Oneshots

Blood of Your Enemies

Percy Jackson/vampire story where Percy gets turned into a vampire...but he doesn't have the normal cravings.

"Hand over the girl."

"Not going to happen."

"I would rephrase that if I were you."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not you," Percy said as he reached behind him, not daring to take his eyes off of the monster in front of him, searching for something. Finally finding it as a soft hand grasped his searching one. Mentally sighing in relief, Percy let go and said, "Run."

Instantly, before the monster could do anything, the sound of the pounding footsteps of Thalia running started. Then, just as quickly, faded away. Percy's eyes did not move from the tall monster that did not look like one. He was not going to take any chances with this one. This man was a monster in more ways than one.

"You've cost me my dinner," the man hissed and clenched his fists together. "You're going to wish you had not done that."

Percy tensed. While he seriously doubted that, he knew he was not going to get out of this unscathed. "Well, excuse me for caring that the closest person I have to a sister doesn't get taken and eaten," Percy said, reverting to his more cheerful self. "Sorry, not sorry."

The man growled, a deep and guttural sound, causing shivers to crawl down Percy's back. Next thing Percy knew, he was neck to neck with the tall, pale man, fighting almost as hard as he did in Tartarus.

"If I can't have her," the man now purred, his red eyes bearing deep into Percy's. "I'll just have you," he looked Percy up and down, not bothering to be subtle, then took a deep breath through his nose, "you smell...delicious."

"Oh, gross man!" Percy exclaimed, backing away quickly. "Not to mention creepy!"

"Get used to it," he growled then, faster than Percy could react, the man had him pushed up against a tree. The man used one hand to keep Percy still and the other to push his neck to the side.

Without warning, a sharp pain-it must have been the guy's fangs-appeared on his neck and Percy lose all control over his thoughts.

It was strange; he was conscious, he could still see and move but nothing registered. Percy knew the jerk was drinking his blood, he knew that was not good. He just had no control over any action he made. He fell limp against the tree and in the man's arms. For some strange reason, it hurt but it also felt good. It would have been hard enough to explain if he had his wits about him but Percy was out of it so it was near impossible.

He could faintly see out of the corner of his eye, Thalia coming back. Some part of him wanted to shout for her to run but a change in the vampire's actions chased all logical thinking from his brain. The pull from his neck was different, instead of feeling drained, Percy felt...like he was being injected with something.

This can't be good, the small part of his brain that was still functioning said as this clicked.

Now he could feel the darkness closing in. Percy could faintly hear the monster's evil chuckle even as something was pushed into its heart from behind.

"PERCY!" Thalia's worried but blurred face came in and out of focus and he smiled...

She was okay.

At least now lady Artemis won't kill him for getting her lieutenant hurt...

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Percy was waking up...sort of. He was in that stage of sleep where he understood everything but was not really interested so he stayed on the very edge of sleep and consciousness. Everything sounded fuzzy, like the static on a radio.