The Quileute daughter of Apollo (PJO x Twilight)

It's a brother-sister thing

Chapter 9

One Iris Message from Will and I was a wreck.

The Camp had a problem. A big one.

I had spent the last days crying. That stupid, stupid boy, why did he always have to be heroic? Now he had gone and blown himself up while destroying Princess Andromeda.

Charles Beckendorf was dead. Percy Jackson was missing in action, presumed dead after his body couldn't be found. I was going to go down to the Underworld and kick his stupid ass for this. That is, if I didn't end up there myself in a few days. Then I could kick his butt for all eternity, or until one of us decided to try rebirth.

Annabeth was a wreck and I felt so bad for her. She had had a major crush on Percy since they were just kids. She never told him and now he was gone.

I had cried against Paul's shoulder for what seemed like years, his hand brushing my hair and soothing my pain. It hurt, it really hurt. The last time I had been this sad was when Lee died. Percy was like a little brother to me, he was someone who could make me smile when no one else could. I was there to talk to him about Rachel and Annabeth when he was confused, although I now regretted never telling him to act on his feelings toward Annabeth.

The others still trained every day, now with Jasper as their only teacher. I could not make myself to act like nothing had happened. I could not get myself together. And I hated myself for that, because the others counted on me to be there. But I couldn't do it. But today, I would have to. It was the 14th of August. The Volturi were coming. With or without Percy. And I had promised to help.

Alice had told us they would come in the evening, right after the sunset. I guess they didn't want people to see them glittering. It would really cut off the edge of their fear-factor, if little children ran to them and asked if they were fairies and if they made wishes come true.

Alice could not see the future clearly because of the wolves and I. It had taken a little while for her to figure out that everything to do with me was all hazy and dream-like. She could not tell fact from fiction.

Half an hour before sunset we made our way to the field Alice had seen in her vision. It was really nice, in a flowery sort of way. Yeah, didn't really think much of flowers. That stuff was for the children of Persephone and Demeter.

As I watched the sunset, my heart clenched and I sought out Paul's hand for comfort. I had to harden myself. I could not let the pain of my loss show to our enemies.

Then, the wolves phased and suddenly I was leaning towards a huge pile of fur. I looked around to see the cause and was a little disappointed, to be honest.

They came mere seconds after had the sun set in the horizon. They walked so slowly I was getting frustrated. I needed this to be over. I had to get home. They were going to burn the shrouds tomorrow and if I could make it, at least I would feel some sort of conclusion. I needed to say goodbye to my friends for the last time.

They stopped a few hundred feet from us, the hoods of their fake Voldemort capes covering their faces so I could only see their gleaming red eyes.

Carlisle looked at Edward.

"Should I talk to them?"

During the last weeks, Edward had earned his name back. No more Edweirdo, unless he annoyed me. Then there were no rules. Now, he was looking confused.