<div align="center"><em>Curfew Breakers Beware</em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/097/a/e/harpy_by_Zoilus.jpg)</div><br/>Mr. D leaned out his bedroom window and waved his hand, seemingly at nothing. Almost instantly five figures shot out of the ground and took flight in the night sky. The Harpies didn't get much work in other seasons of the year, so the first day of camp was always enjoyable to them. Unlike a lot of monsters the harpies did have thoughts of their own and did have other things to think about than feeding on half-blood flesh. But right now, that was all they thought about.<br/><br/>Each one had the body of a beautiful woman. Tall and slender with perky, naked breasts. But other than that, they were quite ugly. Their slender legs turned to scaled legs of a bird of prey with six inch long talons. From the shoulder down their arms was scaled flesh that turned into feathers. Feather mowhawks topped their hag like faces. Yellow, pointed teeth were used for ripping and tearing. Each had a thick collar with a broken metal chain hanging from their long necks. The collars were imprinted with,<em>'Please return to Camp Half-Blood if found.'</em><br/><br/>One of them sniffed the air and pointed to the stables, but by the time they got there Abigale and Vincent were gone. The horses stirred and clopped the ground at the harpies as they took off into the air again. This time they caught the scent of two half-bloods near the lake, or rather in it.<br/><br/>"Food for the harpies," one of them cackled as they skimmed the surface of the water. Circling it like vultures, each one with mouths dripping with saliva. Their talons causing ripples in the water, but none of them willing to risk ruining their wings by diving in to get the half-bloods at the bottom.