CAMP BURRELL

"There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action"

- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe -

Witches...werewolves...even fairies!

...but humans?

Fucking humans?

I suppose it just shows that you should never underestimate your inferiors. This is what I should've learnt through the past revolutions I had been through. The french should've taught me that.

At first I was impressed but now - now I was angry.

The plan made sense in the beginning - simply go in and get Pam out but I seemed to have underestimated the humans. Going through the halls, I was surprised with how many vampires were trapped and the extent to their experiments. None of which had made an attempt on retaliating or escaping.

My state of admiration and somewhat respect that was ignited, soon worn off when I felt the human's hand push me forwards. This was followed by his aggravating attempt at scaring me. "Get in there" he ordered and I bared my fangs at him, causing him to stumble back.

Regardless, I played along and entered. The door then closed behind me but the one before me slid up, revealing a large white circular room.

Down on the floor were four red x's marking the glossy white laminated flooring. All equally spaced and perfectly aligned from the silver air vent in the middle. The ceiling had a large opening and several circular openings - all too which were closed. White plaster walls were bordered with what I could safely presume would be pure silver but there was also a large screen. That meant that whatever was going to happen in this room would be observed.

It was a test - an experiment.

Very well.

I shall play your petty game, humans.

Apparently, I had opponents as the other doors slid up to reveal three other vampires. One dark haired girl with hardened features but fearful eyes. Two other males - one who had a look of confusion that fell into fear when he met my gaze. The other simply scanned his surroundings, growing apprehensive with each second that passed.

Flickering my eyes down onto the floors again, I put the pieces together and calmly walked towards one of the red crosses.

The other vampires took this as a sense of direction and mindlessly followed what I did.

We silently waited but this only lasted for a few seconds before one of the vents above opened, and three blue balls fell down, bouncing along the floor before settling down.

What game had they planned?

Taking lead once again, I slowly walked over to the ball nearest me and picked it up. In response to this, the girl rushed to one, warily glancing towards me and then to the two men who fought for the next one.

However, the last one was left without one and the humans showed the true intention when a guard appeared from above. A gun set in place as they fired a shot and the vampire at lost, crumpled onto the ground, immobilised with whatever bullets they used.

Mostly likely UV bullets.

Realisation hit me, crashing onto my rage, causing my fangs to extend on instinct and a growl to leave me. Frantic eyes searched above as we all came to terms with the idea of being presented by a competition.

Six openings - six guards. All with a perfect angle and were able to cover each inch of the room. They would all be able to catch us and leave us with no room to escape.

My observation was interrupted when they dropped the balls again and this time, I whipped out to catch one before it could hit the ground. The girl in pink already caught hers but the other male was too late. He ended up facing a similar fate of being crippled by the shot.

I turned back to my last opponent and almost felt sympathy.

There was no way that even she could defeat me but she still wore a mask of concentration and a challenging gaze.

We walked around to the crosses, now facing each other and I smirked, playfully, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins, awakening my primal excitement.

The girl now faced the ceiling, waiting for the ball but didn't anticipate the two smaller doors to be opened, revealing a sniper of some kind. Most likely cartering the same bullets.

With ease and assurance, I blurred over and picked up the gun, setting it up in a split second.

She was down before she could even pull the trigger.

I stared at the screen, making sure that they knew, I knew they were there.

Well played humans...

Their frightened eyes darted towards the nonsensical number 1 on my new uniform. Apparently the

Usually, fear was something I indulged in but I was slowly losing patience with their cowering forms.

"Do any of you know of a vampire that goes by name Pamela Swynford De Beaufort?" I asked, not caring that the guards above us were listening into the conversation.

When I was met with no reply, I whipped out and grabbed the first vampire I could find.

He was a 3.

"Do y-"

Wonderful - he was crying.

Knowing that I got all I could from him, I released my grasp on him and pushed him away from me in disgust. When he collapsed on the floor, he gasped and clambered backwards, distancing himself.

"Does anyone know where my friend Pam is?" I growled, searching the room and only becoming more enraged when they too ran away from me.

Releasing a relenting sigh, I sat on the closest table that had been emptied by my presence.

I'm sure she was fine.

What could the humans do to Pam really?

The woman was tougher than nails and I'm sure she could take care of herself. She would hate to think that I was thinking of her as anything but strong.

Nonetheless, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of sick experiment they had her going through.

"Guards!" I called out to them and the two idiots stopped laughing. Their heartbeats increasing pace and their breaths hitched as they whipped around to me. The guns in their hands now pointed at me but I could detect the trembling hold they had on them. One growl and the guns would slip from their fingers. "I want to see my fr-"

"Females and males are separated" the braver one answered but his voice still wavered.

I was about to sit back down but whirled around at the sound of heels clacking along the metal.

My eyes were met with a blonde woman, dressed in a red suit and black heels. Her back was turned to me as she whispered to the guards. "We want Eric Northman" she said quietly but the voice already sounded familiar.

Rather than waiting for a reply, she spun back around and I caught a glimpse of her face. It was more than enough to tell me that it was the pastor's wife - the woman from the Fellowship of the Church.

A growl rumbled in my chest as I was assaulted with memories I had tried to discard.

She caught my feral eyes and had the audacity and smile and wave her fingers at me.

