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"Annabeth...What...Happened to you?" Craig said quietly.

I took a deep breath. This is it. This is what's gonna make him hate you forever. Might as well get it over with.

"Craig I...I'm a-a vampire." I said, afraid of his reaction.

He was standing there, shock on his face. Well, at least he's not trying to stake me.

"That's why I brought up the night creatures." Rick said.

"Yes, I'm a night creature, a vampire, a cold one, whatever you want to call it." I paused and put on a Dracula accent. "And if it helps I don't vant to suck your blood." I said.

"Wait, I thought vampires couldn't go out in the sun?" Craig said.

"There's this awesome new product that a vampire actually invented, yeah, it's really cool, it's called sunscreen." I said.

He nodded. "Wait...Dad...why did you bring up that other story?" He asked nervously.

His dad sighed. " I think you may have imprinted on Annabeth."

"What's imprinting, Dad? I don't remember." Craig asked.

"Imprinting is when a wolf, like us, meets the one person in the whole world, designed specifically for them. The second you see the person, the imprinting starts. The stronger the imprint, the shorter the amount of time it takes for the imprinting to complete. The strongest imprint in history was Rombe and Kalah's, a wolf and a human. That's why I'm worried about your imprint." He answered.

"Why are you worried?" I asked, nervous.

"Rombe and Kalah's imprint took three days to complete. Your's took less than half a day!" Rick said.

"Well, what's so bad about our imprint taking a short amount of time?" I asked. "Doesn't it just mean..." I didn't know how to say it.

"That we just..." Craig paused, hesitated, unsure of how to say the strange and awkward words. He looked at me, his eyes thoughtful, and neither of us could look away. All we saw was eachother. Everything else just disappeared. He looked at me with an expression that I had no idea what, but I was positive the exact same expression was on my face. He took a deep breath. "Lo-" He was cut off.

Lila broke down the front door, gasped, and said, "Oh. My. F-" Mom walked in behind he and gave Lila a look that said 'Do not use those words, Lila, you're a young lady!' Sam ran in, up to me. She grabbed the hand that I just realized was holding Craig's. Sam held it up to her face, looked at it, looked to me, then to Craig, then back to me, and then back to Craig. Then her eyes got so huge, I thought they might fall out of their lids. Then she screamed so loud and piercing, I'm pretty sure I went deaf in my right ear. Lila pushed past Mom and ran over to me and looked at my hand. What the heck? What's wrong with my hand?

"Um, Mom...Annabeth's nails are neon purple." Lila said. Purple? Oh my God! PURPLE! Purple nails and eyes mean that you're in love with someone. Well, little did my family know, I kind of all ready know that. I mean, Craig and I were imprinted, which means we have to be in love; it's impossible not to be. Not only are we imprinted, but apparently, we hav the stringest imprint. Ever.

The rest of my family filed in through the place in which, the now broken down door. My dad, Ben, and Alex. My mom, Lila and Sam. Yep, everybody was hear. Mom gave me a less shocked, and a less angry version of the look she gave Lila when she found out Lila lost her virginity...when she was twelve.

"Annabeth, how can you...be in love with-with this boy-" Mom started.

"Hawt boy." Lila interjected.

"Lila, Honey, be quiet. Annabeth, I mean I can expect this with Lila, but you, you're just going to get your heart broken. I mean, you're just not as shallow and full of yourself as Lila." Mom said.

Lila gasped. "My own mother says that about me, right in front of me! Thanks Mom, now I'm gonna go home and cut myself!" Ugh, she's so dramatic! "I can't believe my own mother thinks I'm shallow!"

"Uh, because you are shallow, Lila." Sam stated matter-of-factly. "The only mentally-challenged people who don't think you're shallow are those brainless, meat-headed jocks you like to give bl-"

Lila quickly put her hand over Sam's mouth before she could say any more. "Okay, Sam, we get it, I'm shallow, now you don't have to mention it around people!" She said quickly.

Without even thinking about it, I leaned into Craig and put my arm around him, and he did the same to me.

"Um, does anyone care what I have to say?" I asked.

"Uh, no?" Sam replied.

"Annabeth, what do you want to say?" My dad asked as calmly as he could.

"Okay, but first; Mom, don't jump to conclusions, Sam, please don't jump to conclusions, and Lila, if you even think about considering to jump to conclusions, I will hijack an airplane, tie you up in a swimsuit, fly you to the Sahara Desert, and leave you tied up there!"

"Anny, please, just tell us if you...love this boy." My dad choked out.

This was going to get awkward.

"Honestly," I took a deep breath. "My heart, and soul, and every part of my existance says I do, but my brain just doesn't know it yet."

"Awe!" Lila sighed and smiled like a lovesick idiot. Which she was.

"Lila, shut up!" Sam and I yelled.

"Shutting. God, can't a person be a hopeless romantic anymore?" She asked.

"So, you do love him?" My mom asked, getting back to the subject.

"Yes." I said barely above a whisper.

"How 'bout you?" Mom said as she turned to glare very evilly at Craig.

"Yes." He answered. honesty ringing in his voice so clear, I could almost see it.

He didn't seem frightened by my mom's expression towards him. That's good. Weird, but good.

"Okay...but...how?" My mom asked, baffled

"It's because of-" I was cut of by the screaming.