My first True Blood fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy it! Constructive criticism is always welcomed. No flames, please. Thank you!

1800s

Eric wiped the blood off his lips from his recent feeding. He was satisfied well enough, but was still a bit hungry. His nose twitched when he past a homeless woman, limping. He froze, raising his brow. Witch, he thought. He turned around and she was staring at with a yellow, crocked grin.

Eric hissed at the witch before him. "What do you want, witch?"

"You will fall in love, Viking," she teased.

Eric burst out laughing. "Don't make me laugh, witch," he said, smugly.

She glared at him. "I'm not your personal amusement. Your love for this woman will save you," she said, reaching out to him.

He immediately pulled away. "I don't need to be saved," he hissed. "I have eternal life. I'm already saved."

"You may be immortal, but there are ways to kill you and I'm trying not to do so now," she spat back. "You will fall for her, but if you lose her it'll be your downfall."

"Why are you telling me? Why the need to save me?"

The witch rolled her eyes and continued to walk down the street. "Don't flatter yourself. I tell all their future!"

Present Time

Eric glared at the gravely ill Joseph. He accused Joseph for capturing, draining and killing vampires; very stupid on humans' part. They still manage to act superior to a more superior creature. Unfortunately for Joseph, selling and doing V was not his only addiction. Alcohol was another habit of his and now it was taking effect. Eric could tell that Joseph was dying of a failed liver. His time was coming and he had yet paid for his deeds.

Eric looked around and saw a picture frame of him, his wife and daughter from what seemed years ago. It was the three of them playing on the beach, laughing. Another frame had Christine hugging her father. She was older and looked very appealing to his taste. Joseph's daughter was different; different from Joseph. Her scent was pure innocence, yet to claimed by any man and there was a strong aura about her. Could she be the one that the witch meant, thought Eric. He couldn't explain it. Whatever it may be, he wanted her. She fascinated her. He wanted to posses her. She'll be mine! He thought.

"Again asking for the money, Northman?" asked Joseph tiredly.

Eric rolled his eyes. "Of course. You owe me $100,000."

Joseph smirked. "That's a lot."

"Then you shouldn't have drained the vampires!" yelled Eric. "Now, you've already told me, but for the record: What did you do with the money again?"

Joseph sighed. "I bought alcohol with it."

"All of it?"

"I put... I put some money on my daughter's savings account."

Eric nodded. "You can pay me with that... Then she can work for me-"

"No!" said Joseph, sitting up. "I'll get the money somehow, but don't touch her savings."

Eric growled. "Then how the hell are you going to give me the money when you can't even get out of this bed!"

"I don't know," whispered Joseph, laying back down. "You leave Chrissy out of this. She's innocent. She shouldn't be paying for my deeds."

"You should have thought about that before you become an addict. You're dying, Avory. She'll pay eventually for the true death you committed to vampires and selling their blood."

Joseph suddenly winced in pain. "I know you like her," he grunted. "She's beautiful, is she not?"

"What are you trying to get at? There are other's like her," said Eric, emotionless. "Humans all look the same."

"Yet to still have feelings for her. You're using this as an excuse to get closer to her."

"I do not and stop saying that. You know nothing on how I feel, Avory," Eric said, rushing to him, squeezing Joseph's throat. "I'm a vampire. I've learned to bury emotions deep inside. What makes you think I care about anything, especially a human?"

"I don't care if you admit or not, Northman," he spat back. "Just, if you have some mercy, spare Chrissy. She's the most precious thing this fucking life gave me. I'd hate to die knowing that she's going to be in danger."

Eric's fangs popped out, making Joseph shiver in fear. "Don't you smell it, Avory? She's unique."

"How so?" he grunted out.

"I don't know," said Eric, shaking head. "But I'm gong to find out. If I'm right, she'll always be in danger and not by me." Eric froze when he heard a car, pulling into the drive way. He could smell her already. "She's home."

Joseph laughed as he looked at Eric's face. It was almost like a surprised or even, dare he say, excited look. "You are such a liar," he mocked. Eric hissed and let him go. "You do like her."

"Daddy! I'm home!" Came Christine's voice throughout the house as she opened the door.

Eric pressed his lips together. "We're not done here, Avory," he said as he jumped out the window.

