A/G: Angel here. thank you to son of Ophion for reviewing. I find the story amusing, personally, but everyone takes there own views. Anyways, enjoy and review.

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"Dammit they attacked the humans!" One of the wolves howls the warning and the leader shifts her run, the demigod appearing and disappearing in shadows. Annabeth snarls.

"Dead ahead!" Another wolf howls, and Annabeth charges, skeletal wolves and humane figures appearing from the ground as she leaps onto one of the rogue wolves.

A howl goes through the enemy's wolves, each howling in turn. The wolf she attacks is possibly the leader of the rogues, so she bites and snarls, trying to get a grip on his throat.

The demigod cuts through a vampire with his sword, the essence of the creature becoming trapped within the hell sword. The man sighs in pleasure, before cutting down a wolf, and then sheathes his sword.

Annabeth avoids the claws of the rogue wolf as she fights for dominance, snapping at the wolf's jaws and body to look for a clear shot to the throat.

Wolves go against wolves and vampires, teenage humans screaming when they see the creatures.

A scent fills Annabeth's nose as she slams her jaw around the wolf's throat, her ears lifting to search for a slight sound of human. She's here. Annabeth grabs the werewolf by his throat in her jaws and sends him flying, his body slamming into a tree as it crumples to the ground. Annabeth follows her nose, trying to follow the scent. There.

A girl in jeans and a T-shirt, compared to the dresses and football gear of the other party-goers, holds off a wolf that snarls and bites at her, its jaws trying to aim for her throat while she holds the creature above her. She growls before throwing it away, the creature slamming into the tables and chairs and knocking them down with it.

Annabeth's yellow eyes meet clouded green. She bows her head low in the direction of the girl for a few seconds before snapping up and charging, her legs propelling her into the air only to slam into a wolf's side, knocking it out of its leap towards the girl and causing the wolves to both go rolling.

The girl kicks a vampire in it's chest, leaving the imprint of her sneaker on its pale skin. A werewolf smiles at her, the wolfish grin causing rage to go through her. It walks towards her before running, its arms slamming the tables and chairs out of its way.

She hides behind the DJ speakers. As soon as the human figure of the werewolf gets close, the DJ booth flies into him, crushing him underneath the heavy electronics and materials. The girl's leg and arms are outstretched, as if she picked up the entire booth and speakers before throwing it onto the oncoming creature.

Annabeth morphs to her human form, her torn blue jeans and gray shirt appearing on her body, her feet bare. She slams the wolf into the ground until it stops moving. Annabeth then looks to where she last saw the girl, to find a surprise in the same spot the girl had been.

Wings. Why the hell does she have wings?! Black wings flicker behind her, her eyes glowing a blood red instead of reddish green. Dammit she's a demon! The thought feels wrong, even as she watches the girl send flames onto a small group of wolves that were going after the strange figure. Chairs go flying and the DJ booth rises again, stopping the fighting around her.

Everyone stares at her in shock and some in fear. Even the skeletal creatures have stopped, their summoner staring at the demonic figure. That's when a howl emanates from one of the rogues, and the vampires and wolves fall back, running into the forest for escape.

"Get the rogues!" Annabeth shouts, causing some wolves to chase after the other ones, and the demigod gives the orders to his army.

What the hell is she? Part demon, part human, and what else?

The objects start to waver, the fire vanishing from the trees and burning chairs and wood, chairs shaking in the air they are suspended in. The wings flicker out of existence and her eyes clear back to clouded green, everything that was suspended seconds before now falling to the ground. Annabeth rushes to the girl and catches her before she can fall to the floor. Black blood trails out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes flickering from a calm red green to a full green and back again. She stares up into nothing, as if it was the first time she had any of this happen. Her first time. She didn't know.

Annabeth realizes it just as the girl's eyes roll back and she goes limp, wavering and slow ragged breaths leaving her mouth.

The demigod appears out of shadow, and kneels beside her. "Some of the werewolves escaped, maybe one or two vampires with them. The others are caged and chained." He jabs his chin towards the unconscious girl. "Who's she?"

"She was the one they were tracking. I don't understand what she is..." Annabeth turns to the hooded figure. "Once we get to Havenall you can take your prize. For now we take her with us."

He tilts his head to the side but does not reply. Instead, he says. "A human boy was bitten. A rogue infected him before it ran off."

Annabeth's eyes widen, before she sighs. "We'll take him with us, light restraints. Once night nears farther, you will restrain him entirely. Tonight's full moon won't help him with his first transformation."

With that, they prepared to leave.

I wake up to a damn pounding in my skull. Dammit I didn't even drink two beers last night. What the hell?

Sitting up, I get lightheaded. A hand pushes me back down. My instincts kick in, and in seconds I have the intruder pinned, her arm twisted behind her as she faces the floor and her head in a lock of my other arm. "Damn, calm down, girl." I hear the person mutter.

"Where the hell am I? Who are you?"

She relaxes underneath me, even with her arm twisted. "Go ahead, twist my arm. It'll heal in a few hours anyways." I give her a confused look. "Look girl, you were ambushed by some rogues last night, and I was barely able to defend you. Then you go all fallen angel on me before fainting in front of me."

