Really short chapter compared to the last one, but hopefully it will be enough for now. Thanks again for reading.

Christine screamed against the gag as she was harshly thrown on chair. She had her blindfold taken off and a harsh light greeted her. She winced trying to adjust her eyes. She slowly focused, looked around and locked eyes with a pair of icy blue eyes, staring back at her intently. She was startled to see a handsome man across, smirking at her. She gazed at him trembling, afraid why she was here. He, however, looked so calm. He had just kidnapped her and he was so calm! She felt anger on the nerve of this man.

"Eric, is this your new play thing?" said a silky voice behind her. She snapped back and saw a blonde woman, smirking mischievously at her. "I honestly don't know why she was screaming. I hardly hurt her. Humans... However, she smells delicious. Are you going to share her, Master?" Christine's eyes widened at that. Who the hell are these sick people?

"Pam, leave," he said sternly.

The Pam woman rolled her eyes and left as the man demanded it.

Christine took in a deep breath and finally found her voice. "Who are you? What am I doing here?" she demanded, leering at her kidnapper.

He smirked almost mockingly. "I apologize for bringing you here like this, Christine, but I needed to speak with you immediately. Although, I must agree with Pam. You smell better up close."

She made a face. "What?"

"I'm Eric Northman. I knew your father."

" And this is your way for giving condolence, by kidnapping me!" she said, getting loud. She didn't know where all her attitude came from it certainly changed quiet a bit since her father's death.

Eric leaned back on his chair. "No, but I am sorry for your father's death. I brought you here because your father of drained vampires to sell their blood. He also used V. He owed me $100,000."

Christine blinked, taking it all in. She shifted uneasily in her chair. "How do I know you're telling me the truth?" Inside she was feeling dread. Her father did begin to act mysteriously about a few years ago and sometimes she wouldn't see him for days. She would ask about his disappearances, but he'd say that he was working, even buying her presents. She didn't think much of it, but karma is starting to take its effect now.

Eric pulled out a letter and passed it to her. "Your father left you this before he passed."

Christine, with shaky hands, picked up the envelope. "You were with him before he died?" she whispered, sadly, blinking furiously and trying not to let tears fall.

Eric cocked his head to the side. "Just a few hours before..."

She sighed and opened the letter. Her heart dropped as she began to read it:

My dear Chrissy,
If you're reading this then I must have moved on. Don't worry about me. I'm sorry I wasn't the father you deserved. You are the best thing to have happened to me and I'm so proud of you. I left an account with $10,000 in your name. Use it wisely. Unfortunately, you might never forgive me, but I did drain vampires and sold their blood for money. I am in debt with Eric Northman and unfortunately you will pay for it, pumpkin. I am truly sorry. I owe him $100,000. He is probably going to ask you to work for him, but he gave me his word he wouldn't hurt you. He may seem like a handsome fellow, pumpkin, but don't let those looks fool you. Take caution. Remember all I said about vampires. I love you, Chrissy. Live a happy life.
Your father,
Joseph

Christine felt the tears swell up in her eyes and emotions rattled her body. She couldn't believe what her father did to her. She looked up at her debtor, but surprisingly he was no longer sitting across from her, but was crouching beside her.

"Very sad, huh, pumpkin," he mocked.

Christine, without thinking, slapped him across the face, but Eric seemed unmoved.

"Is that the way you threaten a vampire," he sneered as his fangs popped out.

She scrambled to her feet and quickly made her way towards the door, but Eric breezed by her blocking her exit. She backed up against his desk, looking at him in horror. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Please, don't hurt me." Eric retracted his fangs and walked towards her. She turned her head away in fear and jumped slightly as his finger traced the side of her face. "W-What can I do to pay you back? I don't have that kind of money." Eric didn't answer. He just stared at her. He lifted her head to meet his eyes and it worried her how intently he looked into her eyes. What is he doing? It looked like he was trying to invade her soul. "W-Well?"

Eric blinked and stepped back from her, a bit nerved. "You can arrange files," he finally said, walking behind his desk again. "Our paperwork isn't all that great. Just keep everything in order."

"That's it? You just want me to be your secretary?"

Eric shrugged. "Basically, yes. You're lucky I'm giving you this job. I could have killed you or have you become my sex toy, but I won't get my money if I kill you and you'll just enjoy being my sex toy."

Christine blushed furiously. "How dare you say something like that to me?" Only drunks have talked to her that way at Merlotte's.

Eric grinned slyly at her. "Just being honest. I'll pay you minimum wage, though. It's only fair," he said, again leaning back on his chair.

"That would take forever," she whispered.

"I have all the time in the world," he said, smirking.

Christine clenched her jaw as she stared at him. What kind of person would kidnap someone when their father just past away. "Fine, when do I start?"

Eric stood up, towering over her. She gulped, not daring to look up. "You can start now if you'd like."

The next day

Christine sighed as she knocked on Sam's office door. She probably had bags under her eyes. She spent all night trying to get some order in his office, but she still had a lot of work to do. He gave her some pity and allowed her to go home and rest around two in the morning. She heard Sam shout "come in" and she hesitantly opened the door. He was looking over some receipts, but looked up when he saw a nervous Christine.

"Chrissy, what's wrong?" he asked, pulling her inside and closing the door. "You look upset."

"I just wanted to ask if I can start working only lunch hours from now on. I got a second job at night and I have to be there at least before nine in Shreveport," she said quickly.

Sam crossed him arms. "Why do you need another job? I can give you a raise, if you'd like."

Christine smiled sweetly at Sam. She wished she could express her feelings towards him. He was a sweet man and any woman would be happy to have him by her side. "Thanks, but I'm going to need a lot more money than a raise to help me out."

Sam sighed and cupped her face. "What's going on, Chrissy? You know you can tell me anything."

She was lost in his warm blue eyes. "My father had a debt and I have to pay it off," she admitted.

Sam dropped his hands. "What?"

Her eyes began to water. "He was a V user and seller, Sam! Can you believe it? He fucking used and sold V and now I have to pay that mother fucking vampire back by working for him! He owed him $100,000!" She popped her hand over her mouth. Her tears were streaming down her face and Sam stared at her in awe. "I'm sorry," she said, heading out of his office, but he held her back.

"No, wait. This isn't your fault, but did you accept this vampire's offer. Who knows if he's telling the truth..."

"My father left a letter apologizing to me."

Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I could give you some money. I don't have all of it, but..."

Christine place a finger over his lips. "I could never ask you for money, Sam."

"You are so stubborn, Chrissy," he whispered, kissing her forehead. Christine smiled and let him hold her. He was the warmth that she was looking for. "What's the vampire's name anyway?"

Christine sniffed and wiped her tears. "Eric Northman," she murmured.

He nodded. "I've never heard of him, but I'll try to protect you."

She grinned and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Sam."