Hey guys. Thought this might help. Eye color chart:

Crystalline Blue irises- in love

"Royal" Blue irises with golden specks-

Golden irises- either possessed with Kronos or happy/content

Grass Green irises- jealous/vengeful/envious/possessive

Pure Black irises- Angry/hateful/fear/nothing/numb/

Hazel irises- mixed emotions, depends which colors are most prominent ALSO- nervous, confused, challenged

Light Purple/Violet- lustful/dreamy/mischievous

"Even if I say 'It'll be alright'," I warble like one of my mom's doves into my blue, plastic hairbrush, "Still I hear you say you want to end your life." It's a huge waste of time for a demigod to be suicidal. It'd be much easier for them to just leave camp weaponless and search for the monsters themselves. "Now why can't be try to just stay alive?" I belt out.

You don't expect an Aphrodite girl to be like this- singing like a depressed Apollo cabin wannabee(which just contradicts itself, because in the history of camp, only one of Apollo's campers have been notably sad for more than a few hours). But I am: I sing anything, no matter how crappy I sound. I think this comes from the plethora of Apollo campers I've dated. I think it's adorable that they sing to you and recite poetry. It's like Romeo and Juliet all over again. (Except for the fact that those "star-crossed lovers", as my mother enjoys calling them, had a relationship between a betrothed seventeen-year-old and a dreamer thirteen-year-old and caused nine deaths. I did like the story of Helen of Troy much better because at least they were adults and Helen was actually kind of pretty. The Trojan war was a very important historical time! Romeo and Juliet was just a joke from Cupid. Quite like my life, actually.)

If I was Romeo, I would've just dumped her. But, regardless, I was quite sure Emily thought I was insane, singing and dancing in her room with her, eating ice cream, while singing Never Too Late by Three Days Grace. I am quite crazy, I admit.

Never Too Late isn't much of a celebratory song.

Emily asked me to stay with her to celebrate the removal of our scars while the guys did something downstairs. I ignored the thought that it was probably a meeting about how to dispose of me. I had said yes only because of the expression Paul's face was contorted into when he looked at me, like he needed to protect me. It was cute, because I could protect myself pretty well.

I justified my hate of the thought of leaving here to continue my search by repeatedly chanting in my mind, "Find out what these people are, whether or not they're working for Gaea, or could be allies for camp."

"So," Emily says, "I did say I would set you up with one of them. I'm thinking Paul?" Her voice tweaks up into a question, but even with a question mark behind it, it's still a statement. I know immediately that she would not set me up with any one else.

It was a love at first sight case if I'd ever seen one (I hadn't), but it was more one-sided. I thought Paul was attractive, yes, but... I was more of a Apollo's son girl myself. Must be Apollo's blessing, because I melted like the earth under the sun chariot every time one of them flashed a sunny smile at me. At the same time, years of pent-up emotion for the monsters, and the gods, and, fuck- everything else that made me crazy, I never seemed to be able to vent around them. They were so sunny to my built up storm. Paul was stormy, like me- SHUT UP, INNER VOICES!

"Yeah, perfect!" I chirp, uncharacteristically enthusiastic. I had to get on the inside- first, to see what it felt like to be on the inside, and- second, to find out stuff about them.

I strategize my plan, but Hades knows I'm no child of Athena, so I improvise. Improvision is my usual strategy.

"Um, Emily," I improvise, "Do you want me to give you a makeover? I'll just give you the super sexy smokey eye make up and a loose, messy up do, and hot pink lipstick like Alicia Keys had for her Fall Beauty Look on the Lipstick blog 2014. That was smexy!" I almost begin the rant like Lacy about the sweet looks we could pull off with mocha or russet-skinned people. Russet is a brownish color with an orange/reddish tint or undertone to it, and it looks amazing! It made me want that skin tone instead of my barely colored porcelain doll face. Yeah, I'm pretty beautiful (I can't deny it, I can't pretend), but I can't help but envy the mocha madness.

Emily chuckles boisterously, "Alexandra, you can do whatever you want with my face. It's your canvas." Hmm... eager much? Of course you are. It's moi giving the makeover.

I smirk. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks of me as an artist. Now, stay still unless you want me to try abstract art." A surplus of makeup and accessories tumble out of my gold-plated designer purse on the dark hard wood-paneled floor when I turn my bag over so the open pocket faces the ground. I fish for makeup and eyeliner to go with her glowing russet skin tone.

"I hope you're not planning to hurt me with those things."

