Annabeth awoke to a stinging feeling in her neck. When she tried to open her eyes, she saw only black. That's when she realized she was blindfolded. She tried to move but her hands an feet were tied together. She didn't understand. What had happened to her? She couldn't think clearly an felt like she had been drained entirely of energy. It had been a while since she had felt like that. Annabeth couldn't make sense of anything so she tried to retrace her memory. She remembered visiting Sally and Paul, the groceries, saying goodbye, the subway,...wait. She remembered walking to the the subway station but couldn't remember actually getting on in. Then she felt a full throb in her neck as it all came back. The creepy mystery man. The piercing pain in her neck. But all that find explain where she was, or what had even happened to her. She struggled against the ropes and called out but nobody came. She didn't have much energy anyway. Suddenly the door burst open. She heard someone walk in an pick her up by her shirt and drag her down some stairs. It hurt and she cried out for the person to stop. She was tossed into a chair and her blindfold was ripped off. Before her stood about 4, 5, people, including the creepy man. She shrunk back into her chair, but kept her composure. A gorgeous blond girl came up to her and slapped Annabeth in the face. Hard. Her cheek burned. "Rebecca!" Someone said disapprovingly from the group. Rebecca ignored her and look Annabeth right in the eye. "What are you?" She demanded. Annabeth felt confused. Did they mean who was she? Were these monsters? Thy didn't look like it. Maybe they were just really bad mortals. "I'm...Bonita." Annabeth mumbled, only realizing how lame that sounded. Bonita was the Italian woman that she had bought pasta from the day before. Rebecca narrowed her eyes. "Let me ask again. WHAT are you?" Annabeth didn't understand what was happening but decided to play dumb. "I'm a New Yorker, but I was born in Pensylvania." She said carefully. All the people stared at her then broke out into an argument amongst themselves. She only caught some of the words like, told you, what if, we can't, and even blood colour. Annabeth was getting scared. "Please. Let me go." She said in a hoarse voice. They all looked at her. Then a dark haired attractive guy came up to her and knelt beside her. He took her face and looked into her eyes. "Tell me your favourite colour." The creepy guy behind him snorted. "Good one Stefan." Stefan ignore him and looked straight at Annabeth. Annabeth just stared at him, confused. "Why? What's happening? Why are you keeping me here?" All the people gasped and gaped at her. Stefan closed his eyes. "Damon and Rebecca are right. She's different." A brown haired female vampire looked at Annabeth with a worried expression. "But if she's not human, or vampire, or witch, or werewolf...what is she?" They all looked at Annabeth again. "There's no vervain in her system." Rebecca said. Annabeth tried to understand this. What were they talking about? Vampires? Witches? Werewolves? "I say we just kill her and be done with her." Said Rebecca. Annabeth felt a jolt of terror. Who were these people? "No, please.." She pleaded. A different blond vampire approached Annabeth and stood beside her. "We are not killing her. She hasn't done anything to us. Are we really monsters? Are we going to stoop down to the level of killing the innocent?" The others stared at her. "I agree with Caroline." Stefan said. The creep rolled his eyes. The brown haired girl said, "I do too." Rebecca had a stubborn look on her face and looked at the creep. "Well Damon?" He looked at her and then at Annabeth. She could not read his expression. "She lives." He finally said. "But she stays captive with us until we learn more about her. Klaus cannot find out about her." Then her left the room. The brown haired girl followed. Rebecca gave Annabeth a death stare then stalked out. Annabeth was scared and confused. Why were these people doing this to her? What were they talking about? She needed Percy. Annabeth felt the first tears run down her face. "Please...just let me go" she sobbed. Caroline looked down at her sadly and then gave Stefan a desperate look. He looked at Annabeth and knelt down beside her. "You're going to be ok. We won't hurt you." Annabeth looked up at him desperately. "Why are you doing this?" She cried. Stefan sighed. "I'm going to explain everything. Basically, Vampires are real. And other things too. All of the people you just met are vampires. Me too. And Caroline. We have to feed on blood to survive. We me and Carine use blood bags. The others...well, aren't as reserved. They don't kill people, but...anyway, last night Damon and Rebecca were messing around late last night. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Damon didn't mean to kill you, but when he started drinking, your blood tasted different. Unlike anything else. It was amazing. Very, very appealing. Surprised, he dropped you. But then Rebecca grabbed you and started drinking. After, they took you home. But we don't know what to do with you. You're unlike anything we've ever encountered. You can't be compelled, but you're not on vervain. Your blood had gold flecks in it, and doesn't taste normal. You're not a witch, werewolf, or vampire. Everything else about you seems human." Stefan sounded extremely frustrated. "This could mean several things. A: you're a human that has had a supernatural experience that affected you and you are simply a normal person, B: you're a witch of some sort playing us, or C: you're something else entirely that could threaten our existence." He glanced at Caroline. "I have a feeling it's C" she said quietly. Annabeth was trying to process all this in her foggy mind. She couldn't believe vampires, and witches and werewolves were real. She thought she ha seen it all, but apparently more beings then she could have ever imagined existed in this world. But vampires? Seriously? This was another example that she and Percy had the worst luck in the world. The bloodsuckers were kidnapping her because they thought she might be a threat. But she wasn't. She hadn't even known they existed! They thought she was a threat because of her blood and that she couldn't be compelled. Annabeth was demigod, so part of her was godly. That must be the parts that made her blood appealing and gold and made her able to resist compulsion. But Annabeth didn't have any sort of powers that killed vampires. She wondered how it was possible to kill vampires. She didn't have her bronze knife with her. But she knew one thing. She had to get out of here. She couldn't explain to them who she was. What if they attacked Camp? She didn't know how powerful they were. But then what could she do to make them believe it was safe for them to let her go? How would they "figure out" what she was? What would they do to her? What if they drank her blood again? How long would they keep her here? All of this came crashing down onto Annabeth and tears came to her eyes. Suddenly she felt very far away from home, and for the first time in her life felt like she had no idea what to do. It was like she was in a maze, and didn't have a clue how to get out. She had no one with her. She had never felt more alone. All she wanted was Percy. She gave the two vampires in front of her a desperate look. "I promise I'm not a witch. Or anything bad like that. I swear I'm not a threat and ill do anything just please, please, let me go." She begged them. They just looked at her with expressions of great pity on their faces. Caroline gently took Annabeth's hand. "How about we get you cleaned up and fed? You must be starving." Annabeth didn't look at her. She was probably right. Annabeth needed to eat. But at the moment all Annabeth felt was fear and grief that overwhelmed her.