My boyfriend is an Undead warlord

by PancakeFate

What happens when the king of deception Luke himself comesback through the Doors of Death and starts trying to turn over a new leaf. what if he is dating a girl that can tell if you're lying. Can Luke remain hidden from camp Half-Blood? And keep his past life as a cold hearted warlord a secret form his girlfriend? The story is set after Blood of Olympics before trials of Apollo.

40. I get chased by the Greek mafia

Chapter 40 I get chased by the Greek mafia Luke's POV

Since the night of my terrible nightmares I'd done my best to keep a low profile. I never stayed in the same place more than one night, never went to the same grocery store or restaurant twice in the same week. I was also careful to not walk the same route to and from where I was going, my soldiers may have been incompetent at times however they were well trained and could spot a pattern, especially Mark who had been one of my best hitmen. I had tried to learn more of their intentions though that was nearly impossible to do without alerting them to the fact I knew they were stalking me. Once or twice I had followed one of my stockers after giving them the slip. I now know they have a small apartment in the outskirts of the City, which they are probably operating from, although I never dared to break in. I was doing well for the time being but I knew it was only a matter of time before one of three things happened: one a monster that I couldn't dispose of quitely would catch my scent. Two my former army would get lucky. Or three I would eventually make a mistake. If only one or two members of my old army were out for my blood it wouldn't have been such a big deal, however thanks to my dream I knew that Alabaster had gathered my best, and even I couldn't take them all on my own. I had briefly considered sneaking into the camp telling Sarah we had to go and making a break for it to some other state far away from New York, but that would just delay the inevitable. Alabaster, Mark and the others would eventually track us down, then Sarah would be endangered. I had trained my whole army to be ruthless; and the half bloods after my head were my best. I myself had trained Mark, the son of Apollo was second in sword play only to me. Alabaster was the strongest child of Hecate I had ever met, he was capable of many things with his magic and control over the Myst, Alabaster was also a skilled swordsman in his own right. In my dream I had also seen Samantha Rose, the blind dotter of Demeter. At first glance it's easy to pass her off as harmless, however she was someone to be taken seriously. Samantha had once been the head gardener for the ship, and she cultivated highly poisonous plants with the ability to paralyze or kill you in a variety of terrible waze just as easily as she grew the broccoli. No doubt her poisons laced the blades and arrows of those that would be coming for me and Sarah if I chose to try to flee the state. Which left me with only one choice. The phrase of the prophecy I had heard and the words of Hestia replayed over and over in my head since I first heard them weeks ago.

" truth and lies the travelers disguise, though camp decides if he lives or dies." "If you are to live you must meet me here."

After weeks of thinking I had a plan. A plan I hated but it was better than the alternative… I hope. It was late evening by the time I had figured out all the details of my plan and talked myself into going through with it. I set my alarm and closed the curtains before climbing into bed, whether or not my plan worked the way I wanted it to or not tomorrow would be a long day that would definitely suck. The alarm blared, breaking the silence in my dark room, I shot awake momentarily confused. I stared at the digital alarm clock,

