I'm in the backyard of Emily and Sam's house, with two silhouettes arguing. "Kim!" vocalizes Jared's voice, "Why didn't you tell me? About all of that, I could've helped you." There's a defeated look in his eye, when my vision clears.

The ex-Huntress nibbles on her lower lip. "I'm sorry, Jared, I just... tried to forget it. It's so hard to deal with, so I got my mom to make me a necklace to make me smell like the average human unless they're in close range already." She smiles, but it's strained.

"Your mom?"

"Athena, goddess of wisdom, battle strategy, industry, justice, and skill," Kim states proudly, running her hands gently over the shaft of her bow. She still had that? I thought Artemis broke the bows of the ex-Hunters over their heads, turned them into animals, and then they were the Hunted. Hunters becoming the Hunted, what a turn of events. Irony. I wonder why Artemis didn't... is it because of the wolves or that Kim had no choice?

I bet Aphrodite had a field day on this.

Kim continues, "Look, and also, I know you have trouble keeping things to yourself when phased. I didn't want the others to know, especially since they'd think I was crazy, and I'd not be able to prove it. The only powers I got from my mother were superior intellect and a knack for weaving. Both of them—Alexandra and Percy— have so many more powers than me. Alexandra's powers are Beauty and Omnipotent allure, or changing your appearance at will, Amokinesis, or control over love and passion, fluency in French, Infallible visual acuity, for finding tiny flaws in makeup, and some can Charmspeak. Percy—well, Percy can create a mini hurricane, he's that powerful. Hydrokinesis—complete control over water. He can talk to horses and fish, who also want to please him, and earthquakes, even. Percy is so powerful that the closest water to him reflects his mood. That's why you guys didn't doubt Alex for long. I can't really do anything that would make up believe me." I turn my head to the side. I didn't even know I had half of those powers.

Jared looks stunned. "Kim, I—I don't know what I would've done. I just—I'd rather have had you tell me. Besides, I told you pretty much everything about me, even the things that weren't all that hot."

Kim swallows. "You had proof. You could phase into your wolf form. All I have is a few knives that I wasn't sure whether you'd be able to see, a handful of drachmas, and a trunk of Greek armor." I see her point. "There's little about me that's really pretty. I don't even look like my siblings—they're mostly blondes with gray eyes."

"You're beautiful," he speaks reverently, awe-inspired by the sight of her. "And I love that you have chocolate brown hair, russet skin, and—well, you still have the gray eyes part."

She grins weakly. "Thanks, Jare. I love you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"You're amazing. I love you more, even if you didn't tell me your mom is a Greek goddess," he says with honeyed words.

"I love you most," she grins broadly this time.

He shakes his head. "You have no idea how much I love you."

"Maybe I could get Alex to tell me. She can sense things like that."

His mood darkens, and his eyes fall to the ground. "Paul's going crazy without her. It's painful—being inside his head."

"It's the vampire, I know it is. She'd never leave, ever, especially without saying goodbye or taking her bag. She's too romantic to not draw out a long, heartbreaking goodbye where she makes everyone swear they'll never miss her and she swears she'll come back some day. He must have taken her somehow, especially because her scent doesn't lead anywhere else, but to the mirror. What if the leech can do something with mirror. I mean, she says she saw him in her mirror before."

Jared tightens his arm around her waist. "You are never going near mirrors again, Kimmy."

Suddenly, Emily screams from inside the house. "She called me! Alex called me."

Kim and Jared shoot inside, proceeding to have a long discussion about the phone call. Kim makes a point about how it must be really bad for me to call, because that attracts monsters.

My dream breaks.

I am sore and raw when I rouse, a dull continuous pain in the head, and a ache in my back. I congratulate/berate my body for its perfect timing. At least I'll hardly have to do anything with these bloodsuckers today.

I deserve a dunce cap. After a hearty breakfast, my mental menstrual calendar pops into my head, and I nearly faint from shock. How am I so stupid? My period starts in a few days, and my primary company is a plethora of lovesick vampires.

Yay. I'll be bleeding! Until then, though, I'll have to deal with PMS aka Pre-Menstrual Syndrome—or as I like to say: Psychotic Mood Syndrome.

Good luck convincing the lot of them not to eat you, Alex. You are the master of the universe.

I decide to break the news to vampires. "Hey! Guys, come on in!"

Immediately, a horde of them fought for entrance rights.

Finally, all situated around my bed, I begin my speech. "So, guys—sorry, but I'm going to have my period soon and gush blood like a waterfall and since you guys are vampires, it just won't work out, so you can't see me until it's over."

That's when the rioting began.