The Major and the Demigod (Twilight x Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Ch. 2 What are you doing here?

It was a beautiful hectic morning in Central Park, New York City, New York, on Friday, January 14, 2005. A sixteen-year-old female with long, curly blonde hair and stormy gray eyes named Lydia Swan sits at a bench with her luggage by her side. She is currently wearing a long sleeve hooded grey sweater, black yoga pants, and grey sneakers. Her long curly blonde hair was in a ponytail, and she looked at her surroundings with calculating eyes.

Lydia sees squirrels with nuts stuffed in their cheeks running by her to a tree. She saw families and couples walking by her, conversing about what they should do throughout the day. She also sees bicyclists, scooters, and skaters drive through the park. Her ears picked up pigeons singing, ants crawling, dogs barking, and children laughing.

" Hey, Baby girl," A masculine voice speaks.

Lydia glanced to the right, seeing a guy that looked to be in his twenties smirking at her with a group of guys surrounding him. Her nose twitched, smelling alcohol, cigars, and weed radiating off them. She knew they were terrible news since the people walking by them scurry away in fright.

Lydia looked away, not wanting to interact with them. She turned her gaze to the left, and she softly smiled when she saw a familiar figure getting out of a taxi. She grabbed her luggage and stood up, about to walk away, but stopped when she heard footsteps approaching her from behind.

" Look, Fellas. Wyatt will talk to her," A different masculine voice speaks.

" Where you heading, Baby Girl?" Wyatt asked while walking towards Lydia.

" Not interested," Lydia merely speaks. She began to walk away, but a hand grabbed her right arm. She looks forward and sees the familiar figure spotting her, and they notice the confrontation.

" Son. I suggest you let go of her arm," A forty-year-old male with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes named Charlie Swan approached the two.

" Who are you? Her father or something?" Wyatt asked, looking and sounding annoyed.

" I am warning you. You should let go of that arm if you want your hand not to get broken," Charlie warns.

" Ring. Ring. Ring. We have a winner. Yes, my father is the handsome gentleman standing by," Lydia murmured, looking and feeling annoyed. She hasn't done anything because her father is near and didn't want to cause a scene.

" Look. Old man," Wyatt pulls Lydia closer to him, not hearing her comment. " Leave my girl and me alone," He scowls.

" Well. Your funeral," Charlie innocently whistled while looking at his daughter.

Wyatt opened his mouth, but he closed it when he felt his ribcage getting hit by something. He lets go of Lydia, and he sees that she hurt him.

" The fuck," Wyatt mouth out while hugging himself.

Lydia turns around and cracks her knuckles. She pulls her hoodie down, revealing her curly blonde hair in a ponytail, heart-shaped face, fierce stormy gray eyes, and blade-like scar on her throat as though someone tried to cut her neck and a similar one from the left side of her forehead to her lower chin.

Wyatt warily stared at Lydia. His friends also stared at her as though they were deers that got caught by headlights. The five men immediately felt intimidated by her.

Wyatt slowly put his right hand in his right pant pocket, and he froze when he felt nothing.

" Were you looking for this?" Lydia asked, pulling a gun out of her hooded sweater pocket.

Wyatt's blue eyes widened since he didn't see or feel when Lydia took the gun from him.

While the guys got frozen in fright, Charlie called the park authorities and explained everything. Since he is a fellow police officer, he vouches for Lydia about how she got the gun from Wyatt.