Author's Note: Okay, so I know I'm probably not alone in saying that the final season of True Blood left much to be desired, so I thought I would share what I think the final season should have been about. Canon from seasons 1-6 apply to my story, but anything that happened in Season 7 does not apply. I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter One

The Party Crasher

The warmth. The rays. He had almost forgot what it felt like to just relax and bake in the sun. As a matter of fact, this was the first time Eric Northman had a chance to just relax in a long time. The sun that shone brightly in the sky was making it even better. Being a vampire, he had not been able to enjoy the sun for over 1,000 years. That is, until all this nonsense happened between the vampires and the humans. Just days prior, he wasn't even sure if he'd live to see another day, and now he was sun bathing on one of the highest, snow packed mountains in Sweden.

Eric shifted slightly in his lawn chair, his naked body illuminated with sunlight. His mind was deep in a book he had clutched in his hands. A smirk slid across his face, a smirk that would soon be lifted, for a sudden, strange sensation fell upon Eric. The warmth, it was getting more intense. Too intense.

The realization slipped over Eric, but it was all too late. He trembled as he tried to lift himself from the chair, sparks igniting from his skin. A deathly scream escaped his throat as his skin started to blacken like the darkest night. He fell too his knees, totally engulfed in a fiery inferno. This was it. He head fell forward, the weight of his body pushing through the snow. He went down. And down. And down…

6 Months Later...

Reverend Daniels smiled as he looked upon the citizens of Bon Temps, humans and vampires alike, conversing as equals in a meet-and-greet barbecue he helped organize. It was just last month that he, with the help of some other officials, had come up with a plan to help stop the Hep-V infected vampire attacks that have been plaguing the nation. Since healthy vampires needed a healthy blood supply, and humans needed protection against the infected vampires, they proposed a plan that would benefit both. The humans would offer up some of their blood to the vampires in order for protection. Since humans could be carriers of the Hep-V virus, everyone had to be tested. One drop of blood from a carrier would infect an unsuspecting vampire. At first the plan was met with some hesitation, but the turn out at the barbecue was better than Daniels had ever expected.

The party was taking place outside of Bellefleur's Bar, a bar that had just recently changed owners. The front of the bar was filled with laughter and merriment. On one side of the party, a vampire was letting a human gently feel a sharp fang, and on the other side, a group of humans were sharing their Hep V test results with a group of vampires. An outsider looking in never would have guess that the humans and vampires were just recently at war with each other. It was all working better than Reverend Daniels could had ever anticipated. His face slowly went straight as his eyes hovered across the crowd. He could see many of the familiar faces from his congregation; however, there was one face he could not find.

"Sam…" Daniels said sliding next to Sam Merlotte, the newly elected mayor of Bon Temps. "You haven't by chance seen Lettie Mae 'round, have ya?"

Sam turned around, his hand clenched firmly around a full drink. "I haven't, no. I wouldn't worry, she's probably around here somewhere, mingling. She's probably finding a vamp partner for the two of you."

"Not possible," Daniels retorted. "We had a small run in with some of the infected when we were out west last month, nothing serious, but she got a pretty good nick on her arm. Her results came back positive this afternoon."

Lettie Mae slowly took off her scarf. Her neck was now fully exposed to her daughter, her vampire daughter, Tara Thornton. Lettie May and Tara have had a turbulent relationship ever since Tara was a little girl, but it seemed like her mother might actually be trying to redeem herself. Lettie Mae had seemed like a new woman since her union with Reverend Daniels.

"Let me feed you baby… let me nourish you… to make up for all the times I left you hungry…"

Hesitation filled Tara's eyes as she slowly revealed her fangs.

"I can't…" Was all she could muster.

"Please baby… I need to do this! I need to save you…" Her mother cried, closing in on her.

Tara could hear her mother's heart beat. She could hear the very blood that once ran through her veins. Leaning down into an embrace, Tara sank her teeth into her mothers neck.

"There you go baby, I'll make you all betta'," Lettie said stroking her daughter's hair.

A young vampire named Jeremiah looked upon the unsuspecting party outside the small bar in Bon Temps. He was so lost in the sight of the crowd that he had almost forgotten about the 20 other vampires lurking in the shadows beside him. They had been studying the party from a vantage point in the forest that surrounded the bar. Hunger was etched in each and every one of their eyes. Dark, spider-like veins spread across their bodies, a tall-tell sign of exposure to Hep V.

After being infected with the Hepatitis V virus, vampires would become even more monstrous, converting to their animal-like instincts. Most vampires would only last 24-48 hours after exposure. For the short life they had left, most would move from town to town, usually in groups, eating everything and everyone in sight. This unending hunger was displayed on all the vampire's faces in Jeremiah's group, except for one…Jeremiah himself. His blue eyes wondered down to his own forearm, as he traced the dark markings that served as a reminder. He then shifted his eyes around towards his group, knowing what was about too come. They gave each other swift nods and set out toward the party…

A scream erupted out of the dense crowd. In just seconds, the outdoor party went from being a peaceful gathering to utter chaos. Arriving just moments before, Bill Compton frantically looked in all directions, trying to determine the scream's source of origin. It didn't take long. One after another, humans were getting tackled down to the ground by infected vampires.

Bill swiftly ran to a nearby human who had been pinned down and grabbed the vampire that was trapping him. He squeezed the vampire's neck tightly as it clawed at his hands. Bill was about to kill him when he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked over at another vampire wrestling an infected.

"Nobody kill them!" He screamed. "We can't risk the blood infecting us! Try to just incapacitate them if you can!"

