This chapter is inspired by BG and LL, as already stated; contains Perachel, Tratie, etc.

Warning: Skip scene 1 if you don't like gory/dark stuff. It's Charlotte's - a bad guy in this story - "pay back".

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO. I will own my very own series when I'm older, though.

He was drawn towards her, a young lady named Rachel; he found her, outside in the garden. She wore her hair down, the color being the shade of blood. Her dress was green, bringing out her empty orbs. But, she still had that mysterious look in her eyes, the reason why Perseus was attracted to her. She did not smile when she looked at the prince—in fact, she just stood her.

"Excuse me, but I need to check something real quick." The prince said to the girl he was dancing with. The girl tried to protest, but Percy ignored her, smiling, and walked outside.

As he made his way to the garden, Perseus walked up to her. He caressed Rachel's cheeks, no emotion on his face. "Right on schedule. Shall we dance?"

The redhead looked at the green-eyed man, staring at him, "We need to talk."

-5 Days after

The Ball-

…1…

Violent scene right here. If you do not feel comfortable, then please skip this scene.

"So, what you are trying to tell me is that this shoe belongs to the woman you are destined to marry?" asked Charlotte. Her eyes sparkled as she observed the little black slipper in the prince's hands.

"Yes. This is the last house I'm visiting," the prince answered. He held out the shoe, placing it in her hands. "Try it on, would you?"

Charlotte smiled her face full of glee, "Of course I will try it on! I mean, I am the girl who wore it last night—right?"

Percy smirked, an evil grin being hidden behind it. He was guilty of what was to happen to her, but it must be done. The poor girl would be a victim in less than one hour. Such a shame. "We will find out soon enough. I have to go. I need to get something. I will be right back."
The young wealthy girl looked at the glass shoe. It was black, and it glittered like silky hair. Also, the shoe was incredibly small; tiny, possibly not even a mouse could fit in it. For some reason, it looked like death, and there was something that made her seem more attracted to it. How could Charlotte fit in this? She would find a way. Silently, she took it inside the mansion, walking to the kitchen.

"Alright shoe, let's get this over with…" she said, holding it steady, "…bring me my prince—"

"Sister, what are you doing?" A voice purred. From the corner Charlotte's youngest sister, Abigail, confronted her. The 13-year-old's golden curls were straightened, and she wore an elegant dress. "What is that you are holding?"

Charlotte hid the small shoe behind her, "Nothing, my beloved Abigail. Please, meet your friends and have fun this very moment."

Abigail looked at the young girl, uncertain, "Okay, Lotte. Take care,"

"I should be saying take care. I love you,"

"I love you too, sibling." The older girl watched her younger sibling leave their home, making sure she won't turn around or figure out what she was doing.

Looking around, Charlotte walked to the kitchen table and set the slipper down carefully. Pulling out one of the tall-backed chairs, Charlotte made her own seat, straight in front of the shoe and stared at it silently, as though it was some sacred item that belonged to Aphrodite. Her heart—if she did have one—was beginning to beat rapidly like a drum in her chest. She took a deep breath as she took off the heels she was wearing at this moment, preparing for the black shoe.

Cautiously, she lifted the glass slipper and placed it on the end of her foot. Her toes were big, but being the girl she is, Charlotte didn't give up. The oblivious girl pushed her foot in the solid glass as hard as she could—force it to fit. Trying multiple ways to fit the shoe, she managed to press her toes against the very tip—hurting her—yet the heel would not go inside.

She strained her foot, trying to bend it to fit her heel inside; but despite her efforts, it would not fit—the shoe was much too small. Oh, how could such a lady have feet this small? After much exertion, the color of her hand and foot turned from white to red, making a bright pigment; her fingers and toes were starting to blister, so she stopped and set the shoe on the table again. Charlotte sighed, definitely frustrated and upset. How could she marry Perseus?

"Charlotte…"

The young girl looked up, frightened. A voice swept through her ears, catching her attention. Could it be the wind, or was she hearing things? Yes, she must be hearing things, because the voice sounded familiar… Rachel.

