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((This Fic is about Tula Bonham))

''There is a notebook in an old wooden chest. It is covered with a thick layer of dust. You pull it out and loock at it, then open it, and begin to read it''

Prologue
If you find this, I’m either dead or missing.

Probably the latter.

Hi. I’m Tula Bonham. Nice name right? Kinda rolls off the tongue. I’m a half blood. Half Greek god, half mortal. But, if you have found this, you most likely are a half blood, so let’s just skip introductions.

Oh, and if you want to know what this is, it’s my last will and testament. It also tells you what the hell happened to me.

I’ve given two people instructions to open this upon my death or disappearance, so we’ll see if they’re still alive.

If you HAPPEN to be alive, Hi! Thanks for doing this for me. Love you guys!

Anyways, on to what happened to me.

Chapter 1
So,  as most people know, I’m a Flower Child. Literally. My mother is the goddess of springtime, and my father is farmer in California. So, I’m a hippie in any way you think about it.

It all started 2 months ago, or should I say, April. It was when I had known I was a half-blood, and I was visiting my father at our farm. Visiting also meaning I did chores.

Like, you haven’t seen your kid in a month and as soon as she gets to the farm you make her change and go haul hay from the field to the barn.

Nice parenting.

You know, last time I called him, he told me my only task was to stay alive. It’s a legit concern for him.

Anyways, I was hauling the hay  into the barn when I was tackled from behind. Guess who it was? Let me give you a hint. Purple hair, long scar in her right arm, stuttering all the time.

Leah! Leah freaking Winters, from camp. She wasn’t supposed to be there, she wasn’t supposed to leave camp, and if she had stayed at camp, all of this wouldn’t have happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">Yet, she was. She jumped on top of me and I fell face first into the ground. She jumped off of me, and slapped her forhead. “S-sorry Tula!” she yelped. I pulled myself up from the dirt. “No problem-,” I looked at her. “Leah!? What the hell are you doing here!?” I nearly screamed.

<p class="MsoNormal">Leah looked around nervously, even though we were in the middle of nowhere.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sh! I-I-I n-needed to talk to y-you. No, m-m-more like w-warn you.” She looked around once more and bent in.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Those L-letters, f-f-from the guys. I-I-I k-know what –t-they want.” My eyes widened.

<p class="MsoNormal">Now, for those of you who don’t know, Leah had been getting letters from someone. Really crazy, confusing letters, written in code. I was helping her crack them around the time I went to visit my father.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You couldn’t have waited!?” I exploded. “N-n-n-no! I-I-t’s really b-bad! It’s a-about E-empousi! I-i-t was a w-warning! T-they w-w-were following me!”

<p class="MsoNormal">I stared at her. “And you CAME to my FARM?! WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING, LEAH!?” I yelled. Leah looked hurt and I sighed. “I’m sorry, It’s just that you would be safer at camp, Leah.”

<p class="MsoNormal">She winced. “O-oh. Right.” I sighed again, this time out of more annoyance. ‘You need to get back to New York.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“O-okay. T-the f-first f-flight won’t l-leave until t-t-tomorrow, though.”

<p class="MsoNormal">At this point, I wanted to slap manure on her. How could she have been so reckless?

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay, you can stay here for tonight, but- what is that?” I asked. Leah looked to where I was pointing. From a distance, it looked like a bunch of women, but as they got closer…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh no.” I muttered. Leah looked at me frantically. “Tula…” she whispered. I looked back at the group then at Leah’s pleading face. “Follow me!” I said, and I bolted into the barn.

Chapter 2
<p class="MsoNormal">“W-what are we doing?” asked Leah once we were in the barn. I climbed the wooden latter onto the loft, and lifted some hay away, tossing it aside. I pushed my arm through the yellow straw and pulled out two denim bags. “Here,” I said, tossing one down to Leah. I lifted the other one onto my back, and started down the ladder. “We are getting out of here.” I said. I hopped down, and reached into Leah’s bag.

<p class="MsoNormal">In case you’re wondering, those bags were my GTHO bags,  or Get The Hell Out bags. They each contained weapons, food and water for one person for 5 days, medical stuff, and ambrosia and nectar.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was always prepared.

<p class="MsoNormal">What I pulled out, however, was a bronze colored stake. It was about the size of three fingers, rounded like a cylinder at the top with a grip to hold it, and a very sharp, pointed end. I had made the first one by accident at camp. I was trying to make a knife, but I botched it up bad, so I turned it into a stake.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We…” I started as I swung my bag off and pulling out the other stake, handing the first one to Leah. “Are going vampire hunting.”

<p class="MsoNormal">She stared at the stake, then at me. “Whoa, w-what?!” I didn’t reply as I ran out the barn door. The vampires were getting closer now. Too close.

