Hey guys, welcome to another one of my stories. This one will be better than my first one. Again I own nothing.
I have always loved the thrill of the chase. Their hearts pounding as they realize they are going to die tonight. She ran down the street and turned down another street coming to a dead end.
"I win." I said
Her scream was covered by the busy night life of New York City.
I am not a good person. I haven't been one of those in 300 years. My name is Percy Jackson and I am a vampire. I was born here in New York City in 1696 to Sally Jackson. My father was a sailor and was lost to sea.
I was turned when I was seventeen by someone I trusted deeply. Her name was Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She was the daughter of John Dare, owner of Dare Trading Company. She had fiery red hair and light green eyes. She could charm any man into doing anything she wanted and I was one of them.
Once you have been a vampire for as long as I have, you are not sloppy. I disposed of the body in the ocean not feeling a drop of remorse. I started to head back to my apartment when I rounded a corner and bumped into.
Annabeth POV
"YOU JERK!" I yelled at my boyfriend, or should I say ex-boyfriend, Luke.
"Annabeth?!" Luke yelled after me untangling himself from a redhead.
I ran as fast as I could to get away from that jerk. Running at night in New York is a good way to get killed. There are a lot of bad people here in New York and that is what ran through my mind when I ran into….him.