Love's Death (Owl on the Waves sequal)

Cal Woods- Son of Aphrodite
Marissa Adams- Daughter of Poseidon; Huntress of Artemis
Annalise Erikson- Daughter of Athena
Logan Johnston- Son of Zeus
~ And Introducing~
Elizabeth Laurens- Daughter of Hebe

Chapter 13


"So who were ya talking to?"
Annalise frowned, walking briskly to the cabins. "No one. Drop the subject."
"Logan, shut up!" she snapped.
"Tell me what's going on," I insisted.
She turned and faced me with a strained smile, touching my face. "Logan, if you really want to know, that was just a messenger for my mom. You know, telling me about some scholarship she offered at some school or another. The usual."
"Then why don't you want to tell me about it?"
She hesitated, staring up at me. "Ah, well, you see, I might have to leave camp for awhile...maybe after you come back from the quest. Might not get to see you any more for the summer, right?"
I studied her face and it was hopeful. "If that's what you want...we could go on a date when we come back."
She poked my chest with a slight smile. "When you get back, you sly little-"
I grabbed her finger and pushed her lower back so she had to get closer. I felt her arms wrap around my waist and I breathed out with a smile.
"Don't say bad words."
" 'Course not, why would I?" she muttered.
"Why can't I get a straight answer from you?" I asked.
"Meaning you would never not go on a quest because you were are never scared in the first place."
"Everyone gets scared," she told me sternly.
"But you don't show it."
"Pfft," she blew off but I knew it was a flattering comment for her. "And I have no need to go."
"I'll protect you if anything happens," I declared.
She gave me a quirky grin. "'ll protect me. Sure. But that's a no."
I tilted my head. "What's that mean now?"
"Means I really don't need you to protect me. You may be my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean you are a so called protector. You should just be my partner, right?"
She looked hopefully at me and I sighed, allowing her to prod my mind and see that I'd be accepting for that...for now. She just smiled and skipped lightly off to her cabin, pausing to wave daintily at me before ducking in. Despite my insisting in her coming with us, it made me feel better that she didn't. I wanted her safe. Even if it meant going to some school for smart people, one that I wasn't so sure about. She was lying about something. Yeah, she was. I stuck my hands in my pockets and trudged through the thin crowds to get to my cabin. Thunder greeted me and Zeus glared at me from his little alcove, telling me to get the underwear off his lightning bolt staff. Too bad, Pops. I'm not the neatest son you'll have. I peeled off my shirt and flung it onto the desk without thinking then actually remembered that Annalise had left some stacks of paper because her desk was full.
"Crap," I muttered, lunging to catch the binder that had been teetering in the edge.
After fixing the mess of papers, I unzipped my pants and shrugged them off, kicking them to the corner and padding over to my trunk to get my pajama bottoms. I sorted through everything I had, not finding the batman pants I usually slept in. Yeah, Marissa and Annalise made fun of me for it, but they have equally embarrassing items I tease them for so it's alright. I found the pants peeking out from under the cot and quickly jumped into them, fearing the ol' Daddy was judging me in my boxers. I usually slept without a shirt, it was more comfortable. I slid under the camo blanket my mom had sent me to replace the one I gave Annalise last spring, sparing me the scolding on how I should be more careful on who I give things to and yadda yadda yadda. She freaking loves Annalise. Annalise could be a serial killer and she would still see a little girl with huge eyes and the voice of reason. We hid her from her dad most of the time and I think that she secretly hoped that we would end up at together. We all agreed that Marissa was a bit much to handle. My mom is pretty chill about me being gone half the year as of right now, she thinks I'm off on some scholarship program. It's the same with the rest of the mortals we know. Best thing is we can pull off being talented because at least two of us were.
I stared up at the ceiling, breathing out through my nose.
