Oh my God! So many reviews for the first chapter?! I seriously thought that I had died and gone to Heaven! Seriously! But a huge thanks to all those who reviewed, followed and favourited. Thank you, guys! Thank you so much! I really didn't think that people would like the plot so much! And my writing style is that good? Really? And to those who laughed at the very last sentence of the first chapter: I thought that everybody would find that stupid joke very lame... XD

Anyways, on with the second chapter. I wanted to post this as soon as I could. So there might me errors here and there, and the chapter may seem a bit lame.. But oh well! *laughs nervously*

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Ch 2: I Summon Something Unexpected:

The first time Percy felt the pull, he thought he was just imagining things. Or maybe his opponent was pulling tricks with his mind. That was quite possible. After all, they were demons in the middle of a duel. And demons would try any means possible just in order to win.

Percy smirked at supposedly feeble attempt to distract him. His bronze sword clashed with a pitch-dark one. Over the two blades, his green orbs met his cousin's dark ones. His side is exposed, his mind shouted. Percy's eyes glinted as he aimed for a roundhouse kick.

However, Nico managed to dodge at the right moment. He's gotten more agile, Percy thought. Just as he was about to slash again with his sword, he felt the pull once more, stronger this time.

Percy gasped and fell to his knees. His chest was throbbing and it felt as if his limbs were on fire. His sword flew out of his hand and landed elsewhere inside the arena. He growled slightly as Nico pointed his sword towards him.

"You're distracted," the dark-haired boy said in a monotone. "I win, by the way. But you're distracted. That's quite rare."

Percy glared at him. "I want a rematch." He tried to stand up but another jolt of pain sent him back to his knees. He mentally snarled. I feel pathetic! And Nico's right in front of me. Now, I feel even more pathetic!

Nico raised an eyebrow in surprise. "We will have a rematch, but not now." He stared at the older demon for a few more seconds. "It seems as though you are being summoned."

"Summoned?" Percy choked out. "At this hour? Who will summon me at a time like this?"

Nico smiled amusedly. "I've heard that people on Earth are celebrating an occasion called Halloween this night. It is popular for humans to try to summon ghosts and spirits on this day. Maybe a lucky fellow got lucky and succeeded in summoning you."

Damn! Percy gritted his teeth. I swear, I'll kill that person. He will suffer one of the most painful deaths for having the nerve to summon me! The urge was starting to get unbearable. "You!" he snapped. "We will have a rematch when I return! Without any fail!"

Nico didn't even bother to nod as he kept staring at his cousin. "Where are you going?"

"To find the root cause of this… this thing."

Nico tilted his head. "And what shall I tell your mother if she inquires about this?" he asked. "She will get worried."

Percy closed his eyes. "Tell her that I'll be back soon."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Fine then." And Nico kept staring as his cousin disappeared right in front of his eyes. Nico put his sword back into its sheath. "I pity the poor soul that summoned him."

-o-o-o-

The next Percy opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. He raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised to find no one there. He closed his eyes and sensed a feminine aura from the room. So this room belongs to a girl. Which must mean I am summoned by one. Percy smirked. Perfect.

He could hear her voice coming from somewhere downstairs, thanks to his demonic hearing senses. She seemed to be talking to someone, and not after long he could hear the faint sound of a door snapping shut.

Fine then. He will sit down and patiently wait for her to arrive. And he will decide how to deal with her once he sees her. He sat cross-legged on the bed and hung his head down. Percy mused about her reaction on seeing him. That will surely be interesting to see.

It was only a matter of minutes before her aura got closer and closer, and the girl stepped inside into what he assumed was her bedroom. Percy felt a wicked grin creep onto his face. Let's see what she does now. He looked up to stare at her, but he suddenly let out a light gasp.

She had her eyes squeezed shut, and was worrying about something. But that wasn't what surprised Percy. It was the aura of the girl that seemed to be pulling him closer and closer. It was a royal blue aura. And its strength was startling. It was like a black hole, pulling him nearer to the girl, and…

Percy froze abruptly. It couldn't be, he thought wildly. She couldn't be! But then, as he kept staring at her figure, he knew that he was right. So this is her. It seemed as if this girl was his soul-mate. But how was she able to summon him here? Some ritual?

He kept staring and got really impatient when she didn't open her eyes for a long time. How much is she going to make me wait? He frowned. In the end, Percy decided to break the silence. "Are you the one who summoned me here?" he asked.

He could hear the girl gasp as she snapped her gaze to him with wide eyes. Percy could feel her heartbeat getting faster. He tilted his head to the side, waiting for her to answer (though he knew that she was too dumbfounded to say anything).

Now, Percy had expected many kind of reactions. He had expected her to scream loudly and run out. He'd expected her to be mesmerized by his handsomeness and to keep staring at him. He'd even expected her to fall onto her knees in fear and cry out in fear.

But he hadn't expected a book to come flying at him.

-o-o-o-

Annabeth stared with wild eyes as the man easily dodged the book. No! She had thrown it with so much force! Why did he dodge it?! Annabeth blinked, and gasped again the next moment. There was no one on the bed.

Annabeth gulped. This is bad, she thought. I think I am starting to hallucinate! She turned around in a full circle. Yet it seemed as if she was alone in her room. But how is this possible? her mind screamed. I'm sure I saw a man! He even talked to me, for goodness' sake! I can't go crazy at such a young age!

Annabeth sucked in a sharp breath as the next moment, an unfamiliar hand clamped over her mouth and another hand came around her waist. She tried to struggle but to no avail. Okay, this is really bad. She closed her eyes. Maybe I could stamp his foot. But when she attempted it, the stranger moved his foot at the right time.

