Chapter 3

The Position

After Eve walked into the apartment, she re-locked the door as her mom came in from the kitchen.

"What are you doing home so early?" her mom asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

"Well…I might have, you know, quit my job," Eve said, trying to walk around her to go up stairs.

"You what?" her mom asked, stepping in her way, "Why did you quit?"

"The thing is…I might have been fired first," Eve said, innocently, "I don't exactly remember what came first with all the shouting."

"Okay, that still doesn't explain why," she said.

Eve sighed, "It might have had something to do with the vampire that walked into the bar tonight."

"A vampire?" she asked, "Did he hurt you?"

"No, he didn't hurt me," Eve said, "I actually defended him. John was refusing service and he got all handsy…"

"The vampire?" her mom asked concerned.

"No, John did," Eve answered, "It wasn't the first time but it was the last. Mom, you have no idea the crap I had to put up with. So, I quit."

"It's late and I don't want to wake up your brother," her mom said, "We can finish this in the morning."

"Thanks mom," Eve said before kissing her mom on the cheek and headed toward the stairs. After climbing a few, she turned around, "I also might have found another job."

"This quickly?" her mom asked.

"Yeah, there's this potential job opportunity that opened up like five minutes ago. I don't know what the job would entail or even if I would take it," she said.

"Why wouldn't you take it?" her mom asked.

"Why?" Eve repeated, "Well, my employer would be…a vampire," whispering the last part.

"I didn't get the last part," her mom said, stepping closer."

Eve sighed before, "She said 'a vampire'!" Jimmy said, coming down the stairs to stand before his sister.

"Jimmy! Go to bed," Eve said, "Its too late for you to be up."

"I always miss out on all the important stuff," he complained before going back up the stairs.

Eve looked back at her mom, "I'll see you in the morning," she said before running up stairs to her room before her mom could say anything else.

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It was Sunday early afternoon, when Eve woke up and came downstairs. Before she could have coffee, her little brother was asking questions.

"So, what are vampire really like?" he asked, "Are they more like Buffy vampires or Twilight vampires?"

"Jimmy, stop with the questions," their mom said, "Go play."

"But I really want to know," he complained.

"I would love to know too but Eve needs some coffee first," she said.

"Fine," he said before running off.

"Mom," Eve said.

"So, this job," her mom said, "I don't want you taking it."

Eve took her cup and sat down across from her mom, "It might be the only job out there. We need the money. Living here is not cheap," she said, "Look, I haven't said 'yes' yet. I'm going to talk to him tonight."

"I'm going with you," her mom said.

"What? No," Eve said, "Taking your mother to a job interview…doesn't reek confidence. And what about Jimmy? Why not just bring him along too. It can be a family outing," she said sarcastically.

"Oh, mom please!" Jimmy said, running into the kitchen, "I want to meet the vampire."

"See, someone is excited about the opportunity," Eve said.

Eve's mom just looked at her, "Fine. You can go, but I want you back at a decent time."

"Thank you, mom, for giving me permission," Eve sarcastically said.

"Me too?" Jimmy asked, looking at their mom.

"I don't think I could stand loosing both of you," their mom said.

"Mom, nothing is going to happen," Eve said, "If his intension is to kill me, he had plenty of time to kill me last night," her mom looked at her, "Maybe I shouldn't have said that."

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That night, Eve got tired of her mom's nagging and her brother's questions, so she waited outside on the steps. She sat down and waited. All she heard was cars driving by and a loud party going on down the street. She started to fidget with her shirt. She didn't know what to wear to something like this. She saw on the news what girls wore, Fangbangers they were called, when getting involved with vampires. She wasn't wearing anything like that. She had no intention of being one of those girls.

Eve waited a few more minutes when a black car pulled up to her apartment building. She stood up and watched a beautiful, Spanish woman get out of the back seat. You shouldn't really say woman because it was obvious she was a vampire.

Eve looked behind her at the front door. The door that lead to safety.

"It's alright if you change your mind," the Spanish vampire said, "Godric would understand. He thought that you would be nervous about getting into the car. He wanted me to tell you: You will be under his protection. You can not be touched."

Eve looked back at the vampire, "You'll take me straight to Godric," she said.

"You have my word," the vampire said.

Eve looked down at her feet before making her way down to the car. The vampire stood out of the way so she could enter the car, "Is that your son?" the vampire asked.

