A/N. Okay, you guys know of how a faithful and nice person I am, right? Oh shoot, does that sound conceited, or is that me?
ANYWAYS...guess what?
I still have Science fair, but I couldn't stay away from the wonderful world of SISTERS GRIMM! ^^
Actually, I finished my SF Paper, and my board is due Nov. 16, so I have some time to write. :D Umm, I feel like I have alot of news to spread, sooo:
~My Project of Puck WAS A SUCCESS! I had applause. *teary eyed* I hope I made Puck happy.
~HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Today's my grandma's birthday. Yesterday was my uncle. The 27th was my Aunt. The 15 was my aunt and mom's brother. And...I think that's it, haha. What are/were you for Halloween? You wanna know who I'm going as? Peter Pan. Puck is sure to be irritated with me now! ^^ Oh, by the way, for my Project of Puck, I wore the Peter Pan costume I'm wearing for Halloween. ^^ Yup, Puck's peeved.
~Thank you to those who explained 'wearily' and 'warily'. Maraming salamat!
~I have to advertise a story because I promised her I would. Does anyone remember me talking about a site called Wattpad? Well this girl "percyriptidejackson" posted a FanFiction called "The Long Lost Grimm Girl" and she needs some readers. If you have a Wattpad, Twitter, or Facebook, you'll be able to give 'Votes' and 'Comments' on it, and she would really appreciate it. The summary: What if there was a third Grimm girl? What if she was separated from her sisters at birth? What if they didn't know about her until a year after the incident with Mirror was all cleared up? After the Scarlet Hand was stopped? This is her story. This is the story of Sabrina and Daphne's long lost sister, Scarlet Grimm, or as she was known, Scarlet Doubtfire.
So yes! Check it out please! Oh, and if you see the cover for her story, I drew that up on Paint. Awesome, right? I love the swirly-ness of it. :D The link: http: /www .wattpad. com/2135306 -the-long-lost- grimm-girl (Just take out the spaces)
~DO NOT BE MISLEAD BY HOW MANY WORDS THE CHAPTER ALERT SAYS! This chapter is not over 5,000 words long. It's around 2,000. The other 3,000 words are for a special sneak peek that is talked about below.
~AND FINALLY...I will be posting a new story for the PJO section. My first ever. Not only is it going to be a PJO story, it's going to crossover with SISTERS GRIMM! Yeah! And you know what else? You get to read the first chapter. Right here. Right now...
Actually, after the chapter. ^^ So here's your...CHAPTER 5!
Chapter 5: Black-Mailing Demons
"Good luck," Red said with a smile as she stood next to Daphne infront of the door.
"I'm so scared," she whispered.
Red rolled her eyes. "Mr. Firay didn't seem scary at all. And that's coming from me. I've lived in fear for over 100 years, so I'm an expert of scary. He's not scary."
"That because you haven't seen his other side!" Daphne whimpered. "What if he get's really angry? What if he hits me-"
"He can't hit you; it against your school's rules." Red looked at her watch. "Ah, it seems Tom might be waiting. I have to go, Daphne. I'll see you at the house." She patted Daphne's shoulder encouragingly, and left.
Daphne hesitated slightly before she knocked on Mr. Firay's door. Her heart felt like it was speeding the speed limit. She bit her lip nervously.
What was going to happen? Was I going to be yelled at? Beaten up? Or maybe he would be nice and let me off the hook and just couldn't say no in class?
She heard the click of a lock, and the door opened slightly. Mr. Firay's blonde head popped out and shook as he looked left and right quickly. Curiously, Daphne watched him until he suddenly opened the door wider, and grabbed her by the shirt into the room. He quickly shut the door after her and locked it.
"Why did you lock the door?" Daphne demanded. Though, she could tell herself that she sounded nervous. "Mr. Firay?"
"Shh!" he shushed, a finger hovering over his lips.
"Why?"
"Shh!"
"Tell me why and I will-"
And then Mr. Firay's hand was over her mouth. He pulled her away from the door and pushed her against the wall. His eyes never left the door. Daphne tried to pull his hand away from her mouth, but his force was too strong. Daphne could hear a few giggling voices outside the door. She continued to try and pull Mr. Firay's hand away from her mouth because it was blocking her nose and mouth.
