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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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Ok here's chapter 8. I'll admit this was one of the harder chapters to write. So, here you go, the long awaited 'chat' between Dionysus and Percy.(I think I've put it off for as long as I can.)
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I just sat there and stared at Dionysus, who was sitting on his sofa gazing at a blank TV screen as if it were on. A feeling of dread washes over me as I frantically looked around the room to see if maybe someone might burst through the wall and save me from this psycho. No such luck, and in retrospect I wouldn’t have been thrilled to play the part of ‘damsel in distress’. I’m a hero, thank you very much, and that means that I need to be brave.

It seemed Dionysus had dressed me. I shuddered at the thought that he had touched me again. I slowly kick the sheets off of myself and lower my feet to the floor. My whole body protests every movement but I couldn’t afford to look weak, not when I was alone with him in the room. I shift my weight off of the bed and onto my own two feet. I took a couple of steps forward before I had to brace myself on the bed to keep from falling.

I look up at Dionysus who was still staring at the empty TV screen. I shook it off and quickly made my away to the door. I clasp the knob, one quick turn and I’d be out of there. I went to turn it only to find that it wouldn’t budge. I started frantically tugging at the door, it was my only escape. I needed to get out of this horrible room.

“That door won’t open unless I will it to,” Dionysus spoke, finally turning his head to face me. “Now, come and sit down.” It sounded more like a demand than a request. He raised his hand to gesture to an empty chair about five feet from his own seat.

I continued to scan the room, hoping to find an exit that I hadn’t notice before. But the room was built like a wine cellar; there was only one entrance and one exit, which is locked. So, if I couldn’t get out I’d just have to play along until he lets me out. I cautiously make my way over to the chair and sit down, careful of the pain that was still present.

“I feel that perhaps I got carried away last night,” Dionysus said dismissively.

“Perhaps!” I said. He’s was even going to admit that he was inarguably in the wrong. He wasn’t even going to apologize!

“I am the god of madness,” he continued on as if he hadn’t heard me. “I suppose even I succumb to my own expertise in that area some times.”

Was he trying to make me mad? This was absurd. I want to hit him and scream at him but at the same time I was still too afraid of him.

“Crazy doesn’t even begin to cover what you did,” I said weakly. I wish I could have said it in a stronger way but my throat was still sore from last night. “If you had stopped for a second and listened to me…I… You thought I was Theseus!”

The statement hung in the air, Dionysus’ face seemed to become a bit more serious. He watched me as I glared right back while, simultaneously, pushing myself farther into the back of the chair. After a few seconds he let out a heavy sigh.

“You are bound to me,” he said softly. “Eris had no right to even look at you.”

“Then why’d you take it out on me,” my voice suddenly finding the strength to gain some volume. “Why’d you have to drag me through camp, where everyone would see?! Why’d you have to humiliate me like that?! Why’d you have to lock me in here?! Why did you …” my voice trailed off. I couldn’t bring myself to say that four letter word, but I had to make him admit that he owed me a Hades of a lot more than his half-assed explanations.

“You have no idea how much you look like him,” Dionysus mused in a quiet tone. “The same eyes, the same hair, you two could’ve been twins if it weren’t for the fact that you were born 3,000 years apart. But, I will admit your looks are where the similarities end. You, Percy Jackson, are loyal to the people you call friends. Your brother never even came close to you in that department.”

“Why did you do this to me?” I said again.

“I was angry. You know how gods get when they’re angry,” Dionysus said taking a deep breath. “I was angry at you for being so stubborn. I was angry at Eris for breaking etiquette and daring to lay a hand on you. I was angry at Theseus for what he did all those years ago.” He paused as if struggling with the next part. “And I was angry at myself for not protecting you from Ares from the start. For having to be the one to imprison you in this situation by omitting the details, but if you had chosen death I…” he stopped himself from saying whatever he had been about to say. “And, now, for not protecting you from myself.”

I was stunned. He hadn’t really apologized but that was still more then I had expected to get out of him. I stared at him as shock seemed to dominate my features. Dionysus shifted uncomfortably.

“See this is why I hate having meaningful conversations,” Dionysus said irritably. “They always become so… maudlin.”

“Maudlin?” I raised a skeptical eyebrow. Did he really think he was being sentimental?

“Yes well, that a side,” Dionysus said as he began to change the subject. “I have been wondering if you had that conversation with your father?”

