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If Looks Could Kill

I Thought I Was Turning Into Crowley

I awoke with a start. My eyes widened and I flung my body upwards. I gasp inwards, loudly. My arms flail besides me and I hit something with my left hand. That something groans so I'm guessing it's actually a someone. I turn to my left to see Itch standing there. He has that cute cheeky grin. Yes, I did just call him cute. I also notice that I'm in my own bunk in the Aphrodite cabin.

"What are you grinning at?" I snap. More harshly than I intended.

"Your Hair is messy and your eyeliner in smudged." He says knowingly with a hint of laughter. I instantly bring my hands to my hair to find it no longer straight and pout. I then look across the room into a mirror (which are not hard to find in this cabin) and gasp,

"I'm hideous!" I pull the covers off me and attempt to make it to the bathroom. I say attempt because after only a couple of steps, I lose my balance and fall over.

"Easy Charlie, you've only been awake for about a minute and you were out for almost a whole day." Itch says walking over to me and helping me up.

"Huh?" I ask confused. Then I remember that creepy ads dream that I had. The one about the young man and the gods. Why was I dreaming about that?

"Charlie?" I hear Itch say.

"Huh?" I say again

"Are you sure you're okay? You just totally blanked out on me." He asks me concerned.

"I'm fine. Why would you even ask that?" I roll my eyes at slower, this time, head to the bathroom.

I use the vanity to support myself. I look into the mirror and sigh. My eye make-up is all smudged. I grab a white face cloth from under the sink and rinse it with hot water. I place the cloth over my face and let the steamy heat sink into it. I rub my eyes with the face cloth to try and remove the black mascara stains. I look down onto the cloth and see that its working because black smudges adorn the no longer white cloth but not just black is on the cloth. Red is too. I frown at the colour and look up into the mirror wondering where it came from. My eyes are bright red.

I scream and squeeze my eyes tightly shut. I can hear Itch banging on the locked door and ignore him. I hesitantly open my eyes and sigh in relief when I see that they're the normal green colour. For a second there I thought I was turning into Crowley 'the king of hell' from the popular show, Supernatural.

When I'm all cleaned up, I walk out of the bathroom. Itch is standing there worried. "I'm okay, don't get your panties into a twist!" I joke walking past him.

"Are you sure Charlie, because that didn't sound 'okay' in my books." He crosses his arms. I shrug my shoulders, not really wanting to talk about it. "Why did you scream?" He questions.

"I was just imagining it." I mutter to convince myself really, also I think I want to tell him but my teenage brain cannot make decisions that quickly.

"Imagining what?" He probes me.

"I'll explain later." I say. "Now, you explain why I was passed out for almost a whole day having visions of a guy getting murdered by Zeus." I command.

He explains with no hesitation and I realise that I must of subconsciously used charmspeak. Piper will be proud.

"-And then you started talking. Nobody could understand you. We all know ancient Greek but it was like you were speaking in code or riddle. Like that day Rachel spoke to you. Your eyes were a dark, blood red colour and you wrote with your own and Percy's blood onto the ground." Itch says. I frown. I hate being a demigod. This is like horror movie shit that real people shouldn't have to go through.

"Show me what I wrote." I ask nicely. Itch takes my hand without word and leads me to the sword fighting arena. There on the ground written in ancient Greek is one sentence. Written in the blood of two demigods. 'I'm back. This time, I win.' Those haunting words are signed with a single letter, omega.