Let me tell you how I ended up this way.
After I was kidnapped from headquarters by Drake, I was brought to a building. Inside the building I was taken downstairs to a cell like room. Inside the cell was nothing more than platform where I was chained to the ground. Drake often visited me there throughout the days I was there. Three days after I was taken, I was relocated to a manor, where I have been ever since. Where I am now.
The manor looked an awful lot like an old plantation. There were rows upon rows of grapes. People who lived near us, meaning 10-20 miles away from us, thought we were making whine. Drake thinks of it as a joke. Whine looks like blood. So, instead of just blood, he drinks whine at every meal we have together. Meaning me eating meat and vegetables and him drink blood spiked whine.
I loved the manor for the openness and the smell of fresh grapes. I am allowed anywhere on the manor.
I looked outside and saw the bright moon. I chuckled as I remembered that one sunny morning 4 years ago… _____________________________________________________________________________________
I was 13 at the time. I had been at the manor for nearly five years. I couldn't sleep and I wanted to see the sun. (Drake prefers night rather than day.) I am a rebellious child, so I snuck out of the house at 6:30 am.
I walked towards the fields and sat on the wooden swing. I grabbed the rope and started to move my feet back and forth to gain some air. I stopped to watch the sun rise. The morning was chilly, but I didn't care. I was about to feel warmth and comfort and that was all I needed.
They left me, so I had the right to want to be comforted. They meaning Abbey and Blade. I knew my mom died. Drake even told me so. I cried for three weeks straight until Danica entered my room to slap me across the face. What a bitch. Drake only warned her. I still, to this day, make fun of Danica just so she could get into trouble with Drake.
I stopped completely. The sun was beautiful. I forgot how much I really enjoyed being in the warmth and glow of the bright light. I closed my eyes and breathed it all in. The smell of the morning. I was to remember it forever.
"Enjoying the show?" He whispered into my ear.
I jumped and froze when he placed his hands on my shoulders to hold me in place.
"Calm down, little one. There is nothing to fear."
"Get your hands off of me," I sneered.
"Now, now. There is no need for sass."
I slid off the swing and turned to see who it was that held me down. It was Sebastian, a familiar of Asher Talos.
"Get away from me."
"Oh. Feisty little girl, aren't you?" He stepped closer.
"I'm not a little girl." I spat at him.
"Come, now. I only want to have a little fun." He took another step.
I straightened my posture and pulled up an eyebrow. "Take another step, Sebastian. You'll see how much fun you'll get."
The bastard was stupid enough to take another step.
Before he could even touch me, I did a round house kick at his stomach and tripped him in one swift movement. I learned that from Abbey. She was a great teacher. Was.
I stood above Sebastian and he just looked at me with anger in his eyes.
"Who's the little girl now, you dick." The words from King are just so inspiring.
He began to stand up and back away. He stood a yard away from me. I smiled wickedly.
"I think you broke a rib!"
"I think you deserved it." I laughed lightly.
"You bitch!"
He was after me then. I ran into the house because I was closest to the door. I didn't bother trying to lock it. He was a few feet behind me. He was slower because of his ribs.
I laughed loudly this time, most likely waking up everyone in the manor. I ran with everything I had. My adrenaline boosted to the maximum and I ran faster. I didn't care where I was going.
Sebastian was still behind me yelling at me to slow down so he can beat me and strangle me.
"No way, José!" Ha! I felt so alive!
We ran through almost every downstairs room. Some vampires were opening doors and poking their heads out of their rooms.
"Morning! The sun looks just beautiful outside! Gotta go!" I screamed at them as I ran by.
They looked at me like I was an animal.
"ZOEY‼"
Uh-oh. Danica just fell asleep and she sounds cranky!
She entered the hall I was running down. Sebastian was nearly on my heels. She stepped in front of me with her hands on her hips. Her eyes' bags had bags and she was wearing curlers with her silk nightgown.
"That's my name!" I came to a stop with Sebastian right behind me.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" I rolled my eyes at her.
She hates when I do that. She raised her hand. I dodged. She was even madder.
"Sebastian, take care of this runt!" She yelled.
"I will."
She stalks off. It's just me and Sebastian in the hall now.
He makes to grab my hand. I slap it down. He reaches again. I punch him in the face.
He stumbles. I gain posture Abbey taught me. I kick; he dives and punches my left cheek.
We fight.
People come out to see who is making the battle cries.
