The Daughter Of Olympus

Chapter 7: The Babysitter's a Vampire

It had started raining cats and dogs outside. The roads had flooded and were almost starting to resemble rivers. It almost looked like Venice. Although the mucky water,  and soaked houses didn't have that same charming effect as the  waters of venice which contained beautifully crafted boats rather than the occasional redneck canoeing down the street.  

They had gotten the map and Jasper insisted that if it stayed with him then it would be best. Since no one else trusted themselves, they went with it.

Zan, Luna, Nick, and Jasper found refuge from the high scummy water in a random porch of a tall house on a hill. Jasper had pulled the limo up next to the house (with some help).

The ground was slushy and wet, and it was like walking on a sponge. Needless to say, the limo had taken quite a while to get up, and it wasn't a very clean job either. It's once shiny bumper could be placed on a jeep which had trecked through a mud bath and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Zan knocked on the door of the house. No one answered. She knocked again, louder. At first it was quiet but then suddenly-

Still nothing. Zan sighed, frustrated.

"We're stuck." She grumbled. Long car rides really weren't her forte. Neither was falling into dirty water when trying to get a limo up a hill.

"We could always break in." Luna suggested.

"And why would we do that?" Nick asked.  

"Because we need supplies since all of ours are floating out in the streets of New Jersey." Luna stated, pulling out a needle, "Plus, Zan needs a shower."  

"That's stealing." Zan said, crossing her arms. A piece of mud fell from her hair onto the floor. "But true." She added.

"Yeah, it's not like anyone lives in this dump. It looks like it's been repeatedly attacked." Luna mentioned.

Luna began to pick at the lock. The door swung open. They took off their boots and walked down the narrow hallway until they got to the living room. Luna made a beeline for the kitchen while everyone else split up and went to gather supplies.

The house wasn't vacant. There were pictures of the family everywhere. The pictures contained two girls (both having curly red hair) and their parents. One of the girls looked nine and the other seemed to be about Zan's age. Maybe her clothes would fit?

No. This is wrong. a voice in Zan's head echoed, What if they're low on money and you're just taking their stuff? There's even been this huge flood. What's wrong with you for thinking that this could be alright in any situation! the voice scolded.

It's the only way we'll survive on this quest! Zan retorted. She sighed, knowing that the voice was right.

Zan walked into the nearest room, hoping it was a bathroom so at the very least she could wash the mud off.

It wasn't.

It was a bedroom.

With a girl inside of it.

The girl screamed. She had red curly hair and green eyes- and she was holding a baseball bat. She started swinging wildly. The first swing caught Zan off guard and hit her rib. She stumbled. It almost hit her head but Zan's reflexes had kicked in. Eventually the girl was swinging her bat and hit nothing but air every time.

"Stop! I'm not going to hurt you!" Zan pleaded.

"Yeah but I'm gonna hurt you stupid robber!" the girl yelled, continuing to swing the bat. Nick showed up in the hallway outside the door. He grabbed the bat.