A/N: I don't see Kiley as being perfect or even a very nice person, but at her heart I don't see her as bad. She has flaws and to me that makes her interesting. I think that her life has not been easy and she has been betrayed and disappointed in those that she has put her trust in, especially the person that she is desperate enough to call upon for help now. Warning: Kiley and Eric do have a moment together.

Chapter Six

Kiley left Fangtasia after her performance, since the Sheriff had gotten what he wanted. She threw her things into her bag after changing. The other girls still watched her warily, but she didn't have time to worry about them. When she walked out of the bar, she knew the Sheriff's eyes followed her. But, he did not attempt to stop her. She drove straight to the place that she was staying and then began to nervously pace in the living room. Being trapped between two vampires was not the place to be, she thought. There was not any way to extract herself from this position alone. She needed help. It pained her to ask him, since he was her unfinished business that she was planning on personally taking care of. But, she was desperate. So, she dialed his number from memory.

"Hello?" said a sleepy male voice.

"It's me," said Kiley.

"Kiley? Is that really you?" he asked.

"I need help, Parker," said Kiley.

There was a very long pause and Kiley said, "You owe me."

"I know that you are in serious trouble or you wouldn't ask me for help," said Parker. "Does this mean that you are willing to forget that little promise to kill me?"

"Yes," said Kiley.

"The smart thing would be to leave you where you are and hope that the vampires finish you off," said Parker.

"Perhaps, but just like you, they know a good thing when they see it. They could give me your head on a platter in return for my cooperation," said Kiley. "If I ask for it."

"You always did have a way with words, Baby," said Parker. "I've missed you."

"Is that a yes?" asked Kiley.

"I'd do anything to make up my mistake to you," said Parker.

"Right, you're just more afraid of me than the vampires," said Kiley.

"That's not true," said Parker. "I...I'm sorry about what happened. I was a coward and I let you down."

"I would like to believe you," said Kiley. "But, you haven't made that easy."

"Let me prove it to you," said Parker. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you to snatch my grandmother. They are using her to ensure my cooperation," said Kiley.

"Who's watching her? Vampires?" asked Parker.

"Shane is smart enough to use both vampires and humans," said Kiley. "But, the humans are weaker, do it in the daytime."

"I'll have it done tomorrow morning," said Parker. "You will need to sit tight until I have her. I'll call you when it's done."

"A word of advice, you will need to disappear after snatching my grandmother," said Kiley. "Shane might figure out that you helped me."

"Houston was getting old, anyways," said Parker. "Come back to me, Baby."

"Just because I'm willing to forgive you, doesn't mean that I will forget it," said Kiley.

"I'll make it up to you," said Parker. "I want my best girl back. We can go somewhere fresh and start again."

Kiley paused and said, "Thanks for not failing me. This time."

"You know how to reach me," said Parker. "I'll be waiting for you."

Kiley hung up and checked her watch. It was 1 AM. Only one more night and she could flee and leave Shane and Mr. Northman behind. She began to pack when the doorbell rang. Dammit, she thought, what now?

She opened her door to find Eric Northman on her doorstep. Hadn't he messed with her enough for one night, she thought angrily. Kiley coldly stared at him, trying to will him to leave.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" asked Eric. "Didn't you leave work early so that we could be together?"

"No, I'm not going to invite you in. And, no, I didn't leave work early to be with you. Go away," said Kiley.

"A little rude aren't we, pet?" asked Eric.

"What the fuck do you want?" demanded Kiley.

"I want to come in," said Eric, smiling.

Kiley was stuck. She couldn't run until her grandmother was safe. If she refused to let him in, he might call over a human and try to force her to come out. And then, she would have to use her gift and reveal herself. Eric just stood there and watched her, that slight smile on his face.

"Come in," said Kiley and she opened the door for him.

She watched unhappily as he walked inside as if he owned the place and as if he owned her. She closed the door and remained beside it. He snooped around her living room, but there wasn't much to see. He turned and faced her.

"Pam said that it was pretty dismal in here," said Eric.

"I don't cart around excess junk," said Kiley. "And you don't pay me enough to afford someplace nicer."

"Maybe, that's because you are doing the wrong job for me," said Eric.

Eric sat down on the sofa and stretched out his long legs. Kiley found her eyes drawn to his legs and when she looked up, she found Eric had noticed that interest. That smile on his lips became smug.

"I don't want to be one of your dancers," said Kiley.

"I don't think that you would have any more problems," said Eric. "The other girls are afraid of you."

