Summary:
Humans are ruled under the power of vampires and werewolves and are forced to be kept in concentration camps. Many are dying from starvation and disease, but some learned to live by working for vampires. Labors involved working in factories, restaurants, hotels, etc. The most famous job to make a poor life into a more grander and comfortable one the quicker way is to be a "blood donor" for vampires, shortly meaning that human allow vampires to take their own blood while being kept under their own care. Elena, a young woman, risk selling herself to take the job as a "blood donor" for the sake of her family. The famous vampire bachelor, Damon Salvatore, buys her. Troubles and complications arises between his mixed feelings for the girl due to her exact resemblance of his dead wife, and the astonishing evidence Elena soon finds out of the vampires' weakness that can possibly push her kind down to a war against the vamps.
Inspired by the Hunger Games trilogy.
I don't own the Vampire Diaries or the Hunger Games.
Enjoy…
~ the-skywriter.321
Ding! Ding! The first morning bell rang loudly.
The werewolves unlocked all the cells in the camp to allow the humans to exit their rooms. The hour is precisely six in the morning. As tired as the humans are, the werewolves cared less of how exhausted they still were, heartless to even have the decency to give them an extra hour due to their twelve hour labor digging the mines yesterday.
Tyler, a werewolf known as the second watchman, unlocked room 305 and stepped inside. There are only two people in the room known as the Gilberts, Elena and Jenna Gilbert. Elena, a young woman in her early twenties, took a hold of her aunt's hand and tried to get her up from bed. But Jenna is too ill to force herself to stand up or even move. Tyler marched toward the bed and pushed Elena aside.
"Wake up, woman! Its time for role call!"
Jenna shook her head and took shallow breaths with her eyes closed tightly. "No...No..I can't. I can't..." She mumbled with her dry lips.
Elena pulled herself back to her feet. She stood between her dear aunt and Tyler, spreading her arms out to protect the ill woman.
"She's sick. I can take her place in work. Please, just allow her to stay here."
"No. I will not have that. Everyone needs to be outside right now. The only ones who can stay inside are those who are willing to die. Since your aunt is very much alive, I'm pretty sure I don't have to drag her body out, so get that damn woman off the bed and come outside."
"She can't move. She'll surely faint if I get her off the bed. Just leave her be. I can manage to work in my station by myself."
Tyler stepped forward to her, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. Elena swallowed the temptation to flinch as his burning hand grabbed the back of her neck and clenched it tightly in a deadly grip.
"If you can't make her get off the bed, then I will."
He pushed her aside again and released her neck on time right before she fell on the floor. Tyler grabbed Jenna's lifeless arms and pulled her up. Elena lifted her head and crawled on her bruised knees toward the bed to stop Tyler.
"Wake up! Open your eyes!" He shouted.
Jenna's eyes still didn't open. Tyler's impatience caused his dangerous hot hands to strike a hard slap across her pale cheek, not leaving a red mark on her snow skin.
Elena pulled herself back on her feet again, and gripped both Tyler's arms, trying to pull them off her aunt. But he pushed her off hard on the floor again. This time when she fell, her head bumped hard on the wall.
Gentle hands suddenly took both her arms and helped her stand up. Elena shivered and tried to shrug the strange hands off her, but the stranger refused to let her go.
"Release her, Tyler." A masculine voice commanded.
Tyler lifted his head to see who it is. After seeing it is his uncle, he slowly released Jenna and got off the bed. Jenna fell back on the bed, still lifeless and dead in an enchanting sleep.
"There is no need to treat the sick like that. What good would that do anyway?"
"We have our duties, Mason. The main rules is to get every human outside when they are called for."
"The rules doesn't apply to use sick workers to work in the mines."
"No it doesn't. But one thing we werewolves can't do is get too soft with these pathetic humans."
"Enough of that nasty ego of yours. Go outside and tend to the other rooms. We're on the clock by ten extra minutes."
Tyler looked straight ahead at Elena who lowered her head down, allowing her long hair to cover her hair in fear. He gave his uncle a nod and headed out to the door. When Tyler was gone, Mason took both her cheeks to examine her face. But Elena took his hands and yanked them off her.
"I'm fine...Thank you."
"Your welcome. Just be careful around him. He's a good kid if you know him any better, but when it comes to girls, I strongly suggest you to look out for his wandering hands."
"I'll keep in mind of that..So is it alright if I leave my aunt here? She's been sick for nearly three weeks. Her symptoms are getting a lot worse..I..I can't really do anything to help her."
"She's not actually allowed to be in bed right now. But I'll guard the door until you get back for the second bell."
"Thank you, Mason."
"No problem, let's go now. Everyone is waiting."
Tyler took the job as the role caller for today. With a thin rectangular device clutched on his hand, he walked to row by row calling each and every family's name. Mason stood behind Elena and saved her with a good lie that Jenna was in the gas chamber as punishment when Tyler got to her.
Mason clearly is a type of person Tyler cannot pass by easily, mainly because the man is his uncle and his werewolf years is a lot older than him, meaning he is physically a lot stronger than him.
