The Gods Pride

Chapter 11~Eliza

Chapter 11

Eliza

We ran up to the top of the hill, trying to get out as quickly as possible so we wouldn't have second thoughts. At the top we all turned around as one, and slowly waved goodbye fully aware that there was no one watching us leave.

"Ok so where are we going again?" Said Peter, ?still looking puzzled even though I was the third time I'd told him. I groaned.

"To the Frost Nightclub. So we can find Hermes and get him to tell us where Aphrodite is. Got it? Ryder! Eyes on the road!" I yelled as we swerved, just missing a tree. We were driving on our way to New York in the old ute that belonged to camp. We were about half an hour away, and I was glad, because our drowsiness was starting to show. "It's ok guys, we're almost there." I said, mostly trying to calm myself down rather than the boys.

"Wait, New York? I can't go there." Said Peter stuttering madly.

"Why?" I said, showing no emotion.

"Because that's where my family is, my girlfriend, my friends. It's not going to go down very well if I suddenly arrive after being 'missing' for two years!" He seemed more worried than angry.

"Haven't you gone and visited your family, during the summer?" Said Ryder, glancing at Peter.

"No, I was scared. Scared of what they would say, what they would do, how they would act." He looked down at his shoes. I nodded with an understanding. We drove the rest of the way in silence.

"Ryder, park somewhere near a toilet, a food store, a clothing shop and The Frost." I instructed. Ryder slowly pulled into a large parking spot which tailored to all our needs. There was a large supermarket, with everything inside, which was just across the road from the nightclub. "Ok, first we get some good clothes, then we get changed. We meet back here in half an hour." I handed everyone a $50 note as I spoke, then looked up. The boys were looking at me like I was boss, which was cool and I liked it. Then I broke away from our tiny little circle, walking over towards the mall.

"Hello sweetie, do you need any help?" Said a small man with spiky red hair, who was probably the owner of the shop.

"I'm looking for something that will 'wow' my friends tonight, because we are going to a nightclub." He nodded, with a little squeal

"Oh, it's been years since we had someone like you. A beautiful wise girl, but young at heart." He grinned. Wise. Young at heart. It was Mrs Dowdey all over again. His arms transformed into leathery wings, not as big as Mrs Dowdey, but still scary. I let out a little yelp before reaching into my pocket for my pen. It amazed me, how it always appeared in my pocket. I jumped at the creature, bringing my sword backwards, then slashing down on it when it was close enough. It disappeared in a flash of gold dust. I wiped my hands on the curtains of the shop, leaving a big black stain. The boys are going to be so impressed, I thought. I picked out a little red dress and slipped into the change rooms. It clung tightly to my chest and stomach, hanging loosely below my waist. I didn't care whether it suited my role or not; it was pretty and that was all the mattered. I grabbed a couple of shirts to use as spares and stuffed them into my backpack. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and slipped on some black Converse shoes. I was done.

I sprinted out of the shop and back to the pickup truck to a very worried pair of boys. "Eliza!" They yelled in unison. The worry was wiped of their faces when they saw me, completely replaced with amazement and desire, scanning my body.

"Guys!" I clicked in front of their faces "we have a god to find, and we can't very well do it if you guys spend that time checking me out!"

"What does she mean, a god to find and why were you checking her out...?" I heard a girls voice say. Out from behind where Peter and Ryder stood, came a girl. About the same age as us, blonde wavy hair which rested on her shoulders, electric blue eyes, and pale skin. She was wearing a revealing pink dress, which barely covered her bottom. I looked at her, full of emotions. Envy. Jealousy. Amazement. Seething bloody anger!

"Who. Is. That." I spat out, fully aware of the jealousy in my voice. I'm sure that the boys thought I was some bipolar demon at this point but I didn't care. I glared at her, as she gripped Ryder and Peters arms, hiding behind them. I gripped the my pen in my hand, tempted to chop her up into a million pieces. I watched Peter shake her off and walk up to me, slowly.

"Put it away Eliza." Peter said calmly. Soon he was right beside me, gripping my arm and slowly taking my pen away. I turned to Peter just as he started whispering to me. "Eliza. I know how much you hate Scarlett at the moment" I stared up at him knowingly. "but I need you to trust me on this one, as a friend, please don't hurt her." I suddenly found myself crying, on the concrete, in Peters arms. I looked up towards Ryder, who just stood there, never meeting my eyes, making me cry even more.

Finally Peter got me moving, with a few encouraging words, and we walked over to the Frost. Okay, so the Frost was not your little corner pub/nightclub, no, this was a full blown night club, with a mega casino and all that. I can't say that it wasn't impressive, because that would be a lie. It was amazing! From the outside it looked like a very modern hotel with just about every inch of it covered in blue lights.

As we neared the entrance I actually started worrying. What if we couldn't get in? What if Hermes wasn't here? All the worrying stopped when we walked straight past the bouncer, almost as if we were invisible. We walked over to a table near the corner and ordered a tray of shots, even though we were under age. As I turned to discuss the plan I witnessed Scarlett sitting on Ryder's lap, whispering in his ear. He was laughing and smiling with her, enjoyment clear in his eyes. I felt the tears come to the brim of my eyes but never leave. I couldn't stand watching them. It was all too much. I grabbed one shot of bitter alcohol and downed it quickly, feeling a burning sensation trail down my throat. Then another, and another, until I had taken about five shots.

"I'm goin' to dance." I could already hear a slur in my voice as I jumped onto the dance floor, leaving them all behind.