*A/N This is an odd one combining the characters of True Blood with the plot of American Horror Story: Asylum. I'm a HUGE fan of both and though it would be interesting and fun (and a little weird) to do a mash-up. I owe much of this chapter to my muse, Noelle (aka SecretsFortheUnderground). She really helped get the ball rolling, so I share all credit for this with her. As always, I don't own any of the characters; they're Alan Ball's. Also, I don't own anything Asylum related, either. That belongs to Ryan Murphy. And, I'm not going to gain a cent from this and did this purely for entertainment reasons so please don't' sue me y'all. Does that cover it? Whew. That was a long author's note! Hope you enjoy it! Leave a review if you like it or think it sucks and it'll make me happy :D
Pamela Swynford DeBeaufort drove up to the gates of the Briar Cliff Asylum for the criminally insane. She was there under the ruse of writing about the institution's bakery, but was secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of the serial killer, Bloody Face, also known as Eric Northman. She wanted to know what made him tick. She wanted to understand what made him do the horrible things he did. She hoped that she would be permitted to speak with him.
Eric looked out the window of the truck driving him to his new home for the moment, the Briar Cliff Asylum. He had been accused of killing his wife, Nora, and three other women. Nora; the wife that had cheated on him with another woman; the wife that had toyed with and hurt him more than anyone or anything since his older brother Godric had passed away. She may have done horrible things to him, but he could say with a clear mind and heart that he hadn't killed her or anyone else. He was being framed, and he had no idea why, but everyone assumed that he was Bloody Face. And now, pending a psychiatric evaluation, he would either live out his remaining days in a nut house, or face the electric chair. He wasn't entirely sure what the better option was.
Pam exited her car and walked towards the entrance of the asylum. She paused at the bottom of the stairs to take it all in. She nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt someone tap her on the shoulder and exclaim "PLAY WITH ME".
Pam quickly turned around to see a pinheaded creature holding a rose. She smiled and took it from her just as a young nun came up to the girl.
"No Tara. Leave the lady alone." Pam was upset by Tara's cruel treatment.
"It's alright." Pam replied. "She was just trying to make friends."
The young nun scoffed. "There's nothing innocent about her. She drowned her sister's baby and cut his ears off." Tara's eyes grew wide. "You must be the reporter." The young nun continued. "Come with me. I'll take you to see Sister Reynolds."
Eric's brain was reeling; how and why would someone do this to him? He knew people were cruel, but he had no enemies. As much as his wife had hurt him he still loved her. He tried to think back on the days preceding Nora's murder. He was going to leave her and start over; maybe find someone to settle down with and have a family. Now he was trapped forever, though living out his days at Briar Cliff was beginning to seem like a better option than frying in the electric chair.
The young nun ushered Pam into Sister Reynolds' office. Pam was appalled to see Sister Reynolds shaving the head of a patient. "Sister Reynolds this is Pamela-" the young nun said before she was cut off by Sister Reynolds.
"Haven't I always told you to knock, Sister Ginger?"
Ginger looked terrified. "I'm sorry."
Sister Reynolds looked pained. "Fine. Jessica, you can go now."
She turned to Pam. "Reporter are you? Here to do a story on the bakery?"
Pam was instantly intimidated by this woman. "Yes. I think you do great things with it. I toast the raisin bread for my breakfast every morning."
Sister Reynolds looked unamused. "Your name?"
Pam swallowed. "Pamela Swynford DeBeaufort."
Sister Reynolds scoffed. "I knew you were an atheist the second you walked in here." Ginger ran back in and whispered loudly into Sister Reynolds' ear. "I'm sorry I didn't knock but you told me to tell you the minute he"
Pam cut her off. "Bloody Face? He's HERE? PLEASE let me interview him!"
When Eric pulled up to the place he looked around and sighed. "Maybe death was the better option." he whispered to himself before being thrust out of the truck and chained up once more. He fought for a moment before the sunlight began to blind him; it was as if everything was going in slow motion. After his eyes adjusted and he was being dragged up the stairs, he noticed everyone staring at him but one woman in particular caught his attention. She was stunning with an air of fear and curiosity. He noticed the pen and paper in her hands…of course she would be a fucking reporter; so much for seeing that beauty ever day.
As Pam stood on the stairs watching the killer known as Bloody Face being escorted in by the armed guards, she felt an odd attraction towards him. He was certainly more attractive than any other serial killer she had ever seen. She wondered what had driven this magnificent specimen of masculinity into murdering his wife and three other women. She found herself feeling guilty and disturbed at her attraction. She had Alcide at home, after all, and he was about as close to perfect as a man could get. But yet, here she stood; getting butterflies in her tummy over a serial killer named Eric Northman.
Their moment was ruined when Eric stumbled and was hit by one of the guards. He growled in a mix of pain and anger. These people were going to pay when he could prove he was innocent; he just needed to find a way to prove it. "Maybe the hot reporter could help you out" the annoying voice in the back of his head thought. He cursed to himself and was brought inside and shoved into a large office. He could only assume it belonged to the person who ran the place. The sister started talking about repenting and doing the world a service. Eric sighed and tuned the sound of her thick Bostonian accent out. "Freedom will be that much sweeter." He chanted internally. As he was being escorted out, he saw the reporter again. "Hey, Sweets; you can tell the world that I am innocent; I have been framed!" He said as they yanked him away.