After finishing the attendance, food carts arrived for the humans' breakfast. Breakfast is tasteless like all daily meals that are served to the humans; a soggy piece of bread with a small bowl of mashed turnip with a dash of salt.
As usual, the humans sat on the muddy ground to eat their meals. Elena went over to her brother, Jeremy, who stood three rows behind her. She gave him a quick hug before they sat down.
"How is Aunt Jenna?"
Elena ripped a piece of her bread and pressed the piece for it to flatten. She bitterly looked down at her unappetizing bowl of mashed turnips, not wanting to look at her brother in the eyes.
"She's still not well."
"Did you find out what's wrong with her?"
"No...But I did ask some people in my department, they suggested for me to keep her in bed as long as I can, and feed her to build her strength. I doubt such a treatment is enough for her though."
"Where is she now?"
"In her room."
"What? How?"
Elena shook her head. "It's not like that. She's fine. Okay? One of the dogs here was nice enough to let her go easily."
"Don't tell me it's that same bastard who saved you last time."
She looked down at the piece of bread pressed on her fingertips, feeling a bit hard and greasy. Her mind separated from a memory that she remembered that happened way back then, the time when she first encountered Mason to be her enigmatic savior but yet at the same time, her enemy.
Elena and Jenna stood outside in the muddy slopes, digging with their shovels to push away unwanted damages away so there can be a cleared area.
The two women focused furiously on digging out a deeply buried cart. Sweat dripped down their temples as they scooped chunks of heavy mud with their shovels.
"Oh when is this sucker ever going to come out?"
"Keep digging, we're almost there. We could do it, Elena."
A werewolf stepped forward to them, standing a few feet away from them.
"No talking! Keep working!"
Jenna gave him a nod and returned her focus back to her digging. Elena turned her head slightly, giving him a quick nasty look when he turned his back from them.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! The fourth bell rang loudly, signaling that it's time for a water break. Elena instantly fell down on her knees, her blistered hands finally loosened her grip on the prickly wooden handle of the shovel. Jenna went on her knees also, breathless from working non-stop.
"Elena, can you get the water this time? I'm too tired to move."
Elena nodded. "Okay. I'll be right back."
She picked herself up, brushing the mud off her clothes, and walked her way up from the lower end of the slope. The water well is served back to the camps. Almost all the women are stationed to work in this area while the men are way far off working in the underground mines, mining for gold and diamonds that are later delivered to the vampires.
Elena walked as fast as she could, bearing the pain of her blistered filthy bare feet. The water usually runs out and not everyone gets the chance to have a drink. The accurate portion they are given is at least ten fluid liters every four hours per person, dehydration and the danger of drinking unclean water are the main causes of illness and death the humans suffer each month.
"Ahh! Elena! Elena! Help me! Please!..." Aunt Jenna's voice echoed from her direction.
Elena quickly turned around, stunned by this.
"Elena please!" Her shouting continued.
Elena immediately headed back, running as fast as she can with her soar blistered feet. She breathed heavily as the sound of her aunt's voice continued helplessly louder. She finally reached back to where she left her aunt. In the way end of the muddy slope, her aunt is on the floor on top of the dangerous werewolf who has been guarding them since morning.
It is obvious what the werewolf is doing to her. Elena headed too quick down the slippery slope, her body tumbled all the way down from not cautiously going slow. She pulled herself up once she landed and ran toward the werewolf. She jumped on him from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs embracing his burning torso.
"Let her go! Let her go, you filthy dog!"
The werewolf gagged and tried to shake her off him. But she firmly tightened her arms around his neck. Jenna backed away, shivering madly when the werewolf got off her.
He grabbed Elena's arms and tried to loosen them. But she still refused to release him. He impatiently this time bit her in one of her arms, biting deeply into her skin until the taste of blood flowed in his damp mouth. Elena gasped in pain and finally loosened her arms off his neck. His sharp teeth removed off her skin, with his bare hands he gripped both sides of her neck and gripped the life out of it.
Her eyes almost bulged out of its sockets as all the air from her lungs clogged tightly in his dangerous hands. Jenna crawled toward him, begging pitifully.
"Please..She's just a girl..Please let her go. Let her go."
The werewolf kicked the woman with his foot and tightened Elena's neck even more. Elena helplessly grabbed his hands weakly, her pale completion turning purple and slightly blue.
"I don't tolerate bitches like you. You're not worth keeping here."
"Let her go, Paul." A voice started.
Paul turned around. Another werewolf stood right behind a helpless Jenna.
"Come on, Mason. Can't a man have a little fun once in a while?"
"I won't repeat myself again, Paul. Let the girl go if you want to see those hands of yours move again the next morning."
Paul turned his attention back to Elena, he gave her a last look, gripping a lot tighter on her neck for the last time before finally letting her go. He walked away furiously, transforming into his werewolf form and ran off, his shredded clothes now lying on the ground.
