Before one would think a fight would ensue, Percy stood two feet away from where the lightning bolt had struck the ground, smoke billowing from the small crater it had made.
He dashed forward, disarming the Huntress' bow, flinging it to his brother Emmett. He grabbed the instrument and flitted away.
Thalia drew her charging knife and stabbed. Snap The blade shattered as it made contact with his heart. Two seconds later Percy was lunging at his cousin's neck.
"No!" Carlisle exclaimed, and crashed into his son. They flew into the trees and began wrestling. Percy's brothers soon joined the struggle, while Thalia slowly backed away, aware of the fact that she had been inches away from becoming a vampire. Her once tan face was now pale with shock.
A few moments later, Percy was grabbed by the arms, which were pulled behind his back, and dragged to the Cullen residence. Annabeth stood there, speechless at her now-not-ex-boyfriend's ferocity. She rushed up to her best friend.
"Are you okay?" She asked ferverently. Thalia simply nodded. They were then escorted home by Alice, Esme, and Rosalie, who decided to watch the house for the night incase Percy still had bloodlust.
The two girls sat around the blazing fireplace.
"What happened?" Annabeth asked, unsure of what the details of the fight were; Both opponents were moving too fast for her to see what really had ensued.
"I decided to pick a fight with a bloodsucker-"
"Not-evil Vampire!" Annabeth snapped, annoyed at her boyfriend's nickname.
"Not-evil vampire, and he was too fast. He stole my bow, which I now have back, and almost sucked me dry." She said bitterly.
Annabeth was worried; Would Percy do that to her, too? Would even a small papercut trigger an attack?
She didn't comment. She went straight to bed, and had another nightmare.
She was standing in what seemed like a judges panel. Two people, one, a dark haired, olive skinned boy with bright blue eyes. She wore laurels on her head, and was draped in an empress' robe. Both males looked to her. Without any ability to stop herself, she gave a thumbs up to the dust arena. One drew a sword, the other got into a crouch.
"No!" She exclaimed, and they both charged at each other, screaming battle cries.
I need ideas... sorry. And this is a filler chapter. I've got a serious case of WB now, and because I get an average of 6 story-alerts a day, I felt compelled to give you some more words. And pleaseeee review. It makes me cry when you don't. No not really. But it does make me sad and not want to write when you don't. Review!
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