A Thing for Dead People
chapter 19

"Okay Percy, if you have to put all the puzzle pieces together you have to be able to recognize them. First, there had to be something about a tree, a dark druid, surly female and I'm sure that somehow miss Bake was involved with it, because of all the bad wipes I got from her. Looking back, Derek is involved in it, too. Or at least that is how I choose to interpret all the crazy dreams I have been having lately. I sat in the library in over an hour still not getting it. It was like an itch in the back my mind I couldn't quite react, so I decided to go home and maybe get some peace from the noisy people in the library. On the way to my bike, I saw silhouette two of people sanding close together, under the bridge and kissing deeply.

I rode my bike home, no one but Luke was home. It was still a completely new kind of crazy to have Luke hanging around without having to fear for my life. Not only because it was Luke and that we use to kill each other every time we saw one another, but also that he choose to stick around even that if we were not around. But hay if it was me I too would rather stick around alone than being tortured in Tartarus.

"I'm Home!" I called when I walked in the front door. It was nice to know that the house wasn't empty, it was nice to come home and not being alone. Particularly when I felt lonely, it gave me a form of comfort to know that even if I longed for physical contact and company of people the same age as me. I missed all of them, most of all Annabeth. I longed for the touch of a lover like the couple I saw in the silhouette.

I wanted to have somebody I could be able to trust, to let my guard down around. I thought back on the conversation that my mom tried to start this morning. Did Luke and I act like a couple? No, defiantly not. But we could be? No, definitely not!

"Why not?" asked the doubting voice in the back of my mind. I didn't have any problem with kissing Stiles or the dream about the sex thing with Derek. To be frank I actually in joyed the thought of human contact, even if it was a guy. I would be easy, too. Luke knew who I was and didn't have to explain or defend anything to him.

What if he just disappeared all of a sudden, what if his soul got called back to hades. I couldn't bare that, if I lost another person. I sighed as I fell down in the soft couch. The TV was playing and Luke was watching whatever was playing with great concentration, the tail was gone now and the horns was only small bumps in his forehead. He was handsome, that's for sure. But he was dead. Well it will be safe to say I have a thing for dead people.
I had always admired him.

Why do live always has to be so FUCKING COMPLICATED! I wanted to scream and cry on the same time I frustration of the loneness and the stupid fucking puzzle that I couldn't fit together my head.

I needed to blow of some steam. I would be best to go running, but I was fucking horny all of sudden and starving for physical affection. It would be easy too just ask Luke if he wanted to fuck around, he had to be horny after all those years in the underworld, unless of cause that ghosts can have sex in the underworld. It didn't seem lightly.
He didn't se me coming before I literally was in his lap with my tongue down his throat, my hands gibing his neck and hair. Luke didn't push me away, he griped my hips and let me rock back and forth in his lap. Kissing, hard and dirty. It was nothing but raw need, craving for a physical connection. It took about 10 minuets of making out before I have had enough. I let myself fall back down beside Luke so we sat in the same position as before I had saddled his lap. I looked at him for a reaction, but didn't do anything else than wiping off saliva from the side of his mouth with the base of his hand.
I sighed out lout, before rising and went to my room to get my running shoes. I need something to distract myself with and homework was not a good thing to do unless I wanted to become even more frustrated than I already were. I went running, I ran hard and long. I felt my lungs burn and knees bugged under me as I stood in the middle of Beacon Hells forest. It was as if my rational mind had been turn off. From the time, I was out the door to now. It had been a heavenly nice feeling to get empty, hollow even, like nothing could get to me. Not even my own demons, but you can't keep running forever. The past, the demons and your own glut, self-hate and sorrow will always catch up with you. I would rather feel the burning in my lungs and antic in my legs hundred times over than the throbbing of my heart.
My body gave out under me, and I ended up sitting on a giant three stump crying and sopping and rocking back and forth hugging my legs, I felt like a small child alone in an all to big world.
After sometime crying my heart out, I picked up the pieces left and pushed the rest of emotions down as I ran, it as more of a jogged actually, my way back home.

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After a shower and a change into big fluffy socks sleeping pants and a big t-shirt. My thoughts were running wild, it let me to think about Athena's Cures and how I was accidentally using some of my stolen powers. If I had to use my stolen powers, I had to been able to control them. So where to start? What would be the mostly used skill to use?
Thinking: what would be the greatest skill to survive on? One of the best skills is to blend in and to best blend in would either be able to changes ones appearance or become one with the shadows. Standing in front of the mirror debating what ability would be easier to master. With my luck, I would never master the skill of becoming a shadow, I'm not a very silent guy so I would properly reveal myself by coming whit dump comments or stupid questions. So I decided the chancing thing would be easiest and the most use full skill.

