If Looks Could Kill *Percy Jackson and the Olympians*

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

 That night, I dreamt of eyes. I know, it sounds weird, but just listen.

 I stared into his sea green eyes...Captivating. At first, I didn't hear what exactly he was saying. But then I realized he was saying my name repeatedly, and I snapped to reality, in a sense.

  At first, I thought it was Percy staring back at me. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He reached for my hand, but as he reached for me, his eyes got darker, his skin got tanner, his smile smaller.

 Percy turned into Dominic, who still reached out to take my hand. He smiled as if to reassure me where I needed no reassurance. He had almost taken my hand, when his eyes turned a brilliant blue, and his smile widened and was suddenly brighter. Dominic got taller, his skin even tanner.

 Now the boy standing in front of me, holding my hand in one of his own, was Luke. I smiled back, opening my mouth to speak, but I never got the chance. His blue eyes turned brown, his skin turned lighter, his dirty blond hair turned chocolate brown. Devin now stood with me, clutching my hand.

 He was trying to say something....the words wouldn't come out...I couldn't hear him....

 I woke, in that moment, the sunlight berating down on me through the curtained windows of Aphrodite cabin. In daylight, it was a lot....pinker than I had thought it would be. On the bright side at least, it was more of a purple than pink. I had always cared for gray, but that was beside the matter.

 I fiddled with Agápe on my wrist, before remembering I probably shouldn't do that unless I wanted to get myself skewered. 

 I made my way to the bathroom, wanting to take a shower. On my way there, I passed by Rose, who was just opening her eyes. She smiled when she first saw me, then she got a good look at me, and her porcelain face split into a knowing smile.

 I gave her a funny look, but kept on walking.

 When I was in the bathroom, I stopped and looked in the mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever Rose was smiling about.

 I think I screamed so loud even the monsters on the other side of the country could hear me. I ran to the mirror and blinked, as if this was purely a figment of my imagination. I rubbed your eyes viciously, pinched myself, but nothing would wake me up from this nightmare.

 Why wasn't I waking up? Because part of me, deep down inside knew: I wasn't imagining. This was real.

 A bunch of my 'siblings' woke up with a start. When they saw me gaping in the mirror at myself and noticed what was going on, they all laughed.

  "Ah, I see mom sent her blessing to you last night, hmm?" said Rose, as she sleepily got up and walked to my side, resting a hand on my shoulder.

 I couldn't believe it. My hair which should've been tangled or matted and messy was instead sleek and silky and curly. My clothes, which had been your sweaty and ripped jeans and a tee shirt, were gone. Now, I was wearing a black skirt about knee length and a sky-blue top. On my feet, I wore a pair of silky, black flats. My face was covered in makeup-everything from foundation to lipstick to eye shadow. I was horrified.

 "What happened to me?!" I exclaimed to Rose as I desperately tried to scrape off the makeup. But that stuff was like cement- suffocating and refusing to budge.

 "It's no use, Vi," she said, "that makeup is staying in your face for about two days. But this is moms blessing. Now that you're her daughter, she can't have you looking a mess," said Rose tiredly, as if she had told this to a million people.