OK. I'll be honest with you, I didn't like the no reviews, no favorites, no me updating. But, on the bright side, I'm updating now! Yay! But, on the Dark side, I wont be updating on my other story A Messed Up Cinderella Story. Awwww! Because I'm working on this story! Yay!
Ok,OK. here's the story. Oh, wait! the disclaimer!
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN THE CHARACTERS. BUT I OWN MOST OF THE PLOT!(GOT INSPIRATION FROM A AD)
Annabeth's POV
I walk across the rigid bridge. Now, you're asking, Why are you in a cemetery? My reader, because I like the cemetery. Its cool, quiet, and basically, no one's there! So, when I'm depressed or sad, I go there and no one sees me. Or so I thought. I sigh and walk towards my mother's grave, and sit on top of it. I know your saying, what are you doing!? I sit there cuz I like it. Ok? I still have that nagging feeling that I'm being watched though. "Well that sucks." I say out loud. I walk around singing a song that my mom sang when she was a soprano. I found out when I sneeked in her closet and found old CDs of her singing. it was a weird song though. it was about Bats Day. It was the song All I Want For Christmas Is You with a vampire version of it.
Cause all I want for Bats Day, is you
I Don't care for the blood, I just want to be with you
Cause all I want for Bats Day, is you
I kept singing the song softly and sat down on a broken log.
" You got a beautiful voice you know." I almost fell off the log. I swear, if somebody ever does that again, I will judo flip that person till they break. I look up from my spot to see Goode's Drama Club. Or GDC. They look at me and say, " What you doing in the cemetery? Shouldn't your parents be looking for you?" They say unison. I point at my mother grave, where GDC were sitting around," your sitting right on my parents." It was true. They died a long time ago. My parents graves were put next to each other. Everybody thought my parents were evil, so when they died, no one bothered to help. So, I just dug a grave for them myself. GDC nods their head as if understanding,( Which they don't at all) and shifts uncomfortly on the other broken piece of the log that's in front of me. " I break the silence by asking," Why are you guys here then?"
They just smile and say," Same as you. Were Vampires, but, we prefer being called Shadow Hunters." I gap my mouth like a fish. " Your Vampires!?" Questions circled my head and I mumble," Oh My Gods, this is just like My BabySitter Is a Vampire." The "Shadow Hunters" just laughed. I mumble again," My life is Fucked up and I'm surrounded by idiots." They just look at me strangely and laugh once more. I glared my death glare and they flinch a little. I study them and one guy stands out. he's wearing a light blue shirt and jeans. He looks hot to be honest, But I knew I couldn't date him. He looks like a model. Or a stunt-double. Then I notice something on his face that seems like nobody else can see its blurry for a second, but then as I focus on his face, and his face only, I could see it. A scar. A giant scar traces diagonally from his right eyebrow to his left cheek. He catches my gaze and sees me looking at his scar with a worried look and then, I didn't know what happened next, everything just went back to normal and then I saw nothing on his face that seemed like a scar or bruise of any kind. I dismiss it as a mind trick. But deep inside, I knew that it was real.
" Were here to take to Camp Half-Vamp." I shook my head.
" But I don't know if your lying or telling the truth about vampires and this camp- or something." I put my hand on my hip. Today I put on make up. It was creepy for some normal people, but I liked it. I put black eye shadow around my eyes and with my pale skin, it looked okay. But the red lipstick made me look like a vampire that just come fresh back from the grave. I loved this look. It intimidates people.
" What if we show you that were not lying? And that you're a vampire too?" I scoff. " Try me."
He pulled out a bottle of red liquid and offered it to me. " Drink it" I did what he said. I got my fingers crossed for this one. If it was poisoned, that would be good. I've always wanted to die.
I wasn't expecting the wonderful taste of it. I still haven't figured out what the mysterious liquid was.
I loved the taste. I just kept on drinking the bottle. All I heard was 'stop Annabeth!' and 'I knew we shouldn't have gave that bottle to her! Percy!'
The "Shadow Hunters" tried to get me to stop drinking, but I had a really strong grip in the bottle.
Before all of this, and even before I even went to the cemetery, my eyes were red, like blood red. I was hungry. Not for human food, for blood.
After drinking the whole bottle, I finally released the bottle from my death grip. the bottle had almost broke when I was holding it and as soon as the bottle hit the ground, it broke in a million pieces in front of my feet. My eyes were finally back to stormy grey, and they were filled with relieve. For years since I was born I haven't had blood. All of my life I felt bitter for no reason. Because I needed blood. Now that I have had my fill. I seemed calmer and happier.
"Percy! Do you think she went insane?!" I heard some vampire girl whisper yelling in Percy's ear. Percy replied back." I know she's not. she's been holding that hunger for 18 years." he all said it with a calm voice to reassure the girl with strange eyes.
I look at them strangely and sit down. Then that Percy guy gets up and pokes me.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Po-
I hissed at him. it wasn't any normal hiss though. It was crazy! My two teeth grew long and sharp while my two front teeth and the rest of my mouth was normal except for the teeth next to my two front teeth. My teeth were pure white! I didn't know what happened next. I lunge a him and bite him.
Okay, was that a good chapter? IDK. But anyway, I'm sorry for the cliffhanger there. *cough* not *cough* But the good news is, Percy's POV next!
WiseGirl280 signing out.
~try to stay safe