"Calm down," the man whispered in her ear. "Just… Calm down."

Like Hell I will, Annabeth wanted to scream. You're a stranger inside my room, I have no idea how you got inside, and I also have no idea what you intend on doing to me, and you expect me to calm down?! But for some reason, her heart seemed to whisper to her: Yes, he is correct. Calm down Annabeth. Now that scared the shit out of her.

However, Annabeth did calm down. She realised that struggling would get her nowhere and she knew better than to waste her energy over nothing. So she stopped moving and allowed the stranger to hold her (as disgusting as that sounds). Maybe she could catch him by surprise sometime later.

The stranger seemed to realise that she wasn't going to struggle anymore as well, but he didn't lessen his grip on her. "Good," he breathed. And for some reason, the sound of his voice made Annabeth blush. "I hope you cooperate like this. I'll answer your questions if you answer mine."

With that he quickly spinned her around so that Annabeth crashed with his chest. She stared at him and her blush deepened. For some reason, just looking into those green eyes made her nervous. And now that she could have a better look at the intruder, she note that he had dark hair. And an extremely handsome face. Not that it meant anything to her. Nope, not at all.

The man frowned slightly at her. "Are you the one who summoned me here?" he repeated his question he had asked earlier.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Annabeth replied, not breaking eye contact with him despite how anxious she felt. She was quite surprised at how confident her voice sounded. She had expected it to come out all wobbly and stammering.

The man leaned in closer, and Annabeth's eyes widened. "Don't lie to me," he said. "You performed the ritual, didn't you?"

For a split second, Annabeth frowned in a confused manner before she started to realise what he was talking about. The ritual? He couldn't be talking about… She stared into his green eyes. There was no doubt that it was his face she had seen in the mirror. "How is this possible?" she muttered.

"So it's true," Greeny looked somewhat satisfied. "You are my soul-mate."

Annabeth couldn't resist herself from giving him a wary look. "You believe in stuff like that. Sure, I agree that I tried out that stupid thing and what-not, but this is crazy! I have got a complete stranger in my room who claims to be my soul-mate." Yep, her conscience said. Definitely, absolutely crazy.

"You don't believe it?" Greeny inquired with a raised eyebrow and a somewhat cocky look on his face.

Annabeth was about to reply when the gears in her head started turning. Just wait a second! Her conscience screamed at her. Annabeth, you are getting dumber day by day! This must be the fault of your two stupid friends. But that's not the point! How can you speak so easily to a stranger! Who knows what her might do to you! He is holding you in an embrace, for Heaven's sake!

Annabeth thanked her conscience a thousand times for breaking her out of her reverie. Honestly, just what was happening to her? Why was she feeling so comfortable and at ease? Yes, she'd had enough. This Greeny better get outta here or she was going to karate-chop him and hand him to the police.

But right now, Annabeth focused on how to get out of his arms. She decided on a surprise attack. She jabbed Greeny's chest with her elbow sharply, and though it didn't seem to hurt him (but it hurt her, a lot), his grip on her somewhat loosened, causing Annabeth to frantically scramble out of his arms.

She immediately grabbed another hard-cover novel from one of her shelves and held it as a shield in front of her. She knew that throwing it would be useless, seeing that Greeny could easily dodge them, but she didn't want to be defenceless (even though technically, she still was defenceless). "Get out of here," she said gravely. "Or else I will chop you alive with this book, and then I'll call the police and you'll be stuck in jail for the rest of your lives."

And the award for the Most Lamest Threat goes to the one and only, the most famous, the most not-so-intelligent, Annabeth Chase.

Greeny looked as if he wanted to laugh (and Annabeth couldn't really blame him), but his face turned serious immediately. "Put the book down, Annabeth."

Sure dude, not happening. Nuh-uh! her mind screamed. But then she froze. Hey, how does he know my name? I don't remember telling him… Whatever, I'm not going to back down. "I'm repeating once again," Annabeth said in louder tone this time. "Get out of my house. Get away from me."

"And I'm repeating myself too. Put the book down, Annabeth."

Annabeth shivered at the way her name rolled off his tongue. As if he was analysing her name and personality. But Annabeth didn't budge. In fact, she clutched the book tighter.

Greeny scowled and took a step forward. For a second, his eyes flashed. Annabeth closed her eyes. I really am going crazy. And when she reopened them, she took a sharp intake of breath. His eyes… They were no longer green. Instead, they were glowing red right now.

"Annabeth," he said. "I'm not going to harm you."

And for some reason, Annabeth's body acted all by itself and she found her hands steadily coming down, while her conscience kept screaming No! But her body couldn't resist. Annabeth, without really wanting to, had lowered her guard down entirely.

Greeny (or Reddy?) took another step forward, and Annabeth immediately took a cautious step backwards. For a moment, she was reminded of the ritual, but she had more important things to take care of right now. She gulped. "Who are you?"

Greeny smirked. "Who? Me?"

Annabeth almost screamed when he suddenly vanished and the next moment, he appeared right in front of her. His smirk simply widened at the scared look on her face. "I'm your soul-mate," he whispered. "Just your normal, average demon." Saying that, he kissed her cheek.

His cold lips on her skin was the last thing Annabeth felt before a sudden drowsiness took over her and she fell into the blackness.

-o-o-o-

So how was it? I'll be honest, I'm pretty disappointed with this chapter. It could have been much, much, MUCH better. Especially the part with Percy and Nico.. Oh well, please R&R! Your reviews really make my day, and my friends ask me why I keep smiling like a creep all the time...

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