A/N: Thank you to pkp033, JohnnynotSid, DaniD32, Jiffie, xxericbitesxx,and murgatroid-98 for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I do not own Southern Vampire Mysteries or True Blood. Though, if I did…. Well… you know how that shit works out.

Run

Gods I'm so hungry…. I felt so weak, I didn't want to move, I didn't have the energy too. The auras weren't back either… I hadn't felt like this ever before. Almost sick… I heard the sound of the door opening though and my eyes slowly moved up and stared at the pipe working on the ceiling. It looked like one of them were coming down again. It was something that both had me anxiously waiting and terrified at the same time.

Would I get out?

Or would I be the next they fed on?

They had taken Aims from us again a good few hours, at least I think they were hours, there was no sense of time down here, after she woke up. Once she was gone there had been screaming and then a solid thud on the floor. Needless to say, they didn't bring her back down. Now it was just Jack, Georgia, and I. And things were getting nasty. Snapping, arguing, shrieking… It was mostly between Georgia and Jack, I was too afraid to get involved; as it was very likely they'd turn their attention towards me.

This cellar was a hell.

"Good news kids." The familiar voice of Eric went through my ears and my head slowly turned my head to the side towards the stairs from my laying position on the floor, "It looks like you just might be getting out." I didn't need auras to sense the excitement from Jack and Georgia. My mind was far to off center as it was, afraid to feel excitement, afraid to feel anything except one thing.

How I desperately just wanted to get out of this hellhole alive. I just wanted to be home, safe and warm in my own damn bed. Letting out a soft sound I slowly sat up though and stared at him. Blinking as he moved forward standing in front of all three of us. He slowly smiled at us though. It was not a smile I liked to see on anyone's face, his fangs were out and he chuckled softly before they slipped back in. "But we're still thinkin' about it." A laugh followed immediately as the sense of dread returned with a vengeance. I could almost cry, if it didn't take too much energy to do so. Groaning I let my head bury into my knees. The laughing stopped.

I felt a hand come forward and rest on top of my head, it didn't move forward and stroke through my hair, or grab it and yank. It just sat there for a moment. My nice smooth hair now greasy and dirty from lack of bathing and the filth of this basement. I had ended up cutting myself on something earlier as well and dirt had probably gotten in the cut through the piece of shirt I used to wrap it with. It was probably infected too… the state of my clothes was just like the rest of me, worn, torn, and dirty.

I didn't know how long I had been in here for, but I wanted out so bad I would have given this guy gallons of blood if that's what it took. I didn't realize my breathing was pants now as a cool hand moved across my heated head as I was having the hot/cold feeling again. I was getting so used to it now it was hard to notice. Whenever someone even approached the door to the steps it tended to flare up. I heard him make a sound from his mouth that could have been of puzzlement, thought, or some other thing, I didn't know or care before I sensed him closer.

There was fumbling on my collar and it was slipped off and I let out a sound as my form was yanked up and placed to his form. My legs felt so weak and my body didn't want to fight so I simply let myself hang for a moment before attempting what was a very futile struggle. I merely got a soft chortle before I was set down surprisingly gently and the collar placed back on, then watched him turn towards Georgia heading her way now, "Miss Lane, I think it's time you and I have a talk." The reaction was clear as day as it was about to get violent before he crouched down and she stilled. I watched them stare at each other for a few moments before his fingers came up and undid the collar. Offering her his hand I watched Georgia take it.

"What in the hell are you doing!?" I found the energy to hiss.

There was no response before Jack's own weak voice came forward and murmured softly, "Don't bother trying Kylie." My head slowly rolled over towards him and he murmured, "She's been influenced into a glamour, there's no way in hell she'll resist in her state."

"You should listen to your friend." My eyes turned immediately back to Eric as he held onto Georgia's hand lightly with no thought of her escaping apparent, "…I do not take kindly to interference." With that he moved up the stairs. I remained silent simply watching the shadows come back and stared in the darkness that it would take a while for my eyes to adjust back again.

Once I could see his outline again I stared at Jack's form, "What are they going to do to her?"

"You should stop worrying about her and worry about yourself." I frowned for a moment then slowly looked up at the ceiling.

The pipe outlines were starting to come back to my sight as I replied, "We need to stay together in this."

"We ain't together Ky." My eyes flicked over to Jack who I could see was glaring at the floor now, "If it comes down between you an' me and Georgia, it's gonna be me that gets the fuck out of here." I stared for a few moments completely hurt before I looked away. Jack had been somewhat of a mentor to me, he had taught me how to sing, how to play the guitar… he'd kept me out of trouble to….

I should have seen his decision a mile away. Silently I looked at the ground then slowly exhaled a long sigh before murmuring softly, "That how it is Jack?" There was a grunt that was saying that yes, it was.

