Alexandra Jackson

Chapter 2

           

Chapter 2 – 'Oh for the love of Zeus' underpants'

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Percy Jackson, The Avengers and anything else referenced.

-Love, Sydney Carter

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My eyes drifted open and adjusted to the light lingering in the alleyway, it wasn't overly bright, but overall far clearer than it was during the night time. Although you'd expect that anyways since day time has daylight and so on.

A halting though of alarmed me, where were Kelli and her cheerleader sidekick? Kelli should have killed me or at least Kelli's companion should have, so why wasn't I dead? It would seem peculiar that they just abandon me, unless someone interrupted them, if so, where was my saviour?

Unlike people in movies, I couldn't be cliché and say, 'Oh am I dead?' because when you die your soul moves on to the DOA recording studios and that's the first thing you register before paying the miserable Italian suit lover Charon. Charon, not Chiron, that's an awful mistake to make, to lead you to the underworld.

That's when it all clicked, I should have died or at least been paralysed unless they had transpired to do something more torturous. A little while ago in Monster Mythology 101 at Camp Half-Blood, we learnt that Empousa are descendant of vampires and could very occasionally pass on this trait.

I was a vampire!

Gods, please don't let me be like those Twilight fairies! I racked my brains trying to remember the ins and outs of that lesson, I couldn't.

"Oh, for the love of Zeus' underpants!" I screamed heavenward in frustration, it was not Zeus' fault, it was the fates, yet it seemed appropriate at the time, perhaps I'd even get smitten.  The only reaction it concurred was one where regular mortals look down the alley in confusion. Probably think I'm drunk, well guess what mortals, jokes on you mortals, I'm too young to get drunk.

I heard the thunder rumble in annoyance, thank Gods, some response, but not the one I had exactly been aiming for. I was expecting the drama queen to come down with his mighty and powerful lighting, he did not. Whether I'd actually angered him enough or my father or some other God fond of me stopped him was another matter.

There was a small howl of wind that passed down the alleyway, bringing the scent of an army of mortals at the entrance of the alley towards me. Instantly my salivary glands worked overtime at the thought of mortals!

Biting into their soft fleshy skin and their hot blood running down my throat like lemonade. The crunch as I accidentally tore into a bone and a chewy muscle on a bodybuilder. Yum, yum, yum. With so many choices as well, it was overwhelming, much like having thousands of choices at a restaurant.

Suddenly I snapped out of my thoughts, they were invasive and made me feel strange and hungry. A turmoil of hatred kicked off as I suddenly realised the extent of my wishes, to eat and kill some innocent mortal just as Kelli had, the dead mortal a few steps ahead of me reminded me of that. Her sadistic smile flashed through my mind.

Yet, while these thoughts were off-putting, it didn't stop the burning sensation at the back of my throat, like an awful sore throat. Later I'll have to do some IM-ing to the contacts and find out if there is a cure or at least an alternative.