Another voice shot through the pandemonium. "Everyone in the bar!" Sam Merlotte screamed as he held the door open for some of the wounded.

In a flash Tara appeared next to Bill, wiping her mouth clean.

"What's going on?!" She screamed.

"We are being flanked by infected!" Sam could barely finish his sentence before Tara darted off to help with the chaos.

Moments later a calm once again floated in the air as the last of the infected were shoved into the freezer in the bar's kitchen. Bill pushed the last of them onto the cold freezer floor and slammed the door shut, turning towards Sam, who was nervously watching every second.

"Is everyone okay?" Bill asked cautiously.

"We haven't found anyone yet… dead I mean..." Sam said with relief. "I'm afraid everyone will have to be tested for Hep V again though, until then I think it would be better for you guys to refrain from any feeding…"

Bill shifted his eyes towards the ground.

"God dammit Bill!" Arlene blurted out as she entered the kitchen. "You can't make my freezer a quarantine zone for those damn things!"

"They won't last long Arlene. Send everyone home, I'll clean up this mess."

Arlene slammed her hands on her waist. "You know the health inspector would be up my ass if he were to find out about this! Bill, I swear if I find any vamp goo in my freezer in the morning, it'll be your pale ass!" She flung a wash cloth she had in her hand over her shoulder and headed out the door.

Tara and Jessica bursted through the backdoor moments later, dragging someone behind them. "We got one more, Bill."

"No please, I'm not like the rest of them!" A voice screamed out. It was Jeremiah, his blue eyes shifting around the room from face to face.

"Ha-yeah, sure, you little veiny bitch," Tara said flinging him towards Bill. Jeremiah landed into Bill's grip, staring intently at Tara, as if seeing an old friend.

Bill looked down at Jeremiah, studying him intently. His eyes went from his blonde hair, down to his blue eyes, down to his thin, faded markings.

"Why are these so light?" Bill asked, tracing his finger along Jeremiah's forearm. "When were you infected?"

"It was probably two months ago," he replied.

"Impossible!"

"It's true! Look, see! I told you, I'm not like the rest of them!" Jeremiah yelled, shifting his gaze back at Tara, as if studying her.

Tara rushed to Bill's side. "You ain't gonna believe that bullshit, are you Bill?"

Bill hesitated. "Put him in with the others, we will know if he's telling the truth in the morning…"

Tara grabbed Jeremiah by the shoulder and led him towards the freezer. She opened the door and pushed him onto the floor, the other vampires looking at him attentively. Jeremiah shot a nasty grin right at Tara as she slammed the door shut. One of the infected vampires approached him.

"Did they believe you?" He asked Jeremiah.

By now Jeremiah's whole personality changed, his eyes flared with determination. Moments before he was like a wounded puppy, now he looked like the leader of the pack.

"Not exactly, they want to wait until the morning to see if I'm still alive… And one of them is infected it seems..."

The infected vampire shifted nervously. "What's going to happen when they see that non of us are dead?"

Jeremiah reached into his jacket and grasped something. "I've came too far to let something so trivial stop me now…"

The vampire across from Jeremiah looked up in horror as the realization of what he meant set in. What happened next was like a blur. Jeremiah pulled a wooden stake out from his jacket and streaked across the small room. One by one, the infected vampires exploded into a red, gory mess as he drove the stake into each one of their hearts. In a matter of seconds, Jeremiah stood there alone, surrounded by the gory debris of his peers.

"For the greater good, my friends…" He whispered.

"One more Sam?" Tara asked, weakly pushing an empty shot glass towards Sam, who quickly refilled his own glass then tended to her's. "You know, I know these shots don't do shit, but if I have enough, it's like my body can almost remember what it feels like to be off my ass." Without hesitation, Tara grabbed the glass and downed the shot. As she slammed the glass back down on the table, Sam's eyes shifted to her forearm. Light markings were starting to spread out from under her sleeve.

"Tara…" He started.

Tara turned her head and caught his lingering eyes staring at her arm. "Shit, I know Sam. I don't need no lecturing right now. Won't do me a bit of good anymore… my own damn mother…" An ironic laughter escaped her lips.

"She can't just get away with this!" Sam's eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

"Don't bother Sam, she was just trying to help me in her own fucked up way. I'm not even supposed to be sitting here across from you right now, I mean I got the whole side of my head blasted to shit. Imma just get the hell outta Dodge. There's been too much death in this town already, and I don't think anyone is ready for another drawn out funeral again. I sure as hell ain't, even if it's my own." She looked up at Sam, a fierce demeanor clouding the fear in her eyes. "Tell them I went to find Pam…"

"Tara…" Sam said reaching for her hand, to which Tara quickly withdrew.

"Bye Sam," And with that, Tara streaked out of view, leaving a distraught Sam in her wake.

Bill stayed at the bar the whole night, anticipating the next morning. His mind was racing. Could that vampire in the freezer be telling the truth? Surely not. But what if? Could he be the key to finding a cure? If his body had really fought of the infection, it could be a breakthrough. It could be the answer to the town's prayers.

Bill checked his watch, it was about 30 minutes until dawn. He looked around the empty bar, letting Jessica go back to the house only hours before. It had been enough time. He got up and quickly went towards the freezer door. He pulled the door open to a shocking sight. The freezer's floor shimmered like a sea of blood, and a lone figure sat in a fetal position in the middle. It was Jeremiah. He was still alive.

Well that was chapter/episode 1, don't be too harsh :P. Kindly review to let me know how I'm doing! Thanks for reading!