They never came. They forgot about me. They don't care enough about me. I was nothing to them. Well, then they can go fuck themselves!

That's what I thought when I was younger. They never did come, King was turned.

King: my only remaining friend from the Night Stalkers. I laugh. How when he told Blade the Care Bear joke.

Blade. My hand curls into a fist. The traitor! He and Abbey, they never came.

They never came to get me, to rescue me and King. They left while they turned King into a vampire and attempted to make him feed on me. Drake stepped in then. He told them I wasn't important enough to satisfy King's thirst.

I remember that day. It was two days… no, three days after they kidnapped me. Where I was being held, wherever that may be, I could hear nearly everything. They were arguing outside my cell door, they being Drake and Danica. Danica wanted to feed me to King. She turned him two days ago. I could hear his scream from here.

"She is useless to us." Danica's voice was a sneer. "She only means something to King."

"I do not want this child to be used as your toy of amusement. She is like no other child I have seen."

"Drake, you don't seriously think you can keep her to yourself?"

"Don't test me, Danica! I am not to be tested." I heard a struggle and my guess is that he was strangling her.

"I…am…sorry, Master," she spluttered. He released her and I heard her gasping for air.

"Think before you speak and act, Danica. Choose your words and actions wisely. I am tired of your attitude. Leave me, now."

Drake started to reopen my door when Danica interrupted again.

"What about King? He needs to feed."

"He is your pet." The door opens and I see Danica facing the door in a defeated posture. Drake glanced at me for a moment then turned back to Danica with a power in his voice like none I have heard before. "Give him your own blood."

And with that said, he closed the door on Danica, on the screams that were drowned out by fear as he approached me, and on my memories of Sommerfield, Abbey, Blade, everyone.

A tear escaped the left corner of my eye. It trailed along my cheek and then down my jaw. It ended at the tip of my chin. My eyes fluttered open. I didn't expect tears. I didn't know what to expect. I only wanted some peaceful, silent, deep sleep. That apparently wasn't possibly because I kept having that reoccurring dream. Who were those people? What do they have to do with me?

"Zoey!" My name was followed by a series of mind rattling pounds on the door.

I sat up and looked around. My red bedroom seemed more like a cell each day. And the plantation, a prison.

My long black hair hugged my upper body. I placed my feet on the cold wooden floor. My nightgown flowed around my body as I stood. I looked into the mirror before opening my door. I looked presentable enough.

I swung the door open with unnecessary force. A man stood before me. Correction. Not just any other man. The most respectful man in the vampire world as we know it.

"What do you want?" I said turning back to my room. I sat at my vanity desk and started to brush my hair. In one of the mirrors I saw him step inside of my room and sit on my leather couch at the foot of my bed. Yes, he has a reflection.

"You know, you always were feisty. I could never figure out why."

"I just don't understand why I have to train and train and train for nothing." I sighed as I switched sides of grooming.

"Zoey," he sighed with me, "you are the most precious thing to me. I need you to be able to learn to be safe while I am away."

"Oh, screw the bullshit, Drake!" Yes, indeed. It is Drake. Also known as Dracula. But then that makes him mad so everyone calls him Drake. I think it's an age thing. "I want cold hard details not the 'safe little girl' details."

He looked at me long and hard. His face was always beautiful to me. I've never seen one like it. It's always glowing, in a way. His eyes are a sharp gold and, when he is hungry, you can tell by the red outline around the dark pupil. His chest, hard with muscles, was exposed through the thin fabric. His cropped hair was dark and he was at least a head higher than I was.

Me. I had waist long raven black hair. Yes, it even changes color in the moonlight. Drake always told me I was a blonde when I was younger. I don't believe it now. My eyes are a hazel color and my own muscles were small outlines from all the training I have been through.

I continued my grooming and stared at nothing else but Drake's eyes. This is a risky move. See, vampires, especially this vampire, are like werewolves; they do not like being challenged to a staring contest. I learned that early in life, but I was the only one that was allowed to toy with Drake.

I smiled and looked away first.

Suddenly, my hair went flying as I felt a gush of wind sweep pass me.

"You know how I feel about you messing with my control." In the mirror his hands went to the back of my throat. They didn't hurt me; I only felt his cold hands rest there. They slid to the meat of my shoulder.

"Well you woke me up too early." I didn't add the whining Danica usually uses with Drake. I whispered humorously, "I'm a little cranky."

"You are a little minx, aren't you?" he whispered into my ear, his lips touching my earlobe.

I giggled. "Only to you I am."

I looked at my hair and huffed.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he trailed kisses from my shoulder up my neck and down the other side.

"Yeah, right." I mumbled.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in," Drake answered, slightly irritated.

A man wearing all black stepped inside the room with a body bag. I grimaced. He set it down on the couch. I then realized that it's a dress.

"Get ready for the ball." Drake left the room followed by the delivery boy.

Once again, I was left alone.