"That's your fault for sending your pet to harass me," said Kiley.

"Tasha's hardly my pet," said Eric.

"She would be broken-hearted to hear you say that," said Kiley. "Not that you care about her feelings."

"And do you?" asked Eric.

Kiley didn't reply and Eric said, "We have many things in common and not worrying about the feelings of others is one of them. I'm a cold-hearted vampire, but what is your excuse?"

Kiley wondered why he felt this need to get inside her head and examine her.

"That's rich, a vampire calling me cold," said Kiley.

Eric smiled and said, "Just a hint, but your dislike of vampires is showing."

Kiley crossed her arms in front of her and said, "Haven't you messed with me enough for one evening?"

"No, I'm just getting to the good part," he said.

"Now, it shouldn't be too hard to find it since your place is tiny," said Eric. "But, let's see if we can find the bedroom."

He got up and walked down her hallway.

"Stop, you can't go back there," said Kiley.

Kiley followed him and found him lying on her bed with a pillow tucked under his chin. That smug smile was still in place. He was still pushing all her buttons. She wanted to see if she could harm him. She then realized the desire to inflict pain on him was probably what he wanted her to feel. She did her best to let go of those feelings and stare calmly back at him, but she was tired of playing games with this malicious creature.

"Can't you find a girl who actually likes you?" said Kiley.

"Just because you don't like me, doesn't mean that you don't want to have sex with me," said Eric.

"Im not one of your whores," said Kiley.

"I never said you were. You are still innocent or rather inexperienced, but you aren't a nice girl, are you? That contradiction makes me...curious," said Eric.

"Surely, you can find more interesting and willing prey at the bar," said Kiley.

Eric smiled and said, "But, none more delicious. I want to feed on you, again."

What is wrong with him? He was going to drain her dry, she thought. Was is normal for a vampire to bite a human this often? And that awful close contact made her want him. Maybe, that's why he does it, she thought. To enjoy the agony that he inflicts upon me.

"I'm going to look like a pincushion if you keep biting me," said Kiley.

"Is vanity another one of your sins?" asked Eric, smirking.

He stared at her amused and said, "You can't tell me that you don't enjoy it."

"You're doing something to me," said Kiley.

"I'm not," said Eric. "It would spoil the fun to try to glamour you, even if I could."

Kiley felt a small shiver of fear and said, "I don't believe you."

"Maybe, you need to experience it again, so that you can realize that a vampire's touch, my touch, is what you were meant for," said Eric.

Eric sat up and held out his hand for her.

"I could throw you out," said Kiley.

"You won't," said Eric.

Kiley slowly walked forward and Eric pulled her down on the bed. And immediately, he began to undo her jeans and shrug them off. He got off the bed and pulled them completely off. He stood there a moment and waited for her to look at him. He then moved as a vampire and was poised above her. Instinctively, Kiley shrank away, but he grabbed her and she stopped. He brought out his fangs and displayed them for her. He kissed a path down her center to her thigh, parting her legs so that he could lie between them. He glanced up at her, but Kiley closed her eyes and turned her head away which was exactly what he had wanted her to do. Eric turned his attention back to her thigh and, with a little grin, he bit her savagely, cutting her flesh more than necessary.

"Ow, you bastard," exclaimed Kiley. "That hurt."

The blood flowed freely and he turned his attention to drinking from her. Those noises he made while doing so, both disgusted Kiley and excited her. The thought of that creature latched onto her leg and sucking out her life blood should repulse her, but Kiley once again found herself becoming aroused in spite of the pain he was still causing her. She willed herself to stop, to be silent, and to not give him the satisfaction of knowing what he was doing to her. Yet, he brought up his other hand and began doing slow circles with his thumb on the upper thigh of her other leg. She tried to move and heard him utter a noise of annoyance as he held her firmly down. Slowly, the hand crept up until he was making slow circles across the thin fabric of her panties. With that thin barrier the only thing separating his fingers from her most intimate spot, Kiley began to lose her careful control. Her breath became audible to her own ears and that seemed to intensify his efforts, until she moaned and twisted into the pillows. She felt him slow down and stop feeding on her and rub at her thigh before licking it clean. He moved up and kissed her for a moment and then moved to her neck, but his hand stayed between her legs. She disliked him, maybe even hated him, yet there wasn't any way that she could hide the response that he caused. When he slipped his fingers inside her panties and touched her, she knew the evidence of that would be apparent to him.

She began to extract herself and he stopped and caressed her check.

