Author's Note: Hey people! A little blast from the past for Nico here. And I'm not trying to make Will seem inferior to Nico. But face it, Nico is a swordsman and Will is a healer. Not a lot of healers put too much stock into hero training. Will's badassness is just different from Nico's.
Will was hesitant to follow Nico.
It might sound like he was being a bad boyfriend but honestly anything that had Nico di Angelo shaking was not something he wanted to meet. Nico was making his way towards the little shop, the only one with it's lights on. As they got closer, Will realized it was a bakery. Will prided himself as one of the few people who knew about Nico's past(what little he remembered that is)and was surprised that Nico had never told him anything like this. Nico had never said anything about a bakery or those who worked there. Nico seemed to gather himself at the door, taking a deep breath, and pushed it open.
A bell rang as they stepped in and they were bathed in soft golden light. Nico immediately drew his sword. Will felt extremely unprepared and vulnerable. He was a healer for the gods sake! He didn't carry a sword!
"So, uh, you knew the baker I'm guessing?" Will asks trying to lighten the mood. Nico swallowed.
"Not well. More like I knew his daughter. Her and Bianca used to be good friends. She treated me like her little brother. But she's supposed to be dead, reborn into a new life. This place has been abandoned for years."
"Doesn't look so abandoned to me." And it didn't. The soft candle light emitted from beautiful sconces on the walls, the old fashioned oven was burning brightly, and the smell of fresh baked sweets filled the air. There was soft clattering in the kitchen. Will strained to see through the glass-less window, through which the burning stove could be seen. Nico took a deep breath and seemed to relax. He stalked confidently towards the kitchen. Will stood dumbfounded by this sudden change. Cautiously, he followed after him. Nico placed one hand on the counter and jumped over it with ease leaving Will to clamber over it. Where Nico was a lithe, graceful panther, Will was a stumbling kitten, having trouble just getting his legs under him.
As they approached the kitchen, a soft melody carried through the air. Someone was singing. The melody was soft, sweet, and in a language Will could not understand. After a moment of listening, he realized it was Italian. He never learned the language, but Nico had a habit of cursing and ranting in the foreign tounge. Slowly they rounded the corner and stepped through an opened doorway. A girl, about 15 or 16, stood with her back towards them. Once she heard their entrance she stopped singing. She turned to face them and, in the space of a second, Nico had the tip of his sword resting against the hallow of her throat. He gasped, and Will skittered back a few feet. Her eyes were cold, the black irises matching the pupil. She wasn't staring at him though. She was staring at Nico.
"Katherine?" he said. His voice seemed shaky.
"Hello Niki." she said softly."Long time no see."
Author's Note: Ok I feel like this wasn't my best chapter. I know I'm dragging this meeting out waaay too long, but the next one should answer some questions about Katherine's past. Bear with me for a little while.