In the morning, I don't know how, but I wake up, refreshed. Remembering last night, my cheeks go red as I snuggle under the warm blanket. The sun wasn't even up yet. Stupid Apollo, he was always off-task.

I stared at myself in the mirror, wearing ( .com/cgi/set?id=43308457).

As I tried to go back to sleep, I realized why I couldn't-I didn't have a dream last night.

Oh, no. No dreams. Can little Alison survive without being entertained in her sleep?

Well, as a demigod, this is dream heaven. No dreams at all. But since demigods usually have the most disturbing, jarring, premonition-like dreams that usually leave us gasping and curling into a ball under the blankets, a peaceful slumber is actually scary. Almost as scary as the dreams itself.

I pull on my slippers and stumble downstairs. The faint moonlight trickled through the treetops outside the window, even though the moon was about to set, soon enough. I suddenly wondered that if Apollo drove the sun around, who took the moon-or was it just a moon floating in space, despite Greek mythology? Or Greek facts?

I shuffle to the TV, and I turned the volume pretty low and turned on captions. After a moment's hesitation, I went back to get my blanket, went back with my comfy panda Pillow Pet (as shown on TV-Son of Neptune-ness, I know) and peeled the Velcro apart on it.

Forming a make-shift bed, I curled up on my side and watched the TV. I quickly flipped past SpongeBob and his annoying voice (I just realized... it's similar to Fred Figglehorn's) and smiled as I landed on a Harry Potter movie. Prisoner of Azkaban. One of my favorite's.

I watched carefully as Harry, Ron and Hermione descended the stairs to commiserate Hagrid during Buckbeak's death. I smiled at Draco's terrified expression as Hermione held her wand to his neck, his satisfied smirk as she lowered it, and his groan at Emma Watson's so-fake punch, nearly laughing as I heard Draco Malfoy's head make contact with the stone behind it.

After the movie is over and the Goblet of Fire has started, probably a marathon going on, my eyes finally start to feel heavy. Right before Cedric, who shares a heavy resemblance to what I've seen of Edward, is killed by Wormtail, I fall asleep.

***Seth's POV***

I knocked on the door of Jake's house, then just burst through the doorway. I shut the door behind me, wondering why the hell I'd gone here before the sun even came up.

I start for Alison's room, but I see her curled up on the couch, the TV flickering in the dark room. Her blanket was draped over her, and her head was resting on top of a Pillow Pet. She looked so peaceful there.

Striding over, I sat on the floor, legs crossed, head on the armrest where her pillow was propped up against. Her sweet breath made me sigh as her eyelashes fluttered, her full lips were just begging for me to kiss her. Suddenly, her breathing grew faster and her fist tightened around the blanket. She sat up with a, "Percy!" then her eyes widened at the sight of me.

"W-who's Percy?" I asked.

"Percy is..." she bit her lip. "Percy's my half-brother."

My eyebrows went up. "You have a half-brother?"

"I could have sworn I said something about that."

She started making her bed.

True, I did know, but only because I heard her say it at the party the day she came. When she finished fixing the little bed she had set up, she sat fidgeting on the couch, feet tucked underneath her as her eyes averted me, watching the TV. "Listen, Alison, about yesterday-" I started, but stopped. What else would I say? I didn't know, I just wanted to get it out. I hoisted myself up and sat next to her. "About yesterday."

She still didn't look at me. "Yeah?"

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She finally turned and looked at me, but I couldn't see her expression before I cupped her face in one hand, wrapped my other around her neck and brought her in.

Stupid imprint instincts. Just make me kiss her at the break of dawn in Jake's living room while Wizards of Waverly Place was on TV. But I loved them. Her soft lips pressed against mine as she relaxed in my grip. Her hands wound themselves around my neck and we were just getting into the kiss before I hear somebody's throat clearing.

"Jacob!" exclaimed Alison, her face a brilliant pink.

"Mornin', Alison. Seth." He narrows his eyes at me with a look that said, Out here. Now.I gulped and followed him outside.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, arms crossed, back to me.

"Was what?" I asked innocently.

"I think you know what I mean," he turns, "Why were you kissing my cousin?"

"Jake, I just-"

"Just what?" He was starting to shake. I started to back off. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Alison rising from her seat on the couch and proceeding to the kitchen, peering out the window. "Jake, d-don't. Alison." I pointed.

