So I haven't written FanFiction for a while and decided that with my love of Alan Rickman and Die Hard, that I would try to make a good story here. The story has been written up for a while and sitting on my computer for just me but I figured I would see if some other eyes would enjoy it. Enjoy!

"Are you sure? I'm not exactly dressed for that sort of thing." Erin said hesitantly, looking down at her denim shorts and worn white sneakers.

"Oh who cares!" replied a voice on the other line. She rolled her eyes and pressed her head against the wall next to her, looking out of the window. The dark orange rays of sun beaming over the top of the buildings across the street forced her to squint her eyes and look away. "It isn't as if you will know anyone there."

"Well it will look bad when everyone else is in suits and dresses." She explained.

"It won't matter I promise. If you get bored you can just go to the Drawing Room, or your room, or wherever you'd like." She sighed, not wanting to say no and disappoint him.

"Okay I'll come by later."

"Good! I'll see you soon." And with that she hung up the phone, running her fingers through her long dirty blonde hair.

"Frank?" came a voice from behind her. Erin sighed.

"He just got back." She said getting up and walking over to the girl trying to open a large box on the floor. "Wants me to come back tonight for a party."

"So which part of that are you unhappy about?" she asked through grit teeth, prying the box open. Erin handed her a pair of scissors off of the counter.

"I don't know. I'm sick of moving around." She watched as her friend was able to cut through the box.

"Didn't he say you could stay there when he's gone? Besides a bunch of Bill Gates will be there, might as well bang one for a night. Who knows maybe you'll get your own country out of it." she scoffed, forcing Erin to blush and laugh.

"I hope I remember to never come to you for advice." She said jokingly. Her friend snickered at the remark. "Besides Jen, would you trust a 19 year old with a house the size of this block?"

"Depends. Anyway I thought you liked him? I mean he is your godfather-."

"I'm not saying I don't, but it doesn't mean I automatically do. I hardly know the guy. It's not like I even knew he existed until a year ago."

"I still don't get why you chose to stay with me and my lunatic of a family all that time when you had him."

"Don't say that Jen. You know exactly why.." She said softly. Jen sighed, putting the dishes in her hands down.

"You should stay with him, Erin. It's what your parents clearly wanted. Talk to him about." She closed her eyes, trying not to think about them.

"I'll think about it."

But she knew in her heart she could no longer live the way she had been. For the past year she had been in and out of friend's houses and apartments, not wanting to intrude on someone for so long.

About an hour later, they had finally finished unpacking the boxes for Jennifer's new apartment. She was only two years older than Erin, but dropped out of school once her summer internship offered a full-time job in New York City. Erin told her she would have done the same, but both of them were from New Jersey, and the commute was unpleasant.

"Have fun tonight. Call me when you're on the train okay?" Jen said, laying a hand on her shoulder as Erin grabbed her things and walked over to the doorway. She smiled and nodded.

"I'll see you soon." She gave her a hug before smiling and walking out the door to leave.

She sighed, feeling her stomach turn at the thought of returning to the only family she had left. After walking down the now busy streets of New York, she had finally made it to Penn Station, pushing through crowds of people trying to catch their trains.

After waiting in line for the ticket dispenser, she quickly paid for her ticket and hurried to find the track her train would be on. As she finally found an empty seat, she felt her pocket begin to ring. It was Frank again.

"Hello?" she answered, watching people pass by her seat.

"Have you left yet?" he asked. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Yeah I'm on the train now. I should be in around 9:30."

"I see. I see. Shall I send a car for you?"

"No, I have one at the station, thanks." She felt relieved as the train began to move.

"Okay, no big deal. Listen…Erin…" his voice grew distant, and she turned white, afraid of what he might say. "Will you…have you…where have you been staying?" The conversation she had dreaded discussing.

"Frank it's loud on here, I'll talk to you when I get back." And without hesitation she hung up.

She felt bad, but the feeling quickly passed as she remembered whom she was talking to. In her eyes, he was the nonexistent godfather who had never showed his face until her parents died only a year and a half ago. She felt as if he was legally responsible…not that he actually wanted her.

Though she had just turned 18 at the time, she could decide to go and do whatever she pleased. But of course, you need money to do that, and even with her parents alive, it was not something they were used to having. It angered her even more to find that this godfather of hers was unbelievably rich. Yet not a cent was spared for the family that she had heard of.

It was strange, though. He had never shown interest while her parents were still alive, but now as they are deceased, and she isn't legally obligated to live with, why did he constantly contact her? Why did he want to create a relationship that was clearly not meant to be? It wasn't often that she troubled herself with these questions, due to his common absence. But a few times a year when he wasn't abroad, he would always try to get her to live with him or at least offer presents to get her to like him. Erin wasn't dumb. She accepted things she needed but that was the extent of their relationship.

