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Flowers and Brimstone

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series and I'm not making any money here either.

Summary: Hades and Persephone have a baby, but they had to secret him away to the mortal world where he grew up believing he is human. He sees dead people. Plants talk to him. The meds do nothing but make him sneeze. But, one day, while visiting a garden shop with his folks, he falls face first into a situation that cracks the enchantment which cloaks him from the realm of myth. As if being the adopted son of a preacher man wasn't bad enough, now he's running from a snaked haired woman, a goat demon, and people with scary swords. Irreverence, Language, MM, OC, Violence

Chapter Three

Christian raced down the outside hotel stairway and then ran along the cement sidewalk at the very bottom. He had no idea where he was or where it was his feet were taking him. All he did know was that he needed some serious space at the moment.

His swift steps faltered when a wave of nausea struck him between the eyes. Dizzy, he stumbled forward three steps and collapsed on his knees in the freshly cut grass. Fine beads of sweat broke out across his smooth brow and he could smell sliced watermelon. He could taste the sticky sweetness on his tongue and he was suddenly really thirsty.

Not for water.

Something thicker.

Darker.

Visions of fragrant pink plum blossoms spiraled through a long ago memory. William had cut his index finger while playing with a pocketknife and Christian had taken the older teen's finger, put it to his lips and lapped at the cut with his tongue. Sweeter than honey and smelled better than diced red apples. The blood had filled him and raced through him like a roaring wildfire. It was as if his very flesh had wanted to devour it all.

Feeding him.

Fueling him.

/Sacrifice…/

His head snapped up and his eyes looked all around. Nobody was around. Not even a passing shade. It was as if he were the only person in the world. He couldn't even hear birds chirping anymore.

But, all around him was wild blooming roses. Their petals were deep crimson in color, almost as if each petal had been painted with fresh blood and delicately frosted with dewy moonlight.

/What the fuck?/

/Hello Master, voices greeted him./

He squeaked and fell back on his ass.

A dozen little voices giggled in his head and more roses grew, bursting into bloom like fireworks. Emerald vines adorned with lethal thorns coiled around and up his left arm.

He held his breath, waiting for a sting that never came. The vines were caressing him and he actually noticed that the tree to his right was leaning as if trying to get as close to him as it could without lifting up its roots and moving.

/We know you, Master. All the Green knows you. We are yours to love and command./

The voices. So many, many voices. Male. Female. Those in-between. All speaking as one living, powerful entity.

His head felt like it was going to explode in a light pink spray of brain meat and bone powder. He wanted to scream, but the thorns held his actions at bay.

He bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Surely he had fallen and hit his head on something hard. He was still asleep in the backseat of his parent's car. All of this was just a really bad dream brought on by a lack of nutrition and sunlight. His mom had warned him.

"Christian," he heard William speak his name in a deadpan manner. "What are those weeds doing to you?"

He opened his eyes and would have laughed had he not been on the verge of a total mental collapse. He was thankful the lot was empty, otherwise a lot of people would see a garden making out with him and there would be no way he'd be able to explain it.

/Flowers Gone Wild./

William looked as though he wished he had a can of weed killer or a really big weed whacker. He looked super pissed the fuck off.

"Grover!" William turned his head, shouting over his shoulder. "Bring me the ax!"

Christian looked up at him and silently asked the flora to let him up. To his amazement, the flora gently lifted him up into the air, planting him firmly on his feet, but the vines still coiled around him. Their sensuous movements reminded him of fanged serpents in constant dance.

/Release me, please…/

The roses did so at once. It was almost instant. The thorns made not one scratch or tiny graze along his pale flesh.

He took a deep breath in thanks. He hadn't been flayed. No flesh hanging from exposed bone.

Footsteps were running closer. All three teeny boppers came bounding around the corner like a herd of elephants.

"Where's the monster?" Grover asked, looking this way and that. He looked like he was ready to charge head first.

Percy and Annabeth had their swords drawn and waiting for an attack to commence. Did they always look ready for an impending battle?

Roses peeked over Christian's slender shoulders and between his slightly spread legs.

"Hey!" William snapped, bending over to face the sweet smelling blossoms. "That's mine!"

Christian felt his face catch fire and Percy cleared his throat. Annabeth looked as if she'd entered a wonderful boy-love novel and Grover was licking his lips. The satyr was looking at the roses as if they were dinner.

/Do roses taste good?/

/We do not! If the satyr comes near us we shall strike more than his tail./

"You really should come back to the room and put that hellfire out," Percy told him, pointing at him with his sword. He looked a little pink in the face.

Vines rattled like venomous rattlesnakes.

/Calm down,/ Christian caught himself speaking to the flora again. /He won't hurt me. In fact, he saved me. Now get back in the earth before tourists come along and start taking pictures./

The roses and their vines did as was commanded them. They descended back into the ground, leaving the soil looking totally undisturbed. It was as if there had never been any Garden of Lust.

/Jesus!/

He was mad.

/I'm talking to horny flowers./

Annabeth took a step towards him. She looked a little mystified.

"Yes?" He asked, wishing he could hide behind William without being seen.

"Are you like us?" She asked him. "Or…"

William snorted.

Her blade flashed a pale grey and she suddenly swung her sword, slicing straight across his right hand. With a startled hiss, he snatched hold of his injured hand and jumped back, holding it to his chest.

His eyes went wide, filling with betrayal.

"You fucking cunt!" William rounded on her, silvery blue eyes blazing fury. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Raise that blade to him again and I'll find a way to smash your face in."

"Look," Annabeth quickly motioned.

Percy and Grover did so, even though they had looks of complete shock on their faces.

William looked like he wished he could spit acid into her eyes, but he turned around and his face blanked.

"Your blood…" Grover whispered.

Christian looked down and his already wide eyes widened even more. Between his trembling fingers was liquid gold.

He carefully removed his hand from his bleeding wound.

From his cut seeped gold.

He was bleeding molten gold.

"Oh. Oh, God," he said, putting his hand back over his wound, swaying on his feet. "How the hell did I get an STD?"

To Be Continued…

Please review and tell me what you all think.

~Flora
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