Synopsis: Carrie Corbett was used to deal with supernatural beings, but nothing could prepare her for her new handsome, tall, Viking vampire boss, Eric Northman. She is adapting to her new life as a Fangtasia worker when she reencounters her old high school love, the guy she had a crush on and who never looked at her as anything else than a child, Alcide Herveaux, who doesn't like Carrie's new employment. To make her life even better, someone who was chasing her new co-workers seem to get suddenly interested in her, and surely she shouldn't be thinking how to decide between her sexy, mysterious vampire boss or her kind, caring werewolf friend. Heart problems are strange.

AN: Hi everybody! This is the third story I publish here, but my first True Blood one. Before we get started, I want you to know, that this 23 chapter-length story doesn't follow any plot of the show, I just used the things I liked the most, the characters in the moment where I prefer them (for example, no Warlow, no Willa, no Nicole here) to create the scenario where my OC, Carrie, will live. You'll see in which moment of their lives are the canon characters as the story go on. This is a rated M story because, well, this is True Blood, my darlings. Vampires, sex and blood, so be ready. With that said, I hope you enjoy the reading. Reviews and PM are always welcome!

When Eric and Pam talk in Swedish I used an online translator… if any of you know Swedish and you see any mistake, let me know! The translations will be always at the end of the chapter.

True Blood's rights aren't mine nor any of the characters. But all the OCs are mine.

Chapter I: Bad Things

When you came in the air went out.

And every shadow filled up with doubt.

I don't know who you think you are,

But before the night is through,

I wanna do bad things with you.

- Bad Things, Jace Everett.

"Have I ever told you that you are completely crazy, Carrie?" Charlie's voice said, my best friend, through the speaker of my phone. I laughed quietly as I walked, the sun setting behind me.

"Yes, Charlie, you've said that so many times I lost count." I sighed as I hurried. It was nearly eight o'clock, and I didn't want to be late.

"Look, honey, I'm in favor of integration, civil rights for vampires and all that, but working with them? That's an entirely different thing. You can get yourself in danger, Carrie."

I sighed. My friend Charlotte was great, and she considered herself very open-minded and progressive, but she wasn't it as much as she thought.

"Charlie, I need a job. Also, I'm just going to an interview, I don't think they'll give it to me."

Charlie laughed from the other line.

"Are you kidding? If you show up, the job is yours. But I ask you not to do so. I'm afraid they do something to you."

"Look, I know it worries you that in the moment I walk through the door they pounce on me like a pack of blood thirsty dogs, but that's why Tru Blood is for. Also, if I see something weird, I'll be the first one to get the hell out of there, okay?"

Charlie sighed from the other line, irritated.

"You're a loggerhead." She growled. "Okay, do whatever you want. But call me when you end the interview. I'll walk you home by phone."

I laughed at her protective side. Charlie and I were friends since we were five years old, and we protected at each other in high school. Us against the world, that was our motto. But I had always been more tolerant than her, and while she spent three weeks sleeping with a crucifix under her pillow when vampires came out of the coffin, I wasn't surprised. I had always known they were there, along with many other things. Simply, I hadn't said anything about it. I didn't want anybody to call me 'insane'.

"Done." I promised, smiling. "Talk to you later."

"Don't get bit."

I hung up with a laugh just when I visualized the bar. Big red letters were off, but Fangtasia could be read clearly. Fang-tasia. Haha. Those vampires, always joking around.

I went to the club and, hesitating, I knocked on the door. I took a deep breath and readjusted my skinny jeans; I repositioned the V-neckline of my white t-shirt. A window opened in the door while I was smoothing my hair with my fingers and a head of a woman with short blonde hair, in her thirties, definitely human, appeared behind it. I raised my eyebrows at her look of distrust.

"What do you want? The bar's closed." She said shrilly, and I used my most charming 'I'm-a-sweetie-for-God's-sake-hire-me' smile.

"I'm here for a job interview."

The window closed and I stood there, puzzled, wondering what I should do. I was going to knock again when the window opened.

"Name?" The woman said, she seemed to tiptoe to be able to look at me through the window.

"Ah, Carrie Corbett."

The window closed again and I frowned, but the door opened, she smiled widely. Her face reminded me a little to a frog who had abused of her makeup. She wore very shiny clothes and at least two sizes small, judging by how tight it looked, although she was very thin.

