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"You must be Annabeth." Annabeth have her a fake smile. "I've heard so much about you." Bonnie said. "Wish I could say the same." Annabeth narrowed her eyes. "So, what are you doing here? Come for tea and blood?" Bonnie laughed. "I'm not a vampire. I'm a witch." Annabeth blinked. "Oh. Of course." Bonnie leaned over to her."The reason I'm here is so I can recover your past by doing a spell. I need you to give me your hand." Annabeth reluctantly obeyed. Bonnie took a small knife and slit her hand. Blood dripped onto the table. Annabeth felt lightheaded, maybe it was just the blood, but what if this witchy stuff was real? What if they actually found out about Camp Half Blood. She yanked her hand away, but Bonnie had already started chanting. The blood started smoking. Annabeth didn't know what that meant, but she was pretty sure it wasn't health. Suddenly, visions from her past flashed through her mind. Seven years old, the spiders crawling on her bed. Meeting Luke and Thalia. Training at camp. Percy. Holding up the sky. When she and Percy danced together for the first time. The labyrinth. Luke's golden eyes. The Titan war. Luke dying. The underwater kiss. Percy's dissapearance. Reuniting with Percy. Arachne. Tartarus. The giant war. The warm summer nights with Percy. The parties. The scene suddenly faded away. She gasped and opened her eyes. She was back in the Salvatore house. All the vampires and Bonnie were staring at her. "What the hell was that?" Annabeth spluttered. They just stared. Elena left the room with a shocked expression on her face. Annabeth felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Wait...did you all...see that?" She whispered. "Flashes of it." Bonnie replied. "I'm so sorry Annabeth." They all had looks of pity on their faces. Suddenly Annabeth was outraged. They could keep their pity to themselves, she didn't want or need it. How dare they display and watch all of her personal memories and watch like it was a game? She stood up. "Hope you enjoyed the show." She stormed out of the room and back upstairs. But when she sat down on her bed, she couldn't hold the tears back.