"I don't frickin' care! Why in the world were you kissing her?"

"You know I imprinted!" We were both shouting, and the water practically reached us, even though we were at least 5 yards from shore. "You know I imprinted on. Your. Cousin." That set Jake off. Simultaneously we phased and he jumped on me. I slipped from under his grasp, but not before he managed a slash at my shoulder, which sent a shock of pain every time I stepped on that paw. I narrowed my eyes and kept my thoughts away from this fight and Alison as he ran towards me, and swiped my paw at him at the last second and leapt out of the way. The fight goes on for a second before a silver arrow lands next to our heads, firmly rooted in a tree trunk.

"Stop!" a familiar voice calls. I turn. Alison, wearing ( .com/cgi/set?id=42567354), appears, hand clamped around a black bow, another silver arrow loaded, with a quiver full of silver, black, gold and bronze arrows strung around her back, her jacket slipping off her shoulder. She wore a scarily calm expression. "I did that on purpose. I could have easily shot both of you. Now, turn back."

Jacob and I each run to the house, phase back, change and walk out. Alison sits on a rock, talking to.. herself? But she was getting replies... A stream of water appears in front of her, a shimmery image on it. I heard somebody's voice, a girl's. Jacob takes a step behind me, and a twig snaps loudly, causing me to flinch. Alison turns, gasps, and slashes her hand through the water. "Sorry, Annabeth! So, you're werewolves?" Her still-calm expression is even more frightening.

Jake and I share a look. "Yes." I say. Jacob slaps my arm. I roll my eyes. "We're werewolves. Now what was that?" I point to where the water once was.

"Ah... nothing. But how... how is... how are...?" She waves her arms in the air towards us, not finding a word to describe it. "When did this happen?"

"We were always werewolves but the Cullens being here-" Oh crap. She didn't know the truth about the Cullens.

"What about the Cullens?" she asks.

"The Cullens are vampires," Jake explains. "The nearness of vampires usually triggers the first phasing of a werewolf."

She shuts her eyes. "Is this a lot to take in...?" I start.

"No, no, not at all. I just... I've never encountered a werewolf before, but the vampires I've seen... not pretty. Literally."

I gasp as Jacob asks, "You-you've seen vampires before?"

She mutters something I don't understand, maybe in a different language. "I, uh... okay, fine!" She threw up her hands as if to stop us, though all we were doing were staring at her intensely. "I am not a complete human."

"I knew it!" exclaims Jake. "Just kidding. Wait, what?"

"I'm a demigod, Jacob," she says quietly.

"A what-god?" I ask.

She looks at me with solemn sea-green eyes. "A demigod. A half-god, half-human. My father is Poseidon. My mother is mortal. My half-brother saved the world within a week with about 40 other demigods, Artemis's Hunters, while the gods were stuck fighting Typhon. He defeated Titans and monsters. He was barely 16, he finished off the leader on his birthday. As a daughter of Poseidon, I have water powers, and... and I'm practically constantly in grave danger, since I'm a daughter of the Big Three-the three brothers, Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. I don't even know why I moved here, it being so close to New York." She buried her face in her hands, and suddenly Paul, Quil and Embry were jogging up the beach. They must've heard my thoughts when I was a wolf. Alison had removed her hands, but her eyes were still clamped closed.

"We heard her confessions." He smacks the back of my head. "And yours."

As I rubbed the back of my head, I sat next to Alison. Hesitantly, I wrapped my arm around her. Her eyelashes fluttered for a brief second, then I turned her head towards me for our third kiss.

Who cared that we weren't dating, or about Paul's wolf whistles in the background. The fireworks flew, just like the first and second time. I stroked her hair lightly as she stiffened at the first beam of sunlight. Pulling away, she mutters, "Nowyou come up."

"Who are you talking to?" I asked, wrapping my arm around her shoulders now.

"Apollo." When we all stared blankly at her, she continued. "The sun god. Annoying as hell. Spouts random haikus that don't deserve to be called haikus." She points to a yellow blinding orb in the sky. "Also known as him."

"The sun?" asks Quil.

"He drives a car-I forgot the name, it was a while ago since I've seen him in it-that is the sun. He looks like some Abercrombie model, and acts like a princess. I mean, he's funny, sometimes, but obnoxious. Like you, Paul!" He growls.

We sit there laughing and chatting a bit, joined by Leah, and at 7:30, we went inside for breakfast.