A/N: Sorry updates are taking awhile. After writing the second chapter I thought that working with a beta was a great idea so I had to find one which took awhile then my school work got in the way. I want to thank uncutetomboy for being a beta for this story, I know her schedule has been really busy lately, but she's been able to make time to help me with my stories and I really appreciate. The girl is fucking amazing. So we really hope you enjoy the revamping of the first chapter.
TWILIGHT CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE! IF THEY WERE, THERE WOULD BE SLASH!
Blinking blearily, my eyes open to near-complete darkness; with a shiver, I realize that I had woken up to cold, rough cement against my back. My mind is confusedly running in every which direction, as it usually did after I had a rough night; strangely, my memories of how I arrived here are blank and I shiver again. This time, it's because my mind is forcing me to think of what's to come, because I can't remember how I got here.
I slowly rise blinking rapidly to force my eyes to adjust, but my attempts prove to be less than useless. Since my sense of sight is unavailable in this environment, I try listening for sounds that may provide me with more answers as to where I am. Remaining still and concentrating hard, I can here faint snoring, laboured breaths, quiet sobs, and the clanking of chains. I'm not alone.
Good, thank God, I'm not alone…
But, ugh, damn it my fucking head KILLS.
I want to shout, and see if the others here can help me or at least tell me what's going on, but I stay quiet due to fear. I don't know what the fuck's going on, so it's perfectly rational that I'm scared shitless. Right? I'm afraid of the unknown, afraid of what's to come so I remain silent, because, right now, I believe making noise will only begin to make my predicament even worse.
With a shaky breath, I begin to do mental check of my body. Is there anything broken? When I go to move my arms and legs, I notice they are bound; my legs are tethered to the ground preventing me from exploring the area. It wasn't too far a stretch to conclude that I must be a prisoner of some sort, but at least I'm not alone. My shivering increases as I shift around and I find that I am only in my boxers. Weird. After making my observations reality kicks in.
JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST! I'VE BEEN FUCKING ABDUCTED AND NOW I'M TRAPPED IN THIS DARK SHIT HOLE! ARE THEY GOING TO KILL ME? AM I BEING HELD FOR RANSOM? WHAT IF THIS IS LIKE THOSE FUCKING SAW MOVIES AND I'M HERE TO FIGHT FOR MY LIFE? GOD DAMMIT, I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO HACK MY OWN FUCKING LEG OFF! OH SHIT. FUCK. GODDAMMIT. MOTHER-FUCKING ASS. SON OF A COCK-SUCKING BITCH! FUUUUUCK!
WHAT IF I AM GOING TO BE LEFT HERE TO DIE? WHAT IF I AM GOING TO BE FORCED TO BE A GOVERNMENT EXPERIMENT! OR WHAT IF I HAVE BEEN TAKEN BY SOME FREAKIN ALIENS, WHO ARE GOING TO ANAL PROBE MY ASS… which might not be too bad… BUT FUCKING STILL! OH SHIT, MAYBE I'M HERE AS SOME SORT OF FUCKING SEX SLAVE! WHAT IF I HAVE TO SERVE AN UGLY OLD BALD ASS MOTHERFUCKER! WHAT IF THIS IS A TORTURE CHAMBER? MAYBE I AM BEING NABBED INTO SOME KIND OF UNDERGROUND PORN ORGY!
Okay calm down Eddie
Maybe if I can remember how I got here, it will give me some sort of a clue as to where here is. Groaning, I mentally battle through my foggy mind for any of my last memories.
C'MON, EDWARD, THINK, THINK, THINK…
After a few minutes, I manage to grasp a few fleeting images of the last twenty-four hours.
*** Memories ***
… passed out on the ground, not moving. There were at least fifteen people in here…
… walking home from work when a neon-yellow sign caught my eyes… "Seeking male and female models ages 18-25. All ethnicities and body types welcome. No experience needed. If you are interested go to the Monterrey Inn Suites on 4th and June tonight at 9pm. Starting pay is $5,000" …$5,000 is a lot of money… it's only 8:30pm, I can make it…hotel, I saw a sign at the front desk that read "All models go to suite 703 on the top floor"…
… I took slow measured steps down the hallway, until I found the door that read 703. After one last, deep breath, I tentatively knocked on the door. A few seconds later I was greeted by a beautiful chocolate man with dreadlocks. Fucking dreadlocks… swoon. Maybe this won't be so bad after all…
"… Edward, I am Laurent Dupri, you seem to have just what we are looking for…"
… a mix of boys and girls; they all varied in height, weight, amount of body art, ethnicity, clothing style, hair color and length.… a melting pot of diversity…
… Laurent… lead them into the next room. When he got to me, he pointed in my direction and beckoned me over with his hand, and a sexy smirk.
