The Town That Went In Flames

Prologue

            

An average height —five foot nine—man sat on a leather sofa in a lightly lit loft over in Greenwich Village. It was very high class; it had a leather sectional couch that could fit at least thirty people; a large flat screen television. The man also had very expensive taste in other décor and furniture too expensive for even a person living in the Upper East Side to afford. The man held a wine glass made out of crystal and sipped the red liquid in his glass. It tasted like metal.

            The man looked out the window, letting the moonlight shine onto his well-kept brown chocolate hair. The moonlight made his tan skin pop out. His charcoal black eyes gazed out the window, waiting for the answer to where his prey was. It had been only a year since the veil from Olympus and his world was brought down. 

            The man walked over to the couch and saw a human girl lying lifeless on his couch. On her wrist, there were at least a dozen of bite marks that were identical to a vampire's. Blood dripping down from her wrist, Felix felt the burning sensation of his veins popping out. He needed more blood. Felix walked over to the girl and grabbed her wrist. There he started to suck all the remaining drops left until he felt her pulse give out. Right when he was done, the door swung open a girl with stunning, sleek, platinum blonde hair walk into the room with keys in her hand. Helena. He rolled his eyes as Helena walked in with a similar pace as himself. They were brother and sister after all.

            "I guess your redemption from mother means nothing then," Helena said to him. Helena rolled her eyes and gave him a devilish look in her grey eyes.

            "Mother's blessing means nothing until we close the veil for grandfather," Felix reminded her. He caressed the ring on his hand that had the saying Carpe Diem on it.

            "Zeus will be proud of us," Helena said to him. "Two vampire-turned-demi-gods trying to get the cure for vampirism from him. That warlock deserves death!"

            "The boy we are looking for is not Marcus for killing him means nothing. Instead, we are killing his only son—Nicholas Lin. They are residing in New York. I can feel it." Felix walked away from the couch and gazed out to the Manhattan skyline.

            "You're right, brother," Helena told him. Helena walked towards him and followed his gaze at the Empire State Building. "The Salvatores are in Black Chapel. Killing his son will give him the pain we felt when Marcus helped Annabeth betray us!"

            Felix looked at her and felt a smirk emerge onto his face. He felt the satisfaction of watching the boy whose ancestor caused him to be exiled from Olympus Everything was set in stone, but now he needed was to make sure Helena's guest doesn't become the hero and save the boy from dying. If Helena's date ruined his big plan to get back into the graces of Zeus, then Felix would kill him without blinking; He didn't care if it hurt Helena. The date had to turn it off.

            "Is your guest ready?" Felix asked her.

            "He turned everything off."

            Felix grinned at his sister. His plan was on track. Her fiancé now couldn't have a guilty conscious when it came to killing the boy and earning his grandfather's trust. Felix walked with elegance towards the door and looked at his sister, gleaming with excitement of no longer being on the run.

            "It's settled then." Felix let out a grin as both siblings walked out of the door and towards the road to Black Chapel.