"Don't fight it, you know that you belong to me," said Eric. "Touch me."

He took her hand and caressed it. Then, he brought it to his groin. She could feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his jeans. With a little gentle encouragement, she pressed her hand along the length of his erection. He uttered a low moan and pressed his hips into her. Her brain screamed for her to stop, but her hand stayed where it was. He then moved her hand inside his pants and she found she was too curious to stop. His own hand returned to touching her, only now, it was more focused. Every movement of his fingers landed on exactly the right spot and like a virtuoso musician he began to play her like an instrument. Kiley closed her eyes and ignored those warning signals as a wave of pleasure carried her away.

Suddenly, he extracted himself and moved off the bed. Her eyes found him at her bedside and he was quickly disrobing. She sat up and moved back against the headboard. Her movement had caught his eyes and he glanced at her and smiled. Once, he had stopped touching her, all her fears and doubts returned. Number one, she didn't like him and having sex with him was wrong, even if his touch did feel amazing. Number two, she was sure that he was only tightening his control over her with this act. And lastly, if she gave in and let him possess her, he would always have this hold over her. There would be no pretending that it did not happen.

As he started to undo his pants, Kiley said, "I revoke your invitation."

He looked up at her in surprise and began to automatically move backwards to her front door. Briefly, she saw a flash of anger in his eyes. Kiley grabbed his cast off clothes and followed him. By the time, he passed over her threshold, he was once again smiling smugly at her.

Kiley threw his clothes at him and said, "Go find someone else to torment, I'm not your plaything anymore."

She made to shut the door and he said, "Wait, you think that you have put me in my place, but are you sure of that?"

He stood there with that smug look and Kiley felt a moment of doubt.

"There are consequences for defying me and running away," said Eric.

"I don't belong to you," said Kiley.

"I think that you do, now," he replied.

There was something in that smug look that caused a shiver of fear to pass down her spine.

"You're afraid," he said. "You should be."

He stared at her coldly now. He was bluffing, she thought. Trying to manipulate her and get inside her head, she thought. He was trying to scare her into submitting to him.

Eric watched her closely and that smile returned. Kiley so wanted to slap it off his face, to the point that her hand twitched.

"That temper of yours is a weakness," said Eric. "I can teach you how to control it."

"I'm done playing games with you, Sheriff Northman," said Kiley.

"We're only getting started," said Eric. "But, I'm afraid that the advantage just swung to my favor."

"I don't have the time to waste on you," said Kiley who once again began to close the door.

Eric put out his hand and stopped her from closing the door.

"I see that I need to spell it out for you," said Eric. "I've bitten you several times, now. Did you notice anything different about tonight?"

Kiley stared back at him. What is he talking about? It certainly hurt more this time, she thought.

"Why don't you take a look at your thigh and tell me what you see or rather what you don't," said Eric.

Kiley looked down and the skin of her thigh was unbroken. The fang marks were gone. She touched the spot and then looked back at Eric.

"Is it becoming clear to you, yet?" he said.

Now, that he had her undivided attention, he continued, "I purposely bit you deeply and cut that pretty skin of yours. That's why it hurt so much. After I drank my fill, I bit my own wrist and let my blood flow into the wound. Of course, it healed your skin, but a little side-effect is that some of my blood directly entered your bloodstream. Now, I admit that it's not the usual way of binding someone, but the end result is the same. My blood is inside you."

He's lying, thought Kiley. She had never heard of a vampire binding someone like that. Yet, if he bled into an open wound, wouldn't his blood mix with hers?

When he saw that doubt had crept onto her face, his smile grew bigger.

"You've been around vampires enough to realize what my blood will do to you. But, just so you understand fully, my blood is extremely powerful and it's effects won't wear off," said Eric. "Why don't you just make it easy on yourself and let me back inside. We have things to discuss, you and I."

"I don't believe you," said Kiley. "And I'm not letting you back in here. Pam's invitation is revoked as well."

"You will believe me, I assure you," said Eric. "Go ahead and try to run. I will find you and bring you back and then your education will really begin."

Eric walked off her porch and gazed at her a moment before flying away. Kiley shut the door and slid down it to the floor. She touched her thigh and began to cry. She allowed herself a moment to feel sorry for herself and then wiped her tears away. She wasn't done, yet. She wasn't just going to give up and become his pet and do his bidding. She still had a few tricks up her sleeve that vampire wasn't aware of. And as a last resort, she had her precious insurance policy. She stood up and moved with a renewed purpose.