Basically, Daphne Grimm couldn't breathe.
Mr. Firay glared at her, and Daphne went limp, trying to stay as still and silent as possible. She even held her breath, even though she couldn't breathe in the first place. There was a sudden knock at the door. Mr. Firay was now holding his breath as well. After a moment, a few more knocks were heard.
"Is he there?" A girl asked. "Try the door."
There was a jiggle of the door handle, then a more violent one.
"It's locked," another girl said solemnly. "Should we wait?"
"No, I've got to catch the bus," the other girl responded. "We can come back tomorrow."
"Okay,"
There were the sounds of footsteps, and after a minute, all was silent. Mr. Firay sighed, uncovering Daphne's mouth. She gasped in the air, trying to fill her lungs.
"Oh, sorry," Mr. Firay apologized nonchalantly.
"You don't sound sorry!" I returned, still trying to catch my breath. "What...what was that all about anyway?"
"They probably wanted to talk with me."
"Why didn't you let them in?"
"It's annoying," he responded with a shrug.
Daphne smiled in annoyance at him. She really couldn't figure this guy out. First he was nice, then he was a bastard, then he was nice again! Daphne sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"Come with me, Ms. Grimm," he said suddenly, beckoning her with his hand. "I have a job for you."
Daphne followed him curiously to the equipment room that was attached to the main room. She walked in to find a bunch of boxes piled high. She turned to Mr. Firay with a questioning look. "What am I supposed to do?"
"I want you to unpack all of those boxes and put the items you have unpacked in their right places," he explained, gesturing towards the pile of boxes. "Simple. right?"
Daphne gawked at him. "I can't do that!"
"Why not? You've been here longer than I have," he responded with a shrug. "I don't know where everything goes."
"But there's so much!"
"You were late to class."
"I'd rather have a detention," she told him.
"Okay, you have a detention with me today. This is what you'll be doing," Mr. Firay responded with a smirk.
"I refuse." It wasn't like he had some blackmail over me.
"Oh? Okay, then I'll tell the principle that you had a romantic dinner with your teacher," he said, shrugging. Here comes the blackmail.
"It wasn't romantic," Daphne stated, trying to hide her fear. "And you'd get in trouble, too!"
He smirked. "Yeah, but I'd take you down with me." Daphne could imagine Ariana making a comment at this point: Ai, ai, ai! He said take you down with me! That screams sexy! Ai!
The two had a scowling contest for a few minutes. Daphne sighed. This was so unfair. Why did I have to do all this work, just because I was late? Had I done something wrong? What was this devil-of-a-teacher's problem? She moved towards the first box and began trying to open it with her hands. She frowned when she couldn't manage.
"Here."
Daphne turned just in time to see Mr. Firay throw a knife at her. Her karate senses kicked in, and she jumped back, trying to get out of the way. Unfortunately, she tripped over a box, landing flat on her back. Mr. Firay chuckled and shook his head.
Daphne scowled profusely at him.
"Don't throw knives!"
"Pay more attention."
"You could've stabbed me!"
"But I didn't."
Daphne was getting tired of his calm expressions. She was about to retort, but she saved it. There was no way to win with him. Daphne pushed herself off the ground and grabbed the knife off the floor, and began cutting the duck tape with it. When it was open, she began taking the items out and putting them away in their correct places. Somehow, Daphne ended up telling Mr. Firay where everything went. The fourth box was full of test tubes.
"These go in the cabinets of the classroom because students use them," she told Mr. Firay, heading towards the door that led to the main classroom. Before she made it out the door, Mr. Firay seized her wrist, stopping Daphne. She nearly dropped the test tubes.
"What?"
"Don't go out there," he ordered, pushing her back towards the boxes. "Just set those test tubes on the counter. You can do the stuff in the classroom later."
"Why not now?"
"The girls here stick around for quite awhile."
"It's been an hour!" she stated, looking surprised. "There aren't any more students in school. Clubs haven't started."
"There are girls alright," he said with a solemn look.
"It's only your second day, how could you know that?"
"They were here until six yesterday," Mr. Firay told Daphne seriously. "They wouldn't stop talking and asking me personal questions. I swear, if I hear, 'Do you have a girlfriend?' one more time..."