Christine flung her father's door open and smiled. "Hi, dad."

Joseph smiled and sat up. "Chrissy."

She grinned and sat next to him, kissing the top of his head. "I asked Sam to let me out early so I could take care of you. I hate that you're all by yourself."

"Don't worry about me, love. Did everything go well for you tonight?"

Christine sighed. "Yeah, but we were super busy. I got enough tips to buy your medicine."

"No! Don't buy me medicine. I'm fine, pumpkin."

"How can you say that you're fine, dad? Look at you! You're yellow..." Christine's voice got caught in her throat. "You look like you're dying. Please let me take you to a doctor."

"We don't have health insurance, Chrissy!" She closed her mouth, but couldn't stop the tremble from her lips. Joseph felt a surge amount of guilt build up. "It doesn't matter. If my time is up, it's not your fault. I doubt medicine can cure what I have. Save your money, pumpkin," he said, wiping her tears away.

"But, dad..."

"No, pumpkin. I'm sorry I wasn't a better father, but I don't want you to suffer because of this. I killed myself and I have no one else to blame, but me," he said, stroking his daughter's face.

"I-I heard vampire blood can cure anything," she whispered.

Joseph's face fell. "What? Where did you hear that?"

"From one of the customers. I could ask a vampire willing to cure you. I'm sure there are some decent ones out there..."

"NO!" yelled Joseph. "Absolutely not! Chrissy, look at me," he said, cupping her face. "Don't go anywhere near a vampire. They are dangerous and deceiving. They can glamour into forgetting who you are. They can kill you. I would rather die a thousand deaths then let them harm you, pumpkin."

"Oh, dad," she said, hugging him.

Joseph hugged her back. "I love you, Chrissy." I'm sorry.

The next night

Christine sighed as she cleaned the table of Merlotte's. She couldn't shake her father's image out of her mind. She wanted to help him, but he wouldn't let her. He was all she had left. Her mother died of cancer when she was ten and now her father was going to leave her alone. She didn't want to be an orphan this early in life.

"Chrissy, are you all right?" asked Sookie, coming up from behind her, snapping her from her thoughts. Sookie has been one of her closest friends since they were girls. They were inseparable and still are. However, Christine secretly felt and knew the difference between the two. Admirably, Sookie was outspoken, brave, and attractive. Men were more attractive towards her than Christine. Maybe because Christine was more serious and they feel intimidated by her or maybe they just thought Sookie was prettier. However, Christine didn't hate Sookie. She loved like her own sister and cared for her deeply.

Sookie also was special in a way. It was no secret, to her close friends, that she was a telepath. She envied her because she wasn't afraid of what people might think she was a different. She herself was also different. She was telekinetic. At first, it scared her, but she had put up with, barely using it. Sometimes it would come up expectedly when she was angry or frustrated. She sometimes, if lazy, would levitate items while she was cooking, cleaning, or moving something from place to place. No one knew what she was and she wasn't plan in telling anyone. Sookie was a stubborn person and if she found out that Christine has been keeping a secret for so long, their friendship could be jeopardized.

Christine jumped and turned. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Sookie placed a hand on her hips. "You know sometimes I wish I could read your mind. You're always so quiet and never tell me what's up. Honey, I'm your best friend. You can trust me." Not being able to read Christine's mind was an extra for Sookie. She would come to her when she needed a break from reading people's thoughts. That's how they became friends.

Christine smiled. "I know, Sookie, but talking about my problems won't help them be solved. Only a miracle can."

Sookie gave a sympathetic look. "Look, I'm here if you need me."

"I know, Sookie. I know." Christine watched as her friend went back to serving her customer. She sometimes wished she could be more like her or the other waitresses at Merlotte's. Out of all of them, she was the most timid. She didn't stand out as much. Sookie was blonde, bubbly, and cute. Arlene was a redhead, energetic, fire bolt and a gossiper. She made friendships easily with the rest of the nosy people in town. Dawn was a flirt and provoked men into handing their money over with some sweet talk. Christine was shy, quiet, and relaxed. She was amiable which was how she earned her tips, but she could overhear bonus tips received by the other waitresses. She tried to spike up her character, but she'll get too uncomfortable and stopped the charade.