"Come in, come in..." she said, motioning with her arm to me to enter the room. I obeyed, with a smile, and looked around. Everything was very... vampiric, in the theatrical sense of the word. The walls were red and the furniture was black, with a vintage touch. Although, of course, who knew how old was the one who had furnished the place. At the front of the room, there was a small stage with a padded black wooden throne in the center. I raised an eyebrow, wondering who would sit there. "Sorry, you never know what kind of people is going to come over here, you know?"

I shrugged and smiled again.

"Don't worry. It's normal. You're alone?"

She shrugged.

"Awake, yes. I'm Ginger, by the way. Want a drink?"

I extended my smile.

"An iced tea would be great." I said, following her to the bar. "I see you have a lot of responsibility, Ginger. If they leave you in charge of everything while they sleep..."

Ginger smiled, shaking a hand dismissively.

"Oh, well, if they hire you I won't be alone anymore. I'm sure we'll become great friends." She said, smiling. I smiled back, not so sure. The fang marks she had in the neck, arms, chest and legs let me know the type of employee she was. The type I was not going to be.

"I hope so." I said to Ginger, giving the first sip of my iced tea. "Well, and who's the Boss?"

Ginger opened her eyes, resting her elbows on the bar.

"Oh, tell me when you see him. His name is Eric, and he is..."

"I am very curious to know what I am, Ginger." A soft male voice said. "Continue."

I turned to find a six-foot tall vampire, blond and with broad shoulders, who looked at us raising an eyebrow. I turned toward him with raised eyebrows, trying to keep my jaw from dropping. My God, what a man. He had blue eyes, broad forehead and short dark blond hair slicked back, his thin but well-defined lips formed a smirk adorning his face. He wore a black shirt and jeans of the same color, with a leather jacket. I bit my lip for a second while I looked him up and down as nonchalantly as I could. Across the bar, Ginger mumbled something incomprehensible.

"Excuse me?" The vampire said, that Eric guy, I guessed, as he came closer to us. I smiled.

"I think Ginger was going to say that you're a good boss who treats his employees well, and that she could not think of a better job."

Eric's eyes were fixed on me, and I swallowed. His pale skin seemed almost chiseled by a Scandinavian God or something like that.

"And you are?"

I smiled widely, I wanted a job in his bar, after all.

"Carrie Corbett." I said, reaching out to the vampire, not quite sure if they shook hands. Apparently not, because Eric looked at my hand and then looked up at my face with a raised eyebrow.

"That name should mean something to me?" Eric said.

"She's one of the candidates for the employment." a feminine, seductive and low voice said from the other side of the bar. "She has an interview today."

Eric turned to the woman, and I tiptoed to look over his shoulder at who had spoken. It was a blonde vampire, with long hair, blue eyes and huge lips, with a sarcastic expression in her eyes. She was wearing jeans and sky-high heels, a pale pink silk blouse showed her figure perfectly. Is that all vampires were beautiful and the sexy as hell?

"And why was I not informed?" Eric asked, his voice was soft, but had a threatening hint. The woman raised a well-shaped eyebrow.

"I left a note on your desk three days ago. You've been too busy to..."

"Nrdisrespect mig, Pam!" Eric said in a language I did not recognize, but the anger in his voice was palpable. The vampire woman nodded and turned around, disappearing through a door. That was when I saw that an Afro-American vampire woman was behind her, and followed her without a word. Eric turned to me.

"If you can follow me to my office, Miss Corbett..." he said in a bored voice, turning and starting to walk into a room in the background. I raised an eyebrow at his back; from behind he was flawless as well. I looked at Ginger, who nodded and whispered:

"I told you so."

I smiled and saw that Eric had turned around, looking first at Ginger and then at me with a questioning look. I cleared my throat and followed him. Eric opened the door to his office and waited for me to go in first, holding the door. I smiled shyly, but he, again, just looked bored. I heard him inhaling when I passed in front of him and when I turned to look at him, moving away the black hair from my face, his eyes were narrowed, his eyebrows a bit furrowed. Eric coughed as he walked past me and sat in the chair behind his desk.

"What was my faithful employee talking about?" Eric said, moving some papers on his desk until he found a folder with what I recognized as my resume in it.

