Half-Blood Hill (A Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Half-Blood Hill (O9)

Okay. Recap, I was surrounded by Mormo, vicious children eating vampiric monsters. From what I could tell there was a pair of them. And they smelled really bad. I was crouched under a desk with a couple of skinny vampire legs a couple feet away from me.

Where was Edward the friendly vampire when you needed him?

Finally I realized I could hide under the desk all day, make Pandora and Percy mad worried about where I was, and let the Mormo eventually get bored. Or I could just attack now using the element of surprise and somehow manage to kill them.

Hmm...somehow a few Mormos seemed easier to face than a terribly mad Pandora. I took my chances. I stood up swiftly, the desk on my back and hefted it towards the vampire in front of me. I did a 180 and launched myself at the other vampire who stood, stunned.

I thrusted my knife a couple of times and managed to knick it's shoulder. The monster glared at me as it hissed.

"Back off, blood sucker!" I yelled and kicked out at it.

Instead it just laughed.

"You can't kill me, demigod!" It said and reached for me.

I tilted my head to the side as I lunged forward and thrusted my knife into its belly. The monster disintegrated into dust. Was it just me...or had it been eerily easy how well I'd destroyed this thing?

I didn't have time to think. Instead I jumped away as the other Mormo, under the table, managed to heft it off him with a groan. He stood up and glared at me, slicking his gelled hair back with a hand.

"So it is you, Nico diAngelo," he drawled out.

"What are you talking about?" I snarled. Who was this thing to go talking to me like it knew me?

"Only Mormo's can be sent back to Tartarus by a son of Hades. Only sons of Hades get to hold the Stygian Iron blade," the Mormo nodded at Nico's blade.

I furrowed my brow. I guess that made some sense. But how come only I could put Mormo's to dead? Because I was the Death God's son obviously. Still, couldn't another demigod using a Stygian Iron blade kill a Mormo?

"I can see I'm not making sense to you. You are connected to that blade are you not?" The Mormo said. I paused and its eyes lit up with glee. "You don't know? You don't know anything about that blade? About the Death God's prophecy?"

"I do know you're a pile of shit," I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Oooh, scary. Well Nico. I don't have the heart to kill you until you know about that blade," the Mormo sighed.

"Tell me," I yelped reaching forward, but the Mormo just smiled wickedly as it begin to flicker out of sight.

"Ask your father," he said and winked.

Ask my father?

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"If looks could kill..." Percy raised an eyebrow at me as he looked over my sullen slouched figure.

I stood against the letter H of the Hollywood sign. My brow was furrowed and my mouth in a confused twisted grimace. I was still thinking of my Stygian Iron blade and that stupid Mormo who disappeared before it could answer my question. God, I really hated vampires.

"What's up with Mr Stick Up His Ass?" Pandora asked as she sidled up beside Percy.

"I ran into a Mormo," I shrugged, ignoring Pandora. If she wanted to be a snobby spoiled brat for the rest of her life, sure. She just couldn't count on me saving her if she ever got into trouble.