Now standing in front of the sign, I questioned how I was to transport myself and find a home.
Turns out all you need is a smile and a gentleman-like manner to get a ride into town. The person who picked me up was a girl -I'd say looking around 17- with blond hair that looked similar to Annabeth's. The only difference between her hair and Annabeth's was that Annabeth's skin was a bit darker, making her hair look more pronounced and light. The blond girl cleared her throat, looking me up and down with a questionable look.
"Seems like your not from around here," she commented.
"I'm from New York," I stated, "Manhattan area." The blond girl pursed her lips, gripping the steering wheel earnestly.
"What's your reason for coming here?" the blond girl asked, flipping her hair back, probably to see better as she drove.
"Family issues. I needed to get away from them," I commented before biting my lip. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bandage around the girl's neck, blood darkening a splotch in the middle. The girl seemed to be wearing a scarf to try and hide the bandage.
"How did you get hurt?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Hurt?" the blond girl asked a little too quickly. Seemed like she knew what I was talking about.
"The bandage on your neck. The one with a blood splotch a bit off from the center." The blond girl bit her lip.
"Do you look at every girl's neck?" she asked.
With a puzzled expression, I answered, "No, why would I?" Silence drew throughout the car as the blond girl turned onto a driveway. Slowing down and stopping at a fourth of a mi away, she turned to a circle drive. I smelled something distant, a pungent smell suddenly erupting; the smell of a monster circled through the air.
"Where are we?" I asked, becoming on high alert.
"You said you needed a place," she answered, taking note of how I reacted. I cursed myself in Greek, knowing I shouldn't have freaked out. That only made me more suspicious. She stopped and parked the car, getting out. I opened my own door and pushed my body out, suddenly realizing as I stood up that I was tired. Hope I wasn't going to stay with a serial killer. Taking a deep breath, I followed the blond, who was now at the door of the house. After the blond girl ran the doorbell, she turned to me.
"These are some of my close friends. Don't judge them and keep your distance. I'm only using this as a last resort 'cause I can't offer up my own home to a stranger."
'It was better for your friends to get the stranger than you? Such a friend,' I thought, looking around myself. I heard the front door open a second later, showing a guy with jet black hair, much to the color of my own, looking like he was in his late 20's; he had an egotistical aura to him. The pungent smell of a monster reeked from him, making me scrunch my nose. The guy looked from the blond to me and back to the blond.
"Why did you bring a stranger here?" he hissed at her.
"Because I don't know if he is a... you know," the blond girl hissed back, glaring daggers at the guy. The guy huffed and opened up the door wider to show a bar, a bottle of whiskey laying on the counter of said bar.
"Come on in, stranger. Guess this is a hotel now." Nervous, my ADHD started to act up, looking throughout the entire room with interest.
"See you Caroline," the guy said before shutting the door behind him, leaving me inside the house.
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Once in a lifetime (TVD and PJO) - Unfinished
PertualanganHello, so this is my second crossover with the Vampire Diaries and Percy Jackson, which is kind of exhilarating and scary at the same time. Anyways, onto the description: Percy just wants to leave his family. Leave all his troubles behind. That is...
