Disclaimer: I don't own anything I've mentioned in this fic. Characters are not mine and most things named are not mine. Mentions of JR Ward, J.K Rowling, P.C and Kristin Cast, Stephenie Meyer, Charlaine Harris and Christine Feehan's work/characters. I don't own these and I am obviously not making profit – it is only for fun. Some things I have made up, some things I have used from books but I want to make it clear I don't own them.

MUST READ BEFORE FIC:

I have mentions of Characters not included within the Twilight Series but it is not a cross over, it is still a Twilight based pairing however there maybe cross pairings later one.

This fic has strong language and violence which people may not like.

I am sorry if any language or terms or actions within this fic either upset or offend anybody reading – they are not my main thoughts just views I have given the characters.

Please enjoy.

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Section Six

As the alarm woke me, I banged my elbow against the wall behind me. I swore loudly, summoning my roommates from their slumbers.

My legs hung from the edge of the bed as my hands rubbed my face and ran through my hair. What day was it, Tuesday? That meant they would give us 3 slices of toast for breakfast and a cup of hot drink of our choice. I was dripping with excitement.

"Jasper, watch your mouth!" Alice screeched. I grumbled at her before stretching and cracking my spine painfully. My roommates all got out of their beds changing into their robes; bright orange does wonders to a person's complexion. No really it does, it makes you look dirty but that's their goal isn't it. They want us to be dirty because that's what they believe we are, even though we're better than them, humans.

I'm a vampire and right now I'm in a Concentration Camp full of 'supernatural' beings. About 158 years ago our kind was stumbled across by some low-level human who was able to escape the Voltori's wrath only to blab and spread word of us. Only, it went further, it spread to the Werewolves and Shifters and Fairies and Witches. We were hunted and captured, tortured and killed all for the fun of human science and now, whenever they find a vampire they bring them here.

Where's here? Under ground. Our existence is a secret to the world's public; we're just hunted by the hunters, specially chosen by the government to put us here in this shit hole. I don't know why we're placed here, I haven't lived that long. I'm a dzimis mare-ah, a born, day vampire and my vampire 'powers' only kicked in about 8 months ago, so in human years I'm 18 but in vampire years? I'm 8 months old which means I'm not even legal to have sex yet which sucks...majorly. Sex is the only outlet in this joint.

Stark pushed me back onto my bed before I could even comprehend the smell of food. Stark...Stark is a Luna, a marked vampire by the Goddess Nyx with a crescent shaped moon on his forehead. Luna's think they're better than the other vampires as they are the 'chosen' ones, chosen by Nyx to show us the way and lead to victory against the human race. Yeah what a load of bull shit. Alice however is a nihta, a night vampire. Obviously she can only step outside in the night time. I'm not sure if she's a dzimis nihta or ictus nihta, a bitten night vampire, we've never really discussed it.

I growled deep in my throat and flipped him off, "Fuck you Stark!" His tattooed face smirked, he was older than me in vampire years, whether he was a dzimis or ictus, it didn't matter, he was over 60 years old in human years meaning he was older than me by a long shot.

"Shut your mouth, kid," he snarled. I snarled back, "Why don't you Luna," I spat. He suddenly got in my face, his chest against mine with his hands digging into my biceps. "At least I was chosen dzimis. I was chosen by Nyx which is more than I can say for you!" I laughed, making his fingers dig deeper, "Nyx? If there was a Goddess don't you think she would have saved us Stark? Don't you think this would be over?! Oh wait, no. We're supposed to find the right path but how do we do that Stark? Listening to you talk this bull about how we fight back?" He glared into my eyes, sending hatred down my spine.

"We have fought back Stark and you fucking know it, you were there fighting and look where it's brought you! In a camp where we're tested on, where we're tortured for human immortality and strength, so they can fight wars and win! We've lost Stark, so give the whole 'the Goddess Nyx will save us' crap a rest."

Our eye contact was immense; the tension in the cell was as thick as blood. He released me and turned towards the bared door, waiting for the guard to enter and usher us to breakfast. I rolled my eyes, turning to my other roommates.

There were seven of us in this cell but we had eight beds, I suspected we'd have a new person arrive, fairly soon too. I glanced at Jason, he looked fucking stoned. He smelt fucking stoned too. Great, because he's smoking weed, we get in trouble. Selfish fucking ictus Were-panther. He was bitten a few years back by his sister's ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend, who his sister killed or something like that, it was some inbred bullshit.

