Music is a great inspiration (Insane Clown Posse for this particular story). Technically speaking Voldemort or Tom... or even Sev would have made more sense for this part but I like it with Percy. That and I have to try not to use characters over and over. Enjoy!

Summary: Percy would do anything for her!

Rating: R… big R

Words: 1729

AU: no magic

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Percy tapped his pencil on the end of his desk, trying to keep his eyes from drifting to the clock once more. It wasn't going to move any faster if he stared at it than if he simply ignored it and finished his work but he needed for it to hurry. He wanted to go home and—

BRRRRRRRINNNNG!

Percy nearly flew from his chair, his odd glasses falling off his nose and onto the ground. He almost left them there in his hurry to leave but the last thing he needed was to hear his mother screech and preach about money being tight. God, he hated that woman. He stooped down and placed the glasses back on his face and strode from his classroom, his face determined and set.

In a normal teenager's life, a few friends might have stopped them on their way out, perhaps even asked them where they were going in such a hurry but not Percy. Everyone at his school thought him to be a freak, an oddball. They parted like the Red Sea as he passed and Percy enjoyed it. He wasn't in school to make friends so he simply talked to no one and warded away anyone that wished to try to speak with him by having a sharp tongue and hot glare.

The walk home was as all the others, alone and quiet but that was how he liked it. No one that would slow him down or distract him from his goal. He made it home in his normal record time and burst through the door. He rushed right to the stairs, taking them two at a time. There was no one home for him to speak to so there was no hassle although he nearly tripped over his mother's cat on his way to his room.

"Damn monster," he muttered, throwing an absent minded kick in the beast's direction before slamming through his room's door. He stripped off his shoes, socks and first shirt, throwing the items into some dark corner of his room. He flopped gracelessly onto his bed, lying flat on his back and staring up at his ceiling.

Then he waited. He watched as the sun slowly but surely created long shadows across his walls and sunk in a flaming ball of glory below the horizon. A small smile came to his lips and his brown eyes flashed with happiness because now… now was the time for the real show.

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Tap. Tap.

Percy smiled mentally and rolled off his bed. She was here! He rushed over to his window and lifted the glass, holding out a hand to help her inside even though she didn't need it. Her name was Audrey and she was a ghost. She hadn't told Percy how she died but he did know that it wasn't very good.

She was demonic and bloody when she spoke, painting pictures of blood dripping from the wall and revenge on those that killed her but he didn't care about her morbid view because she loved him and he loved her. At night she held him with care and love as he always wanted.

He was never alone because of Audrey—she was always with him in his room. She loved him and he loved her. He really, really loved her.

"Oh Percy," she whispered, her cold voice wrapping around him and cooling his warm room. He didn't mind. Percy leaned down and pressed a soft kiss into her beautiful lips. He continued to kiss her until she disappeared and the warmth of that dreadful sun hit his pale skin. He glared at the rising star and threw himself roughly on his bed.

Damn.

"Percy, please look at me. Good, now why do you believe that no one knows you as you said in our last meeting?"

"I always try to smile but it's fake because I don't love anything or anyone. Well no… no… I love a ghost and that has to be something…"

"A ghost? Tell me about her."

"Her name is Aubrey. She never talked very much but when she did… it always became cold in my room. We usually just laid on my bed, holding each other."

Percy held tight to Aubrey, pressing his nose into her full set of hair. He knew that they loved each other so much and they had little need for others and that actually warmed him up a bit. He opened his mouth to say something when she let out a short shriek and disappeared. Percy sat up quickly on the bed, looking around. The sun was nowhere in sight but…

"You little bastard!" he hissed at his mother's cat. The monster must have scared his Aubrey. He grabbed the ginger beast by the neck, ignoring the claws that immediately sunk into the flesh of his hand, and gave a sharp twist. It laid dead in his hands, its limp body thrown to the floor and far away from his bed.

"You can come back Aubrey, its dead… it's gone! Please don't ignore me Aubrey, come back. I'll do anything for you!" Percy called out but she didn't come back. He pressed his head into his hands and let out a several loud sobs. God, he missed her already.

"I would have taken a shotgun to school long ago without her. I hate those bastards and, if Aubrey had asked, I would have killed them all. I would have painted the school with their blood and made tracks to their terrified screams. I love Aubrey, she's my everything. I hate the damn sun for taking her away every morning."

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Percy kissed Aubrey again and he nearly giggled at the odd feeling that engulfed his body. It caused small tremors to start at the base of his spine and continue up his body the longer he held the kiss. He felt her tongue pressed into his mouth for the first time and he marveled at the taste of… her mouth tasted like freshly cooked bacon. Suddenly she pulled away and turned her large blue eyes up at him and her lips pulled down into a frown.

"I remember thinking, uh-oh, my baby is upset! I've got to fix it and stop whatever is upsetting her. I've got to help her. She looked like she was going to cry. I had to help her… you understand, right?"

"What's wrong?" Percy whispered, drawing his fingers softly down her cheek. She turned her head into his hand briefly and bestowed an icy kiss to his palm.

"The neighbor's kid saw me coming in tonight. I can't come back anymore because they know our secret," she sighed sadly. Percy felt his heart pound in his chest and dread washed over him like a tidal wave. His eyes searched her remorseful face desperately while his mind tried to come up with something… anything—

"What if I make them keep the secret?" he asked.

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"It was a horrible idea but it was for my Aubrey. It was for her so I couldn't question myself. You know… I got this feeling—this idea—that if I did this, she would be real. She would be alive… we could be together forever!"

Percy grabbed his mother's shotgun and checked to see there was only a single bullet left. He sighed and realized that he needed other weapons. He quickly grabbed the long kitchen knife and slipped out into the night. The cold wind blew down the dark street, leaves drifted along his feet. He jumped over the short fence and quickly cut through the screen window which was the only thing protecting the house from intruders.

The house was painfully silent as he made his way to the kid's room first. He looked at the brightly kitschy nameplate 'DUDLEY' and he knew that the life ruining kid was in there. He kicked open the door, not caring about being silent any longer and took two long steps into the room. The boy sat up in his bed, his piggy eyes staring out at him in wide confusion. Percy smiled lightly and pulled the trigger. The left half of his head exploded and slapped into the blue wall in a splash of red blood and pink brain matter. It was magnificent.

"Next time, mind your own business," he hissed to the dead child. There was a loud cry of terror and several noises behind him. Percy turned around to see the mother and father running away from the room. He sighed and took off after the father first, hitting the man with the butt of his gun harshly. He fell with a wet thud and Percy shredded his throat crookedly. His warm blood gushed out and splashed all over Percy's front.

"Oh God, someone help me! Please!" the wife cried from downstairs. Percy rushed down the steps to see the woman desperately trying to unlock her door, keys rattling in her thin fingers and her face twisted in fear. He strode over to her and sunk his nice into her back. Then he did it again, and again and again and again. He continued even after no more blood splashed onto his hands and face. He continued until not a single noise was made, until he was in the silence once again.

They were all dead. He killed them all and he was happy and proud of himself. He went home a bloody mess, leaving through the front door and not looking back. A quick shower took care of the blood and he went back to bed to wait for his love to come back to him.

And he waited.

And he waited.

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"I waited two… three… no four days. I waited for her tap that she usually made. Those days turned into months. I waited two or three months but she never came. God WHY didn't she come!? Tell me! Why didn't she come back!? I did it. I killed those damn people and she didn't come back! I hated the mess I made but I did it for her. I waited and waited and waited and she never came back. She's probably waiting for me at home, in my room. Please, get me out of this jacket so I can go home to her. Why are you doing this!? Why!? WHY!?"

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The End