"Rachel? Is that you?" she asked impatiently with pain in her voice. "Where are you, servant? Why aren't you doing your chores?" Charlotte spat, emphasizing every word.

The wind starting to blow around the girl even more. "Do not question anything, Charlotte. Please, listen to me." It said.

"Why should I, dear servant—huh? In fact, where the Hades are you?"

"I am somewhere right now, far away from our household. Please, just listen to me. Make the slipper fit!"

"You think I have not tried to 'make the slipper fit', Rachel? You are oblivious sometimes! Do you not see my strained and blistered hands? The way my feet are red! How could I make it fit?"

"This is the last time I am going to tell you: Listen. To. Me."

Charlotte sighed. This voice, it was so…enchanting. It seemed to have the poor girl under a spell. "Fine, pathetic servant. Tell me what to do." How ignorant and stupid was she?

The breeze filled room. It smelled so vital, yet deadly. "Look at the object on the table. It will be the key to this particular problem."

Charlotte looked at the table; her eyebrows furrowed. Rachel's knife—the same one she used at their mortuary—glimmered. The sharp blade reflected Charlotte's blurry image, showing her tears.

The knife.

She was in shock. "What? How could this answer my problem?"

"Take the knife in your hand," Rachel's voice said. Tension rose from the ground and it mixed with shame in the air.

Hesitantly, Charlotte grabbed it, making sure the blade would not touch her porcelain skin. "Now what shall I do, dear Rachel?" A shock: she did not call her servant.

"Make your foot fit in the shoe," it said at once. "Cut off some of your skin. It will hurt, but the result will be justice, and you will get your happily ever after, marrying the prince, and ruling both Sparta and Athens."

"Cut off my foot?" Charlotte replied with great uncertainty in her voice. She looked down, staring at her soft flesh. All of a sudden, she yelled at the voice, "You are crazy! I will do no such thing!"

"Shut your mouth! You are going to get us caught!" the voice snapped, "Do you want the prince to marry you? Then do what I am trying to tell you!"

She was silent for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to do something this…stupid. Finally, she sighed, again, grabbing the knife tighter than ever. The wind speeds up, the pace being incredibly fast. "Are you certain of the result?"

The voice answers, "I am, darling. After all, love does find a way. Aphrodite would be so proud of you!"

Her face brightened up at the voice's comment. "Yes, maybe you are right! I shall do it—for my prince, for Aphrodite, for my family; for me. Nothing will stop my undying love for the prince of Sparta!"

The voice laughed happily, evilness lurking in it.

Oh, Charlotte just made a big mistake.

With the knife in her hands, the foolish girl lowered the sharp blade to the back of her bare and pale foot, beginning to trace and map the spot where she would cut it off. If Charlotte could not fit her heel in this black shoe, then she would get rid of it. Just like what the voice said. She took a deep breath, and began dooming herself.

Closing her eyes, the blonde girl dug the knife deep into her flesh, taking it out. She winced back in pain—trying not to scream—as droplets of dark red blood from her cut covered her blistered hands, staining the chair. Charlotte ripped out the bloody piece of her foot, and sliced through the rest of the meat, laying the mushy slab of skin on the table.

The pain was incredibly severe. As soon as she saw her own blood, the pleasure was lost, the wound being more than intense; but in the end it would be worth it—just like what the voice had told her… Right?

Charlotte grabbed the shoe from the table, her blistered hands shaking. With sudden impact, she forced her feet down into the black glass, blood starting to leave her body. She winced in pain as her heel touched the edge of the black glass; she tried to ignore it, though her effort lacked. She screamed, but then became quiet again.

"Do not give up! Stand up and use both your body and brain!"

The young girl nodded and stood up, trying to make her body weight dig her foot in the black glass deeper which would make it fit. But, it did not work; all that was created from her stupidity was more than just pain. Charlotte grew angry of this. Did she not cut enough of her heel? Did she have to do anything else? Why would the shoe not fit! It was almost as though the glass slipper had magically shrunken. Was it under the spell because of magic? Was there such thing?

Charlotte laughed, as though she was mental—which she could be at this very moment. She could not deal with this, but she had to; this was the result, right?