"Fallen angel?" Those aren't real. For some reason the words don't come out.

She laughs. "You keep surprising me. Can't lie? Must have Djinni blood."

I press her arm in, and she hisses in pain. "Who the hell are you and where did you bring me?"

"Fine fine lighten up, kid." I loosen my hold and she sighs. "Name's Annabeth, a werewolf scout of the Protection Sector. As for where you are, you're in Havenall, or as the locals call it, ShavenFall."

I hold her arm. Stop lying to me. I for some reason can't say the words.

"Dammit girl if you keep digging my arm into my back you're going to do worse then pull it out of its socket." She growls under her breath, deep in her throat. "I'm not lying to you, and you know that. Just because you don't believe something's real don't mean it isn't. Can you let go of me so we can talk more civilized than throwing questions at me while I'm pinned?"

You're lying. None of them are real. The words stay stuck in my throat. I curse under my breath before letting go of her, sitting back on the bed as I press my palm to my temple. She sighs as she bends her arm, seeing it didn't twist.

"Are you going to listen to me without doubting it and trying to say lies that get stuck in your throat?" I glare at her and she actually flinches, surprising me.

It surprises her as well, as she takes a step away from me and grabs a chair, staying at the foot of the bed, her fingers tapping her thighs as she sits silently. "What?" I finally ask, as she only looks at me.

"Answer my question and I'll answer all of yours."

I sigh. "Yes." The word flies out even as I try to say no. She only lifts an eyebrow but says nothing in response to that.

"I already told you my name, and where you are. Who are you?"

I try to say in a sarcastic tone, the girl who is a demon and will burn you all. Again the words get stuck in my throat. What the hell? I answer honestly. "Janus Term."

She again raises an eyebrow. "Term? As in Jennifer Olva Term?" I tilt my head to the side quizzically. "Nevermind, you wouldn't know her." I can somehow tell she's holding something back, and the feeling doesn't go missed.

"Who is she?"

She tenses a bit. "She was the only human here at Havenall. She died over a century ago, or so we think. She went missing a year after she came here. No one ever found her."

I blurt out. "She's not dead." I shake my head slowly trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me, but Annabeth's eyes widen.

"Oh gods. That would be impossible, but you can't lie." Yes I can. Again the words lodged in my throat, not even at the tip of my tongue. "Gods, I have to tell the Sheriff. She won't believe me." She turns to me. "But she'll believe you. You're coming with me."

She drags me out of the room and out into a cold night. I shiver rapidly, but she doesn't seem bothered by the wind. Is it nighttime? The clouds roll over the sky, dark that I can't tell what time it is.

She opens a door and pulls me in, closing and locking it behind me. She lets go of my arm to turn to the figure in the room. A tall figure stands from behind her desk, red hair and gray eyes, that wears a sheriff badge, her uniform of a cop. "Annabeth, why are you here? And at such a dark hour, even if it is midday. You should be making your rounds."

Annabeth jumps up and down. "Term is alive." At that the gray eyes snap up to Annabeth, shock and yet disbelief in the irises.

"That's impossible, she disappeared-"

Annabeth pulls me closer, causing me to stumble a few steps forward. "I don't know exactly what she is, but she can't lie. She said Olva is alive."

The gray eyes turn to me. "I didn't say she was alive, I said she's not dead."

She nods. "The wording is very critical. But, is she alive?"

I hesitate, wondering if it won't come out. "Yes."

Annabeth jumps in place, waving her arms wildly. "If Olva is alive and we can find her, we could-"

The Sheriff raises her hand before her. "Quiet." Annabeth stops talking, but keeps bouncing around. Again the woman turns to me. "What is your name?"

I hesitate. "Janus Term." Her eyes widen. "I don't know who you're talking about and I've never met her. I have no idea how she's alive or what I am or-"

She cuts me off. "It's alright, Janus. Be careful with your words, as they will always hold true. If you say you will do something or that something will happen, then it will end up happening in the future. Do you understand?" I nod and she sighs. "I will have you stay at my home, as I don't use it and it is one of the only empty ones. I'll have Soren build another one for you, if I can get that immortal brat to get away from Vulcan for at least a day then he'll have it done. Be wary of all here. This may be a safe haven for all, but it is still a dangerous place."

Annabeth waves for her attention. "Medusa, can I show her around?"

Medusa shakes her head. I thought Medusa had snakes for hair. "You have to worry about the new pup that was bitten last night. I have to check on the fletchling in the vampire territory anyways."

Annabeth's eyes widen. "A human was bitten by a vampire?" Medusa nods sadly, and she bows her head.

"I believe that you may know either the fletchling or the pup, Janus. You will accompany Annabeth to see her first before seeing the boy. I'll wait for you outside near the vampire border. Do watch out for Night Walkers. They have an unfortunate taste for visitors."

With those strange words she leaves, leaving the door open behind her. I look to Annabeth. "What's a Night Walker?"

"Much like a Skin Walker, but they can't change their appearance like the Skin Walkers. Either way, we have to keep watchful eyes." She turns to me with a sigh. "Let's go see the newly turned pup, before she starts fussing."