“Um, no,” I looked up at him confused that he would even care. “He wasn’t there. I had to talk to Triton instead.”

“I see,” Dionysus muttered. “I wasted a drachma just so old barnacle beard could skip out on the call. What a waste. Iris should give me a refund for that.”

“What do you mean ‘you’ wasted a drachma,” I asked.

“Well who did you think put it in your pocket? One of the pegasi?”

“No, I just didn’t think it was like you to give away money like that,” I said defensively. “You’re not the most giving person.”

“What are you talking about,” Dionysus said looking affronted. “I’ll have you know, I’m very charitable.”

Why couldn’t it be like this all the time? Why’d he always have to ruin it by acting like a jerk? It’s moments like these that I realize, he’d actually be, dare I say it, likeable if he just put forth a little effort. That and if he could keep his endless amounts of crazy in check.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked tentatively. “Does Ariadne know about this whole bond thing?”

“She is aware,” Dionysus said with a sigh. “She isn’t too happy about it, seeing as who your brother is and all,” I flinched a little at that. “But she understands that the situation deemed it necessary. I don’t believe she holds any ill-will towards you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding. I guess that makes one less person who doesn’t like me and might later come back to try and kill me.

“One more thing.”

“What?” Dionysus asked impatiently.

“What about the rest of the camp?”

“I don’t think they have any ill-will towards you either,” Dionysus rubbed his chin as if he was really thinking about it. I wanted to hit him.

“That’s not what I meant,” I said angrily. “They all saw me get dragged around by you. They’re going to have questions. What in Hades am I supposed to tell them?”

“The truth,” Dionysus shrugged. “And if any of them give you a hard time about it, just tell me and I’ll turn them into a shrub.”

This was starting to get exhausting. I debated whether or not to continue arguing with him but it seemed like a waste of time.

“By the way,” Dionysus started. “Chiron has gone ahead and moved your belongs into my cabin. Pollux has already been made aware of the situation as well. He seemed to look forward to having a new roommate. He’s been a little lonely ever since we lost Castor.”

“I suppose I’ll be eating meals at your table, too,” I asked, a little on the peeved side. I didn’t want to move out of Poseidon’s cabin. It felt so final, like my one last safe haven was being taken away.

“You can eat there,” Dionysus nodded. “Or you can eat with me at the head table. I’ll leave that up to you.”

“Can you at least heal me like you did last time?” I asked.

“I’m not Apollo. Besides, with the Ichor in your veins your body should be fully healed by tonight.”

“Tonight?” I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 5:30. Since it was around 7 when I met Eris, I had to assume it was 5:30AM.

We lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. After nearly a minute of staring at each other (actually I was glaring, he was wearing his poker face), waiting for someone to say something, I decided to break the silence.

“If that’s all can I go now,” I asked impatiently. I probably sounded like a child but I didn’t care. Dionysus just waved his hand dismissively then went back to staring at the silent TV.

I got up and quickly walked over to the door. My fingers wrapped around the knob once more and I could feel the anticipation building within me. I could almost taste the freedom on the other side of the door.

“I am sorry, Percy.”

“Huh?” I turned around to face him again. I wanted to ask him to repeat what he’d just said. Maybe even record it somehow so I could listen to it over and over again whenever I needed to. But as I looked back the room was empty with only the faint smell of grapes lingering in the air.

I opened the door and stepped back into the kitchen. As soon as the door shut behind me it disappeared into the wall. I slowly made my way through the Big House, checking around the corners as I went, half expecting Dionysus to jump out at me. I made it to the front door and stepped out into the brisk morning air. I paused for a second trying to figure out where I should go now. All my stuff was in Dionysus’ cabin but Pollux was probably still asleep.

I decided I’d go and practice in the arena. That should take my mind off things. Mrs. O’Leary was probably there and it had been a while since I’d seen her. My mind made up, I headed off in that direction.
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Ok well there you have it. I hope that has helped, somehow. Don't get me wrong, Percy's still pissed (and rightfully so) but this defiantly helps with story progression. Anyway, comments are always awesome. (I can't believe how much feed back I've gotten for this ^_^) Oh and Rick Riordan's new book series The Kane Chronicles came out on 5/4 so that may be worth checking out. It's no Camp Half-Blood but Egypt is fun, too (I hope Anubis shows up). So, till next time. Happy Mother's Day!
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