…What kind of place is this? What the fuck have I gotten myself into? THIS IS SO MUCH FUCKING WORSE THAN PORN! FUCKING MASS ORGY DATE RAPE! With my spiked anxiety, I did nothing but stand there slack jawed. Slowly I pivoted my body towards Laurent…
Whispering… he said, "I've found what I'm looking for, right here, boy".
… two steps, Laurent grabbed me around the waist from behind…
… sharp prick in my neck, followed by an aching pain. He held me tight as numbness took over my body, and I slumped helplessly against his chest…
"Cela l'est; endormir, mon garçon. Apprécier vos derniers moments de paix."
… chocolate éclair drugged me…
*** Back to present ***
Lured into a damn trap
Melted over a hot guy
Saw bodies on the floor
Drugged by said guy
Then my mind goes blank.
I'm so fucking screwed.
I start hyperventilating after managing to freak myself out. Realizing this, I try slow my breaths and breathe deeply, because, really, passing out won't do me any good in this situation. Rather than think of my possible future or lack thereof… I pass the time by singing Bob Marley songs in my head.
"Don't worry… about a thing"
…. Especially being trapped in the fucking dark
"Cause every little thing is gonna be alright"
….. Even when you're nearly naked and tethered to the floor
Who am I kidding?
There's no way I'm relaxing when I'm this vulnerable. I'm royally fucked.
"I'm just a buffalo soldier in the heart of America,"
"Stolen from Africa, brought to America,"
"Said he was fight on arr—"
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
Shit. Someone is coming. I don't know if I'm more anxious for answers as to why I am here or fucking scared shitless of what's about to happen. Well either way whoever this person is probably knows the reason we're all here. A door squeaks open and slams shut. We are not trapped in a room with one of our captures.
"Hello, pets, you are all probably terrified and confused. No worries I am here to give you the information you need, and then we shall begin your training," the beautiful silky female voice started.
Wait, whoa; did she just call us pets? What the fuck?
"My name is Victoria, and you are currently in The Dungeon. This place is run by myself, my mate James, and our friend Laurent. Oh, and we're vampires; yes, yes, oh my god, vampires! I know. Shut the hell up, and get over it. We are all faster, stronger, and have much more heightened senses than you fragile humans; as a result, escaping The Dungeon is impossible. If you try and leave, you will die a very slow and painful death. As I was saying, James and I run the place, and will be responsible for your training; although Laurent is involved occasionally, his usual job is to stock The Dungeon with pets," the mysterious woman continued.
Okay, so not only am I supposedly a Goddamn pet now, but fucking VAMPIRES exist? I am in some kind of freakish sex slave training facility for mythical creatures. Why can't this be a nightmare?
"The training course is one week long; we will be teaching you how to act around vampires. Not only will it keep you alive longer, but it will keep our customers happy. This is a business, so, in a way, your success represents our company. If you fail to utilize the lessons learned, and you are returned to us for any reason from your owners… well, let's just say you will be begging for death. Whoever buys you is responsible for your fate. Some vampires use their pets to feed, while others prefer them for sex; sometimes, it is even a combination of both. Pets are sometimes used as companions, while others are treated like the subspecies they truly are; they are also commonly used as housekeepers. Your job is to serve and do whatever it takes to make your Master or Mistress happy. From now on, you are to refer to me as Mistress and James and Laurent as Master. Are we clear? Answer me," Mistress Victoria commanded.
At her harsh tone, we collectively yelled, "YES, MISTRESS." The resounding boom from all the voices made me jump; there were a lot more people in here than I anticipated.
