Blood of Poison

by Sweet Scarlett Angel

Anna has entered into Olympus. How is she there? Wasn't she dead? How is this possible? As Anna enters once more into her world, she is faced with questions, many of them, which she can't answer. So, instead of just answering, she'll show the demigods and gods. But, what will she show them? Easy. Her life. Why she had to fake her death. Second in the Enchanted Blood series.

1. Chapter 1

Hi! This is the second installament in Anna's story! Enjoy it! Updates will more likely be slow, since I'm trying to work on my other stories also and I have the Science Fair coming up, then I have exams…

This is only the prologue, somewhat like a teaser. I'll try and continue the story from where Sea Filled Blood left off. Don't judge too quickly, thsi chapter is purely flashback and just wrote itself. I had no storyline or anything, I just opened Pages and started writting until it was done.

The dark haired, blue eyed woman gasped, sweat trickling down my skin. Yet, she couldn't help it, a smile creeped along the sides of her lips. Her knees trembled beneath her, the woman couldn't help but shiver against the cold air of the autumm. Goosebumps surged forward in the bare arms, and suddenly all adrenaline left her body and she felt herself going unconscious.

When she woke up, she wasn't able to recognize her sorroundings, but she recognize the beeping of hospital machines and the smell of death. This woman's-no,-this teenager's name is Annabella "Anna" Amphitrite Gilbert, she was a demigod daughter of Poseidon and a legacy of Hecate, Zeus and Aphrodite.

The room she was in is dark, marble statues, in the shape of gargoyles, are at both sides of the door. The walls are painted a deep cobalt, and the only light here is comes from torches. Suddenly, recognition lighted up through her.

She knows where she is, she knows it all too well.

Anna looks around the room, her trained eyes taking everything in, every single detail of the room, but when she looked around it again, she noticed something she had missed the first time. A dress hung in the wall. It was black, curvy and sexy. The bodice was exposed, in a tight, see through material. All in all, the dress was beauttiful.

Anna stripped off her muddy clothes, a blackand white short and a gray tank top that said 'USA'. She procedded to slip on the dress and the sandals before knocking twice on the door lightly.

It opened almost immediately to reveal the King of the Underworld himself standing at the other side. "Shall we go?" He purred to the teenager.