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Fur Elise Pt.2

"Play me like my name is Fur Elise, lie to me and say you'll never leave, play me like your twisted melody."

"Still wanna stay, still believe in good days."

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                                           _______________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐Reluctantly, I observed as Ares watched Percy and I could see the way his influence was starting to effect Percy already. Panic set into my veins , I slouched in my seat and raised my leg slamming the flat of my knee against the tables underside startling everyone but him.
The glare that I levelled him with was enough to convey my message clearly.

Watch yourself.

Ares smirked wickedly and I could basically feel the explosive deadbeat energy from across the table, I foresaw Percy's reaction. So I made the decision to forgo my argument and observe.

"So you're old Seaweed's kid, huh?"

I rolled my eyes irritably. I should be stuffing my cheeks full with quest food ,not watching a century old fogey rage bait a dyslexic demigod .

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I shouldve been surprised, or scared , but instead I felt like I was looking at my stepdad, Gabe. I wanted to rip this guy's head off. "What's it to you?"

Beside me Y/N watched with sharp eyes. She sat up in her seat, kicking Ares under the table repeatedly. Like a kid throwing a tantrum. Her agenda with him was a clear as her intent.

Hatred.

But as one girl was lost in her heart the other was lost in her head , Annabeth's eyes flashed me a warning . "Percy, this is ──"

The biker raised his hand.

"S'okay," he said. "I don't mind a little attitude. Long as you remember who's the boss." Y/N grumbled something incoherent, bitterly." You know who I am , little cousin?"

Then it struck me why this guy looked familiar. He had the same viscous sneer as some at Camp Half-blood, the ones from cabin five. His smug expression matched the one that I've seems many times in my life directed at her victims in victory. And as my eyes slowly moved from him to her I saw the family resemblance. Some fire behind their eyes, same nose, same scowl. It was uncanny.

"You're Clarisse's dad," I said, mindful not to cart my best friend into that boat with him. He would be lucky to ever have her consider him as a being,much less her dad. He didn't deserve to be lotted into the same sentence as Y/N.

And she didn't need that right now.

Area grinned and took off his shades. Where his eyes should've been, there was only fire, empty sockets glowing with miniature nuclear explosions.

"Repulsing." You remarked, and her voice sharp with saltiness, Annabeth  kicking her shin under the table. Y/N bit her lip, and opting to keep her discomfort hidden in the presence of Ares.

Ares rolled his eyes not even sparing his child a glance. "That's right , punk. I heard you broke Clarisse's spear."

"She was asking for it."

"Probably. That's cool. I don't fight my kids fights, you know?" Yeah , you create them. "What I'm here for─I heard your were in town. I got a proposition for you."

Why do people automatically assume that thia quest was assigned to me alone and not Y/N and I.

"Why aren't you adressing us both?" I  asked a little offended on my best friends behalf. He basically ignored her involvement in the situation,  dismissing her importance in this quest.