"Lights out!" I called, the lamps switching off from the voice command.
The blanket was scratchy against my stomach and it was never actually quiet. The stupid thunder rolled and boomed according to whatever I felt or thought, which got really annoying when I had dreams or visions.
"Alright," I said to myself. "You gotta sleep. Quest coming up. Don't wanna die, do ya?"
I tried to close my eyes and think of nothing but it didn't work too well.
Gray mist swirled around, water lapping at the rough sandy shore. Pale blue skies with a thin layer of clouds, the sun like a dying cigarette butt. Faint voices and cars on a paved road. I looked around, unsure of where I was. Looked like the Carolina's, but the beaches were different. It was rougher sand, a little less shells.
"Logan, Logan, Logan."
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
A girl with dark hair and a serious face emerged from the fog. Seriously hot! She had dark dark blue eyes with a ring of green that seemed to seep through the iris until it was wholely green with a ring of brown. It kept going like that and it almost distracted me from the rest of her. She had a sharp nose and eyes that slanted up like a fairy. Her skin was tan and she had a willowy body. She had on a pink blouse and blue skinny jeans. Hot with a capital H. I almost didn't notice the twisted knife she held or her frown. That certainly wasn't there the first few visions.
"Logan, you are in a world of hurt."
"What do you mean?" I asked, kicking a rock into the waves. "Who are you for real? Why do I keep dreaming about you?"
"My name is Aurora," she said proudly. "You will meet me again and when you do, you will be in a spot of difficulty."
"What kind of difficulty?"
"Oh gods," she sighed, the sun literally shining a little brighter. "You don't know anything do you?"
"Stop thinking about my looks," she scolded, flipping her hair. "This is a matter of life and death."
"Could you tell me whose?"
"No, but I can show you patterns so you don't repeat such stupid mistakes. No offence."
"Oh how could I take offence to that?" I snorted, leaning away as she reached for my hand.
"Just take my hand," she tsked, snapping her well manicured fingers.
"Fine fine," I replied, slapping my hand on hers.
Right away the scene changed, the same place but the weather was different.The sun was shining and the waves were crystal clear. Three men trudged through the sand and Aurora pushed through the leafy foliage wearing an old timey dress.
"Are you up to the challenge?" she asked them.
"Of course," the first said confidently.
"If I must," the second replied.
"As I ever will be, m'lady."
Aurora smiled slightly at them. "You three are exceptional. Flawless, are you?"
They all agreed to this. I shook my head, knowing where this was going to go.
"I see, I see. Then we won't have a problem with these trials for pride and such?"
"Why would we?" they replied.
Let's just say none of them made it out in one piece, much less alive. It was kind of horrifying to watch, but Aurora acted as if it were no big deal to watch a lion hybrid rip a man to pieces. The scenery kept changing and so did the questors, but the questions were the same as were the answers. Three quests later, I was ready to barf. Aurora finally took mr back to what I hoped was the present.
"Did you learn a lesson, boy?"
I held my stomach. "Don't each so many marshmallows before bed."
She scowled. "Fine fine. Don't take this seriously. See if I care. You and your group will be no different than the ones before."
"Wait, I'm sorry," I amended.
Her face softened. "Well...tell me what you have learned from the visions I have sent you to."
I tried to think. "Um...well..."
"I'll give you a clue," she said. "Emotions will be the-"
I woke up with a start, the sound of knocking shaking me out of the vision. I looked at the clock next to me, my vision blurry. Three am. What could possibly be so important at three in the morning? I swung my legs over the edge of the cot, just missing the rug I laid out. Dam.n marble flooring. I rubbed my eyes, straining to hear over the thunder to make sure. There was another, persistent and quiet.
"Gods almighty," I grumbled, pushing off the cot and shuffling over to the door while scratching my bare back.
It was pitch black in the cabin so it wasn't much of a surprise when I tripped over the cord to my phone charger.