"You don't have a girlfriend," Daphne confirmed, placing the test tubes on the counter, and going back to a new box.
"How do you know?"
"You said so in class yesterday," she responded, cutting the tape with the knife. "Someone asked you."
"Oh yeah," he responded, leaning against the counter, where he had been for the past hour, watching Daphne. "I thought you weren't listening."
She shrugged. "I listened."
Suddenly, a shrill ringing filled the room. Daphne's hand automatically went to her cell phone, but she was confused when it showed up as the regular screen. Who's phone was it? She turned to see Mr. Firay pulling out his phone. Ah.
"What?" he asked in an irritated tone to whoever the caller was. "No. I don't care. I'm busy...No. Do it yourself. I told you no. You can't always count on me; I'm a teacher now. No! I'm hanging up, goodbye." He snapped his phone shut, and shoved it back into his pocket, an irritated expression on his face. He noticed Daphne staring at him and narrowed his eyes. "What? Get back to work."
"Y-yes, sir!" she responded quickly, turning around and sawing through the next box. In her rush, Daphne accidentally missed the tape, and ended up slicing herself. She hissed in pain and shook her hand.
"What?"
"Nothing," she responded, smiling at him, holding her hand behind her back. She started to saw the box open with one hand.
Mr. Firay returned to the magazine he was reading, and she continued with the box. With one hand, opening the box was difficult, but eventually, it opened. Daphne looked at her other hand for the first time after slicing it. Her jaw dropped and she slightly began to panic. Would I need stiches? The first thing she needed was a bandage or something to stop the bleeding, otherwise she would get blood everywhere.
Suddenly, a hand captured Daphne's wrist, and held it still. She looked up to see Mr. Heywood tearing off a piece of bandage with his teeth. Daphne stayed silent as he wrapped the bandage around her hand, sealing off the cut. He wrapped it with a medical tape and let go of her hand.
"Er, thanks," she said to him as he put the bandage back into what looked like a first-aid kit.
"Be more careful," he warned, stuffing the box back into a cabinet. "You can stop with the boxes for today. Show me where the stuff in the classroom goes."
She nodded, setting down the knife and grabbing some of the stuff that belonged in the classroom. Surprisingly, Mr. Firay grabbed the rest of the stuff for Daphne, and helped her carry it. She told him where everything was, and he actually helped her put it away. Daphne was slightly impressed. After all, he had been slacking for the first hour.
"Well, that's everything," Daphne said when she put the last beakers away. "Is that all?"
Mr. Firay nodded. "For now."
"What do you mean, for now?"
"I'm going to make you a deal," he started, smirking at her. "I'm going to let you keep your stuff in my room before you go to lunch. That way, you won't ever be late, but you have to help me after school when I need it."
"No way," Daphne responded without hesitation. I could make it fine as long as I put my tray away in time.
He rose an eyebrow. "I should've rephrased that. It's not a deal. You have to do it. Otherwise..."
Daphne scowled at him. "I don't care if you tell the teachers I had you over to dinner. You practically forced me too! And I can just deny it."
"In that case..."
Mr. Firay pulled out his cell phone and came towards Daphne. She backed up until she was against the white board. He smirked and held up his cell phone.
"What's that for?" Daphne asked nervously, her heart going over the speed limit again.
"This."
Before Daphne realized what was happening, his face was only inches away from hers. She could feel his breath on her lips. She didn't have time to react before she felt his lips pressing gently against hers. She froze, staring in surprise at Mr. Firay, his icy blue eyes piercing her own. Instead of the teasing look in his eyes like Daphne had expected, there was a nostalgic one. Something that made her think this wasn't the first time they kissed, even though she knew it was. Suddenly, she Daphne felt him nip at her lip. She shoved his shoulders, and he pulled away, snickering.
"W-what the heck?" she cried, covering her mouth with her hand. "P-pervert!"
Mr. Firay held up his phone. On the screen was a picture of him and Daphne kissing. She stared at it with her mouth open. Holy lord...
"Blackmail," Mr. Firay stated. "Now if you don't help me, I can spread this picture around."
