The Events: an old vampire tradition put a stop to when their race began to become extinct from hunters and the dangers of the games. In the games, there are two different teams: vampires and humans. Not one single human survived the Events. Any vampire that survived ending up dying within a few months. And yet, vampires lined up just to say that they were a part of the Events.

The Events play several different games. Some don't even speak of the games out of fear. Fear from what, no one knows but them. Others brag that they can take on the games, but when offered to play the games, they decline.

The Events haven't been in action since 1311, when Antonius Mancini was the first vampire to die in the games. Soon after, other vampires failed to survive. The Council began to worry that the vampire population with fret and riot about their dead, so the games ended.

After nearly 700 years, the games are back. And most will soon worry about who will end up living and who will be dragged away from the arena.

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-Drake-

This is bullshit! His mind was screaming at him again. You can't go through with this! She's not ready, you idiot! And once again, he didn't listen.

"She will be," he argued aloud. "I'll make sure of it."

He was sitting on the chaise in front of his bed. He had his lips pressed against his cold knuckles, deep in thought.

You could lose her.

"I will not lose her!" he whispered fiercely.

He stood abruptly and began pacing the length of his room. He felt like a tiger and the thought tickled his fancy for a bit. He sat down on the chaise for a moment, and then stood once again. He growled at his feelings toward the pitiful girl. He had seen her grow into a woman, but still couldn't shake the thought that he had an emotion he never felt before.

"Mi a fene történik velem, a fenébe is?" he shouted in Hungarian, his native language.

He stopped pacing and lied across the chaise, closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed deeply to get calm.

"I've made my decision. Zoey will play in the games," he growled. "And she will survive."

………….

That stupid, pigheaded, stubborn teacher! Ugh!

I peeled off my training clothes. They stuck to me due to the sweat and blood that was all over my body. I sneered, nearly 4 years of this shit and I'm getting sick of it. Sure, it was like a boring relationship that started out adventurous; fun while it lasted. Now, I am 17 instead of 13 and having the need to learn something new. I hated training, I didn't hate my teacher. Well, only sometimes. Like now, I really wanted to strangle Lee. I wanted to tie him up and give him the torture he calls training.

He went especially hard on me and I still don't know why. Maybe he was in a bad mood. I shrugged.

"Dammit!" Bad idea; pain shot through my ribs and shoulders. "Ow."

I stood in the middle of my room, with nothing on but my sports bra and spandex that I always wear underneath the training clothes. I didn't want to look in the mirror and see my wounds, but I had to. I turned slowly, not only because I didn't want to see, but I also couldn't move very fast. After the first couple of punches, I was getting numb with nerve damage and hurt from too many hits.

I finally faced the mirror. Wow. Talk about abuse. I already had black bruises covered my abdomen and arms. My legs had a few spots, but all in all, I looked like a fucking Dalmatian. Thanks again, Lee. I appreciate the beat down.

Sike!

I opened my wardrobe and began to search for some jeans and a t-shirt. All I found was the jeans, but a cut tank top, one that showed my stomach. Props to Drake for that one!

I dressed and slowly made my way down the stairs. I went into the kitchen.

I groaned loudly. It smelled great. I was starving. I closed my eyes and took a breath.

"You hungry?" Cat the Cook asked me. She was stern, but sweet.

"Starving!" I replied.

"Sit down, sugar, I'll make you a sandwich."

"Thanks Cat."

I sat down at the counter on a stool. Everything was fancy and Victorian. The stove ran on wood, no microwave, and the sink was a pump. The only modern thing was the oven, which was just like any other oven you find in a regular house, complete with buttons and three different shelf things inside.

The door opened again and in entered the man I hated right now. Lee.

He gave me an amused smile. "I see I gave you a few bruises."

"I thought I should proudly show them off." I rolled my eyes and gave him a look. "Don't worry, my time will come."

He laughed. "It will, young one, it will."

"Oh stop giving me the Zen lessons. I sick of it."

He laughed again.

Cat set the plate with my sandwich in front of me and placed Cup of Noodles in front of Lee. I stifled a laugh. He gave me a look, meaning he heard me. I began to eat. I was eating big bites and I realized I was shoving food into my mouth. Danica would scold me for being such a pig. I partly smiled at that.

"Hungry much?" Lee asked sarcastically.

"Shut up." I muttered in between bites.

I finished it off with a few gulps of A&W Root beer. I gave a small burp and cleaned my mess. Lee was still at the table eating his food with wooden chopsticks. I suddenly wondered what it must feel like to live over a few hundred years and see the world change around you. I hear that in China, they use silverware instead of the traditional chopsticks these days. Sucks, right? I sighed.

He looked up at me as I opened the door. "Go heal up. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

"Looking forward to it, Sensei." As I left the room I heard his unique laugh. I smiled. What a great guy, considering the fact he gave me all the bruises I needed to last a lifetime or two.

I stomped up the stairs and did a somersault onto my bed, landing sideways across my bed. I looked up at the ceiling of my canopy bed. Pictures of movie stars and singers were taped across so I could see them and imagine life that is considered normal in the world, filled with boys, drama, and more boys, so the only problem would be worrying about what to wear on the first date. Sigh. Why life can't be so easy to some of us, I don't know.

I began to close my eyes before a sharp knock on my door rang in my ears.

"What?" I groaned.

The door whisked open almost before I said anything and I smelled It. Danica. Ugh. I threw my arm over my face to block out the horrible stench of what she likes to call perfume. I wanted to throw up, but I wanted to wait until she was in puking range.

She approached my bed in a huff. "You little brat!"

"You really need to come up with new names for me. Your old comments are dull and ineffective."

She ignored that. "How dare you try and get into his favor that way! I am sick of it! All of it! You might think that this will make me step down. Oooh noo! You are sorely mistaken, runt!"

I removed my arm to see her standing above me, her hands on her hips and her lips in a set line.

"Okay, one, I'm 17, so that technically doesn't make me a runt. Two, you are sorely mistaken if you think I'm trying to win anyone's favor. And finally three," I ticked off the numbers with my fingers, "what the hell are you talking about, Danica?"

"Don't play stupid with me, runt! I'm all over you little game you are playing."

"How much crack did you have today?" I asked.

I reached for my flex band on my bedside table and began to stretch my legs. Yeah, it hurt like a bitch in labor, but I had to heal a little before tomorrow.

"I'm going to do it. I'm going to enter too! Just to see you fall! It'll be a sight worth watching." She snickered and began to walk away. "A human surviving the Events is very unlikely, Zoey. Just thought I'd tell you." With that, she left.

I stopped stretching and thought What the hell are the Events?

A|N: Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long! I've worked on this piece today. I will try and post another in the next few days. Finals this week. Grrr.

I just wanted to fill you in on what the hell what Drake said really means. It just says "What the hell is happening to me?" in Hungarian. So now you can say it outta the blue at someone and they won't know what the heck you are saying. (: Thanks for reading. And review if you like! I love those. They keep me writing my stories. Lets me know people enjoy it. :D But, any questions, I will gladly answer. I know I can be kinda confusing. Any ideas you think of, something you want to add to the stories, send me a message and I will gladly try and put it in if it fits the storyline. :D

Thanks again!

Willow to heal a little before tomorrow.

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