"Now, Day One will be a Deconstructing Myths course, in which you will learn the basics about vampires. The following day will be focused on basic survival tips around vampires. No, we will not be teaching you vampire weaknesses or how to kill a vampire; instead it will be an educational course about the do's and don'ts around vampires: this course is very important if you wish to live. Next, you will learn social etiquette; an example would be how to act at a vampire gathering, which you will deal with quite a lot if you are sold to a royal family. The fourth day will be a lecture on vampires and sex. The day after that will be a short lesson on personal hygiene; on that day, you will prepare your appearances for the big selling day. The sixth day will be an explanation of what will happen on selling day, and you will also be divided into groups; depending on potential classes of clients. Finally the seventh day, after which I hopefully will never have to see any of your pathetic faces ever again, you will be armed with the knowledge of what we have taught you here. My suggestion is: you had better use it," Mistress Victoria explained in a bored tone.
"Lastly, but not least, during your spare time here, you will be locked away with your cell mates. We feed you three meals a day, and that's it. If you get bored it's not my fucking problem; this isn't Disneyland. So, without further adieu, please form a single file line in front of me; on your way out, you will be given black jump suits," Mistress Victoria ordered. Turning slightly, she then pushed a button on the wall that, somehow, released our bindings from the ground.
Getting up, everyone formed a line in haste for fear of pissing off the Mistress. Although this idea for my future didn't appeal to me, I decided to follow along, for my apparent safety. I'm not scared to admit… Mistress scares the shit out of me. Looking around, I found that there were at the very least several dozen, if not near-to a hundred, people here; it looked like a pretty even split between males and females. I'd guess that the age range here was somewhere between 18 and 25. Just like that Ad. From what I could see, everyone looked like they dreaded what was to come; everyone except for a short blue-eyed girl with short spiky black hair. She kind of looks like a demented pixie… so long as Pixies are as real as these Vampires are supposed to be. The girl was beaming, freakishly so; she was bouncing around, with a big dumb smile on her face… as if she had won the lottery. Seriously, how fucked up does your human life have to be where you'd actually be excited for this shit.
When I was close to the front of the line I finally took notice of the Mistress: she was probably around six feet tall, had light grey eyes, and long curly, fiery red hair that was parted straight down the middle. Usually, I think middle parts look stupid… but, this woman looked like she wasn't one to be messed with. She had orange freckles that dusted her nose, which gave her a brief appearance of innocence; but once her eyes turned on me to hand me my jump suit, innocence went right out the door.
"Hold it," Mistress commanded. She ran her cool fingers from the apple of my cheek to my belly button, causing me to shiver for an entirely different reason than I had before. Staring deep into my eyes, she gave me a smile that, before I'd felt only fit forty year old pedophiles, and cooed at me, "I will make a pretty penny off of you, dear boy."
A violent shudder ran through my body at the predator that was plainly visible in her eyes, and then, Thank Fuck, she broke eye contact, and pushed me forward to continue on following the rest of the people leaving the room. Fuck! I wasn't stupid; I knew that being singled out in a situation like this would not work in my favor.
Once I entered the new room, I saw a sign on the whiteboard that read: "Take a seat pets" in elegant script. I saw others of my "kind" sitting, so I took a seat in the middle of the group: which was my meager attempt at blending in. Out of nowhere, someone shot into the seat next to me making me jump in surprise; turning to my side, I came face to face with the overly-eager, obviously demented, pixie. At my look of confusion, she gave me a big toothy grin, a wink, and then she turned to face the front; like a typical Teacher's Pet, I thought. Rolling my eyes, I gave a quick shake of my head and turned to face the front too; for such a large crowd of people the room was dead silent. Guess I'm not the only one scared shitless. When the last person entered, we all sat… waiting for what was to come.
Suddenly, a man dropped from the ceiling; he landed gracefully on his feet, and raised his head to face the class. He was a handsome fellow, but not exactly my type; aside from those piercing red eyes, I am not a fan of pony tails on a dude. It took a moment before what I'd observed registered, WAIT! WHAT, RED FUCKING EYES! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON! Looking around the classroom with a mischievous smirk, he finally spoke in a roughly hot, sexy voice,
"What's up, Mother Fuckers? I'm Master James, and I will be teaching you the vampire basics."
A/N: So what do you think of the rewrite? There's more information than the original had. My beta pretty much kicks ass. R&R please :)
(Translation : That's it; sleep, my boy. Enjoy your last moments of peace.)
Yeah those were Bob Marley songs not mine. I used Buffalo Soldier and Three Little Birds. I used them because it kind of reminded me of the movie I Am Legend where Will Smith's character plays Bob Marley right when the freaky mutated zombie people emerge in the night. So yeah, that's why I chose Bob Marley.