This guy was really unbelievable. But Daphne couldn't let that photo get out! She knew he would get fired, and she in trouble. And earlier, he had a solemn expression when he had said he needed the money right now. Daphne cursed her personality. Why had I been born so kind? Why couldn't I have used the fury I had on Mirror on this evil, blacking demon!
"You can go home now," he said with a smirk still on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Yes," Daphne responded through gritted teeth.
"You want a ride home?"
"No thank you."
Daphne grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, scurrying out of the room. Once she was out, she stopped in the hall, making sure no one was around before touching her lips again. Daphne's face began to heat up.
That had just been my first kiss.
A/N. :O I absolutely love my ending to this chapter. It makes me so giddy! Ha ha ha! So, did I satisfy you? I'm in such a good mood, that I might actually update again today! That's going to be an accomplishment, considering I started writing this chapter today! Let's see if I can get two chapters today. If not, probably tomorrow, if I'm still really happy!
Thank you for your reviews! You always get me going! Special thanks to 'sophie' who gave me a lovely review, but in reality, all if them are lovely, even 'Jandra' (You gave me such a hard time reading your review, Alejandra -.-')!
Next chapter: THIS WEEK!
~Lara
Okay, well none of you have to actually read this, but this is the first chapter of my PJO/SG crossover. IBy the by, the prologue's the only thing that includes Daphne, Sabrina, and Veronica, and the rest is the PJO people. t's not edited, nor finished exactly, but I thought I should post because I was gone so long:
*Prologue.*
The three women ran faster. They could hear the screams and clashes of war behind them. The little girl was in tears. She had dealt with weird creatures before, but she was shaken up to this point.
Her sister tried to assure her. "It'll be okay. This is the last and final war. It'll be okay." The little girl just cried harder.
The mother of the two daughters looked as if she were about to break down also. She sighed in relief when she saw the Grand Central Station. There was a train open, and just about to leave. The mother waved her hands around and muttered a few incoherent words, and suddenly, they were invisible to the human eye.
"Two minutes to Poekeepsie!" the man shouted at no one in particular.
The girl's sister sobbed deeply. "Oh, so little time..."
The small girl looked at her family in panic. "Mom, are you sure this is the way to do it?"
The mother bowed her head. "I can't assure you that we'll win. Or that you'll see us again."
"We will, I will!" she cried out, tears falling on her cheeks.
Her sister shook her head. "You could see us, but not remember us."
"Why does my memory have to be taken away?" she whispered.
"It'll take away the pain, love. Would you rather suffer with all these grim memories," the mother let out a dry chuckle at her small pun."Or would you like to have a second chance at life. A better one with no pain. You may have no family, you may not remember us, but you will live much more happily." The two women waited for the verdict.
"If there's one thing I've learned from being in this family, it's that everyone deserves happiness." Her mother smiled with relief until the girl continued. "But even after all those bad things that have happened to us, those people who inflicted pain on us...for so many years...they deserve happiness." She stared at them straight in the eyes. "I'd rather have pain than lose my family, mom. I love you guys."
The three women hugged and cried, but the conductor of the train was all the way in the front, and the passengers were too so they couldn't be heard.
Her sister sniffled, and handed her a wooden stick. "Dad probably wouldn't let me ever give this to you, but I want you to keep this forever, even if you don't remember anything." The little girl gripped the wand tightly and nodded.
Her mother wiped her face with her sleeve, then took out a pink pouch. "I understand you'd rather have pain, love, but we have no choice. If all of our family dies out, the world will be gone. The Hand will take over and use us humans as slaves, but if there's still one of us alive, nothing can stop you. And it would be better for you not to remember; you wouldn't be in contact with any of people of your past, and that's much more safe."
She gave her daughter a last kiss on the cheek. The little girl's sister hugged her tightly. "This is what we do," she mumbled. "We save the world by sacrificing."
The mother put her hand inside the pouch, and came out with pink dust. Before she sprinkled it over her daughter, she said quietly. "We are fairy-tale detectives. This is what we do."
Her daughter closed her eyes, and her heart pumped in fear. She wanted to keep her memories. Wanted them forever. Even the bad ones. Every single happy, sad, heartbreaking, joyful, humorous, romantic, angsty, grim moment...