We move from hall to hall. We end up at the entry hall next to the stairs. He got a few punches and kicks here and there, but that's only because I let him. I like a fair fight where each opponent gets a few hits in. I went soft on him. Just to have some fun and keep the fight going for some time.
His hits were hard and numbing.
He hits my right breast. It's stings and gets numb.
"That's it!" I yell.
I do another round house kick into his balls. He is down for two minutes. I knee him in the head a few times. He stumbles backward. He's done.
"Psst!"
I turn to see a fist make its way to my right cheek. I duck and kick his knee making it go the wrong way to bend.
He yells in pain and falls over.
"Oh, my god!" I kneel over him. "I am so sorry. I was just in the mood and I just…I'm sorry!"
A hand grabs my shoulders and squeezes. I stand and grab the hand, twist it so I am facing the man and crack the elbow. I punch him in the sides and he falls over from nerve damage.
Another attacks from the corner. This time I am ready for him. My new opponent is a Chinese man. His name in Lee. He is the guy that kicks ass in the manor
"Hey Lee."
His fist glides across my face as I dodge the millionth punch to the face.
"How's it going, Zoey?" He was always nice to me.
"Great I was just…" I kick him in the gut, he grabs my leg, "outside on the swing watching the sunrise, when that dick face," I point to Sebastian as I twirl out of his grasp and kick him in the face as I do, "tries to touch me."
"That sounded fun."
"Oh, it was."
We continue talking while fighting. It must be nearly noon by this time. People watched the scene as though it were a movie.
Finally I pinned Lee down on the stairs. We each grabbed a weapon. Meaning he broke a table and broke off the two of the legs.
My point part of the leg was inches from his throat. I knew he went easy on me. I have seen him fight everyone else. He was no softy on them.
"Let him up, Zoey."
Shit. It was Drake. He was standing on the balcony at the top of the stairs. He obviously watched the whole scene. I let Lee up. He was smiling as he walked away to treat his wound I gave him on his arm. I had quite a few of them myself. Mainly on my face.
"That was…" he began.
I interrupted, "Disruptive, immature, violent. Am I close?"
"…interesting," he finished. "I would like to know where you learned those moves, Zoey."
"Abbey and King taught them to me." King disappeared from the manor a year ago. I don't know where he went.
"Ah. Of course."
I looked at the three men on the floor.
"I'm really sorry." I said to the man that I kicked in the knee and the nerve one. I turned to Sebastian, still on the floor. "You on the other hand, got what you deserved."
He sneered at me.
"Can I go to me room, now? I need to take a bath."
He let me pass.
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And that's how it happened. That is how I got into this stupid training stuff. At first it was fun. Lee taught me. But then, it grew old, and I grew tired of it.
I had to dress for the ball. The ball was held once every month. Its guests are the Council of Purebloods and their families.
I have been attending these balls since I was fifteen. Every ball I get a grand dress from Drake. The theme of the ball is always a masquerade from the late 1500's. Meaning I have to wear a slightly puffy dress. Great!
I applied my make-up, though I don't need much, in minutes. I stared long and hard at the dress wondering what it looks like this night. The norm dress Drake gets me is a dark color. Last month it was a midnight blue with sparkling black lace trimming the low v neck and hem of the skirt. It was gorgeous, as always.
I sighed and unzipped the bag. I gasped. As always I was taken back from the exquisite charm of the dress. It was a dark shade of red. The skirt was studded with rubies and the corset had zigzag silk ribbon. The low u neck would nearly expose my breasts. How befitting if Drake got it for me. I let him touch me, sure. But I would never let that man kiss me. I am not talking about the kisses he trailed along my shoulders but the kisses that are placed on your lips. That would be too personal.
I went behind my dressing screen and slipped out of my night gown and into my fluffy dress.
I looked in the mirror.
By God, I was right! My breasts were nearly exposed! I will have to talk to Drake about this! What a perv!
A knock came to the door.
"What?" I shouted.
"Get your ass out here! We are waiting for you!" It was Asher, the prick whose pet tried to touch me a few years ago. Remember that lovely story?
I slid on my plain black mask I wore with every gown since it matched perfectly. I opened the door. He was wearing a black tux and shiny black shoes, as per usual.
He stared and raised an eyebrow. "You look…"
"Shut up!" I pushed my way past him and out of the dark halls. Once I stepped into the candle light. Everyone looked up to see me walk down the stairs. I swear I was like a princess. When I was younger, I enjoyed this. But now, I felt it utterly boring and inappropriate for people to look at me in such a way.
Ugh! Here we go. Another boring party!