The Heiress

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The Monsters Pt.2

He takes us back to the Underworld--I never thought I would say that in a casual sentence--and stays rather quiet the whole ride back. As soon as we get back, I head straight to my room. Bastian protests, demanding that I help him with the groceries, but I ignore his whining.

After everything I just did, he can afford to put the groceries up by himself. If I don't get a nap this instant, I'm gonna be spewing nonsense for the rest of the day, and I'm no use to anyone tired.

I'm also not nice to anyone tired. So, if you don't want your head bitten off, let me sleep!

I wince, recalling my newly awarded scar, and head to the bathroom to clean and patch it up. After changing into a tank top and sweatpants, my body finally gives in to the exhaustion and slumps forward to my bed.

The mattress sighs beneath me as I sink into its fluffiness, ready to be overcome by sleep. The pillows had been taunting me with their softness, beckoning me to lay my head down and close my eyes.

Instead of seeing white sheep jumping the fence or some drama, my mind decided to conjure up on this episode of my nighttime television, the journey to sleep had other plans and takes an unexpected turn.

Yep, another nightmare.

This time, I see my dad.

He's in some kind of moldy prison cell with rusted iron and grayish cobblestone.

How medieval.

His face is slightly busted in, his left eye swollen shut and the bottom of his lip sporting a new cut. The clothes he'd been wearing yesterday are torn on different parts of his body, hanging on for dear life with the last bit of threads still attached. If I had to be honest, he looked like hell.

It broke my heart to see him like that. My dad was always the man who was put together from head to toe. He never had a hair out of place, or a button missing from his shirt. He always looked his best. Sitting before me is the shell of that man, and I can honestly say, I didn't like it one bit.

"I won't ask you again, Hades."

I whip around at the sound of a new voice, but no one appears. Turning back to my dad, I look on to see if he gives any indication of where the voice is coming from, but he keeps his head hanging low. I try calling out to him, but my voice is nonexistent.

"How many times are we going to do this again? I'm getting rather bored."

A loud bang erupts from some obscure corner of the room, and I turn my head in that direction.

"Where is she? " The owner of the voice still has yet to show their face, but I can hear the seething hatred within their tone as they articulate each word.

"How the hell should I know? I gave the kid a couple of bucks, so she could very well be off doing something reckless. She's always been the rebellious type, at least, when the orders come from me. Now, if it were Rose--"

"Either you start answering me, or I start breaking bones!" The room is deathly silent, the threat of the bodiless voice hanging thick in the air. Finally, my dad laughs, doubling over as if he weren't in any sort of pain already.

"I thought that you'd have figured it out by now, but I guess I'll have to spell it out for you. I'm. a. god. Break my bone, it repairs itself. All gods do that unless it didn't come with the primordial package. If that's the case, I'd say wire Mt. Olympus and file a complaint to the receptionist. I'm sure they can squeeze you in."

The shadowy figure bellows with laughter, catching my dad a little off guard, but he quickly covers this up with a smile.

"You know, for someone who's got a lot to lose, you're mighty confident, son of Kronos."

"Please, don't mention him. I'd rather not have traumatic flashbacks today."

The figure steps forward a little bit, revealing thick capes of swirling darkness that kiss the floor before spiraling back up to their owner. "I never said it was your bones I'd be breaking."

With just a snap of his fingers, my mother appears between the man and my dad. Her hands and feet are bound behind her, her mouth gagged with rope and her cheeks fresh with tears. The smile quickly fades from my father's face, and he begins to desperately struggle toward my mother.

I try to do the same, but it's as if I'm in the same position as my mother. I can't move.

"Rose," he breathes. "No! You bastard! Leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with this!"

"On the contrary, little god. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have that little brat you hold so dear. So, in a way, this is all her fault."

The man takes another step further, his capes whispering and feeding into the lies of their master.

"Don't," my dad warns.

"If that child wasn't born, you and I could've settled things as it should've been. Divine powers clashing at the sword."

"But now," Another step. "I have a new challenge."

"Stay away from her."

"I have to destroy your pathetic offspring just to get what I want."

"I'm warning you. If you lay a hand on her--"

"And it's all," another step.

"Because," two more steps.

"Of her." Grasping my mom's hair, the man yanks her head back, drawing a muffled and tortured scream from her gagged mouth.

