HEY GUYS! SO THERES SOMETHING KINDA RANDOM THAT COMES IN AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER! I JUST KINDA THREW IT IN, YOU'll SEE MORE OF IT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, BUT THEN IT WONT COME UP AGAIN. PLEASE JUST TRY TO GO WITH IT. The days went by. Then they turned into weeks. Hopelessness was eating up Annabeth. She stopped trying to formulate escape plans. She didn't do what any of the vampires told her, and then they would feed on her. Some of them tried to talk to her, to "help" her, but whenever they did she just stared blankly at the wall and ignored them. She never left her room. This "out of reality" behaviour angered the originals, and so they fed on her more often to prove their point. But every time Annabeth was fed on, it was just like even more of her spirit was being sucked out of her. One evening Annabeth was cleaning herself in the mirror and bandaging her injuries. She looked at her emaciated body. Her old clothes. Her lank hair. Her glassy eyes. Then it happened suddenly. Annabeth ran to the toilet and threw up violently. Stefan, Damon, Caroline, and Rebecca all burst into the bathroom. "Get out!" Annabeth wheezed. "Not likely." Stefan said as he held her hair back. "Why is she so sick?" Rebecca demanded. Caroline shook her head. "All I gave her for dinner was rice. Not that she actually had any of it." It was true. Annabeth had stopped eating very much. Damon looked worried. "We'll see how she is in the morning." They waited for Annabeth to finish throwing up, which was humiliating to Annabeth, then Stefan helped her to her feet. She was shaking. "I need to brush my teeth. Then I'll be fine." She told the vampires. They nodded and exited the room. Annabeth leaned onto the sink and began washing her hands. She wondered what could have made her sick. She was hardly ever sick. "The answers right in front of you dearie!" She heard a too familiar voice say behind her. She whipped around and was face to face with him. "You!" She rasped. He laughed and bowed low. CAN ANYONE GUESS WHO IT IS?