Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Percy Jackson.Chapter 1
I looked around at the airport, twirling my silver bracelet around my wrist. Typical, I thought, just typical. I had waited for an hour now, and I was getting really annoyed. Leave it to my brother to forget his own little sister. I huffed loudly and grabbed my luggage and my back bag. He obviously wasn't coming. That's totally fine, I'll just grab a taxi and make him pay for it when I arrive. Bloody idiot, that one.
I was tired from traveling from the east coast to the west coast. I didn't like planes, but I sure as hell wasn't going to travel by train. It's quite a long way from New York to Washington, and I like to keep as comfy as possible, thank you very much. The taxi driver put my luggage into the trunk while I climbed onto the backseat with my back bag. I'm not paranoid, but I wasn't going to risk losing my stuff. As it was really important... Stuff.
I told the man the addresses and assured him that my brother was going to pay him, as he looked at my appearance not believing I had that kind of money on me. I put my earphones on and let the land of dreams lure me in.
I woke up when the car stopped abruptly. My hand immediately went to my bracelet, but I withdrew it when I realised that the halt was caused by the taxi's arrival to my final destination. I got out of the car, marched to the front door of my brother's house and banged at the wooden door as loudly as I could. I could hear steps from the other side of the door, and finally I was greeted by the sight of my half-naked, yawning big brother. He looked confused at first, then recognised me as his face paled.
"Oh, shit."
"Yeah, I'll deal with you later, big brother, but first you need to pay for my taxi driver."He looked around me, seeing the impatient driver leaning to his car. My brother nodded like a good boy and went to fetch his wallet. After he paid the man and took my luggage inside, he turned to face me, his hands up in the air, surrendering.
"I honestly forgot! I had a rough night, lots of tribe business to deal with."
"Yeah? Well, try to forget this one," I said as I mustered all my strength and punched him in the stomach. He bend over, whimpering like a big baby, but when he straightened up, he was smirking."Good to have you back, little sis. Missed you, Ellie." He wrapped me into a hug. Man, that boy had grown since I last saw him. What was he eating, a herd of cows for a light breakfast? Damn, if he weren't my brother I would admit that he almost looked hot with those new muscles and all. Almost.
"It's good to be back, Sammy. I missed you too."
I hadn't seen my brother for four years. A long time, but we both had our own things to worry about. Sam was some kind of a chief here at La Push, at least he was treated like one. I, on the other hand, had my friends and kinda my family too back in New York. I had moved there four years ago to go to a great art school, because, you know, art is my thing. And literature too, and all that 'express yourself freely' shite.
Of course, things back at home weren't so good either. I'm not the daughter of Joshua Uley, you see. And when you are not the daughter of your mother's husband, even if that husband is the worst bloody bastard on Earth, then things tend to get kinda awkward. So, I packed all the possession I could fit into my suitcases and took the next flight to New York. My mom had called and asked her cousin if I could bunk at her place until I could get into that school and move into the dorms there. As it was winter, the move to the dorms had to wait six moths until I actually got into the school. But yeah, life had been good until recently.
La Push had never felt like home to me. My mom and big bro lived there, sure, but I wasn't into that small town life, and living in a reservation just wasn't my thing, especially when I looked nothing like a real Quileute, not like my mom and brother did. No, instead of black hair, brown eyes and a warm brown skin, I looked like an Australian surfer girl, with my blonde hair, baby-blue eyes and short figure. Unlike my brother, who was as tall as a skyscraper if you asked me, I was happy as a
5' 3" shortie. My height was just optimal. Who needed to be able to reach the highest shelf anyway?
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The Quileute daughter of Apollo (PJO x Twilight)
FanfictionEllie, also known as Liz, is looking forward to seeing her brother after four long years. Ellie's life back at La Push wasn't always great, but compared to Liz, Ellie had it easy. A lot can change in four years. Liz has had a life of her own, and s...