"Doors are closing, folks! Here we come, Poekeepsie!" the conductor bellowed.
...and all of the memories vanished. The girl looked at herself in confusion. She glanced up at the window of the train and saw a young blonde girl standing with her brunette mother. The little girl noticed she looked just like them...were they her family?
She pounded on the glass. "Hey! Who are you?" The figures just looked regretful. Just before the train pulled out of Grand Central Station, she saw the words the brunette mouthed.
You are Daphne.
The train then left. And that's when the army came. The two women could see the enemy. It was hard not to miss the bright sinister looking red handprints on their chests. The Master was sitting on a throne, in a body he absolutely detested. He saw the train leave and screamed in frustration. "You and your dreadful family!"
"You just missed it!" the blonde yelled, waving her fists. "You lose, traitor!"
The man glared at her. "We'll see." He pointed at the train. "Giants! Stop the moving train!"
These were small giants, and the only things they had were rocks. Fairly big rocks. One threw a distance and it hit the side of the last attached car. The blonde sister screamed. "DAPHNE!"
The Master let out a triumphant smile. "Now, for you two. I'm sorry it had to end this way, Starfish."
The girl glowered at the traitor. "Don't call me that!"
The giant hauled a big rock, and hurled it towards them. In a second, all that could be seen was dust flying everywhere. The Central Station caught on fire from its wiring, and it was chaos.
The Master smiled. "I win."
*End*
Chapter 1:
As the plank was lowered, all the Romans, and Percy looked in anticipation. Everyone had fallen quiet, even the pompous Octavian who everyone could tell was peeved that no one had listened to him at the senate conference.
A boy appeared from the ship, his blonde hair swaying in the cool breeze. The first person to step off the Argo II was Jason himself glancing at the camp in reminiscence. Reyna looked away. He had still looked the same, yet, he was different. Jason had the same spiky blonde hair, the scar on his lip, and his smile was even the same. But Reyna knew different. He looked much more carefree, and seemed softer. His eyes didn't have the same hard tone he used to have as a praetor. Jason was now a Roman-Greek. Or was it a Greek-Roman? Reyna bowed her head in silence. Oh gods, why did you have to have Jason disappear?
Following him was Piper and Leo. Hazel's breath hitched as she laid eyes on Leo. His curly hair waved around wildly in the wind. Leo's eyes sparkled with mischief and his grin told everyone that he was a jokester. His hands were fumbling with something, and were moving at an amazing speed. As soon as he finished building whatever he did, he took it apart and did it again. Hazel didn't remember that before. But Hazel bit her lip. 'They looked exactly the same...' She was afraid that he would suddenly recognize her and say, "Hey, Hazel! It's Sammy Valdez!"
Frank squeezed her hand encouragingly, but looked at Leo in nervousness. If Hazel had fallen for him before, it might happen again. He could only pray to the gods that that wouldn't happen. He had already lost his grandmother and his mother; he couldn't bare to lose Hazel.
And then, stepping down from the plank, was a curly, blonde haired Athena girl. Her eyes scanned the crowd until they laid on Percy. A great grin broke out on Percy's face, but no words were spoken. They both knew. Percy remembers Annabeth. She would've broken down right there out of relief, but Annabeth knew not to show weakness in public, especially in the presence of Romans. Jason's earlier words echoed in her mind. If you show fear or weakness, the Romans will kill you on the spot.
"Welcome, Greeks," Octavian said formally, struggling not to show malice. "It's a...pleasure to see you all."
Jason forced out a smile to him. "Nice to see you again too, Octavian."
Reyna stepped forward to greet Jason. "Praetor, we're glad you're back."
Jason grinned. "Enough formal talk, Reyna. We're all friends here." He embraced her in a friendly hug while Piper watched warily. She had a feeling Reyna was thinking of a different kind of hug...They finally pulled back after a few seconds, smiling.
Dakota blinked from the sidelines, as did the other Romans, besides Percy, Frank, and Hazel, of course. The Kool-Aid addict wiped his mouth in a fruitless attempt to cleanse his red lips. "Huh, you Greeks sure are affectionate."
