Dangerous Weather//Book One

Chapter 6:

La Push?...

More disclaimers, because it must be done. I don't own Twilight or Percy Jackson -- yet.

Rick Riordan: Excuse me, what did you just say!!
Me: um, *nervous laugh* nothing
Stephanie Meyer: *gasps* she's trying to steal our characters from us!!
Me: uh oh
Rick and Meyer: Kill her!! *running with sword and ax*
Me: *while running away* running with sharp objects is dangerous. Ahhh!!!

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The Cullens were endlessly confusing.

After yesterday's field trip, I tried to do my own research on monsters.

If this was, in fact, a clan of sorts, it would make sense that the abilities I'd seen Dickward display were possessed by the rest. Their level of strength and speed was less common in monsters who could take human forms. Any creature who could morph between forms without the Mist was rare, but not unheard of. The duration of time the Cullens had resided in Forks was also uncommon for monsters.

The Cullens looked too perfect for me to discount the involvement of magic but that was a thread I wouldn't be able to pull on my own. I would want to identify them as Empousai if it were not for their lack of mist manipulation. Or the fact that half the clan was made up of males.

Not to mention the mind manipulation. Like the Manticore, any monster who could affect thoughts and feelings was not one to be taken lightly.

And Forks had seven of them.

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"La Push baby."

Gods, someone is on the table now.

"Should I know what that means?"

Ah, Bells, glad to see you could make it. Cause I've just loved sitting here with your friends. It was sad that I had reached a point in my life where I was more interested in a book than watching idiotic people but, hey.

Maturity.

This particular group of idiots wanted to take Bella to a beach on the Quileute Rez tomorrow. To surf.

Ha.

"Yeah there is a big swell coming in--" Jessica was saying before Eric interrupted her,

"And I don't just surf the internet."

"You stood up once and it was on a foam board."

To persuade her Angela said there was also whale watching and Eric kept saying sentences with the words "la push" in them.

"OK, I'll go if you stop saying that." Your funeral Bella.

She left me to go get her food while I contemplated going to the beach on my own. Surfing without a surfboard is an awesome ability to have.  I also missed the smell of the ocean and its calming effect, something I sorely needed after last night.

I knew being in an environment with unknown monsterous variables was going to have an effect on my sleep and dreams, but knowing that didn't always make them feel any less real.

In my dream, it felt like I was slowly been drained of blood. Multiple arms held me down and in place; no matter how hard I fought against them. I could feel my heart slowing and trying to pump what little blood remained in my body.

The feeling of fangs against my neck had lingered for hours after I woke up, an unnecessary reminder.

The silence at the table brought me out of my thoughts and notified me of a mood change.

Of course, the source was Bella and her pet monster. So much for staying away.

She was currently trying to get Cullen to go to the beach with us. He blatantly turned toward our table, not quite staring but definitely scanning us for... something.

Maybe he was trying to figure out how many of us hated his guts. Luckily, he just stated the beach was too crowded before stalking away.

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Going to bed that night was as, if not more, challenging than my math test earlier that day. My dream from the night before coupled with my growing anxiety about the Cullens caused my insomnia to kick into overdrive.

Why haven't they attacked yet?

My phone light blared across my face as I reconciled with the fact that it was 2:24 am and I was nowhere near close to going to sleep.

Time to pull hookie on my bedroom.

Throwing on a dark hoodie and leggings over my long sleeve, I then slipped on my boots, before quietly opening my bedroom window.

Stepping out onto the roof, I quickly shut the window before creeping to the edge of the structure and jumping down with ease.

Taking off into the woods with a sprint, I quickly made my way down the path I had mapped out in my head from previous runs.

Jumping over another fallen log, I overshot somehow, landing in a ditch 8 feet ahead. I stumbled, coming to a stop, slightly dizzy.

Making my way back to the house my brain started to wander, and about 20 minutes passed before I realized I was still walking. Confused I looked around, realizing I was still about 3 miles from the house. The moon had barely shifted in the sky, so I estimated I'd only been out a total of 30 minutes.

Which was impossible. It normally takes me about 30 minutes alone to run a steady 5 miles. How could I have gone that far so quickly?

Did I accidentally vapor travel? Did my demigod speediness kick in? Even then I'm not that fast, right?

Then I heard a twig snap... and I hadn't stepped on one, just checked.

And out jumped a motherfucking cyclops. This was just not my night.

Grabbing Hurricane from my measly legging pocket, I ducked as Mr. Ugly Eye went to grab my face. Knowing I had to get some sort of leverage on him, my two choices appeared to be hobbling the cyclops to the ground or getting a high vantage point to strike from.

As One Eye pulled out a club the choice was made for me.

I grabbed a large rock, lobbing it straight at the eyeball with no mercy, and ran, giving me a few seconds of advantage to find my perch. I figured I had about a minute now before he followed my scent to me, and quickly started climbing the nearest tree with the most stable and vast amount of branches.

Getting to be about 30ft off the ground I poised myself to jump as I heard the loud crunching of footsteps closing in. Coming to be right below me, the cyclops sniffed around, squinting his now red, watering eye.

Thank gods that part of the plan worked, I'll take a visually impaired cyclops any day.

More likely to not die that way.

Just as it dawned on him that I was no longer on the ground, I silently pounced, bringing Hurricane down first, aiming for the back of his head. But then he whirled around and my sword instead made contact with his chest just as his club made contact with mine.

I went down just as he did, only he stayed down, withering into dust and blowing away. I lay sprawled out next to the tree I'd just been smashed into, struggling to breathe, praying I wasn't about to walk home with broken ribs. Feeling my chest with hands expertly versed in the art of identifying broken bones, I felt relief flood me as I realized my ribs were probably just bruised. As I moved to sit up though, I felt pain flare up in my left foot. And this time, my expert hands identified either a fracture or a really severe sprain.

Di Immortales I can't catch a break, can I?