"Don't you dare give up!" The voice exclaimed. "Look at your toes. I am certain the slipper will fit if you rid them." it hissed.

She grumbled. "My toes? But—"

"Do it. You will not be disappointed. Perseus will be yours very soon."

"F-Fine… Well, here goes nothing…"

Ripping out the shoe off her half-bloody, half-rid foot, she peeled off the blood that was starting to stick and become dry. Charlotte placed her horrid foot on the chair—still stained—and wiggled her dainty toes for the last time. "Bye-bye," she whispered. Raising the knife she forced the blade down and sliced off her smallest toe in one swipe, chopping the one next one afterwards—basically repeating the process.

She sliced her toes with such power, sending every one of them flying thanks to her thrusts. Her biggest toe, covered in blood, was uncooperative though. The desperate girl reached down, and decided to snap the toe off. Relieved but still in pain, Charlotte sighed and stuffed the rest of her foot in, the slipper finally hugging it.

"It worked!" she cried out, tears in her eyes. "The glass slipper fit me! Rachel, do you hear me? Thank you!"

There was no reply. The wind stopped spinning, leaving the girl standing on her injured foot. She dropped the blood stained knife on the table, and tried taking steps, falling down. Charlotte smelled the fresh blood and her flesh, the smile turning into a frown.

She looked outside, staring at the prince, a redhead in his arms. Charlotte gasps, her head spinning. That traitor! How could she? Then, Charlotte got shock right back into reality. She looked at the mess she created just a while back, her flesh starting to fall. Blood—her blood—dripped from the table, staining the floor.

"W-what have I-I-I done? No, this is not what I wanted!" she cried.

Then, the voice came back. "You are not the bride, Charlotte. You are a fool, nothing in your mind except your prince—the one you will never have. Lesson learned. May your soul rest in peace."

...2...

Annabeth snuck into the palace, her dagger in her hands. The young girl, still in her monster form, crept through the halls, stalking the prince and Rachel, the redhead who was starting to smile. She hid behind one of the pillars, watching the king of Sparta speak:

"So, Perseus, this is the girl you are talking about—the woman you want to marry?" King Ugliano asked, examining the precious rose in front of him.

He mumbles. "Yes, father. This girl has stolen my heart the second my eyes stared upon her, which happened before we danced at the ball five days ago." Rachel smiles at the comment.

The young redheaded demon still had her brown dress on, blood still staining it. Her hair was down, and it was terribly messy. There was this mysterious look in her eyes, probably the reason why the prince fell in love with her. Annabeth took note of this, leaning in closer to hear their conversation better.

"Well, then it's settled. The prince will marry Rachel Elizabeth Dare tomorrow at sunset, when the moon is full. Let the citizens of Sparta know this before the moon sets. Guards, deliver the news throughout the village immediately…" Young soldiers—Travis and Connor Stoll—bowed before the king and set off, trying not to talk.

As they walked out the door, Travis spotted Katie—the palace's gardener. His instincts tried telling him to make a move by setting her flowers on fire, but Connor urged them not to, for they were goners if they did. Katie looked at Travis, and huffed. Then, the king called her in.

"Dear Katie, please assist Rachel and help her dress for the wedding, would you?"

The brunette stared at the redhead, smiling. "Yes sir, I will. Come, dear Rachel, let us show you the chambers and have you get a good look of what you are about to rule after the prince conquers Athens."

Rachel nods, following the young lady. They seemed to be getting along just fine. Annabeth took a liking to Rachel's attitude, and started to pity her; but she changed her mind and directed her attention back to the king and prince.

"Do not let that girl ruin your plans, Perseus. You may be betrothed now, but do not let that stop you, even if Athens does something unexpected." Gabe said.

"Yes sir," Percy growled. The king wanted to slap him, but he didn't because of the citizens in the room witnessing this event.

"You may return to your usual studies with Nico and Grover. Now, go away."

"My pleasure, king."

Annabeth watched as the prince spat out those words with hate. He soon followed his future bride, kissing her. Then, a brilliant idea crept into her brain: I should use the prince's strengths and weaknesses against him. Scratch kidnapping, it is too risky…

I should kill Rachel instead.

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