It was such a nice evening. The air was warmer than usual, considering it was late August. The sky was painted purple and red as the sun went down and it grew closer and closer to the moment he'd walk into the apartment, unknowing of what would happen.
I watched the sun disappear behind the New York skyline from my balcony before going back inside. I smoothed out my navy blue, silk dress. I'd only worn it once before, to his birthday party last year. He'd loved it. Maybe a little too much.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My long blonde hair cascaded down my back, and the diamond choker I'd bought last week sparkled against my tan skin. I'd painted my lips a dark, thick red. I looked damn good.
Maybe I shouldn't do this.
I looked down at my hand, at the eight inch dagger, how it glinted in the dim light of the apartment.
No. I had to. I didn't have a choice.
Suddenly, I could hear the familiar sound of his keys at the door. I slip the blade behind my back as the door opened and he walked into the room.
"Annabeth?" he said, in a somewhat surprised voice.
Despite the fact he was only wearing khakis and a Manhattan Aquarium t-shirt, I stepped towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Percy," I whispered.
He gripped my back. "What are you doing, Annie?" he said.
I felt him getting hard as I grinded against him. I slammed my mouth onto his as I gripped his hair. "Oh, Gods," I hissed against his lips.
"Annabeth," Percy tried to say. I forced my tongue into his mouth before he could finish. He backed me up against the wall and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He moved his lips to my neck, then to my collarbone. I could've let him take me all the way right there. Just one last time. He reached down under my dress and slipped his hand under my panties. I kissed him harder, encouraging him to continue. But then he stopped. "What is this for, Annie?" he asked. His eyes met mine. I wish it didn't have to end like this.
"No reason," I lied through my teeth. "I just want you tonight." He gave me a smirk, moving his hand back to where it was. Just as his fingers entered me, I slammed the dagger straight into his back.
He let out a scream, the worst I'd ever heard. From anyone. He fell to the floor, screaming more. "ANNABETH?!" Blood started to pool around him.
I felt tears build up in my eyes. "I'm sorry," I whispered, crouching down beside him. I pecked his lips one last time and stood back up.
I turned my back and left the apartment, locking it behind me. I ran down all twenty-three flights of stairs, before reaching the lobby, where Luke stood just outside the glass doors. I ran outside.
"Done?" he whispered.
I nodded. "Done."