The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome

Egyptians

Eon sat on the bus, heading towards Fairfeild, California, in a half daze. They had rented a bus for the entire Twenty First Nome to take to the town that their pharaoh supposively got a message from.

She stared out the window, watching as the San Francisco skyline passed by infront of her.

"Everything okay?" Asked Devraj, sitting down beside her. He normally would of sat with all the "cool" kids in the back. Why was he sitting with her, a nobody follower of Anubis, while he followed the path of Ra?

Maybe because she's the only one who know his secret.

"As fine and dandy as going to meet a bunch Greeks and Romans," Eon whispered to him.

"Okay, just checking." He said getting up and walking back to his seat, bumping into his eleven year-old sister. She stuck out her tongue at the boy six years older than her, and sat beside Eon.

"He's in one of those moods again," the little girl said, sitting back in her seat upon the return from the bathroom.

"You said it."

== LINE ==

"Don't forget to buy more bisquick!" Someone yelled at a couple going into the car in the driveway that she stood in.

The car drove out of the driveway, and the person walked back inside.

"Can you repeat the looks of the suspect?" Eon asked into her walkie-talkie. She brushed her hair out of her face.

"Black hair, green eyes, and a straight sword." Carter Kane replied, static filling his voice.

"Found him. He lives on Jefferson Avenue. Currently out, but has guests in the house. Number unknown, they have all their curtains closed." Eon replied cooly, hiding behind a bush.

She waited a reply, and tugged at her Wisteria collared shirt, making her feel like a coloring box, with her pale purple mixing in with her black and gray.

"You have permission to attack. No casualties. Keeping maiming to a minimum. We'll come in a few."

She got up and walked causally to the house, stuffing the electronic device in her backpack casually. Her backpack was covered in buttons, one with the Vladimir Tod symbol of a smiling vampire.

She knocked on the door, and shifted on her feet as she awaited someone to come answer the door.

"Hello?" A blond haired guy asked, sticking his head out the door. He had a small scar on his upper lip, but besides that his face was like a Greek sculpture. He had his hand on the door frame, revealing a heavily worn wrist, red and inflamed in the spots revealed from behind the bandaging.

She felt deep in her stomach that his thought we're lingering on death, like she would deliver him to the feet of Osiris herself. One of the most wonderful powers of being a daughter of Anubis is that you can sense when people are thinking on death, ether their own or another's.

"Can I help you?" The man asked, trying to look annoyed that a teenage girl had interrupted his family time, but it was obviously painted on his face tht he was terrified.

"I'm selling magazine subscriptions, and I saw somebody was home, so I was wondering..." She trailed off her sentence, hoping the message was clear as to what she had wanted him to do.

"We're not interested." He replied, closing the door on her face.

"Wait!" A little girl yelled, stopping the door from closing and Eon was getting ready to stop it win her foot. "She's the Egyptian."

Startled, Eon glanced questionably at the red haired girl. How did she know that she was Egyptain?

"Well, come in!" She said, doing the hand motion that commonly goes along with that question.

Eon stepped into the home, gripping the strap of her bag as she walked inside. She was the only fifteen year-old in sight, for everyone but the ginger who asked her to come in as somewhere in their twenties. Everyone was scattered around the room, making a total of eight people who were there before. It was a rather small house, but with those many people in the living room and the kitchen alone, surely there would be more upstairs.

"How do you know I'm Egyptian?" Eon asked, shifting on he feet.

"You learn to not question what she knows," the man who opened the door replied, heading to the fridge.

"We're out of apples," a Scottish woman yelled, who was also a ginger.

"I'm Kaysen, this is Amy, Rory, River, Jason, Piper, Hazel, and Frank." The young girl randomly said, pointing at people as she introduced them.

Why was Eon considering this Kaysen girl to be young? She was merely a year younger than her. Sometimes, she surprised herself with what she considers.

"Eon." She answered swiftly, doing a in through on her checklist. She wasn't surrounded, and it wasn't locked, so she could always run out the front door behind her. There were numerous windows nearby. They don't want to keep her hostage here, or they would of put her in the center of the room.

"What kind of name is Eon?" Piper asked, searching through the pantry. It was around noon, so they must be hungry for lunch.

"Piper, don't judge people's names," Jason said, putting his arm around her.

"Maybe we should just order a pizza..." Frank grumbled, holding his stomach.

"Cheese and pepperoni pizzas!" Kaysen cheered excitedly.

As the group debated about what kind of pizza to get and to call, Eon decided to make herself at home. She sat at the kitchen table and searched through her bag for the device she had put in there when she was approaching the house.

"Got 'im" Devraj's staticky voice filled everyone's ears, silencing all others.

"Where are you?" Carter's voice replied. Everyone was staring at Eon as though she knew what was going on. She shifted nervously in her seat.

"Near the stop sign."

Everyone ran to the window. Eon walked slowly to it, knowing what was waiting for them.

Percy Jackson, and his wife, surrounded at sword point, getting out their car with hands up.