We walk for a few minutes, and the town looks like an old western place, doors that are up to your chest and show your feet while others look broken down.

We go into a forest, and it takes a while to reach the destination. A campfire around multiple cabins, a little girl tending to the flames, and torches line the walls or each cabin or building. I see a line of stones that make a barrier in the ground, runes carved into them. I ask Annabeth and she says it lines the camp, to keep out vampires and other creatures. I see water splayed on the dirt and she explains it's holy water. Crosses are also visible, each golden with a golden chain around the wolves' necks and the cross on their throats or collarbones. Garlic smells strong around certain areas, and iron is on the doorknobs to keep out Djinni and other beings.

We reach where a few werewolves stand guard, and they nod in greeting to Annabeth as she nods back, walking in as they slide out of her path. They stop me before she explains why I'm there. One offers to give me a golden necklace with a cross charm, but I shake my head and pull out my golden necklace that my grandmother gave me, the small cross pendant on the crook of my neck.

When we go inside, I find many pairs of different colored eyes stare up at me. Some of the smaller ones smell the air before tackling Annabeth, who falls under multiple bodies of fur and skin. I laugh as they all call out her name. "Anna! You came back!"

Another howls in wolf form before changing into a small boy, his blue eyes the same as they had been as a wolf. "Annabeth!"

A small girl jumps onto her shoulders, trying to pull her around. "Ana! Carry me!"

Annabeth laughs as she holds the girl's legs as they swing on her chest, the little girl sitting on her shoulders. She spins a few times, causing the girl to laugh happily while some of the pups and children whine. "Alright, Tanya. I came for business. Maybe I can play with you and the others later."

The blue eyed girl pouts and smacks Annabeth upside the head. "Hey!" Annabeth yelps as she slowly lowers the girl off of her shoulders, who leaps to where the blue eyed boy sits watching.

"You work too much! Come play with us more!" Some whine and others agree sadly, small eyes pleading.

Annabeth shakes her head, laughing. "You kiddos are tough. I don't want to come out everyday with bruises and scratches all over me."

Heads turn towards me. A green eyed girl points at me. "Who are you?"

Annabeth smiles. "That's Janus. We came to see the turned pup, make sure she's okay. Helix, you take care of your sister. Julio, let go of Stacy. Amy, you're in charge." Amy, the green eyed girl, smirks when many others whine. Annabeth rushes to me. "Let's go before they start a pup war."

I raise an eyebrow. "Pup war?"

She shrugs. "They're young. What do you expect?" She leads me to a side door and we enter, only to come to a set of cells. Golden chains line each cell, and a shiver runs through me.

We get to the last cell, where a teenage girl sits with her head bowed, feet bare, hands together. "Hello again!" Annabeth shouts a bit, and the girl says nothing. She fidgets with her fingers, her clothes torn. "Are you feeling better? I brought you a visitor you might recognize."

Blonde hair lifts to show sea green eyes. They widen with recognition, and I stumble backwards. No nonono no nono...

"Janus? What's wrong?" Annabeth keeps me from falling, but I still hit the ground. Tears are in my eyes. I can't hold them back. No nono no nonono...

The girl's back hits the wall behind her, and she covers her face as she shakes her head. "You're not real. You're not real. You're not here. I-" Her voice cracks, a sob leaving her throat.

"Janus." Annabeth shakes me, but I hardly feel it. "Who is she?"

I shake my head and she repeats her question, yellow eyes becoming slits even as she keeps her human form. turned pup... attacked... rogue...

"Janus?" Her voice is small, fearful. I have never heard her so afraid. Tears line her face, eyes shining as she reaches a hand out shakily. I do the same, my body trembling as it tries to refuse the truth. She's here. She's here. She gasps, while my breathing hitches, when our palms touch. Her hold tightens, and she gets as close to me as she can through the bars, her chains holding her a few inches back.

I stay still when Annabeth calls my name. I keep my head down as does the girl, us trying to leave this strange place and go back to the bedroom window.

"Why do you get up so damn early?" I asked, a yawn leaving my mouth.

She shrugs. "Same reason why I go partying. I need to escape."

"It never lasts, you know. Why don't you find a different way?"

Her sea green eyes sadden, her face hollow. The one time I saw her cry. "I've tried, but it always comes back." She hugged me, voice cracking. "Promise me you won't do the same. Promise me."

"I promise."

"It never lasts, you know. Why don't you find another way?" I echo the exact same words of that day. Her eyes become hollow and empty, a small and broken smile on her face.

"I've tried, but it always comes back." Her voice breaks at her own words, tears streaming from her pained eyes. She tightens her hold on my hand. "Promise me you won't do the same. Promise me." She pleads the same exact words from before.

My voice cracks at the two words. "I promise." Then I add my own. "I promise you, Andy."

A/N: Hey guys this is Jane from JanusGrace, or Annemarie if you prefer my actual name. I do ask that you check our stories as well, but we hope you love what we'll be working on with this group as well as our own. Please review, and enjoy the stories.