"Dammit!" I shouted, bracing my hands out to catch myself, stabbing the palm of my left hand with the now unplugged charger. I cursed some more, getting to my feet and stomping to the door. Whoever was on the other side was in for an earful from me. I yanked it open to see Annalise standing with her arms crossed and her super short sleep shorts rumpled as if she had just been asleep as well. Her hair was in a messy bun, wisps handing down in her face. Pillow creases criss crossed her left arm and cheek, her tank top wrinkled and shrugged up to her abdomen and exposing her belly button and a few of her scars.
"Blondie," I yawned, the energy gone. "What's the matter?"
"Can-" she cleared her throat, voice jittery and shaken. "Can I come in?"
"Course you can," I said, ushering her into the cabin.
"Lights on, lamp," I called, the desk lamp slowly turning on.
Annalise wandered sleepily around, rubbing her arms. I watched her for a moment, blinking rapidly to stay awake. She sat on the edge of my cot, staring at the ground.
"You had a bad dream?"
She nodded. "Yeah...I'd rather not talk about it."
She tugged her shorts, blushing madly. That made me blush, seeing she was hearing my thoughts.
"Sorry," I muttered.
"It's okay...I uh..."
We made eye contact and she blinked some fatigue away as she smiled at me. Pale violet circles lined her eyes and she fought a yawn.
"You're tired," I commented, walking over to her.
"Well, a little," she admitted. "I haven't slept for days...and when I do I get the dreams again."
"You wanna go back to your cabin?" I asked.
"No," she said quickly. "They're my family, but they analyze things way too much and act like shrinks instead of siblings. It's like twenty five me's running around."
"You wanna stay here then?"
"Would you mind?" She asked tiredly. "I don't have anywhere else but I's the"
I smiled slightly, holding back my own yawn. "I'll be fine. Sure you can stay."
I sat next to her, my skin prickling at her coldness. I started to rub her arms to get the blood flowing or cause friction and she sighed, leaning against my chest. My eyes started drooping and her frame shuddered as she yawned again. I brought the blanket over both of us and pulled her so she fit close to me and we both fit somewhat comfortably on the cot.
"Dam.n you're cold," I said as she snuggled into me.
"And you are boiling hot."
She smacked me, turning her head to look up at me. "You loser."
"Why are you here then?"
"Because I love losers with nice bodies."
"Well who's the shallow one now?" I grinned, poking her side.
She yelped, twisting. "Stop that!"
"Shhh," I mocked. "We can't get caught. It's against the rules for us to be together alone after ten in a cabin. "
"Mmm, well, what would we do, then?"
"I think you know."
"Shhh. You are irrelevant, my dear."
I laughed and she turned over with a smile.
"Lights out," I called and she sighed, holding my hands where they rested at her stomach.
"Night, Flash."
"Night, baby."
"Don't call me that."
I chuckled softly, closing my eyes. "Yes ma'am."

"Get up!"
I flailed, accidentally slapping Annalise in the shoulder. Somehow she had ended up on top of me, my arms around her waist, one of her hands on the side of my face and the other on my chest. She gasped, surprised. Light flooded in the cabin, blinding us temporarily. I sat up, helping Annalise to sit up as we started to blink until the blob of people sharpened into individual people. Five, exactly.
"Heehee...Marissa..and gang..." Annalise stuttered nervously. "This isn't what you think."
"Well it looks to me like somebody got busy," Cal smirked.
"Oh gods no," Tasia gasped, glaring at Annalise. "That is wrong!"
"No, no," she quickly said. "I told you, this isn't what you-"
"It looks like his shirt is off, you are wearing basically underwear and you were sleeping together," Marissa said with a slight frown.
"She just was having a bad dream and came in here-"
"Oooooo naughty!" Elizabeth chirped, peeking in.
"Get out!" Annalise yelled at them, jumping out of the blanket and pushing them out the open door.
"What's going on?" I heard Chiron ask from outside. "Is that Anna-"
She slammed the door shut and ran around closing the blinds for the windows. She and I looked at each other with wide eyes.
"Ohhhh daaanng," I laughed.

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