"Stop staring at me queer," he growled. "Bite me, kitty." A hiss escaped his lips as he pushed past me to Stark. I'm sure they're fuck buddies. I sighed; no one in this cell liked me. Alice thought I was rude and ignorant, even though when one of the guards roughed her up, I told him where to shove it – I was never thanked. Stark and Jason despised me, maybe I was seen as a threat or something, yeah an 8 months old vampire against an old geezer and an overgrown kitty cat, I stood a total chance.

Edward wasn't too keen on me either. He had a 'thing' for Jason and because he thinks I'm a fuck tard; he suddenly thinks I'm a fuck tard too. He deserves him, he's a vain, selfish ictus vampire but the funny thing is that he can only go outside during the day if it isn't sunny, it's because he's a knob and should be strapped to a wooden pole and burnt alive. No, I'm kidding, he can't go out in the sun because the pigments in his skin reflect the light, making him 'sparkle' like some diamond ring – talk about a pansy. Yeah, he's the 'traditional' vampire, wait no Alice is because she'll fry like a sunny side up!

I started at the wall, deep in thought. I hoped that the next poor sod brought here would talk to me, it'd make things easier for me, I know, I'm being hypocritical and all but I'm allowed, I've been in this shit whole longer than those guys, even longer than Stark, even longer than Luna.

Luna's a witch, a good witch. She only practices light magic, but then again, only the 'light' supernats are brought here, they'd have no hope controlling the 'dark' ones. Luna was okay I guess, she never offended me or called me names, she just kept herself to herself talking about weird creatures no one had ever heard of, not even the guards. She was from England, much like Alice. The most difficult thing with Luna was...if you yelled her name in public, like in the eating area, a fight would erupt, all the Luna vamps would think you're calling them. Cause their all big headed.

The barred door slid open, revealing two guards, both vampires. Our kind has double standards, much like humans. These guards are dzimis, I don't care about anything else since they're our warriors...or were our warriors, the warriors supposed to lead and protect our race, only to turn us in and make a profit – Mafia much?

My cellmates stormed out as ordered, all except me and Eric.

"C'mon, get your asses in gear and get the fuck out of here!" The blonde guard boomed. He could've been a film star with his big, bulging muscles and handsome bone structure. I turned to Eric, who was laid on his bottom bunk, staring at the upper bed's mattress with his arms under his head. That douche was always too relaxed.

"You, goldilocks, get your fucking ass off that bed and into the hall now before I make you!" As if by magic, Eric jumped from the bed, zooming past me into the hall behind the others. "And you, kiddo, get moving." I bowed my head and moved like I was told; I was in no mood to get a spanking.

In lines we marched, like the prisoners we were. Our legs stomping in rhythm and our heads tucked low. I was tempted to add a song; you know that one on Pirates of the Caribbean where that kid is holding that coin and saying 'something something die'? Yeah I wanted to burst into that song, just to lighten to mood...slightly or maybe Food Glorious Food from Oliver, yeah that's an awesome song.

The chatter in the room was low with whispers scurrying around the hall, their echoes bouncing off the walls hitting your skull head on. It smelt of bleach and Pork, yum. I could practically feel the bile rise to my throat, burning the back of my tongue. The line was moving fast, the toast was given quickly. It was hard and cold with a slap of butter in the middle and the drinks...I had Tea, with 3 sugars, no milk. The milk is always off here...maybe it's extracted from Were-cats or shifters which would be totally disgusting and the mere thought was making me want to gip.

I sat an empty table. Most people didn't want to speak to an 8 month old vampire who hadn't even figured out his own power yet.

I nibbled on my given cardboard, my eyes wandering around the room, never lingering on a face for long just...gazing. It was almost empty. I'd been here for 14 years and I knew this routine more than them.

20 minutes passed and the prisoners were moving out, going to have their half an hour of TV for the day or going to the library to 'read' or back to their bunks to spill a bit of spunk with their cell mates. You think I'm kidding?

I stayed in my seat till there were only a few people scattered across the hall. Even then I didn't move I just stared at my crumb infested plate, twiddling my thumbs. I had nowhere to go and I had no one to see so why move? I was pretty comfortable anyway.

The sound of metal hitting metal echoed through the hall, it rang for a whole minute before ceasing suddenly. Vamp control.

I really hate being a vampire. I hate being non-human. We're treated differently, like we're not human, which we aren't but a good 80% of us were humane that's the difference. I can understand if most of our kind went out and killed humans but we don't. We don't need human blood to live, we can feed off other vampires, it just depends on a vampire's taste, also while feeding we never killed or turned someone or something into a vampire, they had to go through a whole process of being cleansed and prayer and shit and then they are bitten, but not fed on. It's then that our venom is released and freezes their organs. dzimis vampires don't drink blood to survive as we're living things, with a heartbeat and everything else but we need blood to heal and to be healthy. We have very fast metabolisms meaning when we eat food, glucose is absorbed too fast to give us the energy to heal; it is then that we need blood. We breathe in oxygen so we don't need it for that purpose.

