A/N: Here's Chapter 3!

Le Diablo Blanc2 – Exactly what I was thinking! Except it won't be in her dreams…

Anonymouse29 – Your suggestion gave me an idea to expand the story. I'm sorry though that I can fit it in the latter part only.

BlackJack The Pegasus – Yeah, she will…she will…

Hero of One – Actually, I do, but it's needed for the story, so bear with me, please!

On with the story!

Oh, and Rick Riordan will probably kill me if I don't say this: I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT.

Bianca's POV

"Dirty rotten…" Bianca murmured to herself as she passed the walls of Erebus and into her father's kingdom.

"Good evening, father." Bianca said respectfully as she kneeled in front of her father's throne. The three Furies circled overhead, and skeletal guards stood unmoving beside her father's skeleton throne. Hades himself, wearing a black cloak made from tortured souls, went down from his throne and changed his twelve-foot tall godly form to a six-foot tall human form. He stopped in front of his daughter.

"Rise, Bianca."

She rose, still a little uneasy with her father standing in front of her. She was sure she did something wrong. But he can't kill her again, can he?

He steered her outside of the palace. "Bianca, what is this I hear about you disrupting the underworld, again?" he asked while they were walking through Persephone's garden. "Melinoe has been impossible ever since she gave me a report about supposed ventures to the mortal world. And not to mention the skeletons that are going berserk right now in response to your anger." He pointed to a couple of skeletons tearing down Persephone's plants. Still, others were fighting the guards, others were outside Elysium, banging on the door, and others were running frantically all over the place, throwing jars of Greek fire. Where did they get that?

All in all, it was mass chaos outside. Hades waved his hand nonchalantly, and the skeletons returned underground.

"Sorry." Bianca muttered while looking at the ground.

Hades stifled a laugh. "No, no. No need to be sorry. It was rather amusing to see Persephone almost lose her mind when she saw that her precious flowers were being burned to a crisp. She actually threatened to turn my son into a flower if I didn't do anything."

Bianca stiffened. "She wouldn't, would she?"

"No, she wouldn't even dare." As they walked through the fields of punishment, Bianca noticed a very familiar person near the road. He pointed to the poor spirit. "Wait, father, isn't that-"

Hades looked at where his daughter was pointing at. "Ah, yes. Jared Faust. Son of Morpheus."

.

She continued to stare at Jared's soul. The son of Morpheus was being punished by a ghoul that looks a lot like Annabeth. Jared was strapped on a table, naked, where his limbs would be slowly hacked off by the Annabeth ghoul using a dagger, only for his limbs to regrow again, and the process would repeat. All the while, the ghoul would put on a creepy smile while saying things like, "I don't know why I ever dated you," or "It's good that you're dead, then Percy and I can finally be together again."

Bianca shuddered. "Wow, that's creepy."

Jared was crying. "Annabeth, please stop. It hurts so much." He pleaded, but it was useless.

"I have to say, I outdid myself on thinking of that one." Hades commented.

"But father, why is he in the fields of punishment? Didn't he die saving the camp?" Bianca asked, curious why a hero is being punished.

"Didn't you know? She cheated with Annabeth on Percy. And for me, it's a crime punishable by the worst tortures that you could imagine. Personally, I don't even like that sea spawn, But as a reward for him being the savior of Olympus, I think that he might want this." Hades explained.

He's the one Annabeth's been cheating on Percy with? Immediately, all of Bianca's anger that was already building up inside was released all of a sudden. He got what he deserved, she thought.

Suddenly her eyes lit up. Maybe I can show this to Annabeth, Bianca mused. She smiled at the idea.

Hades smirked. "Thinking of getting back at that Athena girl, are we?"

Bianca shrugged. "Yeah, probably."

"That's my girl. Tell you what, for this time, I will help you."

Bianca bowed. "Thank you, father."