She's like Piper. "My sister Piper thinks these are torture devices. Honestly, how do you hurt someone with an eyelash curler or a Q-tip?" But don't worry. 'OMG! I hate how Alex gave me a makeover!' SAID NO ONE EVER!

I smolder the area around her eyes, laying on the shadow and eyeliner. I give her a bit of a burgundy hue on the sides for a dramatic flair. My hands mold her hair into a messy up do with several strands falling into place and let her do the lipstick herself. I held my bejeweled bronze mirror up to her face, and she beamed at her reflection.

"How did you do that?" She asks. "You're like, magical. Somehow you're always trying to make me better, and you always do it in a way that makes me look like an angel. What are you... my fairy godmother?"

I relax my features into a sexy smirk, "You wish I was your fairy godmother."

She giggles, "Would you be required to grant me three wishes?" Emily scrunches her forehead for a millisecond, mentally coming up with a wish list.

"I'm pretty sure that's a genie," I join her in laughter, "And I am not in possession of a beautiful lamp for you to rub to earn said wishes."

Emily raises an eyebrow, "I've heard it both ways. Cinderella's fairy godmother basically gave her a wish though."

I snort, very unladylike. What would my mom think of me right now? I run though the possibilities in my head. "Are you really going to argue? I'm like a Disney geek." I notice her perched eyebrow. "Emily!" I practically screech. "Do not move your face, or so help me gods..."

Her eyebrow drops. "You keep saying stuff like that. Gods or Hades. What do you mean? Is it like your religion?

I sweat drop at the thought of worshiping the gods. Dionysus would probably turn us all into dolphins if we even approached his temple and likely we if we didn't, as well. It'd be hilarious sacrificing chickens to Hera or Zeus, as well. "Gods, no!" She makes a flighty motion with her hand as if to say 'You're doing it again.' "I don't... well, it's like an inside joke thing at my camp, and everyone says it there. I don't know how to explain it. But it's just natural for me to say it."

She goes, "Okay," but she doesn't understand. "So, Alex, you up for a sleepover with me? I have to warn, I act all responsible around the guys, but honestly, I'm kind of crazy."

I clear my throat hesitantly. "Yeah, that'd be great. I'd love to see that crazy, asylum worthy side of you, too, but I have to, um, IM Annabeth. You know, Percy Jackson's girlfriend?"

I hate those types of people that don't say anything, but have this kind of 'presence' that makes you want to tell them all your secrets, and you end up blurting out a bunch of shit you'd like to take back, or hire some aliens to hijack a few brains and remove. Or I could, you know, seduce Clovis for some of the Lethe in the Hypnos cabin.

Emily is one of those people, but I couldn't bring myself to loathe her.

I am at the La Push first beach, behind some rocks. I am not worried about the regular mortal inhabitants, but I'm not sure if those... whatever they were, were clear-sighted for all intents and purposes. I spray the water in the air to make a salty, watery mist and luckily a wayward sunbeam flickers on it in just the right way as I quickly chant, "O Iris, Goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering," and fling the golden drachma into the floating rainbow.

Annabeth's features materialize. In the background is Rachel's cave, but the glassy-eyed heroine is just searching the works of art for anything to do with Percy.

"Annabeth!" I call, and her stormy eyes regard me. Her face is troubled, the grey streak from holding up the sky a few summers ago looking more prominent than ever.

"Alexandra." She makes a noise. "Any news on Percy?"

I shake my head ruefully, my mocha hair flying with it. "None. But I feel like I'm closer some how. Any on your end?"

The grey-eyed girl purses her lips. Annabeth says, "No, unfortunately. We've been looking everywhere."

I let her statement hang in the air. Much like after Silena's former lover, Charles Beckendorf's death, it was like the anchor of Camp Half Blood had just disappeared along with Percy. After the war, we'd hoped to get at least a few years of peace. No major threats, maybe even a few of us could try to have children. It was a long shot to think of any of the Olympian's kids living that long, but a girl can dream.

I tried to ignore the thought of little Alexandra/Paul lovechildren running around Emily's house and breaking stuff. I also attempted at forgetting how positively "blue" it made me feel, in relation my eye moods.

"Look, Annabeth, I didn't call you for no reason, though." I hurriedly explain the situation with Emily, Paul, and the rest of them. I attempt to explain the 'symptoms' they'd been experiencing. "They are all really attractive, and HUGE, like Ares on steroids, but double in attractiveness. And they're really hot, but I mean temperature-wise, well yeah, otherwise, but all the guys seem to be running fevers like at 110°F or something. Touching them practically scorched my skin. They also move faster than any human could. One second they were one the cliffs, and when they thought I was being threatened, they were almost instantly at my side. Also, one of them saw me, and instantly radiated love for me stronger than I've ever felt before. It almost knocked me over."

