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Chapter 1: Percy Comes Back From the Dead for the Fourth Time
It can be creepy in a cemetery in the dead of night. (get it?) A man was sitting quietly, staring at a recently dug patch of ground, in a secluded area. He was waiting for something, or more correctly, someone.
The ground in front of him rippled suddenly, and touched several packets of blood next to him, as if to assure himself that they were there. And as he did, the dirt exploded upwards, and a pale boy with black hair and sea-green eyes leapt towards the man, otherwise known as Raphael, a vampire clan leader. The man calmly ripped open the top of a bag and offered it to the crazed teenager.
"Eat," he murmured, watching him. "Eat, my fledgling."
A few minutes later, Percy Jackson stopped drinking the blood and stared at it in confusion. When realization dawned on him, he dropped it and, turning, vomited.
"Do not worry, it will get easier." Raphael reassured. With that, the demigod turned to him in horror. "Easier? Easier? I don't want it to get easier! I don't want to do it again! And what did you do to me? Are you..."
The elder vampire waited patiently while the younger ranted on. And on. And on. And (ok, now I'm getting tired of these. Lets continue, shall we?). "Enough," Raphael interrupted. "I will answer your questions. Now, you were bitten by a vampire. To rise again, I buried you. Now you must drink blood. Do not kill your victims, however. That is against the law. You also have to stay away from the sun. It will disintegrate you."
"That's good to know." Percy muttered. Ignoring him, the leader finished, "You have very fast healing now. You can also only be killed by having your head cut off, burned alive, staked, or bled out. This will answer any other questions. Goodbye." And, the stunned demigod a booklet, the vampire turned, muttered, "I apologize for one of my fledglings attacking you," and vanished into the dark.