The rain poured down, drenching her in icy cold water. She didn't care. She just knew she had a job to do and she was going to do it. Laughter drifted over from the little cottage nearby and she squinted.
She could see their silhouettes moving around in the house. Her grip tightened on the hilt of her knife and she crept slowly towards the light.
She felt no fear, only hunger and desire. Hunger for the blood. For the pure adrenaline rush as she completed her assigned task. She felt the familiar bloodlust take over as she snuck through the shadows.
Her task was simple. Create a distraction and isolate her target in a room. Three minutes was all she needed to finish the job. Then, she would be gone, nothing but a shadow disappearing into the night.
She would not creep in through a window as her fellow colleagues would do. No, she would walk in straight the back door. She was trained. She was prepared. Taking a shrill whistle that was unable to be heard by humans, she blew. Pandemonium broke out as the pegasi in the stables started to cause a stampede. Exclamations of surprise were heard from the house and six out of the seven people in the house ran out.
Perfect.
Diversion complete. Now.
She slipped in through the back door and scanned the kitchen. Nope. Crouching down, she crawled into the bedroom where she knew her target would be.
She tiptoed gingerly towards the doorway before craning her head. From the corner of her eye, she could see that the target was sitting on the bed, looking at some blueprints.
Anger boiled up and bile rose in her throat. Her. The one who caused her so much pain, so much heartache and grief. She crept in, making sure the target did not notice her.
She pounced.
Her target's grey eyes went wide and she struggled furiously. A grin spread over her face as the target tried to reach for the knife. No. She would never get it.
She tightened her hold on the target's neck as they rolled off the bed and onto the floor. The thrashed around wildly, like slippery eels. She was pleases to see the target suffering.
"Why are you- you doing this?" The target choked out, desperately trying to pry the cold fingers off her.
"Vengeance." She was tired. She didn't want to play this game anymore. With a careless flick of her wrist, she flashed her knife menacingly.
For the first time that night, she saw fear in the target's eyes.
"For Nico." The knife slid across the target's throat. Mission accomplished.
The target's eyes bulged before going blank. The grip on her fingers slackened and she removed her hands from the target's throat, wincing in disgust at the blood smeared all over.
It was over. She felt nothing.
No sadness, no remorse, no guilt for ending another's life. She was trained for it.
However, this time was personal.
She was slinking away into the darkness. Running faster and faster. She was flying through the woods. The wind howled into her ears and the pouring rain battered her face and stung her eyes. Soon, the rest of the family would find the body. Soon, the sound of wailing would fill the air. The sound of sweet, sweet revenge.
She would never forgive the target. She remembered that fateful day, that instant when she saw the love of her life- die. To return to his father for eternity.
All because of that hateful daughter of Athena.
But it is all over. The hatred and anguish in her heart would never be extinguished; but at least Nico's untimely death had been repaid.
With the life of Annabeth Chase.