Disclaimer: I don´t own the original characters nor the idea of the TV Show Moonlight. I don´t earn money with this story.
This fanfic is a spin-off of Newborn and Blood of the Lily. Jenna, thank you so much that you gave me your permission to use your characters and your Moonlight world. Feel hugged.
I think I should mention that Mick, Beth and Josef won´t be the main characters in my fanfic. There will be two parts and they will appear in the second part. The main characters will be Gabriel and my own character.
This is my first fanfiction and I hope that I can find some readers. Oh and of course, you can leave me reviews.
Translated: Cleo28
Beta: Moonjat54
Jat, thank you for beta-reading.
Foreword
Fate. It is said that it would be the power that determines the life of humans. A prescribed path that is already planned since your birth and you cannot change it. This then brings into question whether it really is possible to take your own destiny in hand; to determine your life. Certainly it is possible the decisions you make in life, to chart a different path but is it really free will which allows you this or is it your fate which brings you to make the right decision?
Lily had never before thought about her fate. Why should she? Humans live their lives but sometimes you inevitably wonder; what if I had taken a different path at a certain point in my life. What then would my life look like? This question had led her to think about her fate and one thing was clear, her life had changed.
Four weeks ago she had been living a normal, simple life and now she was in a mansion in Los Angeles. Many would say that she had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But was that really so? Or was it fate? She was sure that it wasn't the wrong time and the wrong place. Lily had gone to a meeting she had always enjoyed. This meeting made it possible to meet friends in reality that she already knew from the Internet. But then tragedy struck. Men dressed and armed like soldiers entered the room. She tried to erase the memories of that afternoon from her mind. She did not want to think about what had happened in the following hours. She did not want to see the terrible images again. She did not want to think about these insane men who had described themselves as the Legion and wanted to punish all in the room for their fondness for the mystery genre.
Now she was in the witness protection program. But somehow she thought it would be different. A new name, a new resume, a new job. But this was not going the way she had expected. Why not?