Here is the last one I shall put on before I stop for some time. Please review and enjoy!

His hair was matted red, the silver in his eyes less noticable. He wore torn straps with no swords, only the scabbards against his scarred back. His jeans were soaked in sweat and blood, his hands deeply gashed. He wore no shoes, making him barefoot. He lay next to the couch in the corner, his back against the wall. "Astraeus." I whispered, and his eyes found mine. I ran to him, but he held his arm out, as if to fend me off.

"Blossom, why did you agree?" His voice was strained, pain in his face and his rigid body. I shook my head and cupped his left cheek in my right palm.

His fingers interlaced with mine, his long and nimble fingers on my small ones. "I had to see you again. What has he done to you? Let me help you." He relaxed against the wall as I looked around. There was a door that led to a bathroom, and another to a kitchen. I got up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing clean white towels and passing them under the water of the faucet. I came back to the bedroom and laid the towels on the side table. "Astraeus, you need to get up, so that I can help you. Please." He nodded slowly as he wrapped his left arm around my shoulders and, wincing, got up to his feet. I walked him slowly to the bed and made him sit up.

I gently wrapped my fingers around the scabbards and lifted them, my fingers lightly rubbing against his skin. I took them off and grabbed a towel, gently and carefully, pressing it against his wounds and skin. I slowly made my way across his chest, and found out that most of the blood was from his hands. I wiped his chest and back to clean off the blood as best I could, Astraeus watching me through wincing.

"You have to change your jeans." I pointed out to him and he laughed shakily, wincing again when he moved his hands.

"What, now you wish to undress me, my blossom?" I felt myself suck in a breath before I heard the sarcasm in his voice. I helped him to the bathroom and he leaned on the sink, before I left to the closet to find a pair of jeans for him. Once I found them, I came back in to see him in clean, black, boy boxers. I handed him the jeans as I looked away, my face burning. I waited outside the door just in case he needed help, and I helped him back to the bed, where he sat against the pillows. I looked at his clean black hair, since he must've rinsed it in the sink, and how he had more color in his eyes, skin, and face. He stared back at me for a while before he spoke. "Why did you help me?"

I know it was short, but there must be a cliffhanger to keep you entertained.

Thalia: So what happens next.

Selene:...*looks away*

Annabeth:*flushes red*

Jasmin: *rubs back of neck and looks down* Um...

Thalia:*looks around* what's wrong with all of you?

me: *sighs* Don't ask