I will enjoy killing her.

My thoughts were distracted by the sound of the small elevator arriving and opening up for me. "Eric Northman, Number 1" the guard called out to me and pointed the gun, gesturing towards the elevator.

I forced a smile and calmly walked into the elevator. My eyes fell onto the vampires warily staring at me as they moved back to the seats they had abandoned.

At that point, I did not care.

Perhaps, I would find Pam quicker than I thought.

I was taken into another white room. However, this time were no crosses - no markings. Instead, it was a simple flooring with fluorescent lighting but it was enough to weaken me by a fraction.

After having no sleep and feeling the warmth of the sun beat against the thin layer of material, the bleeds had already began.

Now, I was left frustrated, angry and tired.

Not a good combination.

Nonetheless, I would not let them think I was weak and I knew that I could easily finish whatever challenge they had prepared for me.

"The Governor" an unfamiliar voice introduced, lightening my mood.

I whirled my head around to the glass wall, wishing I could stare into his eyes and watch him quake in his boots. "Ooh, the governor" I smiled half-heartedly. "How nice to hear from you again" I taunted, knowing that it would aggravate him further to not have me frightened.

Maybe we would be released closer than I thought.

"My daughter is back" he stated in a tightened tone. "Know anything about that" he spat.

"Hmmm..." I patted my cheek coyly but stopped. My eyes now glared at the glass once again as I said. "Erm, fuck you"

"No no - fuck you" he argued with a weak and pathetic, wavering human voice. "Fuck you for killing my angel and making me bring her here with the likes of you"

My amusement was short-lived as I was hit with shock. "You brought her here - into this camp" I gritted through clenched teeth.

He laughed over the line. "What'd you think? That I'd magically give up all my hard work and set you bloodsuckers free?" he chuckled again but it was dry and forced.

"You're own daughter?" I gasped, clenching my fists and pressing them to my sides as I fought off the urge to punch through the glass and pull him out.

And they called us monsters?

Well yes, we were...but they were still hypocrites.

"Now, cue the stake" the all too familiar, sickeningly sweet voice of the pastor's wife called over the line.

I shrugged my off my rage and followed the sound. Another small door was opened to reveal a stake. Unlike the usual, this one was longer and thinner but would do perfectly fine. "Very well governor" I relented and walked over to pick it up. "Give me someone to kill" I waved the stake around but settled on pointing it at the screen again.

"I'm sure you'll like this one" she spoke again, "Cue the blonde" she added and I frowned at the words.

Just as I feared, the doors opened to reveal...Pam.

The irony of this moment.

"Go on Pam, show me just how little he means to you" another unfamiliar gruff voice said.

I stared at my progeny, my child.

She too had the bleeds, though hers were worse and the blood was caked in her hair. Something that she was probably hating. However, I knew that she would be hating the fact that she was dressed in the same clothes as yesterday.

Her face was expressionless and her eyes were blank, making it difficult to know what she was thinking.

I knew what they were doing.

The governor hoped to take away my daughter as revenge for taking his away.

"Ain't you seen gladiator? Fucking fight" she growled over the line with a chain desperation tainting her tone.

Pam finally disregarded the mask and revealed a coldness and eyes that silently burned. Her posture grew rigid and her shoulders were now taut as she pursed her lips.

I gripped my stake, washing as she had matched my movement. I then twirled it around my fingers and discreetly looked up in search of any openings that would count as a threat.

Thankfully, I found none.

We were both in the air now, a foot from the ground and our eyes were locked onto each others. Our hands now raised with the stakes firmly in our hands.

Understanding in her once frosty stare and without warning, we threw our stakes. Both cut through the tension and flew, faster than any bullet as they cracked through the screen.

The audacity to think that. Would ever hurt my progeny or she would try to kill me?

After hearing the governor's confession, I realised that maybe a vampire's relationship with their progeny is deeper and stronger than any human feelings they share.

Just to think that he had given up his daughter?

Two groans came from the other side of the glass and I smiled, hoping that it was the governor...or the pastor's wife. Or maybe both.

Before I could help it, guards emerged and pulled Pam away. However, we had enough time to send each other another silent message.

A small nod of assurance was enough for her to understand.

When the door closed after her, I calmly strode over to the glass and looked through the hole.

More riddles were answered as I looked at the spineless creature and disgrace to our kind, that was an old acquaintance. I should've known he would have known about this.

"I see you Steve Newlin" I whispered, my lips curling into a wicked smile. When he cowered with a whimper, I scoffed but silently promised that once I was freed, Steve Newlin would never see past these walls again.

With that being decided, I then walked around the room, calmly pacing as I glanced towards the glass. "Disappointed governor?" I teased.

Any other taunting words were silenced as all I could manage was a growl when. Felt the hot, searing pain of a UV bullet sinking into my flesh and probably hitting my lung.

A guttural growl left me as I gashed my teeth and hissed at the next shot fired. This time, it hit my left knee, causing me to buckle over and bend onto the hard ground.

"Wait" the governor's voice came from the intercom, surprising me further when he added. "Stop. Not yet"

Now, that was his first mistake.

A/N: Would you like me to continue?

If yes, we have Bella coming in the next chapter.

Question: Do you not think Season 6 would be better if Godric had been involved?