Pamela was startled and a little excited that Eric had called her Sweets. She was fairly certain that he was guilty and she wasn't going to falsely write an article declaring him innocent unless he was proven to be so. Sister Reynolds came into view.
"I think it's time for you to go, Miss DeBeaufort."
Pam was dejected. "I didn't get my story yet! Can I come back another day?"
Sister Reynolds gave her a dead serious look. "I don't think so."
Pam left the asylum upset; no story for her. She would be forced to write the cooking column forever. She couldn't wait to get home to Alcide's loving arms and let him comfort her.
Pam paced back and forth in her dining room that night as Alcide picked at his dinner.
"They actually PAY you to write the cooking column?" He asked with a smirk.
"Why do you think I never eat my cooking?" She replied, grinning at him.
He pulled her into his lap. "I'm glad you're talented at other things."
"Oh?" Pam asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Such as?"
"I love your kisses." He said nuzzling her neck and running his rough hands along her sides. "I love everything that you do with your mouth actually."
"I'm glad you do…" Pam said with a smile. "Because my mouth is about to start working…" Alcide's eyes grew wide. "Into a rant." Pam continued.
Hiding his disappointment at her teasing, Alcide brushed the hair away from her face. "Tell me all about it, baby."
"I know I could write the story of my life if I could just get five minutes alone with Eric Northman." Pam said looking away. "But that awful Sister Reynolds isn't going to let me anywhere near him."
"Well what are you going to do about that?" Alcide asked as he caressed her delicate face.
Pam thought for a moment. "I'm going to have to sneak in."
Alcide sighed. "That's dangerous, honey. I won't let you go alone."
Pam leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Alcide… as long as I have your love, then that's all that I need. I'm not going to let you get dragged into this , too." She raised herself from his lap and walked to put her coat on.
:Alcide looked at her and smiled. "Be careful, baby. Go get your story."
Pam looked at him and grinned. "I've got this." She said as she turned and walked out the door.
Pam parked her car about a quarter mile away from Briar Cliff and walked the rest of the way. Slipping her petite frame through the iron bars of the gate hadn't been too difficult. There was no one on guard there at night; which made things easier. She slipped towards the back entrance of the asylum and saw Sister Ginger tossing something that looked like meat out. She went up and whispered behind her.
"And just what are you doing out here at night, Sister"
Sister Ginger looked scared and confused. "Hurry! We have to get inside "She said grabbing Pam's hand and dragging her behind her.
Surprised at her actions, Pam followed the ditzy nun to her secret entrance of the asylum. "Give me five minutes alone with Eric Northman, and I won't tell Sister Horrible what you've been doing." Pam told Ginger, hoping blackmail would work.
Ginger once again looked confused, which seemed to be the norm for her. "Alright." She agreed. "Five minutes… then you have to leave."
Ginger took Pam's hand again and dragged her through the various corridors and hallways of the institution, trying to ignore the various cat calls being directed their way. When one of them flung semen towards Ginger, hitting her in the face, Ginger scampered away and Pamela found herself alone. She headed towards what she hoped were the solitary cells. Finally she reached one and whispered "Mr. Northman?" before a sharp pain shot through the back of her head and everything faded to black.
"What happened to me?" Pam asked as she woke up strapped down to a bed with a halo on her head.
"You had an accident." Sister Reynolds' voice replied.
"How long will I be here?" Pam asked through her drug induced hazed.
"Oh forever." Sister Reynolds replied with a grin. "Someone murdered your boyfriend, Alcide Herveaux, before you broke into my institution and all signs point to you."
Pam screamed. "SOMEBODY KILLED ALCIDE? SOMEBODY KILLED ALCIDE?" She felt like she was going to drown in her tears. "It wasn't me. I have to find out who did it."
Sister Reynolds laughed. "Tough titty, Pammy Banana. That's what they ALL say." She turned and exited the room. If Pam weren't strapped down to the bed, she would have jumped out of it and strangled her.
"Come back here you bitch!" She yelled.
Eric sat in the day room looking out the window going over the last few days in his head. Why did this have to happen to him? They were sending some shrink to come see him and decide whether he was nuts or not. His innocence was the only thing helping him cling to his sanity in this place. He looked up when the doors opened and he saw the beautiful reporter he saw the day he was interned in this hell hole. Why was she dressed like a resident here unless... no! She couldn't be, could she? When she sat down she looked around terrified and he slunk to her side and took her pen and paper. "You will get caned for this if they see it." he said as a guard walked past them."I am Eric, Eric Northman. But you knew that didn't you... What's your name?"
Pam looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm Pamela DeBeaufort and now I'm one of you. I tried to break into this place so that I could talk with you and somehow I fell and hit my head. I woke up strapped to a bed and Sister Reynolds informed me that someone had murdered my boyfriend, and that I was the most likely suspect. It wasn't me though. I was here the whole time." She sobbed. "Could I have a cigarette?"
Eric passed her a cigarette and shook his head. "Welcome to the club. I guess you know that they think that I murdered my wife and three other women. I was working the whole night at my shop though, but no one believes me because I was alone. Welcome to Briar Cliff."
"Did you really not kill them?" Pam asked. "I know what it's like to be falsely accused. We have to get out of here. And I think I know a way."