"Excuse me?" I said, not understanding him. Eric raised a blond eyebrow at me once again.

"Ginger has said 'I told you so'. What did she mean?"

I blinked a few times and then I opened my mouth, hesitating.

"Did you hear that, Mr...?"

"Northman. Eric Northman. And yes, I've heard it." He sighed, and said in a tedious voice. "Miss Corbett, I am vampire, and as such I have a special set of skills as a keen ear, superhuman strength and speed, etc… I assume you have not dealt with vampires before?"

I cleared my throat, assimilating the information.

"No. Well, yeah... not really, but..."

Eric raised his eyebrow a bit.

"Which of the two answers do we pick, Miss Corbett?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Interviews always made me nervous, but this one was being extremely difficult.

"Well, Mr. Northman, I had been working, until a few weeks ago, at a bar here, in Shreveport, called The Red Wolf. As you may know, it's a place for..."

"Werewolves." Eric said. "I do not see how that information will help you to get a job in my bar."

"You haven't let me finish." I said, and he raised his other eyebrow. "There is where Shreveport wolves hang out, and some humans too." I shrugged. "Wolves' girlfriends or people who don't know where they're getting into. Anyway, I had been working there as a waitress for about a year, the pack master is a friend of my brother and knew I needed a job, he got me that one."

Eric straightened his back.

"Are we talking about Alcide Herveaux?"

I furrowed my brow, a little shocked.

"Do you know Alcide?"

Eric nodded quietly.

"I guess you could say that... we maintain a friendly business relationship."

I raised my eyebrows, pretty surprised.

"Really? I thought werewolves and vampires hated each other."

"And it is so, dear Miss Corbett. But Alcide has the power to avail me very occasionally. And we have a mutual friend." Eric bit her lip. "Why did you quit working there?"

"I was fired."

"May I ask why?"

"I fought with a client." Eric raised his eyebrows, demanding more details. "It was a werewolf, Rikki, and I refused to serve her the free drinks she was demanding. She did that yellow-eyes shit and said 'I'll tear you apart.'" I said, imitating the raspy voice of the wolf. "I threw a beer to her face, she jumped the counter, and I was kicked out the bar for the rest of my life. Werewolves like a lot that 'lifetime' things."

Eric chuckled, and I could see his smile was nice too. I noticed how I blushed and I swallowed hard, trying to stop it.

"Yes, wolves are greatly exaggerated. And in the time you worked for them, no vampire crossed your way?"

"No, Mr. Northman."

Eric moved so fast that I hadn't time to sink it in before I had him at an inch of my face. I looked into his eyes, his gaze piercing me. Or trying to.

"Are you being honest, Miss Corbett?"

I nodded.

"Of course, Mr. Northman." Eric looked confused and tilted his head, half-smile on his face.

"Because if you wasn't, you would say it, am I right?"

"I can't see why I have to lie to you."

Eric returned to his desk muttering something in that strange language. It seemed... Swedish? No idea.

"See, Mr. Northman, of course I've heard of the skills of the vampires. But I don't really trust wolves to tell the truth. You said yourself that they are greatly exaggerated." I bit my lip, hesitant to raise my next question.

"Miss Corbett, I can see a jammed question on your beautiful throat from here." Eric said as he returned to settle in his chair. I blushed visibly and Eric broadened his smile. He looked like he was having a great time with me. I ignored the compliment (I didn't know whether to like it or worry about it) and I half smiled.

"I was wondering if it is true that vampires can hypnotize people."

"We can... usually. We call it glamouring." I frowned, but I did not dare to ask anything else. "And Mr. Herveaux is informed of your dismissal, and this interview?"

I furrowed my brow a bit.

"Eh... As I said, he's a friend of my brother. I've known him since childhood, but my brother hadn't seen him for a few years until we moved to Shreveport a little more than a year ago. I haven't seen him in a long time, years. I don't inform him of every step I take in my life, but I thanked him for getting me the job through my brother, and for that matter, I neither inform my brother of everything I do."

"And your parents, Miss Corbett?"

Every time he said 'Miss Corbett' a chill went down my spine.

"They live in Jackson."

Eric nodded, eyeing my resume.

"Okay, and for which job are you coming?"

"Ah, I'm interested in the assistant job. By phone I was told that it would consist on doing daytime routine tasks that you can't do. I think I'd be good in that."

