Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood, True Blood's plot, or True Blood's characters. I only own my OC.

1. In The Beginning.

A bucket of water sat on the table in the back yard, I stood a few feet away concentrating on the container.

"Come on' Caley, you can do it." My dad said from behind me "I believe in you."

My hands clench at my sides, I feel a powerful energy pour out of me. A light blue, glowing, fog emits from my hands. I reach out with my mind and hold my arm, I feel sweat beading on my forehead. The blue fog encircles the bucket, I allow a small grin to stretch across my face. I take a deep breath in, hold it, as I release my breath I let a serge of energy rush through me, and I send the bucket flying backwards, splashing water over the yard. The intensity of the energy completely goes away as I let out a sigh of relief. My grin turns into a huge smile as I turned to my father.

"I did it dad!" I ran and jumped into his arms.

"I know sweetie, I'm so proud of you." He said as he hugged me. O

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

"Let's go make you something to eat."

We both walk back into the house.

Dad put a plate in front of me and I immediately attacked the food. I'm always hungry after practice. Using my ability is like exercising for most people. I need to eat to replenish the energy I used.

"You are getting better at controlling your telekinesis, little Caley."

"Thanks dad."

"Just remember, no matter how good you get you cant tell anyone."

"Why not, daddy?"

"Because not everyone is nice, sweet heart. If the wrong people find out what you can do, they will take you away from me."

I was about to reply when the doorbell rang. My dad left to get the door. I sat alone in the kitchen eating the fish sticks my father has made for me. I herd a woman's voice coming from the living room. 'Who could that be?' I hopped off the stool and walked into the room.

I saw a tall red haired lady stood close to my father. "Sweet heart," my dad said addressing me "this is Camille, my girlfriend."

I looked over at her again. She took a step towards me and bending down to my height. "Oh, hello there sweetie pie. Aren't you just the most adorable little thing." She said while pinching my cheek. I pulled back and pushed her hand away glaring at her.

"Camille, this is my daughter, Caley."

"Caley, what a beautiful name for such a beautiful little girl." She said turning to me again.

"I'm not a little girl," I replied, "I'm almost six, don't talk to me like I'm a baby."

My father chuckles at my outburst.

"Camille, can I have a minute with my daughter?"

"Of corse, I'll be in the other room."

I crossed my arms and looked expectingly at my dad as the woman left the room. "I know I should have told you about her sooner. I shouldn't have kept it a secret from you. I think you'll like her if you gave her a chance."

"How long have you been seeing each other."

"Six months."

My jaw dropped at his reply, "Six months? Six months and you didn't think to tell me sooner."

"I wanted to tell you, I really did. I just didn't know how you would act. I don't want you to think that I'm replacing your mom."

I look up at him, chewing on my lip while I think. "Do you really think I'll like her?"

"I think you'll grow to love her."

"Okay, I'll try to like her."

"That's all I ask sweet heart." He says as he pulls me into a hug.

A year has passed since my dad introduced me to Camille. I don't really like her but she makes dad happy, so it that's good I guess, he deserves to be happy. They got married a few months ago and everything around here is changing.

Dad and I don't spend a lot of time together anymore, so that means I have to practice my ability on my own.

I have gotten a lot better, I can almost control it completely now. The only problem I have is when I get angry, I feel the energy building up inside of me. When I feel a strong serge of emotion, sometimes I have to leave. Camille doesn't know about my ability, and I plan to keep it a secret from her.

Maybe one day I will be able to control my emotions better.

"Caley, can you come here please?" I hear Camille yell from the other room.

I walk out of my room and to my stepmom, she is standing next tour fish tank with her arms crossed. "What did I ask you to do today, Caley?"

"Umm, do the dishes, sweep the floor, pick up the living room, and vacuum."

"And..?"

"That was it."

"No, that was not it."

"Yes it was."

"No, I asked you to clean out the fish tank."

"No you didn't."

She puts on a fake smile and says, "Well, I'm asking you now. Clean out the fish tank."

"That wasn't a question."

She frowns at me, "listen you ungrateful child. I am your mother now. When I tell you to do something, you do it." She turns on her heel and walks away.

14 years later.

"We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour is placed In an obscure and distant place..." My mind begins to wander as the reverend gives a eulogy for my father. 'I can't listen to the crap this man is saying. He didn't even know my dad, the only reason he is here is because Camille joined the church after dad died.' I think the only reason she joined the fellowship of the sun is because Reverend Newlin was on TV.

Vampires came out of the coffin about 3 years ago, and ever since then Steve Newlin has been fighting them with the word of God. A bunch of bullshit if you ask me.

"And now a moment of silence for our lost loved one." He said as the coffin lowered into the grave. Tears were running down my face, 'Goodbye father, I'll always love you.'

"Come on Caley, you should pack for the church lock in."

After the funeral the reverend invited Camille and I to go to she church lock in to see the holy bonfire. "I don't think I'm ready to, you know, get out yet." I tell her. I've had a horrible week, I'm already in a bad mood, I refuse to go to that lock in.

"I think we should go, I'm already packed."

"You can go, I'm staying home. I just want to morn dad a bit longer." I can feel the energy pulsating inside of me. Camille was really getting on my nerves.

"We are going to show the reverend that we can be trusted, and that we are ready to enforce the will of the lord."

Will of the lord my ass. I clenched my fists and the foggy glow enclosed around all the furniture and they all lifted off the ground. "I said no Camille!" I stormed out of the house and all the furniture slammed down to the floor.

That was the first time she saw my ability. She was left in the room mouth a gape.

I came back home a few hours later, and that night I cried myself to sleep. My father has passed away and I have reviled my biggest secret to Camille.

I herd a crash in my kitchen. I got out of bed and made my way to the door. I herd whispers coming form the hallway, three men I think. I grabbed my baseball and cracked my door to see who was there. Two men walked into my sight, I kicked the door open and hit one of them over the head with my bat. I took a swing at the other one but he caught the bat and pulled it out of my hands. I turned to run but I ran into a large bald man who grabbed me and held my hands behind my back. The man I hit with a bat put handcuffs around my wrists. The bigger man grabbed the back of my neck and made me walk outside.

I saw reverend Newlin standing next to Camille. "That's her, that's the Demon. Thank you so much Steve, you made the world a safer place tonight." Camille said.

Steve looked at the man holding my neck, "Good job, Gabe. Put her in the truck."

I felt a sudden pain on the back of my head and the world went black.

I woke up in a dark room, no it wasn't a room, it was a cell. My wrists were no longer cuffed. I stood up and dusted my self off. "Where am I?" I asked aloud to my self.

"You are in the basement of the Fellowship of the sun church." Responded a voice, with a thick accent, from the darkness.

"Who's there?" I asked holding up my hand incase I needed to defend myself.

A pale man emerged from the shadows. He looked young, he couldn't be older than twenty. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't know, some men came to my house in the night and took me. I'm pretty sure my stepmom called the reverend and convinced him that I'm a demon."

As he gets closer I can see him more clearly. He may have the body of a young man, but his eyes tell a different story. I can see that he is old and tired, and probably very lonely just by looking into his eyes. He's a vampire. "Why would your stepmother say such things?"

"I got mad, I think I scared her. We never got along anyway."

"May I ask your name?"

"You may."

A small smile graces his lips. "What is your name, child?"

"Caley Livana. What is your name?"

"Godric."