moved against each other.
But I knew that there was nothing innocent about that act. It was wrong, so very wrong. I knew that this shouldn't have ever happened. I should have never let this happen.
That did not stop me from moving forward once again, connecting my lips with those of my twin brother.
The place hadn't changed the least since they had been last there. But the sense of foreboding Percy felt the moment he exited the car hadn't been there the last time.
''Do we stay together or separate?'' He asked, his gaze turned in Annabeth's direction.
Grey eyes narrowed. ''We don't know what we're searching for. It's better for us to stay together.'' Her lips quirked upwards. ''Don't eat anything in there, Grover.''
''I'm not stupid, you know. I have learned my lesson after what happened the last time.'' The satyr whined.
Percy shook his head in amusement. He could only hope that his best friend would heed the warning. ''We should go inside. The faster we do it, the sooner everything will be over.''
They entered The Lotus Hotel and Casino.
I had been waiting in the foyer when it happened. Nico and Bianca said they would meet me there later, thus I diligently waited for them.
Searching for them in the large casino was not an option. Our connection might have pointed me in their general direction but that was all. I would know in which room they were but not which of the thirty tables they occupied.
More than a week I could spend searching for them in this large building and still find no trace of my siblings.
I preferred waiting. At least meeting up with them was certain this way.
My gaze moved over the heads of countless of people. They were of different ethnicity. Some obviously American, others from different parts of the world. Asian, African and European.
I could recognize some of the languages they spoke. There was even someone from Russia.
How long has it been since I last heard someone speak Russian?
Not long enough for me to forget the whole language. There were words I had forgotten the meaning of, but I generally knew what the blonde couple was speaking of.
However, my attention soon strayed from them and turned to the glassy entrance.
The Lotus Flower induced haze cleared for a moment and I saw the outside world for the first time in what felt like only two months. A young girl in short—very short— shorts was jogging down the street. She had a pair of headphones on her head and what looked like an Mp3 player in her hand.
Dizziness hit me and I stumbled a little. How much time had actually passed?
My breath quickened and I had to lean on the wall to stop myself from falling.
''Are you alright, Lady Nora?'' A male employee asked me. He had a tray of Lotus Flowers in his left hand. ''A Lotus Flower, perhaps?''
Without needing to be asked twice, my hand reached out for the magical treat.
A bite and the familiar ecstasy returned.
The last thing I saw before the intoxication set in was a group of three teens entering the casino. A blonde girl and a dark haired boy. Their was hidden behind their bodies.
Poor lads. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into.