Annabeth's POV

Annabeth knew only one thing. She hated Percy. She hated him for leaving her alone in her time of need. She hated him for leaving him to die. And worst of all, she hated him for not even feeling guilty about it.

"The feeling's mutual." Those last words of his kept ringing in her ears. It was like he picked up a rusty dagger, shoved it through her heart, and didn't even lose any sleep over it. Her world is officially destroyed. "Can this day get any worse?" She screamed at the sky. As if on cue, rain started to fall, heavily.

"Typical." She huffed while trying to get to Cabin 6. Due to the rain, the ground quickly became mud under her feet, and she even slipped a few times, acquiring a few scratches and bruises.

Finally she reached the cabin. As she entered slowly, the first thing she noticed was silence. The Athena cabin was usually quiet from reading books and planning battle maps, but this was too quiet.

"Hello, Malcolm?" she called. Then she noticed that the lights were out. She tried the switch, but it wouldn't work.

"Okay, guys. If this is a trick, cut it out! It's not funny!" She said.

"It's funny to me." A female voice said behind her.

Instinctively, Annabeth swiftly turned around. Immediately, she wished she hadn't. A hooded figure, along with two skeletons were standing right behind her. Well, the skeletons were standing, but the hooded figure was floating two inches from the ground, a ghostly white light encircling her entire body. Black smoke was seeping out from directly under her, slowly crawling to Annabeth's shocked form.

The smoke crawled its way up the daughter of Athena's thigh, encircling one leg, then the other. She tried to move, but found out that the smoke held her in place. Her eyes widened. "What the- who are you! Stop this right now, or I swear on the Styx that I will-"

"Be quiet." The hooded figure said, and raised her hand. The black smoke flew to Annabeth's mouth, and gagged her. The smoke that was circling her legs had worked its way to her torso, and eventually her arms, rendering her powerless, and in the complete mercy of the intruders.

"Take her." The hooded figure commanded.

The skeletons dragged the bound and gagged Annabeth outside, where they dumped her in the mud.

She pointed to Annabeth. "Watch."

Suddenly, Annabeth saw an Iris-message of Jared in the underworld. He was…screaming? She squinted her eyes to look closer. Then her eyes widened in realization. Her lover was in the fields of punishment!

Immediately she closed her eyes. She did not want to watch this!

No, no. This is impossible. She thought.

"This isn't impossible, Annabeth." The hooded figure said, as if reading her thoughts. "I want you to see all of this, daughter of Athena. This is what you did, and now you will watch the consequences of your actions!" The hooded figure said.

Annabeth felt something crawl on her face, and all of a sudden her eyes were forced open. She saw Jared's arm being cut of, slowly, and his tears of pain. But what scared her most was seeing who was torturing him.

Her.

A sadistic looking version of her was cackling like a madman, using a dagger to chop up Jared like a fish. After all his limbs were chopped up, Annabeth though it was over. But when the limbs started to grow back, she almost vomited at the sight. Seeing her lover like this was too much for her. But worst of all, she couldn't even look away from this gruesome sight.

Suddenly, the gag was released. "Oh, that's right. The best part is always the screams." The hooded figure laughed sadistically.

"NOO!" Annabeth cried. She turned to the hooded figure. "Please, stop it. Stop it. I can't bear to see him like this.

The hooded figure floated towards the iris-message and waved her pale, ghostly hand through the image, cutting the connection. Then she turned to Annabeth. "Remember this, daughter of Athena. What you did is unforgivable. This is only the first. We'll have some more fun next time." With that she disappeared, along with skeletons and the smoke.

Annabeth cried. She just cried and cried, not even minding that the mud was covering her like a second skin.

Meanwhile, the hooded figure bowed before the Lord of the Underworld, and put down her hood, revealing the beaming face of Bianca di Angelo.

"It worked, father. It worked."

What do you think? Send me some ideas of what you think Bianca should do on her second time with Annabeth. Oh, and I will probably update next week so, till then!