/July, 17, 4:00 A.M/

then I remembered, turning off the alarm I rolled out of bed and made coffee. I ate the last of my fried rice for breakfast then checked out of the hotel. The sun wasn't up yet and wouldn't be for some time which would give me plenty of time to get ready for my personal ambush I was going to set up. Making sure no one was following me yet, I made my way to Central Park. I really hoped the huge Oak tree that I was looking for would still be there and hadn't been harmed in the fighting that took place in the titan war. Otherwise I would have to find another place to hide my sword and no other spot would be as convenient without me already being inside the camp… that is as long as the story Selena had told me was true. According to a legend from her cabin, during the American Civil War, a daughter of Aphrodite had a mortal man as a lover who lived nearby, but due to the unrest caused by the war she couldn't leave the camp. Instead she enlisted the help of the Demeter cabin to create two special seeds that would grow two special oak trees. One seed was planted in the forest at Camp Half Blood the other was given to her lover, who planted it in what became Central park. Supposedly the lovers had kissed the seeds before planting them then watered the spot with nectar, which made the trees grow overnight. The Oaks were embodied with magic allowing the trees to be living yet hollow, besides that the lovers were able to pass letters to each other by dropping their letter into the hollow of the tree. The magic teleported it to the heart of the sister Oak, until the man had to leave for war and was killed in the fighting. According to legend in her grief, the heart of the child of Aphrodite turned to stone as she refused to love again, and just like the girl's heart the Oak trees also turned to stone. To me the legend always sounded ridiculous but Selena had told it like it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard of. She said that the magic of the trees was thought to still be intact and if that was true and the tree in Central Park still existed it would be the best place to hide my sword and still be able to access it at the camp if needed. After dodging a few mounted officers I found the tree I was looking for. Placing a hand on its trunk I frowned, the tree felt like it had been petrified; which could only be a bad omen. Reaching up to the lowest branch I pulled myself into the tree, I climbed until I found a large hollow. Carefully I drew my sword and stuck it part of the way down the hole, allowing the celestial bronze to illuminate the darkness inside the tree. I didn't see anything except the bottom of the shallow hole, not even any evidence of a creature that could've used this hollow as a home. I took that to be a good sign and carefully lowered my sword the rest the way before letting go of the hilt. I should've known better than to get my hopes up because nothing happened. My sword just sat there, the celestial bronze illuminating the darkness, the mortal steel fighting against the bronze is always, absolutely nothing happened. Frustrated, I took my sword out and tried it again, once again nothing. I couldn't help but wonder if the legend Selena had told me had been just that a legend, it's just that with demigod legends there's always at least some truth behind it, some kind of magic something…. A thought occurred to me, this is a legend from Selena's cabin, Selena was a daughter of Aphrodite, Aphrodite the goddess of love and according to the legend lovers have kissed the seeds. I felt stupid but I kissed the tree anyway. Still nothing happened. Beyond frustrated at this point I hit the trunk of the tree with my fist which also didn't do anything except make me feel better. I took a deep breath and let it out fast trying to get ahold of my temper, what was I missing?! The answer had to be in the legend. Then it hit me that the Oaks had been embodied with two kinds of magic. The first being nature magic from the Demeter cabin, which allowed the seeds to grow so fast and be able to pass objects through to the sister tree. Nymphs had a similar ability; they could pass things through the air, if they were air spirits, but Dryades could absorb

something through a tree and pass it through the forest. Such as letters or in my case a sword. The second kind of magic came from the Aphrodite cabin meaning it was love magic, the trees had been created for the sole purpose of allowing two lovers to stay in communication with each other when their worlds divided them. The lovers had undoubtedly been thinking of each other when they kissed the seeds, if my theory is correct and that is what gave the trees their specific connection; and probably it was also a safeguard. Allowing just that couple to use the tree's magic, however one died and the other stopped loving, leaving the tree's magic also broken and waiting to be re-awoken. I really hoped I was right. I had a fair bit of experience with magic to assume my theory could be correct, however I didn't often dabble with Aphrodite's specific variety of magic. Most of the time love magic isn't very helpful when waging war, sometimes it can make normally smart people do stupid things, however I was generally more interested in what Hecate had to offer. Anyway I hoped I would be able to establish a connection with the tree in Central Park, to allow my sword to disappear keeping it safe from any thieving monster. But I knew in order to get it back I would need Sarah's help in camp. I assumed establishing connection with a magic love tree would work similarly to how I tethered myself to the mortal world before I jumped in the sticks. So I closed my eyes and thought about Sarah, the way her eyes sparkled like gems when she told me about a new book she was reading. Or the way she always laughed good-naturedly when she was struggling to reach something on a high shelf. I thought about her funny little head tilt whenever I said something that must've tripped her power. Mostly I thought about how much I missed her, and that even if the camp killed me on site it would be worth it as long as she was safe from my old army. Keeping my eyes closed I pictured Sarah then kissed the tree. Finally something happened, the trunk of the tree changed. I felt it soften, no longer feeling hard as stone, instead of being smooth and cold it took on the texture of a living tree with rough itchy bark. I opened my eyes in time to see a flash of pink light and my sword was gone. As I climbed out of the tree I saw the sun was just beginning to rise. If I was going to get everything done in time I had to hurry. I turned out of the park and joined the crowd of pedestrians on their way to their work. I strode

