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Percy

The second I closed the door behind me, I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I'd forgotten what running like that had felt like. Years ago, I promised myself I'd never use that speed ever again, but that day was different.

I was scared.

People couldn't even see me, just feel the fast wind and wonder where the gust came from. I had reached my apartment in less than 30 seconds, but it allowed me to straighten my mind out. Well, not really. Once I got in, I called Rachel.

"Rachel, get over here now. I need your help."

I hung up, not waiting for her to answer. My heart was racing and I felt sick inside. Only one question was in my mind: Why couldn't I bite her?

I began pacing my apartment like an insane person, walking this way and that way and everywhere for no reason. My jaw hurt, and that meant I was hungry. I kept pacing, not wanting to eat anything. I even resorted to power walking in circles around my couch. Nothing really helped, considering the fact that my jaw still hurt like crazy. I looked at the time. It was 11.

It had been hours since I called Rachel, and she still wasn't here yet. And I was so hungry. Finally, after another long half hour of power walking, she showed up. I stopped walking and looked at her. She had a key so she could come right in whenever.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Rachel hadn't changed a bit since I saw her a couple years ago. We'd always stayed in touch but hadn't really seen each other for a while. She had red hair that came down to her shoulders, and was wearing her signature paint-splatter jeans. I missed her.

I walked over and gave her a hug. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"You didn't just call because you wanted a hug, right?"

I shook my head and motioned for her to sit down.

"Did I tell you about Annabeth?"

"Um, the coffee girl, right?"

"Not anymore, I couldn't bite her today. I haven't even had any blood or anything and I just couldn't bite her. Now my jaw hurts but I don't want to eat and I miss her and I actually want to go back to her apartment so we can keep making out and-"

"So you love her?"

"What do you mean?"

She shook her head.

"Percy, 227 years and you still don't understand who we are. Vampires aren't monsters. We drink blood for survival. You on the other hand, have been turning yourself into a monster ever since that accident with Bianca."

"It wasn't an accident, I killed her."

"Percy you didn't kill her. She was dead before you even got there, you said so yourself."

"But I'm the one who sent her there. I'm the reason she's dead."

I will always regret that day. Bianca was a great friend, but I'm positive that her brother Nico misses her way more than I do. Rachel and I continued going back and forth for a while until I completely broke down. I'm not going to give you any details, so let's just say it was a very manly breakdown.

I found myself kneeling next to my refrigerator, pulling out blood bags. Rachel came next to me and began patting my back comfortingly as I ripped the bags open and began hungrily drinking the blood. I always drink when I'm stressed…vampire style.

The more I drank, the hungrier I got. I could feel Rachel trying to pull the bag out of my hand but I pushed her away and continued filling my urges.

"Percy, stop, you're overdoing this! Calm down its okay, forget it!"

I didn't listen to her. I didn't stop until I heard a shriek behind me. I stood up and turned to find a wide-eyed Annabeth with a scarf (probably covering the hickey) staring at me like I was a monster. Rachel was wrong. I am a monster.

"P-Percy?" she said, trembling. I could tell she was trying to look brave, but it must be hard after seeing a blood-sucking vampire.

"Annabeth, how did you get here?"

I mentally slapped myself. Well that's a great way to start.

"I asked around. I-I was worried about you after you left. The door was open. And you had to live somewhere near the coffee shop since it seemed like walking distance and based on-"

She continued rambling on intelligent facts for a while, walking backwards as she did. Then I realized the rambling was supposed to distract me: she was going to run.

"Wait, Annabeth, listen to me," I said, hoping she wouldn't run. I held out my hand and she froze, staring at it. I looked down to find my hands covered in half dried blood.

She turned and ran out the door, and I began to follow her. Then Rachel stopped me. She shook my shoulders and slammed me into the wall, hard.

"Are you insane? You can't go out looking like that."

"Let me go!"

She dragged me to the nearest mirror (yes, we can actually see ourselves) and I saw my face. My mouth was covered in blood from drinking so viciously. My eyes were bloodshot from tears and my clothes stained. My fangs were beginning to retract, but were still visible.

Monster.

After helping me clean up the floors and getting rid of the empty bags, Rachel left. She said she hoped I'd be okay. I brought back so many old memories…all because of one girl.

I took a shower after that, letting the water soothe me…and wash off the blood. That was the first time I truly felt guilty for drinking blood. And I hadn't even killed anyone.

The next morning I woke up, I didn't eat. I just stayed in my bed half naked listening to the sound of my phone vibrating every time I got a text that I didn't bother to check. By 3:00 my stomach was growling. I still didn't eat. My thoughts went back to the previous day I had spent with Annabeth. I missed her intimidating eyes, her amazing smile and her lips on mine. But she'd never want anything to do with me now.

Why do I care? I thought. It doesn't matter. It never would have happened anyways. If only she was a vampire. If only I was human. It would have been so different. Then again, if I was human, I'd have probably died like 127 years ago.

Then I realized that I needed to forget her. The fact that she even existed was poison to me.

As more thoughts flooded my mind the sicker I got. I couldn't stay here. In the same city with her where she'd be afraid of me, I wasn't that heartless. I had to leave. I couldn't wait any longer.

It had been years since I'd been to my hometown. I remember sitting on a hill with my cousins. We had named the hill 'Half-Blood Hill' when we were kids. It was so long ago. Now I knew it was time to go back. Someone there could help me. She hated me, and for all I know, she'd kill me, but I had to try.

It was time to go back home…

A/N: So Percy is going back because he knows someone who can make him forget about Annabeth. Who is it? Hmmm? ;)

I hope this chapter isn't totally confusing, and I hope you like it. By the way, if you haven't already noticed, one chapter is in Percy's perspective and the other is Annabeth's. I don't like changing perspectives in the middle of chapters so yeah…it will just keep alternating. Anyways, know this chapter is a little boring even though a lot happens. It's a bit rushed, but I wanted to post it already since I'm a bit impatient. This really was a depressing chapter I guess. And emotional Percy makes me want to throw coffee at my television…I really don't know why…anyone feel the same way? :D