I never expected the end to come so quickly as it did. I expected to live for hundreds and thousands of years with my new family. Well, I see where that brought me. My name is Bianca di Angelo. Yeah, I'm sure you know me- the one who was greedy and careless. The one who wanted nothing but to leave her brother and run away with carefree feelings. If you think that, go ahead- I won't be offended.

Life back then, I really can't remember, and what I do remember is just vague memories. I wish to gods I could remember my mother's voice, my mother's face. I know I remember poverty. From what I learned in the past schools, it might have been the Great Depression.

I only remember me and Nico, on our own. From the tender age of nine, or maybe younger- I was the one looking after Nico. Sure, we had the foster parents, the orphanages, but they never really listened. They never really felt what we felt together. I felt protective over Nico, maybe a little too protective. He was dependant on me and only me, and when it came down to me leaving him...

Nico was a cute kid, although he could easily get on your nerves, you had to love him. He was a little bundle of joy. All he cared about was me and whatever game he was into. He never really had any true friends at the schools we went to. I felt kind of sorry for him, but I knew it was only because he wanted to be with me and only me.

The Lotus Casino...where to start? It was like heaven on Earth. Free food, free games, and free suites packed with all the goodies you could ever imagine. When me and Nico stumbled into it and the staff treated us like royalty, I thought they had made a mistake. Anyways, that's where I spent my life for the next 80 years. When we were pulled out by that lawyer, I almost fainted when I saw the year.

My first dance at Westover was a night I will never forget. The night of the dance, I was a bit nervous. It was my first dance at Westover, and I didn't really know anybody, nor did I know what it was going to be like. Was a guy going to ask me to dance? I had never danced with a guy before. I remember digging through my drawers, looking for something suitable to wear. I kept poor Nico waiting outside my bathroom as I tried to find something to wear. I settled comfortably on jeans and a t-shirt, along with my green cap that covered most of my face. I hated standing out. I never wanted to make a "Cinderella" of myself. Insecurity settled in as we walked into the decorated gym. It wasn't that I didn't have any friends, which I did, (granted not very close friends) I felt a different sensation. Like thirty people were watching me at the same time.

I accused myself of being paranoid and ridiculous. Little did I know, I had a right to feel watched. Dr. Thorn had left his chaperon post, and was suddenly right behind us. I remember freezing in my spot, feeling his presence. I remember him silently leading us out of the room, not saying a word.

Percy, I really don't know exactly what to make of him. Zoe said boys were useless and unworthy. Part of me wanted to slap her because Nico was my brother. I soon realized that was what she had been taught, and was now beating it into me. When I met Percy, my feelings changed. He was nice, sincere almost. When I was talking to him at that store, I felt like he was more understanding of my situation- like he had been through the same ordeal.

Zoe was...helpful to say the least. I felt like she expected too much from me. Like she expected something more than just being a huntress. At times I will admit she was a little over-powering, like she made the decisions for me. I wasn't used to this. I was used to being in charge, being the one to take utmost responsibility. I think it was that instinct that led to my untimely death.

My death is a pretty touchy subject. I remember, when we first stepped into the junkyard of the gods, I remember thinking "Wow, if only Nico were here to see this!" As we walked through the above-ground gold mine, I caught a glance of a perfect little Mythomagic statuette. I immediately began to miss Nico. I wished for him to be with me. Being naive as I was, I took the statuette. I figured nobody would notice, I mean, it was only a little toy figurine.

Boy, was I wrong.

My big decision...It was just me and Percy. I remember him, not afraid, but determined to get out of this mess. Looking around, I could tell it wasn't going to be easy. Talos was huge and metallic- You can't beat that. I knew what I had to do, and I did it. I did it for Nico, for my friends.

Pain hit me quick. I was unconsious before I even hit the ground.

Nico...I'm sorry...Nico...No...Nico...

Those were the last living words I spoke. I shall never forget them.

A/N- I might to the next one a funny one, depends on how I feel. Anyways, if you are interested, the after-math to this story in Bianca's POV is a my Oneshot called "Underneath the Darkness." Check it out on my profile page. Also, from Percy's and Nico's side, I have a songfic called "Someday." Check 'em out if your interested :).

-Rainy