Eric nodded.

"Miss Corbett, I must say I found you very interesting. We will call you."

I nodded and stood up, Eric walked before me to open the door.

"Mr. Northman, is against me to have worked in a werewolf bar?"

Eric smiled.

"Knowing why you were fired, I would say no."

I smiled and left the office, Eric inhaled again when I walked past him, and I noticed how the hair on my neck got up.

When I left Fangtasia I lit a cigarette, looking at the sky, completely dark now. The vampire bar was removed from the core of the city, and my bike was in the garage, so I had to go like I came; walking. I squared my shoulders and started to walk down the side of the road, thinking about the strangest interview ever. I got The Red Wolf job without any interview, Alcide had interceded for me, and, being the pack master, no one could deny his requests. Also, I was very good at my job. I'm good at serving people, I'm friendly, funny, I smile a lot and I listen to the customers who need to talk. But there are limits. I vaguely wondered if Alcide had heard something about my dismissal. I didn't think so, because if so, he would have called Ethan, my brother, and he would have called me to give me a lecture.

"Hey, you" a voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned my head over my shoulder, only to see a group of four boys about twenty feet away. Human, thankfully. I decided to ignore them.

"I'm talkin' to ya, fangbanger!" Another guy shouted, and I hurried. Maybe I wasn't so lucky that they were humans.

"What's it? Ya don't like your own species?" Another voice yelled, and I was surprised to hear it closer. I turned around again. They were definitely closer.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted over my shoulder, and I heard his footsteps quickening. My heart started beating a mile a minute and I started running, throwing the cigarette to the floor. Wearing high heels, I knew they were going to catch me. And so it was, quickly a body rammed me, throwing me to the ground. My face hit the asphalt and I felt it burn.

"What? Ya don't like bein' touched by a livin' man?" The boy I had over me said, clutching my ass so hard it hurt. I turned quickly and hit a punch with all my strength; my hand hurt terribly, but I took advantage of the distraction to get up again and take off my shoes, I ran barefoot through the floor, heels in hand.

Soon, a tug on my hair made me stop suddenly, with a cry of pain. I turned, still screaming, with a shoe in my hand and hit him with all my strength. I froze when I saw that the heel of my shoe had penetrated the neck of my assailant, who looked at me with wide eyes.

"Oh, my God..." I mumbled, pulling the heel off his neck. A stream of blood left his body and the boy fell to his knees, I cried, frightened. "Oh, God! Sorry!"

"You bitch..." Another of them said, jumping to me and hitting me in the face with all his strength, I fell down and hit my head, something cracked. My jaw was on fire. I was half unconscious, but I was still feeling the pain, they were kicking my stomach and my legs, making me whimper, but my body didn't respond. I tried to move to protect the soft tissues of the body, my face, whatever, but I couldn't. I fell into a cloud of red pain and darkness while I listened to my own moans. Suddenly, I heard a scream, and I had to stop and think if it was mine. No, it wasn't.

I heard quick steps and cries of fear, after that some crunches and some sort of animal roar. Something warm and wet fell on my face; I closed my eyes as I felt another person's blood entering my mouth, mixed with my own.

Cold arms slid under me and lifted me in the air, I whined, everything hurt, I probably had a broken rib. Probably more than one. I noticed a sudden movement and I whimpered again, a change in the atmosphere around me surprised me a lot. Suddenly, I was on a soft and cool surface.

"Open your mouth, Miss Corbett." A distant voice said, but it was vaguely familiar. I obeyed, without thinking. A mild liquid fell on my tongue; it was sweet, thick and generated an incredible response in my body. With great effort, I raised my hands to find the source of where the liquid came, I grabbed the cold wrist with the little strength I had left and pressed it against my mouth, drinking directly from the open flesh. The more I drank, the more I wanted to drink, and I heard a distant moan that didn't seem of pain.

"Shhh..." the voice said, and pulled the wrist away from my mouth slowly, I growled, but I couldn't do anything to get it back. "Bedtime. When you wake up, you will feel better."

As if more than advice it would have been an order, I closed my eyes and I fell into a confused sleep.

Translations:

Nrdisrespect mig, Pam!- Don't disrespect me, Pam!

AN: So this was chapter 1! I will post a chapter a week or so, maybe two depending on the week. Hope you like it!