A/N: And this is the next chapter also uploaded so soon courtesy of Phoenixsbirdsofflame for giving me the motivation I needed.

Sam knocked on the door of his brother's room impatiently, "Come on, Dean!" he shouted for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, "It's the launch today!"

Giving up waiting, he barged through the door. Immediately regretting not waiting, he stuttered, "Uhhh, I… I'm gonna leave now," while blushing beet red, leaving a smirking Dean and an embarrassed Elena to get dressed.

Sherlock groaned, he hadn't gotten any sleep last night and though that was usual for him he did try to get some sleep as John had so delicately pointed out, 'Sherlock, in 24 hours you won't have to sleep and probably won't be able to, but for Christ's sake get some bloody rest now!'. So he had tried but ended up having nightmares about stupidly handsome vampires with unforgettable blue eyes instead. Wandering down to breakfast, he saw John and the others eating as much as they could. Dean and Elena were sat apart looking insanely awkward, Meredith and Sam kept throwing 'subtle' glances at each other and John was happily eating oblivious to everything around him.

"Welcome, tributes your count down to the 100th Annual Hunger Games starts now, 60"

John took a deep breath, he didn't want to panic, he couldn't panic, so he kept his breathing even and promised himself that he would not have a panic attack.

"50"

Sherlock knew the plan but what they hadn't anticipated was that Damon and Stefan would already be in the Arena when the tributes were 'launched'. No doubt they were there to add to the blood bath.

"40"

Damn vampires! Why were they already in the Arena? Dean was supposed to go straight to the centre of the Cornucopia, grab weapons then go to where John and Sherlock would be waiting, hoping it's what the others would do he decided to stick to the plan.

"30"

Sam swore under his breath, Damon smirked and Sam realised the vampire could hear him. To try and confuse him Sam repeated under his breath, "Grab supplies, go south". Knowing Dean would follow the plan and hoping the others would too, Sam steadied himself.

"20"

Elena breathed deeply and shared a look with Meredith, years of hunting together let the other know they were sticking to the plan.

"10"

Damon had already told Stefan just to sit back and watch the blood bath and he knew his brother would follow him if necessary. They were going to let the strange group live, even protect them if it came to that, just to see the fight at the end. The younger of the Winchesters was muttering under his breath and Damon knew he was only trying to confuse him, so he merely ignored him.

"9"

John and Sherlock would stick to the plan,

"8"

Dean and Sam would stick to the plan,

"7"

Elena and Meredith would stick to the plan,

"6"

Damon and Stefan would stick to their plan,

"5,4,3,2,1, GO!"

John raced forward grabbed a small orange rucksack, aligned himself north and ran. Sherlock took a knife, some sheet plastic and a bag.

Dean and Sam raced to the middle where they met Elena and Meredith, they all grabbed as many weapons as they could carry while watching each other's backs. Each took a large rucksack and headed north.

Damon watched as the hunters and their little group took supplies and ran north, then he turned his attention back to the Cornucopia. Knowing the people in the Capitol were probably baying for blood and there was very little at the minute, he decided to speed up the process and began to stalk towards the centre of the Arena motioning to Stefan to do the same.

Stopping just inside the tree line to the north, the alliance of six watched as the two vampires turned what was nicknamed the 'blood bath' into a literal vampire all you can eat buffet. Both tributes from 7,9,10 and 13 were drained of their blood or had their necks snapped while the male tribute from 5 had tried to stab Damon, succeeded, only to have a pissed off vampire rip out his heart.

John said, "We should get moving," and the others agreed as Damon turned to face where they were hiding and began to walk towards them, slowly, like a panther stalking its prey.

After they had gone through their supplies; a water skin each (empty of course), three sleeping bags, a rucksack each, water sanitizing tablets and enough food to last the group a week if they were careful with it, the group went up into the trees to sleep agreeing it was safer. Dean and Elena took the first watch with Meredith and Sherlock taking the second and Sam and John taking the one just before dawn.

Damon watched the group check their supplies; decide who was taking the first watch and the rest climb into the trees with a smirk. Yes, it would be fun to see this group fight it out at the end. He used vamp speed to get back to where Stefan was waiting and they sat under a tree and watched the skies. 12 tributes had died in the blood bath today, 9 by the brothers and 3 had been killed by each other. Only 14 left in the game. There were two alliances, six people on each side and 2 individuals. Things were already interesting and it hadn't even been a day in the Arena yet.

Sherlock was patrolling on his shift when he heard a pained cry. Without thinking, he took off towards the noise.

(A/N: I was going to leave it there but… I haven't updated in so long I don't think I have the right to leave it on a cliff-hanger at the minute…)

Sherlock reached a clearing in the wooded area to find Bonnie, the sister from 4, with her hands outstretched towards the black haired vampire he had had nightmares about the previous night. However, the vampire wasn't all smirks and sarcastic remarks, this time he was screaming in pain on his knees. Sherlock saw Bonnie raise the stake in her hand and, well, he wouldn't say panicked because Sherlock Holmes does not do panicking but he felt terror for the first time ever. Impulsively, Sherlock drew the sword at his waist and cut her head clean off.

Damon immediately vamp sped to the other side of the clearing as soon as the excruciating pressure in his head had stopped, only for his vision to clear to see the consulting detective standing over the witch's headless corpse.

"You!"

"Me?"

"Why?"

"I don't know, Damon. I just couldn't let her hurt you."

"You barely know me and you risked yourself for me?" the vampire was confused, but before he could ask any more questions, Sherlock saw that the vampire was paler than usual and realising why, he immediately he brought his sword down and made a large gash in his wrist. The vampire's head shot and he sped over until he was standing almost nose to nose with Sherlock,

"What the hell are you doing?!" the vampire hissed angrily, blue eyes glinting in the artificial moonlight of the arena. Sherlock looked at his wrist before angling it towards Damon,

"You're hurt, you need to feed" Sherlock gasped as the vampire's fangs slipped into his wrist without further protest. After the initial pain, Sherlock was surprised to find that pleasure like he hadn't felt before was spreading out from the place where his life's essence was draining from him. After a couple of minutes, the vampire pulled away and Sherlock was in awe of his true face. Veins crawled beneath his eyes spreading over his cheeks, the whites of those eyes had turned a bloody red causing the blue to look even bluer and fangs perfectly shaped for slicing through human skin had slipped out from his gums, and then his vampiric face faded away leaving Sherlock staring into his eyes.

Cool lips on his mixed with the tangy metallic taste of his own blood suddenly registered in Sherlock's brain, then the lips were by his ear,

"Thank you," they whispered, "I owe you one," then much to Sherlock's disappointment, the vampire moved away.

Damon's tongue darted out to collect the extra drops of his blood that had gathered on his lips, staining them, smirking slightly, he mock saluted Sherlock and disappeared with vampire speed leaving Sherlock in awe and with an uncomfortable problem between his legs.

As Sherlock walked back towards the camp, he realised that the cut he had made to feed the vampire wasn't hurting at all. Looking down, he saw there was no trace, 'Damon healed me', he realised at the same time he realised that the blue eyed vampire had more effect on Sherlock than he would have liked. Damon had his mind stumbling and reeling to catch up leaving Sherlock with feelings he did not like.

A/N: So.. next chapter is what happens when Sherlock comes back to camp then some more days in the arena. I guess the pairings are pretty obvious now except for 1 who haven't even met yet soo.. maybe next chapter ;) Thanks for reading!