training zooey

PART ONE – ERIC POV – Sex? Nope, but an introduction and description to the storyline
PART TWO – ZOOEY POV – Sex? Nope
PART THREE – ERIC POV – Sex? Yes



PART ONE – ERIC


It had been almost two centuries since Eric had last stepped foot inside the grounds of the castle which housed the closest thing he had to a family. It acted as the closest thing to a rehabilitation centre for newborn vampires, and offered refuge for those who felt uncomfortable with being integrated into society with humans. It was probably more important than ever, now that the vampires had “come out of the coffin” so to speak, and were facing discrimination. Though that didn’t stop him fucking hating the place.

The castle’s exterior had something about it which made him feel on edge, made him feel a terrible sense of disaster. The castle stood large and impending, even to Eric; it was a seven-story high building, with many towers and turrets, and very deep dungeons. It had been built in a valley area and was surrounded by mountains, with a fairly large lake to the south of the main building. The huge main oak front doors, leading into the entrance hall, faced the west, and opened up to sloping lawns. A deep forest extended around to the west of the castle. There were also exterior game fields and stables on the castle grounds, though they were mainly for show.

Eric felt the warmth of her hand close around his, and turned to face her. Zooey’s blue eyes were wide and shiny, alight with a look of fear that almost incapacitated him. He swallowed the anxious, sick feeling the castle gave him and tried to smile.

“It’s okay,” he promised, not knowing how true that was. “It’s important that we stay here when you’re a newborn. This is where I stayed. They can help you here.” He wanted nothing more than to reassure her, but he couldn’t help but feeling her was giving her false hope.

Zooey didn’t speak; she rarely spoke when she was nervous, but she managed to follow him up the cold stone steps to the intimidating front doors.

Inside, it was almost as he had remembered it; the entrance hall was quiet and usually had a reverential atmosphere. It was lined with tables and chairs and couches and flatscreen televisions, and to the right hand side was a bar that had been built into the wall. It had clearly been updated and modernized since he had last visited, but was essentially the same. It felt more like a hotel lobby than a vampire rehab centre. Directly opposite the fronts doors stood the steps which led up to the rooms, and the balcony which surrounded both sides of the entrance hall.

At the bottom of the steps was Myrian, he was leant against the stone balustrade, his arms crossed against his chest and a smirk on his lips.

“And the award for the biggest fuck up of the century goes to you, brother,” he said, still smirking as he walked towards the pair. He was lean and agile, and moved more like a cat than anything else. He wore leather pants, with a white shirt and a maroon military-style jacket, outlined with gold and red. His hair was messy and hung around his face, it seemed as though he had been running his hands through it a lot.

“Zooey, this is Myrian,” Eric said as he and his brother clasped each other’s forearm and pulled one another into a hug. “Myrian, this is Zooey.” Even under these circumstances, it felt good to see him; his connection with him – and the rest of the vampires – had faded in his absence, but it was definitely still there.

Myrian turned to Zooey, looking her up and down. “Well, aren’t you adorable,” he said almost listlessly.

Eric knew how Myrian felt about humans; somewhere along his thirteen-hundred years of existence, he had grown tired of them. He saw them as pets who craved subjugation, as blood bags whose being amused him. In reality, he shared almost ever vampire’s attitude towards humans, which was increasingly worrying.

“Come on,” Myrian said almost gravely, “they’re waiting for you both.”



PART TWO – ZOOEY


Zooey’s heart hammered as she, Eric, and the man who had been introduced as Myrian, entered the room to their left. She didn’t doubt the vampires would be able to hear it, they probably knew she was afraid. They were probably able to smell the fear, they knew she was like a rabbit in headlights. Trapped. Eric was her only protection, and she doubted even he would be able to prevent this many high-powered vampires from getting to her.

The thought of either her or Eric not leaving here alive was almost enough to make her want to vomit. Over the past few years she had grown to love the vampire, she enjoyed resting her head against his chest and feeling the rise as fall as he breathed, running her fingers through his golden brown hair, waking up with him lying next to her. Small things that, at this moment in time, seemed like the most important things in the world.

The room clearly acted as a dining hall – why vampires needed a dining hall, Zooey didn’t even want to know – but the long tables and benches had been pushed and stacked against walls, so the floor was clear. It made the room appear bigger, which was daunting. A few lit torches hung off the walls, which allowed some brightness, but the large window at the front was what let most of the light in.

All but one table, which stood at the front, had been placed aside. At this table sat the vampires, about twenty of them, the vampires that Eric had told her about, the vampires that would be deciding her fate.