Daughter of Hades meets Mr. Frost ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Two

I shuddered as I entered. The house really hated me. "Please leave me alone," I breathed as I felt the house trying to twist my mind. "I won't do anything to you." It relaxed.

"Rebecca, are you okay? You look pale." Annabeth sounded concerned.

I have her a shaky smile. "I'm always pale. I'm fine."

"Alright. Charlie, Silena, come down! Your new sister is here!" She yelled up the stairs. There was loud creaking noise and suddenly kids were right in front of me. And I mean right in front of me.

Charlie was older than Silena, and he looked to be about four. He was wearing a blue shirt and black shorts, and he had a messy mop of blond curls on top of his head, clashing brilliantly with his sea green eyes. Silena was about two and was wearing a gray dress that matched her eyes, and she had straight black hair that was down to her shoulders. It was obvious that they were Annabeth and Percy's actual children.

"Hiya!" Charlie chirped, running up to me and clinging onto my left leg.

Silena copied Charlie, running up and hugging my right leg, saying, "Hiya!"

I stood on my right leg and lifted my left up high. "How do I get him off?" I asked Percy, dead serious. He just laughed. I grabbed Charlie under the arms and lifted him onto my hip. "Please don't grab onto my leg," I told him. He squirmed and I let him down. He grabbed onto my leg again. I closed my eyes, chewed my gum, counted to ten, and smiled. I managed to pry them off my legs with the promise of telling them bedtime stories for a month. If I even last here that long, I thought gloomily.

"We already have a room for you, it's the whole attic. There's a bed and a dresser for your clothes already up there."

I smiled at Annabeth gratefully. "Thank you, Mrs. Jackson."

"Please, call me anything but Mrs. Jackson. It's much too formal."

"But calling you mom would be weird too. We're only a few years apart, I think. I'm 17 or so."

"Just call me Annabeth. I don't mind." She laughed a little.

I felt so guilty. This was a lovely little family, but now that I was here, something would probably find me and destroy it. I made a promise then and there that I would protect these children at the cost of own life. I swear on the River Styx I will protect these children to my death. The sky rumbled. "Okay, Mrs. Jac- I mean, Annabeth. Can I go up to the attic?"

"Of course. This is your home now." I took hold of my suitcase and carried it up the two flights of stairs to the attic. I froze once I threw my stuff down on the bed. It was ice cold up here, and I could sense something. Something not entirely human was up here.

They were watching me.

I reached up for my necklace and the chill intensified. I spun around, seeing no one, and held my necklace tighter. The smell of rot and death pervaded the room, and I looked straight up. There was a flickering form on the ceiling, of a white-haired boy. A ghost? I had time to think before he jumped down. I reached in my backpack and pulled out my hammer. "Who- who's there?" I said, my voice wavering slightly. No answer. "I know you're there. I can sense you." I walked over to the boy and grabbed his hair. I raised my hammer over my head. "Who. Are. You." I hissed. Then his form flickered and he disappeared. I grabbed my necklace and the smell of corpses became prevalent. The window banged open and I saw his flickering form outside. I slammed the window closed and locked it. I fell on my bed, still holding my necklace as the smell became stronger, reassuring me that everything would be all right. My father was watching over me. I would be fine. I chewed my gum and slowed my breathing down. Them I pulled out my sketchbook and started drawing the places and people from my dreams. A black castle with skeletons and zombies as guards. A throne made of human bones fused together. A faceless man with a crown sitting on the throne, with souls sewn into his black robes and the smell of death and decay. I knew that faceless man was my father. I had never told anyone, because who would believe me? That my father had appeared in my dreams? They would just call me mental and send me to a government institution to get me off of their hands.