Leo piped up. "You kidding me? We're all BFFs here!" He slung his arms around Piper and Jason, grinning at the Romans.
Reyna took a glance at Piper, then looked right at Leo. "Who are you?"
Leo struck a pose. "I am the awesomest-"
Annabeth interuppted. "Why don't we have introductions in your Senate House? I'm actually quite intruiged to see your architecture." Leo's shoulders sagged as Reyna agreed, and the two camps headed to the Senate House.
As they walked, Percy slyly moved towards the right, and suddenly found Annabeth and himself shoulder to shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled at her. "Do I know you?" he asked in a teasing voice.
Annabeth tapped a finger to her chin. "Hmm, I've never seen you before, but have you seen my boyfriend, Percy Jackson?"
Percy shook his head. "Nope. But is he the son of a Sea god?"
"Why yes. He also has a head full of seaweed. You look awfully like him."
Percy faked hurt. "That's so mean, Wise Girl. I expected a nice reunion with you wrapping your arms around me and sharing a kiss!"
The blonde laughed, and hugged Percy. "Have you been reading romance novels again? You're turning into a priss."
Percy made a face. "No! And I really hate the word 'Priss'. It reminds me of the time Clarisse used to call me 'Prissy'."
Annabeth chuckled. "Oh yeah. I think she still calls you that." Percy grumbled. She touched his cheek affectionally.
"I missed you," he said softly, grabbing her hand. Annabeth hugged his waist tightly.
"Would I be cruel if I said I didn't?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation. Annabeth laughed.
"Then, I missed you too, Seaweed Brain."
"That's what I like to hear, Wise Girl."
As they walked into the Senate House, Percy explained to the Greeks that they would have to leave their weapons outside because of Caesar's dea...
Little incident. Piper reluctantly put her dagger into the tray the little girl, Julia, was holding, and Leo tried to persuade the statue into letting him bring his tool belt into the House. Jason had no problem letting go of his golden coin, nor did Terminus. Annabeth didn't like the idea of parting with her Yankees cap and dagger, but did as the statue asked.
Everyone took a seat at the long, ovalish table with Jason and Reyna at the heads. The long returning Praetor glanced at everyone. "Now, to get to business. As you probably all know, Mother Earth is rising with her sons, the Giants. We came here because we had a feeling that Percy Jackson would be in Camp Jupiter."
"How would you know that?" Reyna asked in full-serious-mode.
"Because I was at the other camp," Jason replied. "Camp Half-Blood."
The Romans muttered amongst themselves. "So there was a Greek camp!"
"I wonder what they do there."
"Probably be lazy the whole day."
"Na, man! Remember Percy Jackson and the Fifth Cohorts? He led them to victory at Capture the Flag! Some skills he has!" Dakota butted in to their conversation, taking another swing of his Kool-Aid.
Piper blinked at him. Then she leaned close to Jason. "Is he allowed to drink wine?"
Jason looked to Dakota. "Oh, him? No, that's Kool-Aid."
"Oh."
Reyna called for attention. "Silence, everyone!" she then turned back to Jason. "Continue, Praetor."
He cleared his throat. "Her-Juno has told me that we are to sail to Greece for the final battle-"
"What?" Reyna said. "Juno told us that we are to sail to Rome!"
"We can go to both, can't we?" Leo butted in. "We can separate the Greeks and Romans. Romans go to Rome, Greeks go to Greece, right?"
"But the prophecy and Hera said that both Roman and Greek demigods, and gods would unite. We can't unite if we are in two different places," Hazel said. Frank nodded next to her.
"Somehow, we're going to have to go to both at the same time."
Annabeth shook her head. "Not possible. Only the gods are able to do that."
Percy leaned back in his seat and thought about it. "Well, Rome took over Greece, right? So maybe if we go to Greece, that's also going to be the place where Rome rose and fell?"
The people of the table rose their eyebrows at him. "Just thinking it up, you guys. I'm not actually saying that we're going to go," he added after he saw their expressions.
Reyna sighed. "It seems this meeting was a waste. We will finish this matter later today. I'm believing that you Greeks are tired from your long journey, so -Percy, lead them to their quarters- follow him to your rooms for a small nap, then we'll meet up here later on." With that, the meeting was over.