DISCLAIMER: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Percy

It's not hard. Then again, it's not easy either. There are so many stereotypes about vampires, that sometimes even I forget the difference. I prefer to hunt at night even though I can walk in the day, even when there's sunlight. Yes, I know you might think it's not possible, but I can. It's perfectly normal, and I don't start sparkling or burning or anything.

Another reason I prefer to hunt at night is because there are more pretty girls. New York is full of them really, day and night. I was watching one specific brunette. And don't judge me for wanting to suck her blood, because it's not like I really have a choice. I walked up to her.

"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson."

A couple hours later I had gotten into her apartment. It really wasn't that hard, she had a somewhat slutty personality anyways. I was kissing her on the couch when she took of her coat, revealing part of her neck. I pulled at her shirt and began trailing kisses down her neck until I found the perfect spot.

I think you know what happened next.

I know my methods aren't nice, but they're more fun that just walking up to some random person and biting them. Usually, I hide the body in a closet or something then go back to my apartment.

So overall, being a vampire isn't really that bad. I was born like this, so I really have no idea what it feels like to be human anyways.

The next day, I was walking by a café when I saw a girl. Her blond hair was curled like a princess's. Her eyes were a stormy grey and she had a perfect tan. I didn't believe that she was from here because she looked more like a California girl.

I thought I had just found my next victim. She was sitting at a table drinking coffee, her nose in a book. I took the seat across from her.

"I don't know you, go away," she said immediately. The girl hadn't even looked up from her book.

"Nice to meet you too," I muttered. When I didn't get up, she sighed and closed her book.

"Do you want something?" she asked, glaring at me. Her eyes were so intimidating I was almost scared of her. Almost.

I put my elbows on the table and leaned forward, and she followed. A feeling inside me said that she wouldn't go out with me, so I tried something different.

"I'm a vampire," I whispered. "And I want to suck your blood."

She raised a delicate brow before giving me a wry laugh.

"And I'm assuming that you read Twilight before coming here?" she said.

"Hell, no…I watched Twilight before coming here. Reading takes forever."

"Well," she countered, holding up her book. It was a copy of The Da Vinci Code. "I started reading this morning, and I'm almost done."

"Reading still takes forever for me. I'd probably like that book though, since I liked the movie."

"And you didn't like Twilight?" she asked.

"Nah, I hate vampire movies."

"But you just told me that you were a vampire."

She grinned. Obviously, she didn't believe me. Who would?

"Well those movies don't have all the truth. So it somewhat offends me when I watch them."

"Oh, I see. Well it was nice talking to you. Next time you need to suck my blood I'll be here."

She started getting up, but before she could I grabbed her hand.

"What's your name?"

The girl smiled and replied, "I'm Annabeth Chase."

"Percy Jackson."

Then she walked away. I couldn't get her right away. That's a first. She looked really hot too. But I promised myself I would.

I got up and began walking back to my apartment. I lived in Manhattan, partially because it wasn't near any other vampires. Trust me you don't want one of them as your neighbor. Unlocking my door, I stepped inside. I never feed on humans inside my home. It left a smell of blood, which just made me want to kill another girl. But I always kept blood bags in the refrigerator. I didn't really feel too hungry, so I just flopped onto my bed and started thinking about Annabeth. Damn, she was something. I wanted to see her again, and it wasn't really because I wanted to drink her blood. The feeling was weird. It was a different kind of hunger. But I liked it.

I hate my dreams. My parents had always told me that dreams were good, but they had been vampires way longer than I have. I was only 227 years old. And I basically looked like I was in my twenties. Anyways, I was having this weird flashback of something that happened a couple years ago. The day my parents died, the day I lost my home, the day I last saw my cousin. I woke up sweating. I looked at the time. It was 4:00 AM. That's what I get for not eating, I guess. I settled for a blood bag. Cold blood isn't really that good, but it would probably feel awkward if I tried to microwave it. Not that I'd tried that before or anything…

Either way, it was better than animal blood. I just can't do that kind of diet.

By morning I was fine, but I still felt queasy because of the dream. After taking a shower, I got dressed and was about to go find some girl (because I was bored and hungry) when my phone started ringing. I picked it up.

"Hey, did you finally empty Chicago's blood banks?" I asked, grinning.

"That depends. Did you reduce Manhattan's population of hot girls?" countered my best friend, Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

If you didn't guess already, she's a vampire too. She's just a different kind of vampire. But I'll explain that later.

"Not yet. But nobody has gotten on my trail yet. They believe that all the murders were caused by some crazy psychotic murderer who's also cannibal. I think I'm doing well, Rachel."

I could practically hear her frown. She doesn't feed on people anymore, unless she's mad at them. I guess all vampires feed on people who make them mad.

"Really, Percy I think you should stop. What if someone did catch you? You'd be risking our entire race!"

"Come on, I take a blood bag once in a while."

"Don't make me come over there, Percy. I won't hesitate to…"

Okay, you don't need to know what she said. After we talked for a little bit then said goodbye, I went outside. The fresh air was nice, and I felt like today was going to be a good day. I was so right.

While walking passed the same café I had yesterday, I saw Annabeth sitting at the same table, her nose in another book. I smiled and took a seat.

"Do you like coffee or do you only drink blood?" she asked. Closing the book, she flashed me a grin.

"I've actually never had coffee before."

That was a completely true statement. I usually only had blood even though I could eat normal food. The only human things I've tried include pizza, cake, eggrolls, coke and chocolate chip cookies. I love the cookies.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. Then she pushed her cup over to me.

"Drink up. Don't say no, just drink it."

I laughed and took a sip. It tasted nasty. How did she drink this stuff? It was so bitter. I must've been making a weird face because she started cracking up.

"There's no sugar in that!"

I feel offended…

"Why didn't you tell me that? Now I feel stupid!"

"Oh, you are."

I feel even more offended…

"I'm not stupid."

She started cracking up again. I liked her laugh, it was nice.

But I was still extremely offended…

"Do you want to take a walk?" I asked. I guess I should probably kill her and get it over with, before I get too attached to her.

She nodded and stood up, putting her book into her bag. We started walking around, until we found a small garden. Annabeth stopped walking and stared at it.

"My mom used to bring me here all the time when I was really little. Before she died anyway…"

"I'm sorry."

She turned to me and smiled.

"Why are you sorry? It's not like you killed her or anything. She died in a car crash."

I took her hand and we continued to walk. She started telling me about herself and how she's an architect. I didn't really understand anything she was really saying, but that was fine with me.

"Percy? I have to go now," said Annabeth. I looked at the time. We had been talking for almost three hours. And I still haven't kissed her, much less killed her. Then again, I didn't really want to. I was having fun. Besides, it couldn't hurt if I waited a little bit before draining her body of blood, right?

"Uh, yeah…sure…Wait, give me your phone," I said. Wow, me, real smooth. She raised an eyebrow (as usual) before handing me her Blackberry.

I typed in my number and gave it back. She rolled her eyes and was going to walk away.

"Wait!" I yelled. She stopped and turned around, raising her eyebrow again. For some reason, it's not really annoying me as much as I thought it would. I walked up to her and kissed her cheek. I could see her turn red before I grinned and walked away. Not usually my style, but she wasn't the usual girl.

A/N: I love how you can do so much with supernatural stories! I mean, literally anything can happen. Since this is only the first chapter, I didn't really include a lot because I wasn't sure how it would turn out. I have this huge plot line planned out in my head, but I kind of wanted to start with the basics, you know?

Anyways, reviews? Comments? Ideas?