down the busy sidewalk weaving in and out of the crowd until I found the guy I was looking for. He looked to be about my age, and worked in the office building just to my left. The young man always rode his motorcycle to work, always parked about right here and always arrived at 6:30 AM. He also had a bad habit right after he climbed off his bike to put his keys in his back pocket, unfortunately for him it made it all too easy for me to bump into him and take the keys right out of his pocket without him noticing. I nodded a quick apology after bumping into him and went to stand at the crosswalk. The young man looked annoyed but was in a hurry so didn't think to check his pocket for his keys or he I just hadn't lived in New York all that long. After he disappeared in the office building. I went back to the motorcycle, turned the key in the ignition and joined the morning rush-hour. I rode around a few blocks to make sure that I wasn't being followed yet before turning off onto a couple small side streets, then stashed the bike in a dead-end alleyway. Now that I was unarmed and had my getaway ride ready there were only two things left for me to do. Sumen Tammy the Impusa and set her on myself, then trick my former army into trying to ambush me in this alleyway. If I was going to get the camp to take care of my problem for me and not kill me I had to set everything up perfectly. After summing Tammy, I proceeded to walk around the area pretending to look for jobs, while I waited for Tammy to catch my scent and my stalkers to get back on my tail. After a few hours I finally felt watchful eyes on me, stopping at a crosswalk I could see in the reflection of the outdated office building, a Red headed cop sliding into his police cruiser. Cruising I crossed the street with a mob of pedestrians and hailed a cab.

"Morning young man, where can I take you today?"

"Just drive."

The cabby mumbled something I couldn't quite catch, as he pulled into traffic. New York City cab drivers knew better than to ask questions when someone told them to just drive. I slid into the middle seat so I could see in the rearview mirror, and sure enough three cars behind us the cruiser pulled into traffic. I directed the cabby to take several random turns hoping the cruiser wouldn't follow unfortunately it did. Which meant my plan was suddenly going to be about three times harder now that my stocker for the day was none other than my older half brother Eric, a member of the NYC Police force. Unlike most half blood's Eric not only used but was rather proficient with a handgun which had been specifically modified to fire both celestial bronze and mortal bullets. Upon verification of who was following me I directed the cabbie to a coffee shop about a block away from where I had stashed the bike. Sliding out of the cab I handed the driver some cash, as he drove away I glanced across the street at a bar just starting to open. I really wished that I had time to get something stronger than a cup of black coffee. Unfortunately I knew that if I was going to be dodging celestial bronze bullets in about an half an hour I would need to be completely sober. Maybe I would get lucky and Eric's gun would jam or even partially combust. I never quite understood why he insisted on using a gun as his weapon of choice. In half blood hands guns had a nasty habit of failing in one way or another, Eric himself had some nasty scars on his hands and arms from the multiple times his gun had misfired and even half exploded in his hands. Despite that he refused to switch to a more traditional weapon even though I had forced him to learn swordplay.

