I sighed, brushing my blond hair out of my face. Another day of crazy, vampire-hating, adoptive parents trying to force their religious beliefs on me. Joyous. I lightly outlined my green eyes in a bright blue eyeliner while i pondered Steve and Sarah's recent activities.

They had apparently kidnapped a vampire and were holding him in the basement of the Fellowship of the Sun's church. They wanted me to read his mind and ascertain if he had any plans to escape, or if he was aware of any rescue plans. I was fine with that as long as they didn't want me to touch him, i didn't want however-many-centuries-he'd-been-alive worth of memories rushing through me.

"Brianna, hurry up. Your Father's waiting for us at the church!" I heard Sarah yell from downstairs.

"Coming, Mom!" I yelled back, slipping on a pair of black ballet flats. I'd learned to just say what they wanted to hear. They never even suspected me of being a 'sympathizer'.

"Oh, Honey, you look beautiful." Sarah gushed, straightening my green t-shirt. I just smiled. I really didn't like how close-minded her and Steve were... "Honey, what's the matter?"

Whoops, my thoughts must have been showing on my face... "Y-you guys aren't going to make me touch the vampire, right?" I said in a small voice. I was being truthful about not wanting to touch him, just not for the reason they thought.

"Oh, Honey, not if you don't want to. I wouldn't want to touch such an abomination either." She patted my cheek and I smiled at her while inside I was seething. First of all, Jesus taught us not to discriminate yet she was preaching discrimination, and two, she knew not to touch me. I hated feeling other people's memories wash through me. I especially hated hers because she had no reason to hate vampires anywhere in her memories.

I decided at that moment that if I had any chance to free this vampire of theirs, I would take it. Just to piss them off. If I had known how much this promise to myself would change my life, I would have made it sooner.

When we arrived at the church Steve was pacing, impatient to have me check his vampire for him.

"Ah, Brianna!" He exclaimed when he spotted me, "I'm glad you're here. I'm worried Godric may try to escape and I want you to check him and make sure he isn't."

I nodded and followed him into the basement, memorizing the layout in case I had a chance to free this Godric. The large steel door Steve unlocked may be a problem...

My train of thought was broken off at the sight of the boy in the room. He was standing impassively in the center of the room with silver chains on his wrists. He looked no older than nineteen, but I could tell from his eyes he was much, much older. He had short dark hair and deep blue-silver eyes. He looked at me curiously, but stayed silent. I had a strong urge to reach out and heal the welts on his wrists from the silver, but not even my 'father' knew of that power...

"Brianna," Steve said, bringing both my and Godric's attention to him, "this abomination is Godric." He said the word 'abomination' like a curse word. How he could call someone so beautiful an abomination was beyond me.

"Hello." I said quietly, dropping my shields and letting Godric's mind wash over me.

"Hello." He said in a similarly quiet tone. His voice was wise and calming, i felt like i could listen to it all day long. I felt his thoughts bombarded me.

'Who is this girl?' 'Why would Steve bring her down here?' 'She's really pretty for a human...' I dug deeper, looking for any evidence of escape. 'I'm tired, so tired' I could feel his tiredness, it was crushing. 'Two thousand years is long enough.' He was two thousand years old! 'I hope Isabel managed to restrain Stan, I would hate to be his excuse for slaughtering humans...' I could vaguely hear Steve talking to Godric, but I ignored it. 'Maybe if he takes his revenge out on me, it will end it.' I pulled out of his mind, he may have some idealistic notions of Steve's revenge being satiated, but he had no plans to escape.

I blinked a few times and i saw Steve glance down at me. "So?" I was surprised he wanted me to tell him in front of Godric.

"No plans for escape, and he is unaware of any rescue plans." I said, listening to Godric's reaction to my words.

'So she's a telepath. Why would she be working with Steve Newlin?'

"God has given you a great gift Brianna. Sarah and i knew you were special when we adopted you." Steve said smiling at me, sure. That's why no one else knows about my powers, you're ashamed of it because you hate the supernatural.

'She's his daughter?' Godric's thoughts were laced with shock. I just smiled at Steve and ignored Godric's thoughts.

"Come on dear, I have some preparations to make for the lock-in tomorrow night." Steve said, ushering me out of the room. Just before he shut the steel door behind us i turned and met Godric's eyes. Reaching out with my power i healed his wrists and protected them against further injury for an hour or so. I saw his eyes widen and felt one last thought before the steel door shut us a part.

'She's a Healer...' the thought was laced with awe and I nearly blushed.

So this is my first fanfiction, go easy on me please. Reviews are love. I have most of the story already written out, but i may decide to change something, so if you have any suggestions feel free to voice them.

-Spazz3