She looked up and saw Sam walking behind the bar. Her tummy filled with butterflies whenever she was him. From the moment she saw his gentle blue eyes she was instantly smitten by him. One time, she was lost in her world, staring at the back of his jeans, which he wore extremely well, and he caught her looking. She was so embarrassed, she couldn't look at him in the eye for a week. However, it was obvious that he didn't see her anymore than just a friend. His interests were solely on Sookie. It made her upset, but who could blame who they fall for.

Christine sighed deeply and went to attend to another customer. "Hello, how are you? Are you ready to order?" she asked, smiling. The guy grinned at her with a sad flirty look while his wife glared at her and smacked him with her purse. Great, I get all the weirdo's, she thought, rolling her eyes.

"Chrissy," yelled Sam over the counter. She turned and was startled that he had an upset look on his face.

"Go, I'll cover your table, love," said Sookie, coming to her side. The look that she gave her, made Christine shiver.

She nodded and went over to Sam. "Is something wrong?"

Sam sighed deeply. "Come into my office." She didn't like the sound of his voice, but followed him anyway.

"You're not going to fire me, right? Sam, I need to pay bills..."

However, Sam cut her. "No, Chrissy, it's not about that."

Christine blinked. "Then tell me, Sam. You're scaring me."

"There isn't any easy way to say this, but your neighbor just called. She said someone called her from your house, but there was no answer when she picked up the phone. She went to check and..."

Christine let a sob out of throat. "And?" She felt the air leave her body. She knew the worst was coming.

Sam gripped her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Chrissy, but your father past away," he said, softly.

She shook her head. "No! I just saw him. He was all right. He... Oh, Sam. No!" Her knees collapsed on her and she started wailing on the floor. Sam caught her and took her into his arms. He held her as she cried on his shoulder. She shook and trembled. She let out a cry that could be heard by all in the restaurant. Sam didn't know how to comfort her except to give her his shoulder.

Christine suddenly pushed Sam away and started heading out of his office. "Chrissy, wait! Where are you going?" he asked, running after her. However, Christine ignored him and everyone else and stormed to her car. She went to open the door, but Sam slammed it shut. "You can't be driving in this condition."

"I-I-I h-have t-to se-e-e i-i-t-t f-for myself-f," she sobbed.

"Chrissy, you have to breathe," he said, taking her face in his hands.

"NO!" she screeched. "I WANT TO SEE HIM!"

Sam nodded. "Fine, I'll drive you. Get in."

Christine impatiently waited until Sam drove up to her house. She got out immediately as Sam pulled over. There were a few people, but she just shoved everyone out of the way. When she entered his bedroom, she found her father looking so peaceful as if he were asleep. She crawled over to his side and grabbed his face. "Dad?" she croaked out, but there were no response. Her eye sight was getting foggy, tears falling down her cheeks. "Daddy!" she cried on his chest. "Don't leave me!"

The next day

Christine lips trembled as her father's casket began to lower into the ground. Many who knew their family came out of respect, but she knew that only a few truly meant their grief. Sometimes she felt funeral were times for the people to gossip about the person's life. She didn't care as long as she didn't hear any of it, although she would sometimes feel Sookie shift in her seat. She must be hearing their thoughts.

She let out a sob, she threw the bouquet of flowers as they began to bury the casket. Sookie held her friend tightly, holding her from collapsing. Tara, too, was a comfort. She was another dear friend, one who truly knew what it was like to have an alcoholic has a parent. Unfortunately for Tara, her mother was abusive.

Christine could hear people beginning to leave, but she wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to let go of her father. "Chrissy, honey. Everyone left," whispered Sookie.

"I-I want to stay here longer. By myself, please," she said, weakly, not taking her eyes off the tombstone. Sookie nodded and left along with Tara. Christine collapsed onto her knees and rested her head against the tombstone. She sobbed hard against it not believing what had just happened. She, mentally, relived all the memories she had for her father. There were many happy one and some sad.

She stayed there for hours until the sun began to set. The creatures of the night began their tune and the earth began to get cool from the Louisiana heat. Suddenly, her head as snapped back and was immediately blind folded. She struggled against her attacker, but she was firmly held still. She let out a scream, but she wars gagged by a cloth. Whoever this was, he or she was strong and she immediately got frightened. She was going to die along like her father.