Distracted by my brother being added to the equation I didn't actually look through the glass door of the coffee shop until my hand was already on the door pulling it open then I froze. The guy at the end of the line waiting to order looked up at me as the bells on the door jangled. We stood in our respective places staring at each other for at least a count of three, Mark looked just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I heard a sound like air escaping from a slashed tire. Quickly I stepped inside the door slamming it behind me causing Tammy the Impusa to go splat against the door like a person in one of those Windex commercials. No sooner than she bounced off the door and stumbled back dazed I threw it open again and ran out. After a moment of hesitation I heard the sound of Mark's sword being drawn and he took off after me. I sprinted down the busy sidewalk past Eric's car with Tammy and Mark just a few yards behind me. Anyone that didn't move out of the way fast enough got pushed either by me, the monster or Mark, not far behind I heard the sirens on Eric's car blare. My plan wasn't going exactly the way I wanted it to but it could still work as long as I didn't get shot, meaning I had to get off Main Street. Still sprinting I shoved someone off his skateboard, ignoring the cry of surprise and outrage I jumped onto his still moving board barely managing to keep my balance. I pushed off with my foot to regain momentum then swerved down the first side road I could, Mark and the Impusa falling quickly behind but the sirens were getting closer. I pushed the skateboard as fast as I could and then veered down a small street into an alleyway right as Eric turned onto the street I had been on. I careened down several more small side streets and alleyways knowing that Eric couldn't turn as fast as I could on the small roads. Even so I barely reached the Dead end alleyway I had stashed the bike in. As soon as I was close enough I launched myself off the skateboard and rolled behind the dumpster as a gunshot sounded and a bullet flew right past my ear. My arms and legs stung from hitting the pavement. A few scratches and bruises were better than a gunshot wound or being dead. I fumble for keys in my pocket as another bullet hits the side of the dumpster this time going all the way through and hitting the wall just missing my right shoulder. I climbed onto the bike trying to make myself as small of a target as I could and careened out from behind the dumpster in time to run over the monster. Tammy exploded into a cloud of dust. Mark, who also managed to catch up on an electric scooter, dove out of the way to avoid also being hit by the motorcycle. Except for the bullet that grazed my left arm this part of the plan had gone perfectly. Gritting my teeth I peeled out of the alleyway with Eric on my tail sirens blaring leaving Mark behind. At the first opportunity I got onto the main road and swerved across three lanes of traffic to avoid the next gun shot that was being aimed at me. Eric and I drove like a madman swerving in and out of traffic while he shot at me, before long we neared a main intersection with five lanes of cross traffic going instead of slowing down I sped up weaving in and out of the oncoming traffic to get to the other side of the road. Horns blared and tires screeched but I made it to the other side alive, though from the sounds of collision behind me I wasn't sure if Eric had. Glancing back I saw no signs of pursuit from Eric what I did see though was a massive pileup and Mark maneuvering around it on his scooter. And turning my attention back to the road in front of me I swerved narrowly avoiding crashing into a brown Cadillac that just screeched out of a side road then veered to follow me. Glancing in the small mirror I saw Daniel a son of Nike leaning out of the Cadillacs window aiming what was probably a poison tipped arrow at me. I wished I could have my sword but if any of this was going to be believable I had to be unarmed. The arrow sallied straight for me and I had no way to swerve as cars were speeding past me in the hopes not to get caught in whatever the driver's were seeing. With no other options I reduced my speed and got as low as I could allowing the Arrow to fly ahead of me. It felt far longer than it really was but I finally made it to Long Island then the last of the buildings and houses gave way to farmland and fields. Now that the Cadillac and I were the only ones on the road I thought it would be easier to stay alive. Apparently Alabaster had other ideas, a ball of fire sailed past me hitting the road not far off my left and turned the asphalt into a bubbling pothole. I sped up more now pushing about two-hundred miles an hour. It was risky though as the roads switched between asphalt and dirt they became rougher harder to keep a control of the motorcycle as the roads became worse, more ruts, more potholes and more chances to get launched over the handlebars. As if dodging fireballs and arrows wasn't hard enough I know how to also dodge in the bad spots in the road. I just had to make it a little bit further just a little bit farther. The dirt road became less of a road, more of a trail with tire tracks through grass as a huge hill rose in view with a pine tree standing on its crest. Glancing in the mirror I felt my heart stop. A fireball was coming right at me desperately. I tried to swerve but to my horror so did the fire ball. I had no idea alabaster could make homing fireballs! I made a split second decision. I threw myself off the bike and rolled for all I was worth. As I tumbled through the grass. I heard the sound of an explosion and felt the heat of the motorcycle combusting but I heard another sound, another crash and I didn't hear the car behind me anymore. When I finally stopped being thrown by the forces of physics I sat up dazed, amazed I hadn't broken anything. Looking around I saw the Cadillacs front end in a ditch. Trying to swerve away from the fireball and then ditching the bike probably just saved my life more than once. A Long ditch only partially filled in, curved halfway around the base of the hill, I had delayed the inevitable by swerving to avoid the fireball, throwing myself off the bike saved me from going into the ditch and consequently being launched over the handlebars, while I knew how to tuck and roll I was no acrobat. Stumbling to my feet I started staggering up the hill slowly at first then finding my footing in my balance as my senses returned allowing me to go faster. I knew the only reason why I didn't really feel the effects of my fall was the adrenaline coursing through my system but I would use it while I had it. After all, I still had to make it to the Harth preferably alive. As I got close to the crest of the hill I forced my bruised and bleeding body to run. The dragon snapped at my heels narrowly missing. I made it across the border, but unlike the last time I had been chased here I wasn't safe yet, I had to get to the Harth. Gravity lent speed to my feet as I raised down the hill, sprinting through the camp I took the most direct route to the Harth even so I heard shouts of confusion from behind me. It wouldn't be much longer before someone recognized me. I dodged two kids with a wheelbarrow full of metal and hurdled over a bench the Stoleswere painting with who knows what. Then I heard it.

