(A/N): Short chapter, but hey, at least its here, right guys?

Leo

He was not at all what I had been expecting.

The very first thing I noticed about him was the big, old, black leather jacket he was wearing, covered in pins and patched, some looking like they had been put on there yesterday, others looking like they were at least a few decades old. The jacket had metal spikes along the shoulders, but clearly a few had fallen off- or, more accurately- had been broken off, and they led me upwards to his hair. It was black, and currently pulled back in a small bun, but I would guess it was long enough to brush his shoulders when loose.

His eyes, in stark contrast to my blue ones, were a rich brown, something similar to coffee beans, though the comparison lacked something I simply couldn't identify. The biggest difference, however, was his skin. It was dark- not as dark as Brooke's friend Ezra's, nowhere near- but it was a very nice olive tone, and I was willing to bet he had a tan from being in the sun to go with his naturally deeper complexion.

You could see the resemblance just looking at him, his jaw strong like our fathers, his nose the same shape, just a little broader, and as he crossed his arms over his chest I felt a chill run through me.

It was uncanny.

His eyes drew across us, but they lingered on Danniel, and after a second, I realised why.

Danniel was the one that most resembled him. No one looked enough like my father for him to put it together, so he looked for his own features reflected back at him in the crowd.

I didn't look enough like my own father for my half brother to be able to recognise me.

I felt a rush of panic as he opened his mouth, not wanting this to get anymore awkward than it needed to be.

"I'm- Leonides." His eyebrows shot up as I stepped forward, and he eyed the hand I extended towards him like it had 'trap' written all over it.

"Hercules."

Hercules

He certainly wasn't what I had expected. He was tall, almost as tall as me, and I was well over six feet tall. He was blonde, very blonde, and he was whiter than an emerald-eyed tree frog. His eyes were a familiar blue, and now that it was pointed out to me, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed that particular feature earlier.

"So... You're my baby brother, eh?" I teased as I accepted his offered handshake, pretending I didn't feel the way his hand trembled in mine, and he blinked in undisguised surprise.

"Umm... I guess?" As soon as the handshake ended, he swept a hand over his hair, gripping the locks at the nape of his neck in a comforting gesture I had seen our father make countless times.

"You seem nervous." I suggested, crossing my arms over my chest as the whole clan watched me warily.

"...Er, yeah, I guess I am?" He seemed surprised by such a straightforward observation.

"Don't worry." I said, a grin spreading across my face. "I won't bite." It wasn't a very good joke, but it did seem to calm everyone down a little. "So... What finally took down our dear old dad?"

(A/N): I hate describing characters. Also, Leo is an awkward bean.

This chapter has had minor edits made to it on 4/1/22 - I learned a new Colombian phrase and decided to have Herc use it to describe Leo. Rather than saying Leo's skin was 'like the meat of a coconut- exceptionally pale, but not necessarily dead looking, like one would expect a vampire to look.' I changed it to 'he was whiter than an emerald-eyed tree frog', which is apparently a common saying in Colombia, which is where Herc is from.