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The plane drops at fast as you could say "fuzzy underwear."
Liam and I get thrown against and over our seats, searching for something to grasp. Screams come from all over the plane."Take it back!" He yells. "Take what back?!" "Your treason against Lord Zeus!" "I didn't commit treason!" Another shock-wave goes through the plane. We have to be nearing the ground. "FINE! I'm sorry Zeus!" BOOOM! "LORD ZEUS!" The plane levels.
We fall down to the floor. Unfortunately, I hit my head again. "Ahhhh, dang flabbit." Liam scurries to pull up his pants, and put his shoes back on. Obviously he needs a tailor and a belt. "Haley!" Liam exclaims. "Liam!" I exclaim back, grinning. "You okay? Your head's bleeding again." "Got any more ambrosia?" "Nope, sorry. Bag doesn't do food, actually." "Course it doesn't. Help me out?" I ask.
You don't know how much it hurts to be face down on the floor with your body above you on an airplane seat. "Sorry," he holds back a laugh. "Get me out before I stain the floor with my blood."

As the pilot talked about turbulence, multiple attendants came down the center aisle checking on people and putting bags back in the overhead compartments. Apparently I was the worst. I guess that's not surprising since I just insulted Zeus. They cleaned the cut and used antiseptic, but said to see the doctor at the New York airport and get stitches.
The rest of the flight was boring. The only good thing was they gave me free food and drinks. Oh, and a refund on my ticket. (Thanks, Zeus!)

When we finally arrived in New York, I saw the doc and got stitches. No biggie. The needle was though. (Ugh) We hailed a taxi, and Liam payed the guy with some gold coin. Liam called it a Drachma. Told him to take us to "Mr. D's Strawberry Patch." Sounded good to me.
After navigating through New York City, we drove out to the countryside. Which was weird because I never thought of it being so near the city. The taxi dropped us off at the side of the road, where there was a little path. "After you," Liam said. "Um, I'd rather you go first." I said hesitantly. "Alrighty! Onwards to Camp Half-Blood!" He tries to march. (Satyrs can't really march too well.) "A camp?" "Yes! Camp Half-Blood! Where sons and daughters of Greek gods and goddesses train for survival!" "Wait, so I'm a daughter of a goddess?" "If you have a mortal dad, yes." He says mortal almost like they're scum. We walk through the forest along the path for about 10 minutes, and finally, up a hill. "Ready to see camp?" "Uhh, I guess." Suddenly Liam drops, a blade sticking out of his back.


I turn around as fast as I can. And see her. Kayla the Vampire.
I can only assume the throwing knife in Liam was poisoned, probably from her fangs. Unfortunately, that was the closest weapon. Still keeping an eye on Dracula, I crouch behind Liam, mutter "sorry," and yank out the blade. It was completely made of bronze, and it glowed. Then I step over him, defending his body. "What do you WANT with me, Kayla? I thought we were friends!" She glowers and hisses. "Blood," was all she said. I thought of coming up behind her and stabbing her in the back, just like she did to Liam. I hear a *WHOOSH* and I'm behind her. I don't even think. I plunge the dagger into her shoulder. She screams. Not your average scream, mind you, but an unearthly, hollow sound. She starts disintegrating. I collapse, head spinning, while I hear footsteps rustling the grass.

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