I slowly relaxed back against the pole behind me now and shut my eyes. This place made you empty, part of me wanted to cry, another part wanted to throw a fit, but right now all I could really do is stare at the dirty ground.

I was on my own.

Eric stared silently at the female sitting in front of his desk now, her eyes glazed with the glamour, dried blood covering her dirt and face. The amusement he felt earlier was gone, having been able to hear what was going on down in the basement rather well. He was disgusted, but he also felt the lack of emotion, as well as the confusion as to what to feel as well in the little human. His blood was still well with in her system. Letting out a low breath he turned back to the girl in front of him. The one who's name he had found to be Amy over the past few days.

They had been in that basement near a week now, no food or water… it was surprising they were lasting this long. The male he smelt was near his death though, he would call in a doctor of sorts soon and have them take him away. As long as the woman in front of him would tell him all he wanted to know. He wasn't quite sure he was ready for the rabbit yet. But he could sense she was toiling with something, mulling over a few things right now as he slowly got to his feet and murmured softly with his voice just soaked in glamour, "Amy…" As her eyes immediately focused up on him he tilted his head slowly to the side, "Where did you get all that V from?" None of the others had talked, but none of them had spent as much time down in that reek pit called a basement.

When there was no answer at first he reached forward and grasped her chin lightly placing his face close to hers once he was in front of his desk, "Well Amy? No harm will come to you while I'm here…" He leaned forward lightly so his lips hovered near hers. This creature was detestable but also tasty. So he could stand being this close to this woman as long as he got perhaps a few drops afterwards.

"We got it back in Ohio, then some in Bon Temps." He paused for a moment, eyes narrowing, "A guy at Mer-some'in workin' there gave it to us… was a fag I think…" A few more moments passed and he stared quietly at her.

"…And was your friend there?" A few more moments passed as the glamour continued before the girl slowly shook her head.

"Kylie don' like drugs, can't even stomach anything that's alcohol and what not…, all she's ever done is a lil' pot… an' she's allergic ta it…" Her accent annoyed him, but he could deal with it for the moment.

Slowly tilting his head he stood up straight and then continued, "Have you ever imbibed directly from a vampire during a draining?" He turned with his back to her staring ahead at the door listening for a moment at her slow inhale before he looked over her shoulder as her head bowed in a nod. The silence remained for a moment before he slowly reached over and whispered, "Has the male?"

"Jack?"

He grunted in confirmation before slowly turning. As she nodded again he let out a soft sigh bring his fingers through his hair. His mind left with a decision. Draining a vampire was a much to serious crime to let them go unscathed. But hiding bodies was getting annoying. For a moment all he did was stare around in thought before slowly looking over his shoulder. Moving forward he released the glamour and extended fangs as his hands planted on her shoulders.

Justice served.

A scream ripped through the air making my bones chill and my mind freeze up. My eyes moving up to the ceiling before Jack let out a soft chuckle.

"Georgia's gone." I felt my mind start back up as I slowly looked over at him again with a wide gaze, his own eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness as he looked back at me, then stated softly, "I'm probably next."

Sure enough the door opened and the blonde himself was walking down the stairs. I watched as he moved in a blur though and I watched the collar be ripped from Jack. His hand grabbing the wounded man by the shoulder and his mouth slamming down onto his neck. Screams striking the air at once. My mind went into a state where I stared as the monster in front of me began to down the blood coming from what was my friend, unable to look away. My hands shook as I clasped them around my Anubis charm and then I was able to shut my eyes.

Jack's screams slowly were dying out into chokes then silence. My breathing became heavy gasps for air as I was starting to hyperventilate. A hand came up and grasped my shoulder and I immediately shrieked, eyes snapping open and crab walking away from him as fast and far as I could with the chain. His blood smeared mouth down in a light frown as he stared for a few moments then I watched his posture slowly change. He went from tensed and glaring to having an almost bored look as he stood straight with his hands in his pockets. My breathing didn't settle until my mind started to get dizzy, I clenched my charm tighter and slowly began to force myself to breath. I shut out him and the body that was against the wall and with a great might shoved out everything.

My mind and body went peacefully numb with only one thought in mind as I opened my eyes and stared at him. His eyes baring down onto mine before he stated surprisingly quiet, "Survive one more day human." Something in my mind sparked and thoughts slowly began again but that numbness remained as the shock of the event held firm to my mind. "We will discuss your future tonight." Slowly he turned and headed up out of my sight, the darkness remained.

My breathing was the only sound now except for the footsteps above me, I heard many of them and as my mind focused on them, needing something, anything to grasp onto that wasn't terrifying. I found myself tracking them to make sure none of them approached the door. My body shivered as I felt an unmistakable chill and then shut my eyes tightly as eventually the footsteps faded completely. The sound of an engine starting in the background just barely audible to my ears. It faded soon enough as well.