My dad roars, his chains shakingly furiously as he attempts to break loose. He doesn't stop, the room shaking from the very anger building within him. His eyes flash gold before turning pitch black. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Yes, that's it. Feed into the darkness; the chaos," the voice chuckles. I see him take a deep breath, his broad chest rising in satisfaction at my dad's mounting threat. Just when my dad has peaked his anger, his chains dissolving right before my eyes, he collapses into a heap on the floor.

My mother screams, wrenching herself away from the man and towards her husband. My dad lies there, unresponsive.

The figure laughs and turns around...

...staring directly in my direction.

My eyes widen as I meet an intense golden pair.

"That's right, little demigod. Your parents are doomed."

I want to yell at him, to scream that he no right to harm my family. I wanted to punch him, scratch his eyes out, to make him feel all the pain he's caused me in the span of two days. I shake my head, wishing all of this to go away; for this to be anything but true. I want things to go back to the way they were before.

Dad, get up! Please! You have to fight him!

"He's as good as dead, naive girl. So is your mother. And soon, you will be, too."

The clouds of his capes begin to swirl furiously, circling around me and stealing my air. The only thing I see before I completely blackout, is the glowing golden of his eyes...

"DAD!" I bolt up from my mattress, ready for any sign of danger, but my dad and the stranger are longer there. I harshly rub my face, my hands shaking by the mere memory. I pinch my cheeks, determined not to cry this time. I had to remain strong for their sake.

He was going to hurt my mother...all to get to me.

I've barely done anything, and I'm already messing up in more ways than one.

Grasping my knees in my hand, I curl up into a ball and try to get a grip on everything. I've always had trouble sleeping ever since I was little. It started out like every normal kid, being afraid of the monsters under her bed and the nightmares she got from watching scary movies.

But as I grew older, the dreams became more vivid and sinister. They felt real like they were my reality. Whenever I awoke from one, my parents always had to reassure me that nothing in those dreams ever happened. Right after they'd leave, the tendrils of those nightmares would grasp ahold of me, so far as to make me afraid of my own mind and actions.

Talk about Mind Games: Extreme Edition.

Shakily, I stand up and attempt to shrug off what I'd just witnessed. Whether it's already happened or not, I know for a fact that its reality. If I don't do something soon, both of my parents will die.

Splashing my face with water, I shake myself wildly and head out my door. Time to get to work.

"Okay, where's this special place you were talking about?" I interrupt Bastian's sleep by slapping him awake. He immediately bolts up, his eyes frantic for a second before landing on me.

"Gods, why did you do that," he groans while covering his face with both hands and flopping back onto the couch.

"Well, how would you have preferred I woke you up?" I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Like any person would! With a gentle tap on the shoulder and a 'hey get up!'"

"Eh, you don't seem like the type." I nudge his leg, which drapes over the arm of the couch. "Come on, I wanna find my parents."

Bastian lies still for a moment, convincing me for a second that he's dead, but then he abruptly sits up and begins walking towards the front of the mansion. "Follow me."

We end up in front of a large oak door, after enduring some confusing twists and turns, that is some ways west from the main entrance.

"Oh, wow, a door."

"Keep that up. You'll be eating your words in just a few seconds." Bastian smirks back at me, giving a dramatic pause before pushing the door open with a flourish.

My eyes practically jump out of my skull as I look around.

Holy macaroons!

We have to be in the biggest library known to mankind. Whipping my head around, I try to take in everything at once, soaking up all of the textures and colors until my brain goes into overdrive. Honestly, I think I've died and gone to heaven.

"Holy crap! "

Bastian's laugh echoes from somewhere other than my side, so I assume he left it to go find whatever he was looking for. Good, he won't interrupt me as I surround myself with a mountain of books and never come out.

Hmm, now where to start?

Squealing, my brain is officially fried as I begin running happy circles around the place, singing random nonsense as I read the different titles on the spines of the books.

"Shut up! "

An inhumane noise gurgles at the back of my throat as I abruptly halt in my singing-book-finding spree to take in the spine my finger rests on. Reacting as any maniac would, I giddily jump up and down with my hand shooting out to grab one of my favorite books of all time.

In my hands, I hold the book containing all of the stories I'd heard as a kid before bedtime, the ones that my mom hated but my dad loved. The old dusted copy of Greek Mythology collections barely holds itself together by its threads, the name of the author barely readable. There were stories in here that I'd never heard anywhere else as if the author themself was there when the events took place.

"I can't believe he actually kept a copy here!"

Bastian is at my side in an instant, probably a result of me practically screaming my head off from the discovery. Oh, yeah, did I mention I might have slipped out a scream or two?

