Those blue eyes. A.C x oc fem

3.7- This one is just sad

☆☆☆☆☆☆Victoire Avery☆☆☆☆☆☆

"What did she want with you?" Bianca asked, once I'd told them about Aphrodite.

"Not sure," I lied. "She said to be careful in her husband's junkyard. She said not to pick anything up. And something about Silena and Beckendorf. You know."

I decided not to say the thing about Val and Melody. It wasn't that well known and I knew Val would kill me if rumours started.

I really like being alive, in case anyone didn't notice.

Zoë narrowed her eyes. "The goddess of love would not make a special trip to tell thee that. Be careful, Victoire. Aphrodite has led many heroes astray."

"For once, I agree with Zoë," Thalia said. "You can't trust Aphrodite."

Grover and Percy were looking at me funny. I guess it's because they're the ones who know me better. Besides when they hear the words 'love', 'audience' and my name. They also think of Annabeth.

"So," I said, anxious to change the subject, not that anyone noticed. "how do we get out of here?"

"That way," Zoë said. "That is west."

"How can you tell?" Percy asked.

In the light of the full moon, I was surprised how well I could see her roll her eyes at him.

"Ursa Major is in the north," she said, "which means that must be west."

She pointed west, then at the northern constellation, which was a bit hard to make out because there were so many other stars.

"Oh, yeah," Percy said. "The bear thing."

Zoë looked offended. "Show some respect. It was a fine bear. A worthy opponent."

"You act like it was real."

I facepalmed.

"Guys," Grover broke in. "Look!"

We'd reached the crest of a junk mountain. Piles of metal objects glinted in the moonlight: broken heads of bronze horses, metal legs from human statues, smashed chariots, tons of shields and swords and other weapons, along with more modern stuff, like cars that gleamed gold and silver, refrigerators, washing machines and computer monitors.

"Whoa," Bianca said. "That stuff... some of it looks like real gold."

"It is," Thalia said grimly. "Like Vic said, don't touch anything. This is the junkyard of the gods."

"Junk?" Grover picked up a beautiful crown made of gold, silver and jewels. It was broken on one side, as if it had been split by an axe. "You call this junk?"

He bit off a point and began to chew. "It's delicious!"

Thalia swatted the crown out of his hands. "I'm serious!"

I must've been serious, too. Because I didn't even think of Sirius Black.

"Look!" Bianca said. She raced down the hill, tripping over bronze coils and golden plates. She picked up a bow that glowed silver in moonlight. "A Hunter's bow!"

She yelped in surprise as the bow began to shrink, and became a hair clip shaped like a crescent moon. "It's just like Vic's sword!"

Zoë's face was grim. "Leave it, Bianca."

"But-"

"It is here for a reason. Anything thrown away in this junkyard must stay in this yard. It is defective. Or cursed."