Summary:

Juliet ran away at a young age and finds others like her early on. Others that run from the monsters, others who can see them, others who become her protector, her friend, her family. For years she lives at camp, growing up and learning to fight and surviving a war, and she learns that she has other family. Blood family. Mortal family. Her mother, who she had watched die at the hands of her step-father, has a brother in Forks, Washington. Of course she can't be the only thing not quite human in the area...

A/N:So here is the first chapter on this and I know that not many read crossovers, but I hope whoever does end up reading this, likes it. Please let me know what you think in a review.

The Sun God's Daughter

Chapter 1

Run, Juliet, faster.

When the man first appeared, she had been all to willing to listen- to get away from her terrifying stepfather and his bruising fists and limp, bloody, mother laying on the floor.

When the man first appeared, looking terrifying like an avenging angel, in a flash of gold light, she thought she had been saved from the monster that has been hurting her and her kind, beautiful, mother all these years.

The angel told her to run, run away as fast as she could and not look back- and she did, leaving the angel glowing with an intense heat and glaring down at her cowering stepfather with a furry that she's never seen before.

So she ran and ran as the Angel had told her to, and didn't look back even as her clumsy five-year-old feet made her trip and rip giant, bloody holes in her colorful and mismatched leggings.

Three days pass, the voice of her Angel guiding her to food and shelter, before the first monster appears.

Terrifying with its scaly body and sharp teeth, she had barely gotten away with four claw marks down her right arm before her angel directed her into a construction site where a falling beam landed on it.

Since then, more scary beasts had chased her while her Angel urged her on.

Just a little further. Don't stop running, you're almost safe now.

Tears burn the backs of her eyes painfully and she fights desperately to keep them at bay. Crying makes her vision go fuzzy, and when she can't see, she trips.

The monsters usually catch up when she falls and she falls a lot.

The full moon glimmers eerily above her, sending shadows crawling across the litter covered streets like serpents.

The only noises she can hear are the growls following her, the sound of her little feet slapping the ground as she strains her legs to go faster, always faster, even as she splashes through a deep, murky puddle.

Water stains the front of her filthy yellow skirt and her pounding heart makes her deaf to the threatening sounds drawing nearer.

Her wavy blond hair is plastered to her face and the back of her neck in sweat and dirt and blood, making it look more of a thing out of a horror movie.

Please, please, Angel, I want to go home to mommy! Please take me home!

A sob rocks her tiny body and the tears she had been trying so hard not to let fall, blur and blind her to the dark ally.

Shadows, the night, darkness, all scared her even before she knew that the monsters she was sure we're under her bed, were real.

She likes the sun and singing and dancing and giggling with her mother on the days her stepfather is out, and she likes the warmth that the day seems to bring her and the happy smile that always seemed to light her mothers face when she looked up at its warming heat.

She doesn't like this place with the never-ending darkness; it's so overwhelmingly frightening and she just wants to hide under her blanket with her teddy bear and a flashlight.

Please, please, please...!

Go in there, her angel tells her softly, help will find you soon.

Her hands slap to the cold metal of the door, being unable to stop her barreling momentum, and she struggles with the thick, heavy metal.

Too slow, she knows that she's being too slow, and the monsters will be on her in a moment.

Using all her strength and weight, she pries the door open just enough for her to squeeze through and pull it shut.

A bang rattles the whole warehouse as the first monster hits the door.

Backing away with heaving breaths that turn into a sob at the end, she trips over a fallen chair.

From there, she crawls past tarps and various broken furniture and glass, curling up with her back in a corner.

She stares down miserably at her beat up sneakers, trying her hardest to muffle her sobs.

She used to love the lights that flashed on her feet with every step, changing colors and making her giggle, but she hates them now.

When they flash, they make scary shapes on the walls- new shadows that move and dance and hide when she looks.

With her skinny arms wrapped around her bloody and scabbed knees, and her dirty tear streaked cheek laying on her arms, she slips into a fitful sleep full of nightmares.

Her Angel's voice is silent.

...

She startles awake with gasping breaths and her heart in her throat.

A noise had roused her, not her dark dreams.

The low moan of metal being pried open has little silent gasps seizing her chest in fright.

Had the monsters gotten in? She doesn't want to run anymore, she hurts all over. Even her eyes are starting to burn again.

Low voices reach her ears as she scrambles around on her hands and knees. If she stands, the lights on her shoes will let them know exactly where she is. Maybe they don't actually know she's here yet.

More tears leak in a steady stream as her shoulder hits a desk and something made of glass tumbles to the ground with a very loud shatter, making the voices and shuffling suddenly stop.

Panic squeezes the young girl's throat and she scrambles across the ground and broken glass faster than before, and dives under a table that has a tarp hanging over it.

Both dirty and bloody hands cover her mouth, fighting against the loud sob that is forcing its way up her throat along with, maybe, her last meal that she had.

Her knees are tucked tightly to her chest, making herself as small of a ball as possible.

The tarp is suddenly ripped away along with any restraint keeping her scream in.

All she sees is a pointy spear aimed at her, and a large circular thing with the scariest impression in the strange metal she had ever seen.

"No more monsters, NO MORE MONSTERS!" Explodes surprisingly loud from her tiny body.

"Thalia, wait!" A voice shouts and the scary metal plate and pointy object are gone from her vision. She knows they're there though and she swings wildly at the hands that reach for her.

They look like normal hands, but she's seen a nice sales lady turn into a green scaly thing before, and her normal hands turned into claws.

Screaming and kicking, the hands finally disappear after she bit down hard on a wrist, hard enough to draw blood.

Throat raw and sore, her voice breaks off to look tearfully out at the four faces, all equally smudged and dirty, though they look much neater than her own.

They are all young looking, kids really, and look nothing like the monsters she'd come across. The youngest in the group was maybe only a year or two older than she was.

The older girl kneels down in front of her, looking weary but her electric blue eyes are soft.

"Shhh, it's okay, we're not going to hurt you. We're not monsters, okay? My name is Thalia, an this is Luke, Annabeth, and Grover. We are running from the monsters too. What's your name?" Thalia asks, keeping her hands smartly on her knees and in plain view so she doesn't scare the young, bleeding girl.

She is obviously a half-blood.

She sniffs, blinking at the not so scary spiky-haired girl.

"Juliet," she says, wiping her nose on her ripped neon green sleeve.

Moving slowly, Thalia stands and reaches out a single hand.

"You can come out now Juliet, we're here to help you."

Is this what her Angel meant? Is this the help he had promised?

She ignores the offered hand and launches out of her hiding place, into the arms of her new protector with fresh sobs.