Elena remained still on the filthy ground, gasping heavily for air with her hands on her bruised neck. Mason first checked to see if Jenna was alright and then he went over to Elena. He bend down on his knees and took her by the shoulders, pulling her up gently to sit upright.
"Don't touch me."
"I won't hurt you, girl. It's okay."
"Just go away, you filthy dog."
"I will. But let me see your neck first."
"I'm fine...Just leave me alone..."
Mason nodded. His hands dropped from her shoulders and he pulled himself up to his feet. When his footsteps died down, Elena quickly crawled to her aunt.
"Jenna, Jenna are you okay?"
Jenna nodded. "I'm okay..I'm so glad you came to me on time."
"Yeah, me too."
Next to her body laid a cold silver canteen. Elena picked it up and unsealed the top. She sniffed the entrance of it, but there's no smell. She took a small sip. It's water. She took another sip, but longer. To save some for her aunt, she spilled some on her cheek to cool her face, and gave her a sip.
Jenna gulped hard on the water, her dry mouth feeling fresh from the cold taste.
"Did you get that from the well?"
"What?"
"The well. Did you get that canteen from the well?"
Elena looked down at the side of the canteen, there is a carved writing on it written as W. She knows that this canteen belongs to a werewolf, and it can't be no other than Mason who just saved her.
'Why would he give me this?..What kind of dog would suddenly treat us this..this decently?' She thought.
"Elena."
Elena closed the canteen and placed it on the ground.
"Uh..Yeah. Yes I did." She lied.
"It's strange though. Usually the water is always dirty. Why is it so clean?"
"I..I don't know..."
Elena looked down at her arms, covered by the filthy sleeves of her prisoner's button shirt. She can still feel the excoriating pain from Paul's bite...From then on, Mason always ended up being there for her and still to this day, the werewolf watches over her in case she is ever needed of protection, but the one thing he never gets is Elena's appreciation of him helping her.
"Lucky guess, Jeremy."
"Elena, I know that dog has been very soft on us, but we can't trust him. He's just after your body. You saw how the others go after some of the girls here; many of the girls died from being pregnant by dogs and look what happens to their babies, they are killed from being half mortal."
"I know, Jeremy. I know."
"Just be careful."
"I'll try."
Jeremy placed his bowl down on the ground and handed his piece of bread to his sister. She just looked at it without taking it.
"Take this and keep it in your pocket, until they call on us for the sixth bell, give it to Aunt Jenna when they take us inside. It's going to rain today so we're going to be taken in early."
"But you need to eat. I can give some of my food to Jenna."
"No, you need to eat too. Besides, I'm a lot stronger than you."
He took her wrist and placed the bread on her open hand. She looked at her brother, he looks more thinner than the last time she saw him which was three weeks ago when the men were taken to a three day trip to a new mine.
"Make sure Aunt Jenna is safe. Okay?"
"I promise."
The next hour Elena worked with other three women in the Jackson family. Since Jenna is bedridden in her cell - Mason's lie about her punishment in the gas chamber convinced the werewolves not to be suspicious of her absence - Elena was escorted to another station to work anyway without any excuse.
Besides the non-stop noise of their shovels digging deeply into the muddy earth, their mouths remain sealed except using them to breathe as the aching of their muscles irritated them every minute that passed.
The werewolf guarding them is Tyler. Elena can see him just behind her shoulder, his eyes gazing straight ahead at her. She ignored him and continued to dig deeply into the mud.
On the top end of the tall muddy slope, a man watched the women from below with Mason and two other werewolves by his side. He's dressed a lot finer than the others; his suit is a slight grayish back, his light pink dress shirt tucked neatly in his trousers, his brown hair slid back with a thick use of gel, and a pair dark round sunglasses covered his eyes.
His mouth moved back in forth, chewing a piece of gum. He looked down at the four women, but mostly paying more attention to Elena who doesn't seem to notice the man is looking at her. He scratched his chin, his jaw line covered in a five' o clock shadow.
"What family is this, gentlemen?"
One of the werewolves stepped forward with a thin rectangular device held out on his hand. "The Jacksons. Three daughters of Jonathan William Jackson and Patricia Jenson Jackson. Father deceased and the mother in the – "
The man shook his hand away in annoyance. "Never mind about all that bullshit..So three daughters. How come there's another one down there?"
"That girl is from the Gilbert family, sir. She has a family member in the gas chamber, so we placed her there to continue her work." The same werewolf answered.
"Tell me about her."
The werewolf scanned through her name on the device. "Elena Gilbert. Age twenty two. Found in Mystic Falls Virginia in the year of 1989. Brought here in Camp Fortuga twelve years ago."
"Twelve years ago? Oh God, that's a horribly long time. How about her health?"
"No illness. Bite mark on left arm. Fifty lashes on bare back and twenty on calves. Five years ago, she was sent to the gas chamber for misbehavior for about two days."
"The girl has some history. But are you sure she has no illness?"
"Yes, sir. Her history has no evidence of any disease."
"Excellent. I want her also. I want that girl's name to be called in the sixth belle by the time those humans line up for role call. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
