Nico's P.O.V
Nico had expected nightmares and the burning pits of hell when he dreamed; not to be standing in a room facing a shadow snake man and a girl he definitely knew should be dead.
But what could he say? He was a demigod; stranger things had happened. Nico felt like a third wheel as the snake man and Eva clearly knew each other. His eyebrows almost shot through the roof as Eva addressed the man as Jacques.
He was sure he'd heard that name before. But where?
Was it one of his Father's meeting's? Of course it was one of his father's meetings. Jacques was a slimy little parasite. Jacques had made his dramatic exit of the underworld when Thanatos had been captured and to add flare he had obviously decided to move to 1956.
"Seriously?" Nico spat, ignoring Eva's affronted look "you're the being Hades was so worked up about?"
"Is that an insult Ghost king?" Jacques spat, "I'll have you know, i'm in control here, not you."
"Ha! You in control? That's rich!" Eva snarled, her gaze narrowing towards the shadows.
Jacques cackled evilly and Nico's eyes widened as Eva's throat was constricted by a seemingly invisible force.
"Does this bring back memories fille?" Jacques chuckled darkly.
The shadows in the room shifted slightly and Eva dropped to her knees beside Nico, her hands holding her throat.
"Are you going to be so ready to cross me now enfant?" Jacques asked.
Nico snarled, as Eva nodded her head weakly; the fight had left her body leaving her meek and timid. Nico watched as the shadows in the room grew darker and Jacques vanished from sight; having left his cryptic message. Nico watched in horror as Eva's shivering body was swallowed by the shadows. He spun around wide eyed as the shadows moved towards him. Instead of them consuming him they sunk into his skin. Shivers racked his body as he felt pure evil sinking through his veins.
I await you in downtown Manhattan garçon, don't disappoint me.
Nico woke up gasping for air, his eyes surveyed the room panicked. He stared at the wall blankly, before finally recalling where he was. Nico leaned his head against the wall, tiredly. He heaved a heavy sigh.
When had life grown so complicated? The fact that he was a demigod was alright, but now he was in another century; stuck with no reason as to why.
Nico grumbled as he got out of bed, refusing to feel sorry for himself. He grabbed the duvet from the bed and promptly wrapped himself in it. He trudged down the hallway, shivering as the cold air hit him underneath the duvet. Nico looked around concerned at the suddenly empty house. Where was Kian? Nico yawned as he made his way to kitchen, spotting a flawlessly folded not on the bench.
Nico,
I didn't have the heart to wake you, so sorry.
Don't worry, I haven't abandoned you, I am merely at work.
Don't wait up for me, there's food in the fridge (The creepy looking thing)
Kian.
P.S Don't go outside...Well not until I get back.
Nico placed the note back on the bench and shuffled over to the ever looming fridge in the corner. He opened it with a grunt and eyed the contents suspiciously. He ignored the food Kian had left and grabbed the carton of juice, adamant that he was not hungry. Nico quickly poured himself a glass and downed it just as fast. He placed the cup in the sink and returned the juice to the fridge. Nico burrowed further into the duvet as he moved to sit on the small couch, facing an empty wall. He sighed grumpily at the empty room, sure there were books in the corner and a guitar, but both activities bored him easily.
He was stuck in 1956, surely there had to be something to do?
Kian's P.O.V
Kian quickly scribbled down a note and rushed out of the apartment, into the cold afternoon air. Jacques sure knew how to make an entrance, even through an Iris message.
"Bloody french geezer," Kian snarled ignoring the offended look some old women gave him.
He rushed past the many shopkeepers along the street, shrugging his shoulder into his coat.
He ran across the street and sprinted down towards the small law firm standing at the end of the street. Ironic cover story.
Kian walked through the door and straight past the receptionist, there was no point trying chat with an oblivious mortal.
He knocked on the Jacques' door, scuffing his feet against the carpet impatiently.
He burst through the door, as soon as he heard Jacques' nasally sigh.
"It's done," Kian snarled.
"Hello to you too," Jacques chuckled, smoothing a hand over his already greased back hair.
"I'm finished now, I did what I promised. Now it's time for you to fulfill your side of the bargain." Kian said crossing his hands over his chest.
"Well you see Master has another ta-"
"Jacques for once in your life be silencieux." Another voice snarled from behind Kian.
Jacques promptly shut his mouth and Kian turned around to face the man behind him.
"Monsieur Villier," Kian greeted, nodding his head politely.
Monsieur Villier stepped out of the shadows smiling tightly at the boy in front of him.
Villier was a tall man, scarred by the War that continued to haunt him to this day. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, black pants and well polished leather shoes.
"It appears we have business to complete," Monsieur Villier stated.
"Oui, nous faisions."
Wyatt's P.O.V (WHAT?! XD)
Wyatt had finally done it, he'd turned into the creepiest person at camp. Watching people sleep had to be one of his lowest forms of entertainment. He groaned loudly and shifted in his chair for the fifth time in a row.
Sterling had stuck him with 'Leprechaun watching duty' as his twit of a brother had named it.
Eva was asleep, surely it wasn't necessary for him to watch her. But no! As soon as he had pointed that out, Sterling had all but turned red and listed 101 things that definitely wouldn't happen.
Wyatt was practically falling asleep himself as he watched Eva creepily. Three hours of sleep did nothing to help a person. His eyes were drifting shut when intense muttering broke his stupor. He snapped his eyes open, spinning around to look for the culprit; he groaned when he realised it was Eva. Demigod nightmares...the bane of everyone's existence.
He moved to wake her up when the incoherent mumbling she made, grew louder and swapped into a different language.
"What the Hades?" Wyatt mumbled trying to grasp what she was saying, he growled when he realised she was speaking in French.
It was always French wasn't it? Never Spanish! A language he actually understood. He tried to shake her shoulders, his eyes widening when his hands sunk straight through her.
"Oh god's!" Wyatt cursed, futilely trying to grasp onto her human form; his hands sinking through her vanishing form every time. Someone was cursing her, he knew for a fact children of Apollo didn't just disappear.
"Will!, Austin, somebody we have a problem!"
A/N:
French words meanings-
- Oui, nous faisions- Yes, we do
-Silencieux- Quiet.
-garçon- Boy
-enfant-Child
-Fille-Girl.
(This is google translate...I took Spanish not French)
IT LIVES!
'Ello guys, my school year has finally finished thank god!
So now i'm on holiday (YAY)
It's short I know, but this is the best my brain has decided to do.
I have fallen so far into the Les Miserables fandom, I swear there is no hope for me. (Thats probably why my brain refuses to write solangelo my OTP!)
Don't be surprised if random Les Mis stories pop up on my profile.
Anyway have a good night, afternoon, day, morning (Whatever time it is their, Its afternoon here 2:52 to be exact.)
Update: Thanks to the person who helped me change my terrible French skills it should probably be illegal for me to learn French, that children is why I took Spanish.