"IS THAT LUKE!?"

"THAT IS HIM!"

"IT'S LUKE!"

"STOP HIM!"

"KILL HIM!"

The last cry undoubtedly came from Clarice. Shouts to stop me or kill me ring closer than I would like. I heard the towing of a bow strong and dove for the dirt an arrow shot over my head. I pushed myself up and ran as soon as I was down in the dirt. A sword glittered into existence right in front of my face barely dodging it I kept running. I could see the Hearth now just a few yards away, the only problem was I had an army of angry orange Greeks after me. Another bowstring twined another arrow whistled it landed right where my foot had been a millisecond before. Without quite realizing what I was doing I started praying to Hestia that I was close enough, allowed I yelled over and over,

"SANCTUARY! I CLAIM SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY!"

I heard another projectile whistling through the air. The half bloods were closer now if I threw myself to the side to dodge, I probably wouldn't have time to make it to the hearth. Instead I threw myself into a slide that any professional baseball player could be proud of. Gritting my teeth against the pain of losing more skin as I slid I felt my hand touch the stone ringing the hearth fire, I flipped to my back yelling,

"I CLAIM SANCTUARY!"

Unfortunately a bronze sword was already on its way down about to cleave me into. When out of nowhere a sword seeming to be completely carved out of bone its hilt wrapped in the hide of some monster came out of nowhere blocking the strike and saving my life. Annabeth Chase stepped in front of me with a warhelm firmly on her head and a knife at her belt. I couldn't see her face but I could imagine the expression she wore. The other half bloods is backed up as she demanded in a tone that was steely and cold.

"SHERMAN YANG WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? WHAT EXACTLY ARE ALL OF YOU DOING?"

no one answered except for Sherman who tried to stammer some kind of explanation.

"Well it's Luke… and I thought… well you see… he's an enemy so… why did you save him? I thought you of all people would.."

"DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE."

Sherman looked like he wanted to turtle into his T-shirt which was a funny look for an Aries kid but he stayed put. Annabeth continued her voice still carrying an edge of danger towards everyone but it was clear and easy to understand.

"HE CLAIMED SANCTUARY. DO ANY OF YOU REALIZE WHAT ASKING FOR SANCTUARY AT THE CENTRAL HEARTH MEANS."

no one answered, no one wanted to risk being wrong.

"IT MEANS WE ARE OBLIGATED TO PROTECT HIM AS LONG AS HE NEEDS IT. NOT ONLY THAT WE ARE OBLIGATED TO PROVIDE FOR ANY NEED HE MAY HAVE AND BE HOSPITABLE. IF ANYONE OF US WERE TO BREAK THAT ANCIENT LOW THE CONSEQUENCES WOULD BE SUVER."

She turned on me and by the five rivers of the Underworld she was scary. Her expression was cold, not exactly angry but there was a light in her eyes that said if I did anything that broke the laws of asking for sanctuary, she would personally make me pay for all my crimes, both to Olympus and her. I knew right then and there by the expression on her face that while the fields of punishment had been bad she would somehow be worse. She turned back to the others demanding,

"WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL HERE!? HE NEEDS PROTECTION FROM SOMETHING GET READY FOR A FIGHT!"

Everyone scrambled back but before they got far someone yelled.

"DOWN!"

All the experienced half bloods dropped leaving only a few confused souls still standing as an enchanted arrow screamed overhead.

three hours to give us Luke castellan or your borders will fall!