Caroline had made Annabeth a huge plate of pasta which she hasn't eaten much of, then taken her on a tour o the Salvatore mansion. Apparently, Damon and Stefan were brothers and they lived here. Elena was Damon's girlfriend and Caroline's best friend. But Elena had originally been Stefan's girlfriend, and the two brothers had been fighting over her for years. In the end she chose Damon, leaving Stefan heartbroken. Caroline and Stefan were also really close friends. Then Caroline told Annabeth about Rebecca. Just the way she talked about her made Annabeth even more scared. Rebecca was one if the original vampires. She was ruthless, unforgiving and pure evil, as Caroline described her. "She may offer you things, or try to bribe you for information. Don't listen. She's just manipulating you." Caroline warned her. Then she went back to gossiping about other friends they had. Annabeth didn't care. She stared into space, but in her mind she was already resolving a plan to escape. Caroline finally showed Annabeth her room. It was huge, painted a warm brown with a dark blue ceiling and trim. The floor had a neutral beige hardwood. In the center of the room there was a huge king sized bed with blue velvet sheets. There was a huge wardrobe, a large mirror, a flat screened tv, a single huge futon chair in the corner, and a luxery ensuite bathroom. There was one window. "Well, I'll let you, um, settle in!" She said cheerfully and then backed out of the room. Annabeth heard the door lock. The moment Caroline had left Annabeth ran to the window. It wouldn't budge. There was bars blocking her from smashing it. All she could see out of it was the woods. She ran frantically around the room, looking for anything she could use to get out. Nothing. The TV only showed DVDs. Annabeth couldn't believe this. Who did these sick people think they were? Feeling frustrated and angry, she took a long shower, in her mind trying to think of all the possibilities of escape. She could find none. There was no way out if this room as far as she could tell, and even if she could get out, she didn't think she could outrun the vamps, unless she snuck out during the night somehow. That left only one option. She had to somehow send for help. She could call Percy's mother if she had access to a phone, which she didn't. She could send an iris message if she had a rainbow or any drachmas, which she didn't. She couldn't send a letter. What could she do? Suddenly the whole situation seemed so sadly ridiculous that after everything she had gone through, just as she got her happy ending, she was kidnapped by some stupid vampires that weren't supposed to exist. She was locked in a old Victorian home. Annabeth half laughed, half sobbed. She had escaped worse before. She took a deep breath. There was no way some fantasy cult of wannabe monsters were going to keep her here. They had messed with the wrong demigod.
She began to form a plan.