I closed my eyes and thought back on how Frank had once explained to me how difficult it was for him to shift. It was like playing a tape in my head. On bored on the Argo II, sitting in my his room talking and bonding I had asked him how he controlled the shift, he had answered had he had to know the animal he wanted to chance in to. He told me in details how you needed to focus with every cell in your body to changes it with power of will. I had to focus on the one thing I wanted to changes into, it had to be something I could make a picture perfect kopi. The first thing that came to mind was Annabeth. Before knowing, I had opened my eyes that was now gray and my hair as blond as the golden corn on the fields. I jumped back with a shriek. I turn the back to the mirror, even the voice sounded like her. I had to change back or into something else.

Luke had heard me shriek, he came to see if anything was okay. He stood nailed in the doorway when he saw me, or not me, Annabeth me. He looked horrified; I quickly glanced back in the mirror and saw the black haired and sea green self.
"What did you do?" he asked still shocked.
"I… I got distracted trying to practice shifting my appearance. And… and accidently thought of her."
He came into the room from were he had been standing in the doorway, he walked over to where I was standing, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me. I looked back in the mirror to make surer I was really me again, and I saw I was crying, again. I let Luke hug me as I stood there looking in the mirror over his shoulder.

As we parted I did something stupid, I kissed him. At first just a gentle soft perk on the lips, but he stepped back and said:
"Hey it's okay" as he squeaked my shoulder. "Percy, this can't lead to something. I don't like you that way, we are more like brothers. And beside I think you maybe should move on from Annabeth before you get into something with someone. You got to understand what happened in the living room was a onetime thing, I only let you do it because you needed it. It was letting you kiss me or fight me." He laugh a little before he continued. "besides am not really what you want."
"Sorry" I blushed and turned around so he wouldn't see the fresh tears, he was right of course. I didn't want him. I wanted Annabeth back, but he had known my story and me. I'm tired of feeling alone and he could have helped me, but he is right that can't lead somewhere. The comfort would be nice even though he doesn't make my heart gallop with want, passion and love. He would just be a warm boy and I would just end op using him.
I turn to him again, smiled at I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand.
"Yeah, your right. Instead of attacking you with kisses I just use my fists next time." I smiled and punched him in the arm.

"Oh, you didn't." Luke said, as he tackled me in to the bed, as he tickled me hard. He really tried to hold med down, but I think that the last few years of monster/giant/titan fighting had given me the advances, in no more than half a second he was the one begging for mercy, wriggling beneath me. We were both laughing as I let him push him me of.

None of us said in a long while, half an hour just spending looking on the wooden ceiling.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just thinking." I answered with a sigh.
"Why don't you tell me about it and maybe I can help you figure it out?" he had asked after turning to his site so he could look at me as I talked. I told him everything, the weird dreams, the funky feeling Mss. Blake gave me, the way Lydia seem to know were there would be dead bodies and the hole werewolf thing. It felt like a weight was being lifted of my shoulders, this way what I needed. A friend instead of just a fuck. Luke had always been my friend until he was brainwashed by the empusa Kelly to help the titans.

And it hit me: It hadn't been me in the sex dream with Derek, but miss Blake I had just been looking though her eyes. That meant the episode with Karli had been, too. The only thing clear in my mind was what Scott had said earlier today 'The druids are emissaries', right? So what if the Darach was the emissary of the Alpha pack. Miss Blake had been an emissary, but not to the alpha pack, no she had been the emissary to Karli's pack before Karli had joined the alpha pack.

That my dear friends is a major break thought, I can call you friends right? Since I have been blotting myself here to you guys.

So the big question is whether about I walk directly op to miss Blake and simply kill her or go to the others in the pack. I would be the easiest to just go up to her at gut her open, but somehow, I think I would raise a hell of a lot investigation and jail time for me. And I can't really cope with that right now so I choose to go to the pack and there comes my next quotient who do I go to? Oh, and don't forget how I get there.

"LUKE, PERCY. WE'RE EATING!" It was my mom, yelling. It was still wired that my mom could see him and I had a feeling that she was not the only one. Paul hadn't said anything, but I think he had seen glimpses of him. And after having him around for so long he was becoming more and more human.

I hate myself for not opdateing for so long!