Alexandra Jackson

Chapter 3

           

Chapter 3 – 'Shopping for useless disgusting food'

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

-Love, Sydney Carter

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I had been in this hut for a week experimenting on myself, which is probably unethical, but who's going to stop me? As it turns out, I've debunked the theory that wood turns vamps to dust, it just feels as if it's burning and throbbing, wood can break my skin, but once all wooden splinters had been washed off I healed, I suppose if I was stabbed with a wooden stake could potentially kill me, but I wasn't planning on testing the theory.

Garlic didn't kill me, but I had a vampire equivalent of an allergic reaction which was where my movements got sluggish and black spots appeared in my vision, I basically became more human. It sucked, I thirsted blood and my desire kept growing stronger and stronger, I refused to give in to my instinct though. Thankfully I was stronger, way faster and had amazing eyesight, I may sound cocky and whatnot, just what good is there in moping?

The one thing I did keep from my demigod life was my hydr... hydrokinesis- at least that's what Annabeth called it, so I was still a freak, just now I was an awesome freak. The best part of all of it was that I had fangs, sure they were longer, sharper and more vicious canines, but any argument you have is invalid because... FANGS!

So, anyway apparently my dad discovered that I was missing and is sending a small hurricane to Long Island, judging by it, it shouldn't be too strong, however as a safety precaution beach huts were being evacuated. I could probably stop dad if I told him I was okay, I'm just pathetic though, I'm scared as to how he'd react to my current predicament.

Having now been forced to dump my keys and leave the house, I decided I wanted to go shopping and test out if I could still eat human food, mmm just the thought makes me salivate! I'd better be able to eat human delicacies.

If I couldn't... Gods you better watch out, you too you beastly fates, and I'm not forgetting you, you demon furies! I'd miss my mom's blue chocolate chip cookies, blue cake, all her sweet blue dishes. I'd miss pancakes and syrup, Gods there's so much that I'd miss, although joke's kinda on the fates if I can't eat because that means no more vegetables will be forced down my gullet by mom or Will.

With that, I headed back to Manhattan under the cover of sunrise by which point it was six in the morning, so I was hanging out at the shop my mom usually went. Maybe in a weak attempt to see if I could see her, regardless I had to wait until seven for the shop to open.

When the doors opened I waited several more moments as not to seem too keen, I entered at mortal pace, at first it was fine, but then it hit me like a brick. I could smell everything, I could smell every little particle that was in each product, every little one.

I could smell every colouring, every chemical and every animal bit, it was absolutely revolting! And let me tell you, some of those hamburgers do not have a cow in them.

Oh well, now I was here I may as well try and fit in, so I picked up the metal basket things and headed to the least revolting smelling aisle possible. Maybe it was just a prank, I think it is April actually, who knows? Not me. It could simply be everything smells gross, but, taste amazing, not brussel sprouts though, they stay disgusting.

I went to the clothes aisle first, since obviously it wasn't food and didn't smell so gross and picked out clothes which covered me up apart from my face and looked cool, I could leave my hair down and simply wear a cap, which I dumped into the basket as well.

Next, I headed to the second least revolting aisle, it just so happened to be a meat aisle. At total this point I'm certain that my instinct was pulling me around the shop, navigating me to what would be the closest thing to a human, animal, then the closest thing to blood, meat.

Cautiously, I picked up a chicken and tried to decipher the writing on the packet, it may as well have been in German though, obviously being a vampire does not automatically correct all your issues.

Suddenly something whooshed passed me and being so absorbed by the black scribble I jumped in surprise the 'whooshing' was simply a cart having being shoved by mortals that smelt as if they were high on sugar. Don't ask me how I know this is what was up, they just smelt... Sweeter?

I rolled my eyes and continued trying to decipher this stupid chicken packet. I sighed, "Why am I shopping for useless, yucky smelling and sick tasting food?!" I burst out, completing forgetting my surroundings.

The awkward silence seemed to be louder than all the previous sound, it rang in my ear and screamed for attention.

 

If I could blush red, I would be redder than a tomato. Rushing over to the fruit section, I pretended to appear if I too was surprised by a shouting lunatic, that is until in one magical moment my dyslexia seemed to vanish. Above some oranges, there was a sign, and it read 'Blood Orngaes', exactly what I needed.