In the darkness and silence I felt my mind working frantically, soon shoving out the emotions that had stirred, if I had any sense the moment I would have realized the full shock set in and my mind was blocking out the event. But of course with what I was thinking, I didn't have an ounce of sense.

Clacking from the ceiling took over and I immediately looked up. Someone with high heels was walking around. Reaching around me I tried to find something, anything that worked. My fingers were met with something wet and cold. My fingers wrapped around it and drug it to me. I stared at the hand with a steel ring around its finger.

Must have been David's.

Grasping the finger I soon found myself tugging and pulling until the ring came off, looking at it, I found it just thin enough as I stared down at the chain connected to my collar. Slipping it in between an opening in one of the links near the collar itself, I put it on the end and stiffened my neck, starting to pull.

The link gave all to easily, breaking from rust, just like the hinges at the motel. I stared and slowly moving to my feet. My knees gave out right under me and I hit the ground again. Staring I slowly shut my eyes and forced them back up, hissing as pain moved through my senses then moved ahead.

It took me 10 minutes to get up the stairs before reaching the door and sitting. Waiting. My breathing in soft pants I looked through the crack, staring around and seeing a bright light that was all to familiar and stung my eyes. I heard a soft voice that wasn't like any of the vampires with a southern twang. "Killed those kids then has me shut up the last one. What the hell, I ain't workin' for vampers no more, I swear to you, at some point I am going to QUIT this job."

No time like the present. My mind hissed lightly and I stared for a few moments looking around. It was odd, as I wasn't really thinking at the moment but my mind still had a voice of it's own. Getting to my feet again, I opened the door with both hands and proceeded to fall again, "OH MY JESUS!" The woman turned towards me and I stared up, her face didn't run familiar to me at first, but soon enough it came to me.

It was that woman that was cleaning the bar table… what was her name again….oh yeah.

Ginger.

I rolled over and with a groan hefted myself to my feet. Her eyes widened and she immediately stated, "Hey! Hey! Get away from me!" I stumbled towards her and found a surprising strength as I slowly found my hands around her throat. Nothing going through me as I stared at her.

"….You drive?" She frantically nodded. "Good." There was a yank and my knee slammed up into her abdomen before she fell to the floor gasping. I looked at my clothes, then her own for a moment. I ignored my disheveled state and continued for the door. Breathing heavy by the time I reached it before I heard a click. I slowly looked over my shoulder at the gun in her hands.

"They told me not to let you go if you got out!" She stated loudly, "You ain't goin' no where bitch!"

The numbness went away as I felt anger flare into my mind and boil the blood in the veins. I finally got out of that damn cellar and she was going to stop me? I watched her eyes widen as my hand came up and she slowly aimed the gun. I grasped a chair and she relaxed. "…Can I sit down?" My voice remained emotionless and while she slowly nodded. I gave one of my own thanks…

Then I threw the bar stool at her. A shriek left her as it hit and the gun went flying one way. I stumbled towards it, thrown off by the bar stool actually hitting her cause it was more like I tossed it, and soon had it in hand. I pointed the gun at her and then reached forward towards her pockets where I saw little bumps.

The keys were in my hand soon enough and I made my way for the door, throwing the gun in the garbage on the way out. The moment I stepped outside I stared quietly around at the sun and the clouds. Breathing soft as it was just starting to rise before I found the small corolla to the left. I heard shuffling and slammed the door shut behind me as I hobbled over to it and got inside. Hands shaking the keys were in the ignition and I started the car immediately. My mind didn't fill with hope, it filled with panic. The sun was out, but that didn't mean the crazy bitch couldn't get me. Putting the car in reverse I shot out and hit a light post in the process.

Putting it in Drive I launched out of the parking lot while that numbness came flooding back and giving me a relief from the panic that no doubt would have ensued. It ebbed away the fear that was trying to sink into my mind and then slowly settled itself as I reached a red light. Actually stopping at it I stared before looking down at the gas meter. It was at three quarters full… I didn't pay much mind as I continued as the light turned green and looked around for something, anything that might help me.

I found a cell phone in the passenger seat and hissed softly before reaching over and attempting to grab it. Once in my hand I opened it and stared at the screen as it was still off. Attempting to turn it on, I soon found out it was dead and at the next red light searched for a charger….

Finding nothing, once I hit the high way, I threw the fucking thing out the window. It seemed right now it didn't matter if I had communication, all that mattered was I run as fast as I could, any way I could, and put as much distance between me, and that hell hole called a Fangtasia.

A/N: Alrighty, so Kylie is definitely in trouble when Eric finds out. If anyone has suggestions for proper 'punishment' be kind and speak up. Though I personally think though pissed, he'd have a blast with a chase.