A/N: Hello, fellow fanfiction readers. This is different than my other story Family Bonding. I would label it: romance, tragedy, hurt/comfort, drama, angst, supernatural, some friendship and humor, though it is very little (I mean microscopic). And yes, this is girlxgirl, so if you don't like or approve don't read. Also, a lot of the titles of my stories come from songs, so this one is named after 'Creep' by Radiohead.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own PJO.
Creep
Chapter 1
Her heart quickened its pace as she watched the scene in front of her unfold as it had almost every night since she could remember. It wasn't just a nightmare; it was a memory. The memory that plagued Tabitha for years without end. It was the night she killed her mother.
She stood there paralyzed, unable to move like all the other times. Even if this was just a vision, a horribly realistic vision, she could hear and see everything. The cold hospital air nipped at her pale skin. Machinery beeps and agonized screams filled the small delivery room.
In front of her, on the bed, lay her beautiful mother. Her intelligent gray eyes filled to the brim with excruciating pain and misery. Her marvelously toned copper skin drenched with sweat, causing loose strands of auburn hair to stick to her forehead. Her swollen belly ready to pop, which was the problem; she was going to give birth to her first and only baby girl.
Doctors and nurses swarmed around the poor woman, completely unaware of Tabitha's presence. They shouted orders at one another, some Tabitha couldn't even comprehend as English or any other language for that matter, and came and went, rushed in and out. Only one doctor never moved; the doctor at the foot of the bed, telling the dear to push every so often and waiting for the cry of life.
Unknown to everyone but Tabitha, there was another being in the room at the head of the bed. A man with wings of shifting colors such as black, blue, and purple. His skin reminded her of dark chocolate and his eyes of fresh honey. Dark hair cascaded down his neck. His robes were the darkest of black she had ever seen. His face was not handsome; it was beautiful. He looked like an angel and in a way he was. He was the angel of death. He was Thanatos and he was Tabitha's father.
"Father." She had no intention of speaking, she never did, but somehow it always left her lips. And like always, he would look at her with a look that would bring unstoppable tears. In those golden orbs was always a mournful apology. She could always see so much grief and suffering. She forced herself to look anywhere but at him.
Her gaze held itself on the clock. One more minute until midnight. One more minute until Halloween. One more minute until her birth. She counted each passing second as if it were the countdown to an atomic bomb.
Her breath hitched in her throat as one more hysterical scream ripped through the night. She waited for a moment or two before she heard the sound she regrets happened. The sound of a newborn baby's cry filled the small room. The sound of her own crying.
Her eyes followed the weeping bundle as the doctors scurried around. She had thick raven hair and eyes as gray as the tombstones of a graveyard. Her skin was so pale it was almost blue, quite a difference from her own parents'. She was so small.
Her gaze shifted to her mother and father. Her mother was gasping for breath and her skin was growing pale. Her father had his forehead to her mother's, kissing her hair every so often. Her mother's delicate fingers reached for the child as the nurse happily brought the infant over. However, as soon as her fingers brushed Tabitha's forehead, the many beeps of the heart monitor became one constant beep.
She sat up in bed, breathing heavily and shakily. Hot tears soaked her cheeks. Dark gray eyes hide behind thick lashes as she clutches her heart. Cold sweat beaded her face and neck. Just like every other time since she could remember; she always woke like this.
Her eyes drifted to the clock on the bedside table. It read 3:13 a.m. A sigh left her lips. She always seemed to wake at the same time. She didn't know why she even bothered to check every time.
The sound of rain against her window rescued her from rambling thoughts. She looked out the window at the dark clouds crawling over the usually star filled sky. She thought it gave the night a melancholy mood which she deemed quite suitable at the moment.
She sighed once more in frustration and threw the covers off her petite frame. With bare feet against cold hard wood floors, she lazily shuffled to the window. Placing her fingertips on the glass, her eyes stared into the night with a sense of longing. She wanted to be out there, to live freely, but she knew this would never happen. Her aunt would not allow it.
Besides Tabitha, her aunt and mother, with the exception of her eldest cousin Danny and brother Anthony, truly knew who her father was and of the curse she bared. As a result, she was condemned to a life of solitude, locked away in the attic of her aunt's house. She always thought how ironic it was; like a princess.
"The Princess of Death," she mumbled with a bitter smile.
She was the daughter of Thanatos, Greek god of death. She was the spawn of the Grim Reaper, taker of souls. Death flowed through her veins and came out her pores. Every living thing she touched died. Maybe not immediately, but it died eventually.
A/N: I hoped you like it. This is kind of an intro into the rest of the story rather than an actual chapter, kind of. Sorry if it's a bit dark. Romance is a bit more my style no matter how it's presented. The first few chapters will have no romance but they will be leading up to it. Thanks.