Hey guys. I just want to say that this is my first fanfiction and I'm sorry if I ruin it for anyone. Hope you enjoy. All rights to Kendare Blake.

I smirk as I see Carmel and Thomas up ahead. Exchanging saliva as per their usual routine. School. My last year. I know without a doubt that it's gonna drag worse than when Carmel made me and Thomas watch Definitely,Maybe but it keeps mum happy. The teacher is droning on about some absolute boring crap that I have time for. As such I' m finding it hard to keep my eyes open and to focus on his boring, monotone voice. It doesn't help that I hardly get any sleep lately. The dreams are bad again. Anna, my goddess of death, asking me why I'm not there, why I left her, telling me that she's unhappy. I've never been one of romance and rainbow-shooting Cupids but my heart breaks every time I hear her calling my name. It wasn't supposed to be like this. After we freed her, she was supposed to be at peace. And so was I. But the nightmares are consistent, gnawing things, the urge to go out and kill something that's already deadly is intensifying and the need to escape this Hell of a school is impossible to ignore. My phone vibrates in my pocket. The teacher then looks over at me. "Theseus who may I ask is calling?" He smirks at me. I grit my teeth. It's Jestine. For the past couple of months it was always Jestine. "You may answer it" The teacher says with a grandgesture like he is granting me a huge favour. What a prick. I reluctantly answer, aware of everyone's eyes on me. "What is it?!" I hiss immediately. "Theseus you haven't been answering. I'm worried" Her voice quivers with worry. I frown, anger swelling up inside me. "Don't worry you have no right to. I'm fine" I say bitterly. "I-i thought you were happy" Her voice rises slightly in indignation. "Yep. So how's the job?" I look at Carmel who is staring at me hard. I shake my head with her. I want this conversation to end so I can go back to pretending to listen to my mass of a teacher. "Well if you're done t-" "They want you back" Jestine answers.

I have to admit, that makes me shut up. I run my tongue along my teeth, thinking. "Why? Are you that bad at the job? I've been gone for three months" I say with a roll of my eyes. I'm coming across like a cocky prick but it's that or reveal that I'm actually interested in what she has to say. Everyone is still looking at me, their eyes burning into me like lasers. "No. It's getting harder to kill them" She tries to sound stoic but I can hear the whine in her voice. I raise my eyebrows involuntarily and switch the phone to my other hand and ear. "What's so hard? Dodge, strike, dodge, strike. Easy." I lean back, growing tired of this conversation. Carmel's eyes are wide with the words I just used. Whatever. The entire school already thinks I'm a killer, why not give them a little more to gossip about. I force as much sarcasm as possible into my next words. "Easy. Especially when you've trained for 17 years. Was all that time in temple Fuji with your dragons and-?" "There's been a huge outbreak Cas. Ghosts. Hundreds of them. Not just the murderers or the victims. All of them" she says, her voice laced with panic. "That's unfortunate. No. I can't go back" I hang up before she can say anything else and turn off my phone. I turn and find everybody staring at me.

When the bell rings I walk out immediately. "What is it?" Thomas and Carmel demand, flapping behind me like a pair of parrots. I shrug. I'm going to tell them but not now. I take my car keys out my pocket. I'll tell them when I'm back. The athame practically sings in my boot. I swallow, my pulse pounding. "I'll meet you at my house later" I walk out the school and unlock my car. I look back and see Carmel ranting to Thomas. I smirk and jump into the front seat. I drive out to where Anna's house used to be. I sigh deeply and think about what I'm going to do next. The file feels heavy in my hand. I still get letters from old clients. I still take cases just not as often and not as distant. This time it's a small town, two hours drive away. An old hospital where one of the doctors had gone crazy and started cutting patients up before he killed himself by cutting his wrists with a machete. . The hospital had shut down afterwards but people still went inside, daring each other to face the ghost of the old doctor. A couple of them did. I shut the file and pull out of the plot. My hands are hooked around the wheel, my knuckles white. The drive is over too soon, like someone pressed fast-forward on a recording. The place stands tall and towering, like every cliché in every horror movie. And if following horror movie protocol then I'm the idiot who walks in expecting to find something and then wind up dead. BAM! Another movie cliché checked. Except no part of my life so far has been a cliché. I shut the door of my car quietly and creep through the huge, vintage gates of the old hospital. My roots scrape over dusty stones as I come up to the main entrance. I look up at the huge doors. Paint flakes are scattered on the floor along with fallen leaves from seasons passed. The summer heat seems to have retreated from around this decrepit building and I pull my jacket tightly around me. I can smell death. I've grown accustomed to sensing it from a young age and it is strong here. I push the doors open with difficulty, the heavy rusty chains that are wrapped around the handles groaning. I wince and duck inside. There's no sound at all. No mice scuttle, no pipes rattle. Damn this place is haunted as shit. Where to start? There's plenty of hiding places the ghost could be skulking in. Over the past fifty years there has been a recorded number of 12 deaths after the shutdown of the hospital. And they were only the deaths that had been recorded. A squeaking noise penetrates the silence and my body goes into overload, every muscle tense. The sound comes from a corridor further along. I shuffle up and a cheery whistling soon accompanies the squeaking. A quick glance shows a man pushing an old gurney down the corridor, his back to me. The whistling stops and I press back against the wall. I turn my head and come face-to-face with the ghost. He's young, I estimate he's in his early twenties. His hair is tidy and combed, his face seemingly one that would hold kindness. His white doctor's coat is pristine. "Hello. Do you have an appointment?" He asks. His accent is deeply Southern, his skin tanned. I shift the knife in my hand. "Oh. Mr. Lowood. I do not think you have an appointment. Never mind I'm sure we can fit you in". And with a snarl his appearance changes and he throws me to the ground. Now usually I would have been able to anticipate that . But the fact that he knew my name seriously catches me off guard. My head hits the floor hard and the athame goes skidding across the floor. The doctor lurks above me. His face is no longer kind . Instead it now holds a brutality that shocks me enough to make my breath catch. His doctor's coat is no longer pristine. Blood is splattered in different patterns all over the front of it and his hands also drip crimson. I scramble up fast only to get slammed viciously into a cabinet, the glass shattering and sticking into me. I hiss in pain. He's really starting to piss me off. "Mr. Lowood you doubted my abilities?" The man chuckles. There is now a huge machete in his bloody hands. I force myself to move. He swipes at the air, the knife only scraping me. My eyes scan the floor for where my athame is. "Looking for this?" I turn to find that he holds it in his other hand. I act instinctively, tackling him whilst I launch for it. There's a huge scuffle before I finally get free again. Damn the ghost is strong. I wasn't expecting him to be this powerful. And why does he know my name?! I go to scramble away just as I feel a sharp pain in the back of my leg. I look back and see the doctor with the syringe sticking into me. "Don't you worry Mr. Lowood. We'll look after you here" He chuckles as my vision goes blurry and I black out.

Okay so that's chapter 1. Sorry about the out-of-characterness. I hope it's alright. Also anyone reading this (I'm guessing) has read Anna dressed in blood. Am I the only one who thinks 'midnight run' by example is like Cas describing his life/situation? Let me know if you want more of my story. :D. Over and Out. Also major thanks to Vovo611 who helped me get everything set up. Any PJO fans should go check Vovo611's stories.