This thing wont leave me alone

Tragedy

Annebeth didn't get any of it. Leon confused her too much. It felt like someone was pressing down on her as if the weight of the world itself was crashing into her strong, powerful, beautiful body. It had been nearly a month since their meeting and every day she would run a rampage through her lair, missing his delicious scent and his calloused hands, and his uninspiring face that Annebeth loved so much. She lurched over a table where she chopped up the bodies and vomited over its wooden surface. Great, now she needed to wash. Vampires weren't too kind when it came to washing due to water being a dangerous substance. No, not because it was some sort of superstitious holy water but because the water was always moving whilst the vampire had no blood to move with. Therefore the vampire would tend to drown after thirty seconds in a shower.

She sighed and walked over to a tub which she used to splash water on her face and rinse the vomit from her mouth. She brought it over to the mess and began to clean it with a sponge that she acquired long ago from a human woman whom she had fallen for. The sponge was never far away.

"It will be there when you need it!" Tilly had said.

Well, it sure was there when she needed it. Thinking about Tilly distracted her from her thoughts of Leon and the ache she felt in her body and her unbeating heart.

"Ah damn." She said as her mind raced back to Leon as if he was the center of her world and nothing could keep Annebeth away from him until she died.

Taking a look around the room, Annebeth got even more confused. Why had he not loved her decorations and her cabinets and her chair? Were they not cozy enough for him, were they disgusting and a little deranged to him? Humans were weird. It had been so long since she had turned that she never really thought about her old life. All she remembered was a tall slender well toned man and a small little girl with brown hair and deep blue eyes. She tried to focus on them, trying to keep Leon from her mind. Was the small child... her child? And was the man her husband?

She turned and was greeted by a scene of the man and child, lying on the floor in front of her as monsters and demons gouged and defiled their bodies. A demon with pustules and a rank aroma stumbling towards her. Its eyes were feeling for her throat. Then the image turned to a young boy no older than fourteen entering the room. He splayed his fingers in front of him as a wall of cold air emerged from his palm. The pustule monster froze and a small green monster with the features of a baby jumped in front of the boy. From its nails grew great long claws and his head was a mess of leaches and bugs from the jungles. It charged forward cutting and slashing as if it weren't a baby but something far more dangerous.

The creature that lay over the lifeless form that had been what she assumed to be her husband charged toward the teen. Its body was just like the one she had shown Leon in her lair. Its unseen face was covered in red as the blood was being absorbed into its body. She remembered screaming in terror, agony, and disbelief as the ghostly creature assaulted her. The teen step between them and laid a hand on the creature's head. Within seconds the creature froze into a cube. The last one was a werewolf-type creature with a bull's head. It simply ran from the corpse that was what she assumed was her daughter and left the house.

She hated monsters with a passion. The teen who would go on to call himself Pouique, began to nurture her back to health and mental ease. She had stayed with Pouique till she was thirty-three. Everything about her became killing monsters and creatures. He had cared for her in every aspect. Giving her lodgings and food, a place to heal wounds and gather power. Soon they would see each other as a brother and sister type situation which was fine to her. He had introduced the little green creature as Cadavare who had equally been responsible for her return to sanity.

Annebeth owed them so much. Her life, the souls of her assumed husband and daughter as well as for being a constant in her life. He was someone she could always turn to. However, with his human form constantly changing due to sudden harsh deaths or torture by his enemies, Pouique had always been someone new every fifty to sixty years. He was at this moment in time waging a one-man war against a whole load of deities who wished this world gone. Evil Deities at that. They were the leaders of the other world and for the most part, Pouique seemed to be doing his best at thinning their hoards. His brothers, whose names should never be spoken came at him from all sides, forcing their powers and hammering his forces endlessly. It had occurred to her that the last time she had spoken to him, he was incredibly tired. The god's host was quite mentally ill and the powers of Pouiques extreme feelings didn't help the poor boy.

Pouique had offered her a choice. She could remain human and try to get her life back and be a normal person. Or she could become a greater being and help him capture monsters and all other sorts of inhuman beings. It was her duty, a responsibility to her family she once had, to try and help Pouique. Who knew how many other families suffered from the horrors of what had happened to her?

That night on the seventeenth of June 1354 she went down the steps of the house, Pouique led her, their arms looped as he took her to a vampire. She was scared at first, seeing the sharp fangs, but was soon smoothed by the vampire's good-natured tone and soft eyes that seemed to care more about her blood than herself. At midnight the vampire cut a sliver of his palm and ran the sticky liquid down her throat. She could still remember the feeling of the blood, the strength in her bones and muscles, her features and posture. She stood straighter and felt more sure of herself. She was enlightened by the feeling as if she were flying in the air.

At first, Annebeth was sickened by the sacrifices she would have to take from humans. She resorted to drugs to try and cure her feelings until she craved the drugs more than the blood. It was Pouique who had come to her as an answer. He had said that a vampire didn't have to drink human blood. Any blood would suffice. That day he motioned for Cadavare to enter the room as he dragged a demon in behind him. It was a great grotesque beat. The size of the living room table. Pouique simply nodded to it. Annebeth was at first nauseous of trying what would surely be a disgusting unhelpfully revolting meal.

"Trust me." He had said, and with everything she owed him, she decided not to disgrace his gift. She leaned on the monster and, with her increased strength, tore off a leg. She bit down into it and was reminded of the flavor of a bland potato.

"Thank you!" she had said excitedly at the prospect of not having to eat humans.

However, now with Pouique stopping the flow of demons, monsters, and creatures from entering this plain of existence, she had begun turning back to humans. Over her six hundred and sixty-two years of living, she had only killed around fifty humans. She kept their remains in preserved cabinets trying to allow their souls to live in the cabinets which she made as comfortable as possible. Instead of a dark box they would be shown to their favorite deepest dreams and would live the way they wanted forever.

She had intended for Leon to live that way as well. She just hoped Leon could forgive her for not wanting him to live in a vampire paradise.

She was well aware that the vision she just had was a symptom of not having Leon nearby and made her way back to the pier. Looking at the floor she rushed along the beach making a beeline to Leon's cozy little accommodations and was revolted by the smell coming from that direction. Panic struck her. The smell was Leon but there was another which was putrid and horrible. The smell of fish. She hated fish and that meant one thing. A monster was nearby. She leaped forward from behind a corner shop by the beach side with the horrific view of Leon being cornered by a great creature the size of a bungalow. It had four arms and legs and was rushing towards Leon. Annebeth heard a rather feminine scream. She rushed forward at top speed and slammed her full body into the creature. It fell back and a battle ensued.