Her cloudy eyes calculates what it meant, as she stares back at my now hazel irises.

"You couldn't have been subconsciously trying to woo him? If you liked him, you could've accidentally done that. It's hard to get control of your powers," she tries, but I'll have none of it.

I shake my head. "No, this was different, it wasn't fake or forced or anything. And I'm almost positive this girl Emily was getting the same look from her guy, Sam. It was kind of territorial though. They looked like they would kill anyone who got in the way, without a second thought."

"So you want to know what they are?" Annabeth says and while I know her heart wasn't into it, she is obviously slightly frustrated, "They don't seem to be monsters- most don't wait so long to eat you, and the few that do toy with their food some other way." She speaks of me like I was nothing more than the prey of the animals that she could care less about, but she had a lot on her mind, so I'm not indignant. Annabeth toys with her camp necklace and the college ring in the middle of all the beads.

"Possibly a friendly tribe that was blessed by Apollo. That's what he's all about- heat, good looks quick healing, lovey dovey guys that write romantic poetry," she entertains the idea, before shaking herself out of the cloud.

She continues, "They could be lycanthropes, werewolves. I heard Jason came across a pack on his quest. Lycans are usually really warm and rather big while in human form. It's so it's easier for them to shift into wolves. I've recently heard of relatives of there's: shape shifters. Some say they can turn into any animal, while others say it's a special spirit animal or some Hades like that. They also mate for life, and when they see you, they immediately know you're the only one forever. I think it was a curse from your mom."

I speak up, "It was provably a blessing. She would've cursed them to never love, love someone they can't be with, or love countless people, more likely."

Annabeth gets this look on her face that all of us at camp think of as the DANGER! Hide Now! expression, because we could all tell she is thinking something along the lines of "Percy and I". I thought it was likely she believed they are soulmates, like werewolves had.

"Other ideas?" I inquired cautiously, afraid she might blow her top like Mount Saint Helens had with Percy Jackson in the heart of the volcano.

She doesn't.

"Eros shot an incredibly fast, sick guy with a love arrow?" She suggested.

"That was my main theory, " I reply, unwilling to let myself laugh in this girl's presence. I do not know how stable she is as of this moment. I think Jamie's mom is a psychologist...

Her eyes ding! with a lightbulb moment. "Or those monsters cursed by Helios? They don't have any popular legends, but his fading spirit made them and their descendents burning to the touch and the ability to move as fast as he didir across the sky in the sun chariot."

I run my tongue over my shiny, pearly whites. "That doesn't explain the odd love wave thing. It was so strong..." my voice trails off, my head shaking slightly.

The horn sounded through Camp Half Blood, and I feel a wave of nostalgia for that place. No oddly confusing hot boys or vampires out to get me. Just a missing Hero of Olympus.

But he's not there, I thought, childishly.

"I'll let you go, Annabeth," I abruptly swipe my hand through the mist and it dissipates. I turn my head to face what I'd sensed approaching behind me, my hand reaching for my golden hilted dagger, αιώνια αγάπη, or eternal love.

The chalky face becomes visible quickly, blood dripping from it's fangs.

"Hello, leech," I address it, adopting Paul's pet name for the species. It's ebony hair is short and business like. I don't fall for it's empousa charm.

"Alexandra." It gives a sick, bloody-toothed grin that makes me want to call the asylum again for the tenth or eleventh time today. Rubber rooms, please work your magic on these people. I try not to curse Dionysus.

To hell with it, I decide as the chalk-faced male model lunges for my neck, which I can only assume would be tastier because of the rich golden ichor. Half-bloods also don't have the option of turning to a vampire after being bitten, because ichor counters the venom like an antidote.

Fuck you, Mr. D.

so... guyzzzz

How did you like it? Half of the night was spent tapping it into my tablet, so you better. Go to Hades, Mr. D

Anyway... ideas! Peoplez, ideas! I'd love to hear your thoughts. Hopefully not when I'm half asleep. But... if i sleep type this and am still an an awesome author...?

I just think it's funny that I'm better at writing when I'm sleeping, basically, at two am, that a lot of these bitches when they are fully awake.

But my mom is letting me play hooky tomorrow anywho because here's going to be an assembly we don't agree with at school tomorrow.

Guess again peoples.

"I have so much left to say

If every simple song I wrote to you

Would take your breath away

I'd write it all"