Authors Note:
This is the first fanfiction I have written and welcome all criticism and response this may generate. This has been based off the television series, so book readers I apologize. The concept of True Blood and the Newlin family do not belong to me. I take no credit. Thank you to everyone that took the time and chance to read!
Delilah Eden Newlin hadn't really known what to expect when she had decided to run to Las Vegas, but she could never have imagined the strip; not in her wildest dreams. It was an oasis of life in the empty heartless dessert. Buildings sprang from the ground towards the sky and each one was decked out in neon flashing lights. Everywhere you looked was another hotel or casino, wedding chapel, strip club, even the McDonalds was flashy. The Eiffel Tower soared above the buildings, and she could spot the great Sphinx of Egypt, Delilah felt as if she was seeing the whole world in just the blink of an eye.
Suddenly Delilah relaxed for the first time since she had begun her journey a week ago. Her brother would certainly never be able to find her here, and certainly there were other people in this massive city that held rare abilities just like her. Looking around at all the magicians' advertisements she knew her thoughts to be true. Maybe, just maybe, she could be normal and not a freak hidden from all humanity; especially with Vampires as the main focus these days.
Vampires coming out of the coffin had been both a blessing and a curse for Delilah's family. They had brought her father and brother into the spot light, creating more wealth and power than they ever imagined, but it had also been her father and mother's death. Her brother Steve had only given her the bare details, stating that it was a vampire assignation. Due to the views of the Church her father had quickly gained enemies.
Sometimes Delilah had trouble believing anything her brother had told her, but this time it had made sense and she couldn't think of any other reason someone would want to harm her father.
Suddenly the GPS cut into her thoughts, "Turn left in 200 feet; turn left." Delilah was very happy she had spent the extra money for the feature; there was no way she could have found the rental place in all the flashing lights. She parked the car and walked inside.
The office was small and rather cramped, with advertisements pasted on all the walls offering various deals and automobiles. Delilah had just begun studying an offer for nightly service designed for the convenience of their vampiric customers when a young man dressed in a rather cheep set of trousers and button up rushed over.
"So sorry ma'am for the wait, how may I help you?" He was smiling sincerely enough, but his eyes kept darting around the room and he was rocking from side to side in what seemed an attempt at standing still. His obvious discomfort was putting her on edge.
"I need to return my car--"
"Oh I can help you with that!" And with an amount of energy only reserved for two year olds hurried out with his clip board to her car and began the inspection. By the time Delilah had caught up with him he was almost finished.
"Ms. Eden, ok I see you filled up the gas tank, and there is no obvious damage to the car so if you follow me inside we can get you all wrapped up!" With this he smiled at her again. His energy was really beginning to make her uncomfortable.
"How did you get my name?" She couldn't remember having gotten the chance to introduce herself earlier in the office.
"The license plate numbers, they are all stored in our system, I just run them and it pulls up all the information on the driver we've lent it to. In this case you Ms. Eden. Your name is Lily Eden correct?" His face seemed contorted in confusion as he wondered why it mattered so much. If he only knew…
"Oh… yes of course. I was just curious! Technology these days! " Delilah once again was thankful to her mother for helping establish a new name for her. All this technology would have made it impossible to disappear without an alias. And she quickened her pace to keep up with her over energetic clerk back inside.
When she had finished up, the clerk had offered the names and locations of some nicely priced hotels for the night. A bed and darkness sounded extremely ideal at the moment. She wanted time alone with her thoughts.
The room was small and cozy. The paintings on the wall were of various scenes around the city and the walls were covered in some old floral pattern you find on your grandmother's curtains. The window opened into a view of other rooms, but she was grateful that it faced away from the never ending flashing lights. There was a small table by the door and a microwave on the counter she assumed was supposed to act as a kitchen. The bathroom was small with a standing shower and a toilet close enough to the sink, she wasn't entirely sure she would need to stand to wash her hands.
She didn't have many things with her so unpacking was rather useless. Delilah had the pair of clothes she was in and a spare set, the cash from her account, some pictures from her room, and her violin. Not much to start a new life with, but at least she was free to make her own decisions. She felt incredibly dirty as she remembered the last time she'd been able to shower was three days ago and quickly jumped in the shower. She let the hot water run over her long dark hair and cramped muscles. Delilah was extremely pale and suddenly wondered if the clerk had been nervous because he mistook her for a vampire. When she had finished, Delilah wrapped one of the motel towels around her and lay down on the bed.
The plan of escape had originally been planned to include both her mother and her, but the assignation had changed that.
Delilah looked over at the newspaper sitting on the small table and willed it to come to her. It lifted into the air and floated over to gently rest in her lap. She started searching through the classifieds. Her father had absolutely hated Delilah for her gift and abilities. How could God do this to me? He would always repeat in her presence. Reverend Theodore Newlin was too good and holy to have a telekinetic daughter; his solution was locking her in the basement until the world forgot she existed.
From that moment on her only human contact was her mother and at times her brother Steven. Delilah's name was not to be mentioned in public nor was she to be referenced towards in conversations. It didn't take long for her to become the forgotten daughter of the Fellowship of the Sun.
Her mother in attempts to atone for his actions had smothered her with affection. She would often sneak gifts or books down to her room. Eventually her mother had realized Delilah's love for music and provided everything a person would need to learn. Over time she had become masters of the piano, violin, cello, harmonica, harp, saxophone, drums, guitar, and any other instrument she could get her hands on. The singing had come naturally to her as well and her mother had arranged for a private tutor. The private tutor was allowed only under the deception that Delilah was a distant cousin.
The thoughts of her mother made Delilah feel so incredibly alone in this huge world and silent tears began to stream down her cheeks. The grief of her mother's death pushed through the excitement she'd been hiding it in on the journey over. She could still feel the warm embraces, see her mother's brown eyes light up from a joke that was told, and smell her perfume of jasmine. She could hear the excitement in her whispers as they planned their getaway. Delilah knew that when her mother had made the decision to escape and disappear Rev Newlin had done something unforgivable. She rolled over and curled up for sleep wondering if the screams she'd heard at night were the reason the vampires had attacked. The search through the classifieds forgotten in her dreams.