Eve looked back at the apartment and saw Jimmy looking out the window. He looked white as a ghost, "No, he's my brother," Eve said, "He's been bugging me all afternoon about coming with me to meet the vampire."

"Shall we go," the vampire said, gesturing to get in the car.

With one more look at her brother, Eve got into the back seat.

"My name is Isabel," the vampire offered.

"Eve Jones," Eve replied.

"Thank you," Isabel said as Eve looked confused, "Godric talked about what you did at the bar. I only wish there were more humans like you."

"We are just shocked that vampires exist," Eve said, "People will get over it."

"I wish that I could believe that completely," Isabel said.

To be truthful, Eve didn't know what to except about anything. The car pulled into a long driveway that led to a mansion.

"Godric lives here?" Eve asked.

"Yes," Isabel answered, "And a few others."

Eve followed Isabel into the mansion and then into one of many large rooms. She could only guess that the room she was in was the parlor room. As she entered, Godric was waiting for them.

"I'm so glad you could come," Godric said, "Please have a seat," he gestured.

"You have a really nice and huge home," Eve said, "Is that why I'm here? You need a house maid."

Isabel laughed.

"No, child, that isn't the employment I had in mind for you," Godric said, almost smiling himself.

"Alright, I'm listening," Eve said.

"It has come to my attention that I need someone to oversee the house while…we can't oversee it ourselves during the daytime," he said, "Like I said last night, its more of a human assistant that makes sure everything runs smoothly. You would make sure any contracts or business actually becomes completed. I would also need you to make sure our human companions have everything they might need."

Eve hesitated, "Wouldn't that make me your pimp?"

The parlor room was silent until Isabel started to laugh once again, "I like this human," she said.

Even Godric couldn't help but crack a smile, "Your responsibilities wouldn't include finding humans to feed from," he said.

"I thought you drank from Tru Blood now," Eve said.

"It takes awhile to get used to the taste. It does give us substance but some of the vampires that work for me still have a hard time converting," he said.

"How much would you pay me to do all of this and how much do I have to be committed?" Eve asked.

"You are free to quit at anytime," he said, "I will not force you to stay on if you do not feel comfortable. As for salary, you can name your price."

She stared wide eyed at Godric, "Anything?"

"Some of the humans that already work for Godric have chosen another means of payment," Isabel said.

"I'm not following," Eve said.

"For their services, the payment is giving and taking of blood," Isabel explained, "It is quite sexual and pleasing feeling to humans. It can be very rewarding than actual payment."

"Oh," Eve said slowly, "Oh," with more understanding. She looked away and closed her eyes, "For me, I would say actual monetary payment is the way to go," she said, opening her eyes.

It was obvious how uncomfortable Eve felt, "You're sure?" Isabel asked, smirking.

"Positive," Eve said.

"And if you change your mind?" Isabel continued.

"You'll be the first to know," Eve said. She had a hard time looking Godric in the eye after that conversation, "As for the monetary payment, what ever you think is far," she said to him.

"Since I'm the reason for you to lose your job, how about $5,000?" he asked.

"That sounds fair for a month," Eve agreed.

"You miss understand me," he said, "For a week."

Eve couldn't control the sound that came from her mouth. She wasn't even sure if the sound was human, "A week?!"

"Yes," he said, "Is that enough?"

"That's more than I made in a month working at the bar; including tips…And the tips were shit!" she said, "I'm sorry," she cleared her thought.

"Money is not my concern," he said, "When you've been around as long as I have, money isn't an issue and it generates."

"I bet it does," Eve said.

"Do you accept?" Isabel asked.

"I'd be crazy not to," she said, "And according to some people, crazy if I do…When do I start?"

"Than it's settled," Godric said, "I'm happy that you accepted. Please, feel free to start tomorrow. I'll send a human driver for you about 3:00 in the morning if you like so we can begin. I'll make sure everyone will know your place. It is just Isabel and I tonight, but tomorrow there will be more. If you have any concerns, don't hesitate to bring them to my attention. As long as you are employed by me, no harm will ever come to you. If I need to, we can take more precautions."

"I would rest up while you can," Isabel said, "The schedule might be hard to get used to at first."

"I'll try," Eve said.

"Do you have anything to ask?" Godric asked.

"Ah, from what you said earlier and if it's not too personal to ask…How old are you…exactly?" Eve asked.