When a human or animal is bitten and is turned into a vampire, this is what happens;

The venom freezes the enzymes in their bodies, stopping any more diffusion of oxygen or glucose within the body.

Their blood is no longer carried throughout the body.

The heart stops beating and fails as there is no oxygenated blood flowing into the heart and the deoxygenated blood is still present.

The only way an ictus vampire can live is by drinking blood, preferably mammal blood, mainly because mammals breathe in oxygen. They need the oxy-haemoglobin in their bodies so it can keep their brain alive. That's why ictus's are pale, almost translucent in skin colour as all their cells die or freeze and it's also why they don't age and why they can't reproduce, their sperm cells die or their eggs die. Scientists tried to make a man-made vampire baby, taking an egg and sperm from a vampire couple but it didn't work, the chromosomes were damaged along with the nuclei's of both sex organelles.

So being a vampire isn't all 'supernatural' it's very scientific too.

However, being a Were or shape-shifter was a totally different matter...

Rumour has it that the first shape-shifter was half human, half animal but we can't be sure. As for the Weres...well no one dares to ask.

Witches are weird, they're human mostly, some of them are vampires or Weres, even shifters but the vast majority are human. They're, whatever they are but they possess this weird sense of...magic (obviously as they cast spells and shit) but I mean you can feel it. Most Weres and shifters can smell it too; some vampires can also if they're old enough (in vamp years). I can't as I'm still a fledgling, blah.

I pushed my plate away from me before feeling and hearing my stomach growl in hunger. I was always hungry.

"Right Ladies, get your fine butts out of here before you become the meal!" I fought back a snare, I hated the fact they spoke to us like we'd done something wrong. They were one of us; 'supernatural' and they made profit from betraying us all. Complete bastards, I hope they got their throat slit. Blood inside a vampire was precious; if we got cut we would just continue to bleed out until our saliva covered the wound. Yeah, we're a lot like animals in that respect.

I stood, grabbing my plate and stood at the back of the line, queuing to put the plates on one of those spinning things that take them to the chef to clean.

While I waited, I hummed the Indiana Jones theme in my head, imagining myself jump around with a whip and hat in a jungle. How the ladies went for that, I am unsure.

My eyes wondered again, just skimming across the room until I saw the entrance hall window.

I froze.

They brought someone new in.

Without a second thought I ran up to the lit window only to find two humans in long, white lab coats and a being...I think he was a Were-wolf or Were-dog or maybe even a shifter that chose a shape of a dog or even a shifter that recently shifted into dog form, he reeked of it.

The others in the hall piled behind me, staring through the glass, seeing what poor creature they'd dragged down here.

The being was wet, his long dark hair dripped and his shabby clothes were clinging to his...well defined muscles like second skin. Woof, woof.

Only a few moments later I noticed he had silver handcuffs tied round his wrists and ankles. His was definitely a Were or shifter, silver is a bitch to them.

The cuffs were probably spring loaded with silver arrows. You see, their hearts are magnetic to silver, so as soon as silver enters their blood stream, it is pulled to the heart. It them either rips through the heart, cause them to fall into Cardiac arrest or it blocks the aorta, stopping any blood getting to the body and their heart fails. Either way they're screwed.

One of the humans grabbed him by the hair, dragging him down to his knees. Making him bow, that must have ripped at his insides. The other brought a silver blade, and slashed the tanned skin which protected his left bicep. Of course, they're branding him, like we all were. Like cattle.

I heard him howl, even through the triple glazed, sound proof glass window. I winced as it pierced through my head. However, the humans' laughter cut through my like a chainsaw. The anger built in me like nothing I had felt before, my cheeks grew red and my hands clenched. I could feel my whole frame shaking in pure frustration.

With the blood knife, the human signalled the other to grab onto the non-human's hair like so, holding it out and flat. As he did the blade sliced through the delicate hair, dismembering it from the beautiful creature's scalp. I growled possessively.

His fear sliced through my soul, hitting me, making me dizzy.

I growled again, only this time he looked up, he looked at me, meeting my gaze. His eyes watered, the cocoa irises shimmering under the light.

It felt like a punch in the gut but it was so much more. The sheer force behind it knocked me backwards. My body flew across the room into the wall, the brick wobbling under my impact. It was then I realise my life was meant for so much more.

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I hope is ok, it's kinda a side project. I'm sorry if someone has written something like this before – i didn't steal it.

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