He quickly snatches the book from my hand, flipping through the pages rapidly and scanning each page tentatively.

"Rude! I have half a mind to kick your ass right now," I fume.

He doesn't respond, and I'm this close to smacking that dense thing he calls a head when he suddenly stops on a page.

"Here. Look at this, and tell me what you notice."

Great, it was like I was still in school. What I've always wanted.

He places his hands on his hips like an impatient mother waiting for her child to admit what they did wrong.

"Go on," he gestures. "Read the page."

"Thank you because, without you, I would've never known what to do on my own." I roll my eyes but comply with his insisting. Bringing the book towards me a little, I observe the page he stopped on and try to get an idea of what he was trying to point out to me. "Gods, I can't read."

"How fast does it take you to turn off your brain?"

"I'm sorry, did you say something," I ask sarcastically while studying the page.

"You're impossible."

"Hey, that's my line. Find your own." Turning back to the page, I mention what I'd already observed. "I see a family tree of a sort? Man, they do not look happy to be in the same lineage..."

Scrunching my face up, I take a closer look. " Well no wonder, he married his freaking sister and had kids with her!"

"Could you not focus on the origins of incest for one moment and focus! Look at the gods, and see if anything stands out." He frantically waves his hands around, reminding me of when teachers try to get ahold of their class.

I glare at him for actually even considering to raise his voice at me, and start to shake my head when one god, in particular, catches my eye.

"Wait a second. This is him. I know I've seen that description before. Hold up. Hold the whipped cream, thank you," I say while searching my pockets.


"Here it is." I take out the note I had found in my house and examine it one more time. I analyze the picture and its' description once again, then recall what I'd seen in my nightmare just minutes ago. "Oh, my gods, I think this is him."

"What I've been trying to tell you."

"Try using words next time, genius."

"I'll take that into consideration for next time."

Placing the note as a bookmark, I tuck the ancient book under my arm and turn to Bastian. "What are we supposed to do now? I've rarely heard of a god named Erebus."

"It's a big library. I'm pretty sure we can find at least something on this guy. I doubt a library owned by a god would barely have any books about any gods. You've just got to look."

I bite my tongue to hold back a sarcastic remark, leaving myself in physical pain at the missed opportunity.

We'll get 'em next time.

"You know, I never pictured my summer vacation before college like this."

"Really? I would have thought you'd have 'finding and killing an immortal god' on your list. I know it's on mine." He gives me that award-winning smile, turning to the books in front of us and searching the titles.

"Surprisingly, no. I'd pictured it mostly filled with the beach, my friends, and a summer romance perfect enough to be made into a sappy movie."

"Well, you've got one of those things met. Although I must tell you, I'm not really the committing type, but I'd be more than willing to take you on a couple of dates if that's what you're looking for. I'm known to be quite the charmer." He winks at me, and I shove his shoulder away from me.

"The only thing you know how to charm is a box of cereal, Leprechaun."

"Aw, come on. I think of you more than just a box of cereal," he pouts.

"Get to work, Romeo, before I give you a black eye."

He chuckles, walking towards another shelf, but not before tossing over his shoulder, "You have a strange way of telling me you want me, Clumsy."

I ignore the heat filling up in my cheeks and turn back to the books to see what I could find.


Absolutely freaking nothing.

I mean, you'd think the god of Darkness would have at least something written about him! Not a single one of these books we've been through contained what we were looking for. This guy must've not done something badass enough to get his name written down because this information is dry.

Why couldn't it be an exciting god who kidnapped my parents?! At least then I could fangirl about how I kicked some all-powerful guy's butt.

Did I really just think that?

Ugh, I can practically pull my hair out by the roots, I'm so frustrated. I need ice cream. Or a nap. Or both. Both is good.

Wait no, scratch the nap.

Bastian drops his book loudly on the table in front of him and sighs.

"Well, now that you have my attention," I mutter tiredly. I close my eyes and lean up against the bookshelf behind me.

I hear footsteps before I feel myself being lifted up. My eyes shoot open. "Aah—"

"Let's go eat, I'm starving. It's best if we come back to this later when our minds aren't completely numb."

Unfortunately, my mind's been numb for quite some time now. If I recall correctly, it happened in the tenth grade.

Bastian's hand cups below my lower back as support, and the other brushes delicately under my knee as he holds me up. A strangled cry tries to leave my mouth as I feel his hands under my legs and on my lower back, unused to this kind of contact.