<p class="MsoNormal">They spotted us, and started to sprint towards us.

<p class="MsoNormal">I faced Leah, who was standing behind me. “Get us to my house!” I ordered. Leah fumbled, but shadow traveled us to my porch. I told her to stay and I flew into the house. My dad was there, making coffee.

<p class="MsoNormal">He took one look at me, holding stake and sighed. “What do you need?’ he asked wearily. Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time that our farm was attacked by angry, Greek, monsters.

<p class="MsoNormal">I smiled, and gave him a quick hug. “Thanks dad. I need you to get into the cellar, like, now. The animals will be fine. Lock the door, and don’t come out until I say so. Don’t open it for anyone.” He got up, grabbing a coffee mug. I eyed him and the mug.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What? Just because my daughter is about to kill some monsters for her old man doesn’t mean he can’t have coffee.”

<p class="MsoNormal">He sped- walked out the door and opened the doors to the underground cellar next to the house, climbing down the stairs and locking the doors.

<p class="MsoNormal">I barely explained the plan to Leah Empousa arrived.

Chapter 3
<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh shit!” I cursed. I slung off my bag and gripped my stake. A group of five, all ready to kill, their fangs bared. Their leader stepped forwards, speaking in a hissing voice. “Leah Winters, you must come with us.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“L-L-Like hell!” Leah stuttered out.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What she said!” I retorted.

<p class="MsoNormal">Lame. I know.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Very well!” she hissed, and she jumped on top of me, and the others followed suit.

<p class="MsoNormal">I sprang towards the closest one to me, she jumped at me, meeting me in the middle. I grabbed her  hair and pulled. She yelped and I used her weight, to throw her to the floor on her back. I jumped on her and pushed the stake through her ribs and into her heart. Her eyes bulged and she screamed, before turning into dust.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Leah!” I yelled. Leah used the stake, and wacked another one across the face, making her stumble back towards me. I bent down and she tripped over my back, falling to the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal">I pulled out my stake and grinned. “Learned that one in kindergarten.” I stabbed my stake again, this time in her stomach and she turned to dust.

<p class="MsoNormal">The leader finally realized I was the one they should kill first, and she used her speed to wrap her arms around my neck, her face inches from my neck. Her fangs bared.

<p class="MsoNormal">''This is IT. This is where I’m going to die. ''A tiny voice screamed in my head. But she didn’t rip into my throat, she just talked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Leah Winters come with me, or I kill the girl.” She hissed. Leah looked from the vampire to me, then back to the vampire/donkey/robot thingie. Terror was etched into her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t go, Leah!” I yelled, and the leader hissed and brought her fangs an inch from my neck.

<p class="MsoNormal">Leah looked defeated.

<p class="MsoNormal">And that’s when the Ivy wrapped around  the Emposa’s neck. She gasped as she was pulled back. “You! You little-.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Flower child.” I said smugly. The vines tightened and she gasped. “You have angered our master. He will kill you.” She hissed, and she burst into dust. I turned to face the others, but they were gone.

<p class="MsoNormal">Leah gasped. “Tula, t-that was amazing!” she said, awed. I rolled my eyes. “No big, c’mon Leah. We need to get you to New York.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I let my dad out, and after explaining everything to him, he agreed to give me the truck keys to drive into the town, even though I’m only 14.

<p class="MsoNormal">My dad is the best dad ever.

<p class="MsoNormal">I climbed in and Leah sat next to me. I rolled down the window as my dad waved good bye. “Um, you might not get this truck back.” I warned.

<p class="MsoNormal">He sighed. “I figured. Just get it beat really bad, we could the insurance money.” I laughed, and waved goodbye to him, and drove off.

<p class="MsoNormal">Luckily, I’ve know how to drive since I was little, I mean, who was gonna drive the tractor?

<p class="MsoNormal">I drove past out farm and into the town, with Leah in silence by my side the entire ride. She was scared, but who wouldn’t be?

<p class="MsoNormal">I hopped out of the truck, and shut the door. Leah followed suit.

<p class="MsoNormal">We walked down the street to the local airport, a very small airport. Leah was right, the next plane to New York wouldn’t be until tomorrow. I groaned, and we both stood outside the airport, waiting and thinking what to do next.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Great.” I muttered. Leah frowned. “N-now what?” she asked me. I shook my head. ‘I don’t know. Wait until the morning and get off to the first flight to New York. Can you even fly? You your dad being you-know-what and all?”

<p class="MsoNormal">She nodded. “I made an offering the Zeus before I came I think I should be fine.” She said. We started walking down the street.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thanks f-f-for helping me, T-tula.” I nodded.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No problem, Leah.”

<p class="MsoNormal">And that’s when the van came screeching  down the street.