Redwood Springs used to be a quiet town, it was rather far from the bustling cities and wasn't known for much. However, people have started dissappearing and bodies have begun showing up. The police are nowhere near to catching this killer as the townsfolk as growing even more worried by the day. Enter Rose Jackson, a girl moving to the country in search of a better life. Moving on from her past life with her oppressive family, Rose tries to let go of her past only to be greeted by figures of it. As she is forced to remember the worst years of her life, Rose also forms new attachments and finds love... But the love she finds belongs to a man who feels nothing but desperate love towards her and will do anything to keep her safe. Even if it involves muder. □■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□ "I'm not normal, I'm nothing close to normal." Rose said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned back so her head was hanging off the bed upside down. Her head just barely touched Viktor's shoulder but she felt him reach and stroke a bit of her hair which flowed down his shoulder. "Trust me, you aren't normal, but at least you're better than me." ■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■ "Just a warning Miss. Jackson. Not everything is as it seems. Don't believe everything someone tells you." ♤♡♢♧ (This story is completely fictional and I own the characters and the setting. Any relation to real people is simply by accident.) [This story will have themes unsuitable for younger audiences and there will only be warnings for specific themes if I deem it necessary.]

We won the war against Gaea, I was overjoyed. That is, until I saw blonde curls stained red. A month after Annebeth died the camp was attacked, causing a big secret Chiron kept from me to surface. My name is Percy Jackson, and I'm a wizard. (This does not follow the original plot in Harry Potter.) Percy belongs to Rick Riordan and Harry belongs to J.K. Rowling. In case you didn't know.