His touch is slowly drugging me completely, turning off my brain--or what's left of it-- from functioning. Vaguely, I notice the slight movement of his fingers as they caress my back. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're enjoying this."

"I could say the same about you." He rolls his eyes, and continues to carry me towards, what I hope, is the kitchen.

"Whatever, loser," I mumble as I sink into his hold.

Hey, I didn't say I wouldn't enjoy it.

Ladies and gentlemen, the man can cook.

I was not made aware that the warehouse for Boyfriend Material got my request and decided on express shipping. Honestly, I wasn't prepared for my results.

No, but seriously.

Bastian had made Fettuccine Alfredo--which is one of my favorites--making me watch the whole process as he made our dinner. I'm surprised he knew his way around the kitchen so well.

Most guys I've met only knew how to make ramen, hot dogs, and pizza rolls.

Wow, what a pioneer for a new kind of man. He's probably a professor for young boys out there who've no idea of the difference between a sauce and frying pan.

We eat in silence, I guess both consumed with our own thoughts. I'm not complaining, of course. I'm glad I didn't have to hear his annoyingly sexy voice for more than five minutes.

He doesn't say anything as we walk back to our rooms, but when I turned to face my door, I hesitate. I don't want to go in there if I'll have the same outcome as last time. I can't take another nightmare.

Without even realizing it, my hand begins to shake slightly, and Bastian reaches up to cover and hold it.

"You okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah." I put on a smile to try and hide the shakiness of my voice. "Guess I'm just exhausted and spaced out for a sec."

Now that I think about it, the other night when I was with him, I didn't have any nightmares. His presence had made the dark dreams cease, finally allowing me to relax for more than a moment.

Should I ask him?

No, I don't want to burden him with my problems. It was just a one-time thing.

"See ya in the morning." I try to yank my hand away from his and open my door. Bastian doesn't relinquish his hold on me, staring me dead in the face before tugging on my arm and leading me further down the hall.

Questions swim through my mind as he pulls me into his room and shuts the door.

Does he know?

Could he see my weakness?

Why is he acting this way?

He goes over to his drawer, rummaging through it to look for something. He pulls out a T-shirt after a few seconds and tosses it in my direction.

Gah, athletic activity!

I reach out to catch it, but my athletic skills are nonexistent. It falls to the floor with a flop, and I hear Bastian suppress a laugh as I pick it up. "I had something in my eye, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

After putting it on in the bathroom, I quietly pad out and into the room. Bastian must be in the closet because I can't see him.

I am so unsure of what to do, and my nerve endings are completely going haywire. I did not plan any of this out. Bastian completely went off script and ruined everything.

Geez, men.

Besides, what if last night's effects don't carry over to tonight? What if he only brought me here because I was serious about that whole summer romance thing and had some intentions? I don't think my ninja skills can get me out of this one.

Okay, Plan B.

Laying down on the bed, I pretend I'm asleep, shutting my eyes quickly and pulling the covers over my head just in case. I hear the door open behind me before the bed dips under his weight as he settles in.

The moment of truth.

This is what I've trained for.

I feel sudden warmth as Bastian closes the distance between us, mimicking my position. His solid chest is bare to my back as he presses against it, his arms securing my waist. Oh, my gods, he's spooning me.

Quick, someone get my inhaler.

Oh, wait, I don't have asthma.

Well, you do now. Was it always this difficult to breathe?

"I know you're not asleep, Clumsy."

I let out a sound close to what raccoons sound like.

Dang, it! I thought for sure my acting was top notch! Guess I can cross that career off the list.

"But it's cute you'd think I wouldn't notice." Ooh, he thinks I'm cute? Wait, no, I shouldn't care.

"I was totally asleep, but your loud and heavy self woke me up."

Bastian laughs in my ear, sending shivers down my spine and sparks along my neck. There's a pause before, "Goodnight, Clumsy."

My voice is barely above a whisper. "Night."

Okay, not gonna lie, that grocery store scene was fantastic.

What's the deal with those monsters? What would you guys have done in that situation?

Andi can be a little chaotic at times, but we love her. Bastian...he's Bastian lmao idk how to really describe the guy XD

We finally know who's behind all of this! New information will be discovered soon! Predictions on why Erebus kidnapped Andi's parents?

Any idea on why Hades wasn't able to defeat him/ passed out?

Side note, any of you guys want a giant library and a man that can cook?

I really want some ice cream right now... >:(



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