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Of Wine And War	By : KiriNoTenshi Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 28996 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Thank you everyone for your patience and support. School is keeping my busy, plus I had a bit of a family crisis over this past week, and now I''m coming down with a cold. I guess since I''ll be taking it easy till my immune system gets it''s act together i''ll have more time to write ^_^ So... that''s a good thing.
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was a searing headache. I guess I had my low alcohol tolerance to thank for that. The second thing I noticed was I was in my bunk at camp and I was clean. No blood, no sweat, and no other bodily fluids. I was wearing my jeans but my camp T-shirt was on one of the empty bunks with a hole in the side and blood smeared all over it.

Did last night really happen? Of course it did, that’s why I had a head ache. I started to shift and felt a throbbing pain in my backside. Oh gods, I had had sex with Dionysus. Well actually he had tied me up and then ignored me when I had begged him to stop. I couldn’t help feeling ashamed that I had even liked it in the end. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I was bound to him forever!

I shakily stood up and went to the window. It was still dark outside. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was 4:30 in the morning. Everyone else was probably still a sleep. I grabbed a clean T-shirt and stepped outside. Everything was quiet and in seconds I was running as fast as I could to the stables.

At that moment I knew exactly what I had to do. I had to get as far away from Dionysus as I could. I would hop on Blackjack and have him fly north as far as he could. Hopefully we’d be out of the city by the time he got tired. If the gods stayed in America I would run to Canada, but I truly doubted that there was any place on earth were he couldn’t fallow me, if he wanted to, that is. He was never one to hide his hatred for me. It wasn’t really a secret that when he looked at me all he saw was his loathing for Theseus.

I ran inside the stables and straight to Blackjacks stall only to find him sleeping.

“Blackjack,” I called out, breaking the silence. “Wake up we need to go.”

Blackjack stirred and lifted his head. He yawned and soon his eyes came to focus on me.

‘Go away boss,’ He said glaring at me, which surprised me because I didn’t think horses could glare. ‘You got Porkpie killed. I trusted you boss, after everything Luke and those monsters put me through on his boat, but you’re no different!’

“Blackjack, please,” I already felt bad enough about my situation and now I found out that Porkpie is dead because of me. Porkpie and I had never really been close but he had come through for me and my friends quite a few times. “I didn’t mean for Porkpie to get hurt like that. Believe me if I could go back to that night and stop the whole thing from happening I would in a heartbeat. I would never hurt you or any of the pegasi. Please, Blackjack, we need to leave.” I was practically begging now.

‘Sorry boss,’ Blackjack said, turning his head away from me. ‘I’m not going anywhere with you.’

I won’t say that that didn’t hurt a little. I walked to the entrance of the stables before I looked back at Blackjack. If he wouldn’t help me then it was a safe bet that the other pegasi wouldn’t either. I started running for the border of camp. I didn’t really know what to do now. It was too far to run all the way home to my mom, and I couldn’t get a cab seeing as I didn’t have any money with me. I cursed under my breath, why hadn’t I grabbed some before I ran from the cabin.

I was so focused on getting out of camp that a root caught me by surprise as I tripped over it, head first. I fell hard. My forehead hitting a small rock that was sticking up out of the ground. I pushed myself up and tried to take step forward only to find that my leg wouldn’t move. I looked down and saw why. Grapevines.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

I turned and saw Dionysus leaning against an elm tree. He was wearing white tiger striped pajamas with a bunch of grapes embroidered on the collar.

“Let me go,” I demanded an edge of panic in my voice.

“No,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “As you were told the first day you arrived, you cannot leave camp without permission from either Chiron or myself.”

“I’m leaving,” I said through grit teeth. “You can drag me back to camp, but as soon as you let go I’ll run again.” I started to pull at my leg harder. “You… after what you did… I never want to see you again!” As I shouted the last part the vines around my ankle started to move up my leg. Dionysus straightened up and the elm tree that he had been leaning on transformed into a dryad and fled.

“As I recall,” Dionysus mused. “You seemed to enjoy yourself last night.”

I wanted to punch him in his smug face. “I didn’t want that!” my voice becoming hysterical. “You forced me! I begged you to stop!”

