"Miss Annabelle?"

Annabeth turned her head, earning herself a frustrated growl from her stylist.

"Yes?" she asked, getting up from her chair. She straightened out her dress, looking at the servant.

"You interrupted!" her stylist screeched, "Now I have to redo it!"

Annabeth shook her head, "I see no reason to straighten out my hair. You may go, Miss. Lavender."

With a huff and a scowl Miss. Lavender gathered up her things and exited the room.

The servant bowed, placing a hand on his chest. "My deepest apologies m'lady." he said, "I only meant to tell you the ball is nearly upon us, I hope you are ready?"

Annabeth nodded, "I am just finishing up, thank you."

The servant left the room, leaving Annabeth alone.

She went over to her dresser, opening it. She took out the necklace the slave boy had given her so long ago. Twelve beads on it, twelve years of hell in the mortal world. She wanted to swim again, she wanted to feel the ocean current against her face, see her parent's smiles again.

Those were all so distant... but that day was still fresh in her mind. That night she found out she really was leaving, the night she got to name someone, as if they were her own child. Which of course Perseus wasn't, Annabeth simply scoffed at the idea. But still, he had been the first and only servant to accept her request of called her by her name, not something stupid like 'your majesty' or 'm'lady', though it took a few tries.

A feast, open arms, and more would be awaiting her when she got back, she just had to murder this one person, and she was zeroing in on the target.

Jackson, son of the sea god Poseidon, the rebel. The one who had started his own group, and they now sailed the seas as mortal pirates, conquering the deadliest of challenges.

Annabeth threw herself against the bed. Stupid Jackson, no one knew how many times she had cursed his name. She had a special knife reserved only for him, only for his death.

She sighed, tonight she would be taking her husband, but that relationship would soon come to find itself... ah, dead.

She got up and slipped her feet into her high heels. She had a long, poofy blue dress on that complimented her skin tone. She let the necklace from Perseus fall over her shoulders, taking her curly blonde hair out from under it.

A ball, a dance, an engagement.

And a murder.

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"Annabelle my dear, this is Sir Luke, he was dropped off this morning." her 'mother' introduced.

She curtsied to Prince Luke, bowing her head.

He chuckled, running his hand through his blonde hair.

Annabeth's 'parents' left them to dance, and dance they did. Before they could announce the engagement, though, Annabeth swept him away to her room, throwing him onto the bed.

"Eager now, are we?" Luke raises an eyebrow, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"Yes, but not for what you think." Annabeth said, slowly opening her drawer.

In a second she was on top of Luke, resting the tip of the knife over his heart.

"You're not gonna stop me?" she asked quietly before letting the knife dive into his chest.

His breath hitched, but instead of screaming or crying out in pain, he just laughed, causing the blood to spill over the bed faster and faster.

The blood ran over Annabeth's shaking fingers.

"You..." he coughed up blood, still laughing. "Got the wrong... pirate, Annabeth." he cackled more and more, "Sir Jackson will be..." he never did get to finish. His body went into a series of numerous spasms, and his eyes glazed over, his final laugh still stickered on his face.

"I got... the wrong one?" Annabeth whispered, processing what he had said. No, no he was bluffing he had to be Jackso--

In his pocket she spotted something. Now it's usually bad to go through a dead guy's pockets, buut...

She grabbed the item to find it was two items. A note and a knife.

'Hello my dear, dear Annabeth. If you're reading this it means you've killed me, congrats b'tch!' Annabeth frowned. She was part fish, and in no way related to dogs. She continued reading. 'I assure you I am not Captain Jackson, but his simple, second command, Commander Castellan. Ring a bell? No? Shame. But I know you, Annabeth Chase. Oh yes I know you very well. Captain Jackson has spoken highly of you, and he still has not stopped his search for you... when I do not return he will know. He will know where you are, and he will come for you. Take the bronze knife you find attached to this note, he requested if you are to kill him or anymore of his crew members, you are to slay them with that knife.

Good luck Annie xoxox'

Annabeth cringed. Commander Castellan, the arrogant little boy she had met at age five? Of course she remembered that moron. He was so... so... big-headed! He bragged about one day ruling the seas, but apparently Jackson beat him to it.

Castellan didn't know a thing about what Annabeth had had to do, what she sacrificed to get where she was.

Wait.

Castellan was going to die, so he would've just given his real name, not caring!

Annabeth ran over and took out a piece of paper, numerous names jotted down on it. The members of The Stormy Chase.

Near the top, there it was, Castellan.

As far as Annabeth could figure they all went by their last names. She then added on Luke making it Castellan, Luke.

Using the blood on her hands she crossed out the name.

Oh gods, the blood, the body!

She whipped around to face the body, the horror of what she had just done beginning to dawn on her. She had killed a man. Yes, a pirate, but she had killed someone other than her target! Worse... his blood was all over the room, how was she gonna cover for that!?

Her breathing began to rapidly increase and she fell to her knees, screaming and crying. She held her head, hyperventilating.

"Princess!" the guards burst into the room to find a freaked out 'Annabelle' and a dead prince.

"What happened?" one of the main guards ran to her, taking her hands in is.

Annabeth looked at him, tears streaming down her face. "T-t-they came s-so fast." she hiccuped, "D-didn't.. I-I c-c-couldn't..."

"Get the King and Queen, the engagement is off." a second guard ordered, a third one running off.

She had killed an innocent-ish soul. Someone who shouldn't have died, his blood... was on her hands. She had actually... murdered...

Surely this could not be what her parents had wanted?

**Meanwhile in the open sea...

"Captain Jackson."

He turned his head, looking at his crew mate. "We are nearing our destination?" he guessed, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

Levesque nodded her head. "Less than a day's worth travel, Cap'n."

"Very good."

"Do you wish to turn back?"

"No no no, I want to have a word with the royal family." he smiled slyly, flipping his eyepatch up off his right eye, revealing a nasty scar. "Stop The Chase for the night, allow the crew to rest up before the big day."

"Of course."

Levesque bowed slightly before leaving the captain to himself.

He rose to his feet, looking out the window.

"I'm coming for you Annabeth." he murmured, "The only question left would be whether or not our meeting will be cheerful, or deadly..."

Short I know I'm sorry but the chappies will get longer! I PROMISE