Annabeth's P.O.V

It was a perfect plan. I could have killed them all. In the house, and nobody would have figured it out. Except those idiots followed me out. I had thought they would have eventually given up. But no.

So now in the raging storm outside I was inside, too.

The attic was dark. There was a dusty window that let scarce light. And there wasn't much light outside, anyway.

I was lying on my side. The air in the attic was musty and smelt of mold. I knew why.

The sounds were coming downstairs, but they were faint. I let out a quiet cough.

I would have to end them quickly; I was beginning to feel unstable in this body. A few times I almost felt concern and remorse come back to me. Almost.

My thoughts drifted. They knew. They knew I was in the house. They just didn't know where I was. The storm was still continuing.

Patter.

Patter. The rhythm was infectious and before long, I felt myself drift off.

I awoke to nothing strange. I felt a little groggy.

THUD.

It was the attic door. They were coming. I quickly sat up, all signs of grogginess wearing off.

"Annabeth!" called a voice. Thalia.

"Open it!" demanded another. Deeper. Jason.

I gripped the shard of broken glass I had gotten from the mirror. It was sharp and lethal.

Snap.

The lock had opened. I took a breath, and then silently climbed the low rafters of the ceiling. The attic door opened with a creak. I peered down cautiously.

I saw the concerned faces of Jason and Thalia at the attic opening.

"Where is she?" whispered Jason.

"I guess she's not here." replied Thalia.

"Let's just check around." suggested Jason. They both climbed into the attic. I had them now. There was only one decision to make.

Did I want to finish them bloody or clean?

I paused as I heard them continue.

"That little freak ghost better get out Annabeth or she'll be sorry.." muttered Thalia.

Bloody, I decided.

I climb to the opposite side of the rafters, expertly. I peered over and see that they're not paying attention. I landed silently. I kicked the door shut. They whipped around.

I give them a sweet smile. I hid the shard of glass. Jason looked shocked while Thalia looked determined.

I leapt forward and pounced bracing to violently stab them with the shard. But suddenly someone has grabbed my shoulders from behind.

I'm shocked.

I gasp and kick and thrash.

My arms are gripped with ferocious tightness.

"Let go!" I wailed. I waited for the persecutor to let go, but they don't.

Plan B, then. I crumpled onto the ground. I coughed crazily and wailed. But the arms held firm. Then I went numb.

I opened my eyes and was face to face with Perceus Jackson.

For a second I thought he'd kiss me.

His eyes softened.

But then immediately, changed.

His sea green eyes. They were the last things I saw.

In that second,I realized how it had happened.

I had been stupid enough to fall asleep and Thalia and Jason had just been a setup, while Percy hid.

Crap.

Then a cloth was clamped over my mouth.

Not just a gag.

I felt an intoxicated scent.

A sleeping drug.

Damn.

A.N: I know you're probably pissed off, but sorry.

There was school and all, no time to continue.

I'm hoping on finishing this.

If anyone still reads this, I'd REALLY appreciate your support!

Reviews would be AWESOME! 3

~bunny