Time flew by and she had soon made it back to New Jersey where she grabbed her keys and headed for the parking lot. After finding her a car, she opened the trunk and grabbed a white button down blouse. Closing the trunk and getting into the dark car, she looked around to make sure nobody could see her as she took her shirt off and slipped the blouse on. 'Might as well look a little decent.' She thought, throwing the other shirt into the back that had been stained from moving things all day. She turned the car on and waited for it to heat up as she pulled her makeup bag from the passenger seat, brushing her hair and spraying perfume she had found at the bottom of the bag.

She checked the mirror a few times to make sure everything looked okay before finally driving to her Godfather's. It wasn't a long drive, and she thought for a while that she wouldn't remember what house it was until she had found a street with cars parked everywhere and driving through a large circular driveway.

"How could I forget?" she mumbled to herself, getting a glimpse of the ridiculous fountain in the small yard of the driveway. Her heart began to pound, watching crowds of people walk in and out of the large doors looking as if they were on the red carpet.

"Keys?" a voice interrupted her thoughts, and she turned around to one of the valet men, who had also looked better than her.

"Oh, sorry…here." She handed him her keys and began walking towards the front door, where she could clearly see the foyer glistening in a golden light. She tried not to look at the people around her; afraid they would all be snickering about her outfit.

"Excuse me, miss." But before she could even get through the doors, a man in a plain tuxedo stopped her.

"I'm sorry, but you don't have the proper attire-."

"Erin!" Her face was red as she looked over the man's shoulder to see a familiar face coming towards her. She smiled as the old man, no taller than her pushed past the man and pulled her into a tight hug. He was a chubby old man, thin black glasses sat over his button nose and his eyebrows were about as bushy as the hair around his head. "It's good to see you! I trust your commute was not too painful?" she shook her head, feeling awkward as he grabbed her shoulder and guided her into the house.

"No no, it was fine. I'm sorry it took so long." She told him, his thick cologne making her want to gag.

"No trouble at all. Shall we go sit somewhere?" he asked, continuing to guide her into one of the rooms in the back of the house where no one was.

"Ho was London?" she asked, trying not to be awkward as they both sat down on a long gold couch. She looked around the brightly lit room she had remembered being the first time she came to the house. It was large and connected to the kitchen and two long hallways of doors that were always locked. A large fireplace sat in front of them, and behind it were long walls of screen doors that led to the large backyard.

"Wonderful, very wonderful. Have you been keeping up with your studies?" he asked bluntly. She swallowed hard.

"Yes." She said hesitantly. He nodded, not questioning her once.

"Then we shall see soon about transferring somewhere better I hope?" he asked. She could only nod at this. In his eyes, she had been going to Fordham University for the past year, the reason in which she could not stay with him. Little does he know, she had never applied to begin with.

"Well I don't want to beat around the bush here, so I'll get to the point." He told her, straightening his posture. "I want you to stay here in the house. You can very well commute to school." She waited for him to say something else, perhaps give her a reason as to why, but nothing came.

"I don't know." She began to say, beginning to grow uncomfortable.

"There's no reason to object. I have money, all the resources you need…" she just sat there with her mouth open…she knew she was horrible at lying and he was giving her no time to even think.

"I really don't know what to say." She told him.

"I'm your only family now." He said softly. She frowned, suddenly thinking about her parents, and then realizing how much she didn't want to get into that. "Please, Erin."

She then nodded.

"I guess I can-."

"Oh wonderful!" he grabbed both of her arms and stood her up, pulling her into another tight hug. "Come let us enjoy the party and when everyone is gone we shall discuss this arrangement further." And as quickly as she was dragged in there, she was dragged out.

"Before we discuss things…there's something I need to tell you." She told him, stopping him in the middle of the dining area. She then watched as he began to frown, his eyes looking past her.

"H-Hans it's good to see you!" he stuttered. She then watched as Frank pushed past her, forcing her to turn around and watch him shake the hands of a man much taller than him. His brown hair was combed neatly to the side, connected to a trimmed goatee that traveled along his jawline as well. His nose was large and his lips long and curvy, he stood with unbelievable posture in his black pin striped suit with a silver tie.

"You seem surprised, Franklin." Came a rich deep voice from the man. She studied him, trying to figure out his accent. She watched as Frank swallowed hard and smiled.

"Rumors travel fast, you know." He laughed nervously. About to walk away and leave the two to catch up, his voice stopped her.

"And who might this be?" she looked back to see the man's hazel eyes boring into hers, a small smile appearing onto his lips. She blushed as Frank grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to them.

"My goddaughter, Erin." She smiled politely and held out her hand, watching him take it and softly squeeze his large warm fingers against it.

"Hans Gruber." He replied with a smile. German. He was German.

"It's nice to meet you." She said.

"The pleasure is all mine." He said as she pulled her hand away.

"Hans maybe we should-."

"You know, Franklin, I do enjoy a good party." She watched his hand grab Frank's shoulders, forcing him to flinch. She watched hesitantly, sensing something must be wrong. Suddenly, she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She gasped and turned to see a large bald headed man standing behind her.

"But I do believe we have business to attend to. I think it would benefit both of us, if we could do this privately." He took his hand away and watched as Frank shook his head vigorously, shaking as he looked around.