“Believe me,” Dionysus’s gaze became more intense. “I am not happy about this arrangement either. However, you did agree to this.”

“You never told me that ‘claim’ was code for fucking me!” I screamed at him. His eyes grew hard and cold. I saw images of a mother going mad and boiling her infant child. I saw Cyclopes ripping apart a small child as pomegranate trees sprang from the ground were the blood fell. And then the images were gone. Dionysus regarded me coldly, a purple fire in his eyes.

“I am your master now,” he said sternly. “You will do well to remember that.” He began to walk towards me until he was within an arm’s reach. He raised his hands and brushed his fingers against the cut on my forehead. “After all, we are going to be together for a long time.” He brought his fingers in front of my face so that I could see the blood he’d wiped off my forehead, except instead of blood, it was golden Ichor.

Seeing the Ichor just made me angrier. I didn’t want to be stuck with this jerk forever.

“Screw you,” I said through gritted teeth.

“You will regret that, Jorgenson,” He said dangerously. That pushed me over the edge.

“My name is Percy Jackson, you son of a bitch!” I screamed. I had lost all the control I had left. “You’re still pretending you don’t know my name! You condescending prick! After what you did to me! You fucking r-raped me!” I choked on the word ‘raped’. Just admitting that that was what had happened was almost too much.

Dionysus’s face seemed to twist with rage. The vines continued to creep up my body, wrapping around my neck. I could feel the vines tighten to apply pressure but not enough to cut off my air supply entirely.

“Listen well, Percy Jackson,” He spat out my name like it was a vile insult. “You belong to me, and I can treat you how ever I want. I can call you whatever I want. And though you are now immortal, that does not mean that I can’t drive you to the point where you will beg me to end your miserable life only to be denied.” As he said this his hand griped my thigh, over the spot where the tattoo that had appeared last night was. I felt a fire shoot up my spine as if every nerve ending in my body were on fire. I vaguely felt a scream escape but there was so much pain I couldn’t tell if that was the case. And then suddenly the pain was gone. As the haze of pain receded, and I came back to my senses, I realized I had crumbled to the ground. My vision was blurred by unshed tears, and I couldn’t help the fear that rose in my chest as Dionysus crouched down beside me. If I didn’t know any better I’d almost swear he looked concerned.

“Percy,” he said softly. “You should know better than to anger a god.”

“What did you just do to me?” I couldn’t help the tremors that ran through my body, still recovering from what had just happened.

“The mark on your leg gives me sway over your physical feelings,” he said never taking his eyes off my face. “I can elicit feelings that range from pleasure to pain, even intense fatigue or boundless energy if I feel it is warranted. If you don’t want to feel that pain again then you need to refrain from speaking to me like that in the future. I am your master now, and you will treat me with the respect that is demanded of someone in your position. Do you understand?”

I nodded quickly, I didn''t want to risk making him angry by hesitating. In reality my brain was still trying to comprehend everything he had just said.

“Good, now there are a few things that need to be addressed before I send you back to your cabin,” Dionysus said standing up and walking over to a throne of grapevines that had just grown out of the ground. I felt vines moving under me as they rose to form a bench, however, some of the vines remained wrapped around my waist to keep me seated. “As you realize I have claimed you.” He paused, studying my face that I was trying to keep blank. “This means that any other claim another god had over you is, for the most part, void. Meaning that while you will always be a son of Poseidon, your triumphs and failure will no longer be attributed to him. Instead your actions will represent me.”

“The hell I will,” my fear melting away and being replaced by anger again. “I will always fight for Poseidon. I’m loyal to my father and I don’t care about whatever claim you think you have over my –” Dionysus raised his hand and suddenly my voice no longer worked.

“If you doubt my words then feel free to contact your father and ask him yourself,” Dionysus said with a shrug. “However, since I have claimed you, you will need to pack your belongings and be moved into my cabin by lights out tonight.”

As soon as he finished saying this the vines holding me down started to fall away. Dionysus stood and began to walk back to camp without saying another word. I sat there and waited until I knew he was gone, letting everything he had said really sink in. I’m not sure how long I sat there but as the sun started to appear on the horizon I got up and made my way back to camp, my head hung in defeat the whole way.

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