A/N Hi guys! I'm trying out a new story! I promise to try to be better with the updating, no more waiting months for a new chapter, I'm terribly sorry about that. I was having a serious case of writer's block, to the point where I wanted to take the whole thing down. But anyway I finished that, and decided hey why not play around with this idea. In this world there isn't much use of powers, if any at all, I do believe I'm going to stick to the mortal sides of the characters, but I will try to attribute their powers to their mortal selves. Now given that there is such limited space for writing a summary for this story, I failed to mention the following; so a quick disclaimer: There are some dark areas implied in the story (rape, mental/physical abuse, etc.) I won't be going in depth into it, it's not one of those stories, but the topics are in there, so just saying. There is a bit of intimacy in the story, but no lemons. Quite frankly I'm too awkward even thinking of how to describe such things, much less actually write it down and make a good scene, so also not that kind of story (sorry/ you're welcome depends on how you see it). Okay well that's it from the top of my head, so enjoy!

Chapter 1

The band around her finger felt cold and alien like, it never did seem to take her mold; some days it seemed a little too loose, others a little too tight. She always played with it absent minded, never really paying much attention to it, never quite forgetting it. Her stormy grey eyes matched the weather today, she could hear thunder rumbling above her, ready to let loose upon the world. She sighed as she stared out at the enormous forest she called a backyard.

3 months. She thought to herself. Surely after 3 months things would change, he would change.

It had been 3 months since the day she had said I do. I do promise to be faithful to my husband; I do promise to love him and respect him; I do promise to care for him in sickness and in health.

3 months since he had promised the exact same thing; some promises, however, are more difficult to keep. For example how can one keep a promise of love if there was never any love to begin with?

A strong breeze made the young woman shudder and hug herself tight, she took one last look at the grey sky before stepping back inside. She plopped onto her bed and lay down, running her hand through her long blonde hair. Annabeth turned her head to look at the picture on her nightstand, it was of her and her best friend; Thalia. Thalia had died right before the wedding, she was the only one telling Annabeth not to go through with it. She was the only one that understood; yet with her only supporter gone what was Annabeth to do?

If she refused to marry her parents would disown her, if she refused it was more than likely that her mother-in-law would have her killed. You may be wondering what kind of person would do that? A monster, that's who. Annabeth's family was one of the most successful drug cartels in the east coast, well her father was. Her mother had left them when she was only three, off to become a renowned lawyer. What are the odd's that a lawyer would marry a criminal? The truth is he wasn't a crook before her mother left, Annabeth's father did what he had to do in order to maintain them and survive; soon he got lost in the taste of power and wealth. And that's where the Kraken lady comes into the story.

The Castellan Clan was one of the most powerful groups in the slave trade, they had no regard for human life. When May Castellan heard about Frederick Chase's daughter turning of age, she had the brilliant idea to unite the two most powerful families together. Of course Annabeth's father agreed without her consent, and now here she was.

Mrs. Luke Castellan, one of the most miserable persons alive. Luke himself wasn't bad, he was good to her. He was very handsome, even with the long scar on the left side of his face. He stood at 6 ft 2, with broad shoulders and a good athletic build. He had mischievous electric blue eyes that made her blush, his short blond hair made them pop. There were times when Annabeth felt like she could fall for him, of course she could she was the naive 19 year old college student and he was the devilishly handsome 21 year old hottie. He was kind to her, and cared about her; as she did about him. Yet neither one of them loved the other, and they both knew it. They were just pawn's in their parents game to take control of the illegal industry. A game that had cost her her freedom, her education, her career, her life.

She had always dreamed of becoming an architect, and revolutionizing the world with her ideas. Yet the kraken refused to let her leave the property, she claimed it wasn't right for her to be out and about, when she should be at home ready to receive her husband. She really was old fashioned.

A loud bang at the door startled Annabeth, "Who is it?" She called out, propping herself up on an elbow.

"Who else would it be you idiot?!" Shrieked the kraken behind the door. Annabeth suppressed a groan.

"It's open." She answered laying back down.

In hobbled a small woman, she walked with a cane and a scowl. The only time she smiled is when people kneeled before her and begged for their life. "What are you doing?!" She shouted outraged. "It's your 3 month anniversary! You should be preparing to welcome home your husband! Not lying around like a lazy cow!"

Annabeth sat up immediately and glared at her, "Excuse me, but I wouldn't be just lying around if I was allowed to anything aside from being at Luke's beck and call. Also I don't see what's so important about today, we both know Luke isn't coming today or tomorrow or ever. If you weren't such a control freak maybe he wouldn't be like this, incompetent!"

"You dare to blame this on me you insignificant little girl?! Maybe if you did your job as a women, I would have a grand child on the way. What you need to do is fix yourself up and do what your supposed to do." The kraken bellowed.

"I'm supposed to be living my life, not be trapped in here the 24 hours of the day!" Annabeth screamed standing up off the bed.

The old woman glared at her, "You are to do as expected of you and I don't want to hear another word out of you. You've been warned." She said exiting the room, slamming the door behind her.

Annabeth balled her fists at her side, and paced angrily. Sometimes she felt it would be better if they just killed her, at least she wouldn't be miserable anymore.

The hours passed and the dark soon came, bringing along a heavy storm. Annabeth lay in her bed, fast asleep. The steady patter of the rain soothing to her, the thunder and lighting not bothering her in the least; it seemed she felt most at ease in the middle of a storm, at least then she knew the only one with problems.

The bed shifted as another body slipped under the sheets, wrapping an arm around the sleeping woman's waist. Annabeth frowned in her sleep, slowing waking to a semi-conscious state. "Luke?" She mumbled.

Her response was a peck on the shoulder and a soft "Mhm."

She snuggled into her pillow once more, "What are you doing here?" She asked with a sleep filled whisper.

She didn't hear anything, instead she felt slow kisses trailing along her neck and up her jaw. She slowly turned around and opened her eyes, it was pitch black. She couldn't see much except for the occasional flash of light outside. "Are you sure?" she asked sheepish. They had tried many times, but never gotten anywhere, and the next day was filled with snapping and door slamming, everybody was in a bad mood taking the blame or blaming someone else, when in truth it was nobody's fault. She always felt bad for Luke afterward though, he had to deal with his mother belittling him, Annabeth never held anything against Luke, but he could never look her in the eye for the next few days out of embarrassment.

"Yeah." Came the soft whisper. Annabeth felt soft lips press against hers, there was something different tonight. The kiss was soft at first, hesitant; but it soon grew into a passionate and almost ravenous embrace. She felt a fire spread along her body wherever his skin came into contact with hers. The young man felt a desire he did not expect, the instant he had touched her he yearned for more. As the fire grew, they both forgot their problems for the moment; she the life that was taken from her, he the life he would forever be ruining once she turned on the light.

A/N So? What'd you think, it is a rather short chapter, the first few ones will be, simply because that's just how they were planned out in order to build up and set the plot. Things will pick up and get lengthier with time. But hey shorter chapters means faster updates right? Anyway I hope I've captured your attention and you'll stick around for the rest of the story. Til next time!