"Er- Henry!" she watched as he hurried away towards his Butler. She then looked back at Hans who turned towards her, a thin smile creeping on his lips.

"You look scared." He said, folding his arms behind his back and walking towards her.

"I…I'm sorry I don't mean to…I just …don't know what's going on." She said, watching as everyone in the house began to leave. Hans smiled and came closer to her.

"My friends and I just want to have a few words with your…Godfather was it? I assume not a sibling of your parents, you're too beautiful to be related to him." She blushed, still confused as everyone continued to leave.

"You see, we're in business together."

"What sort of business?" she then watched as his smile faded, and he came closer to her.

"I think it's best perhaps, that you didn't know for now." He said lowly leaning close to her, forcing her to move back only to be stopped by the large body still holding her shoulder. "Come." He stepped out of the way and extended his arm out in front of him. She studied him carefully as she stepped forward, the hand on her shoulder sliding off. As she carefully walked past him, she felt his hand press itself on her lower back, guiding her to where the couches were. "Sit." He demanded, glaring at her. She slowly sat down on the couch looking around at the house that now had nearly ten people in it.

She watched as Frank began to walk towards her, but his arm was caught roughly as he walked by Hans.

"Over here." He growled, pushing him over to the couch across from hers. She watched as he ran his hand over the side of his hair, turning around and rolling his neck. He straightened out his suit and turned back around to face Frank.

"Do you know why I'm here, Franklin?" he asked, watching him like a hawk.

"Listen, Hans we can discuss this but not in front of the girl." Frank told him, his hand pointing towards her. Hans looked at her and returned his stare towards Frank.

"So you do know then?"

"Hans please not-."

"DON'T interrupt me!" he growled. "You're not in a position to tell me what to do." And as soon as the words left his mouth the sound of a gun cocking rang in her ears. She looked over to see the two men behind Frank pointing guns at him.

"No!" she stood up, fear rising inside of her. She was stopped quickly as two men on each side of her grabbed her arms and held her in place. Frank held a hand up to her, motioning for her to relax.

"I don't have what you came for." Frank said sternly.

"You expect me to believe that you greedy little Schwein!" he growled, grabbing Frank's collar.

"It's the truth, Hans! I don't have it!" Hans threw him back onto the couch.

"He's lying. You think you can steal from us?" one of the men shouted.

"Then go ahead and kill me if it will do you any good! I'm not afraid!" Frank shouted back. Hans smiled at this.

"That's the thing, Franklin. It won't do me any good to give you that sort of luxury." He hissed. "Fleeing from London with no word? Tut tut tut." She let out a shaky breath, watching Frank as he looked down at the folded hands in his lap. She then looked back at Hans who stared at him, his hands in his pockets.

"You must have known that I'd come for you." He said softly, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He then looked at her, his face serious. "I was expecting some sort of sob story Franklin, I have to say I'm a little disappointed." He slowly began to approach her, the hands holding her arms began to tighten their grip. "You never told me you had family…" she looked away from him, her forehead pressing into the arm of one of the men holding her. She shook as she felt the knuckle of his index finger lightly stroked her jaw. "For good reason I'm sure…"

"Don't touch her!" she heard him shout. Hans's hand dropped from her face as he turned back to her Godfather who regretted shouting almost immediately. She watched as he began to walk away.

"Just kill him Hans he's trained not to talk-."

"Please! Don't!" she shouted without even thinking.

"Halt die Schnauze!" growled Hans as he glared at the blonde holding her. Looking back at Frank. "Do you have it or not?"

"I'm not giving you anything!" he replied, his face bright red.

"Fine. We'll do it your way." He looked back at the blonde. "Karl, Ihr oben zu binden."

"No, please!" Frank shouted. She then felt the two men holding her cuff her wrists behind her back. Suddenly alert, she tried to get out of their hold. "She's just a girl! She knows nothing! Please take me! Kill me! Anything! Just don't take her! She doesn't deserve it!" she watched as he was now hysterical. As she felt tears fall down her cheeks she watched as Hans turned back to him.

"No. She doesn't deserve it. But you do." He said simply, nodding his head towards the door.

"Hans please!" she was then being carried out of the room as he heard his voice echo through.

"Heinrich, stay with Mr. Sullivan and make sure he doesn't leave this house." She heard Hans command. Suddenly she felt a heavy strip of duct tape being pulled over her mouth. She whipped her head away, now frightened, as she was being blind folded.

"No! Hans!" Franks voice still shouted. Her scream was then muffled as she felt herself being picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder. Tears began to fill her eyes as her heart pounded hard against her chest. She soon felt herself being taken outside where the cool breeze brushed over her legs. As soon as she heard a car door, she let out another muffled scream. She was set down onto her feet where she felt her sleeve being rolled up. A sharp pinch was felt in her arm, and suddenly she felt weak. In moments, everything was black.

Let me know what you all think! I write late at night so there is bound to be grammar errors and such, so if there are just give me a heads up and I'll fix this. Everything was a bit thrown together here, but the rest of the story is better I promise.