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Delilah

Summary:
A lonely, ancient vampire scoured Delilah’s village shortly after the Black Death searching for a future mate. His true love had been killed by the vampire that changed him hundreds of years ago. Witnessing the death and loss caused by the plague, the loneliness began to press upon the ancient vampire. He stalked the newly born babes in nearby villages and selected Delilah for her near-perfection which would translate wonderfully into vampirism. He settled with her in an abandoned country home outside her village away from prying human eyes, keeping her locked in a cellar with little else than a small oil lamp and stuffed palate for sleeping. He conversed with her and taught her to speak and read using the family bible left in the house, eventually calling her “Delilah” for the wily, femme fatale as he found her eyes entirely hypnotic. She never cared for the ancient vampire, finding his red eyes unsettling, his manner menacing. On one of her frequent escape attempts – fruitless under the heightened senses of the ancient vampire – she glimpsed the outside world, and began to resent her imprisonment. But escape was entirely impossible.


Notes:
While I don't have anything written for this story yet, I'd like to get feedback on what you think of this concept. Is it interesting? Would you like to learn more about Delilah? And never fear, there will be Twilight tie-ins.


1. Delilah

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A lonely, ancient vampire scoured Delilah’s village shortly after the Black Death searching for a future mate. His true love had been killed by the vampire that changed him hundreds of years ago. Witnessing the death and loss caused by the plague, the loneliness began to press upon the ancient vampire. He stalked the newly born babes in nearby villages and selected Delilah for her near-perfection which would translate wonderfully into vampirism.

He settled with her in an abandoned country home outside her village away from prying human eyes, keeping her locked in a cellar with little else than a small oil lamp and stuffed palate for sleeping. He conversed with her and taught her to speak and read using the family bible left in the house, eventually calling her “Delilah” for the wily, femme fatale as he found her eyes entirely hypnotic. Unlike many of her kind, Delilah was raised to be a vampire from the time she was a small child and was taught in their ways.

She never cared for the ancient vampire, finding his red eyes unsettling, his manner menacing. On one of her frequent escape attempts – fruitless under the heightened senses of the ancient vampire – she glimpsed the outside world, and began to resent her imprisonment. But escape was entirely impossible.

Delilah knew one day she would be turned. She would either be turned or die, but the ancient one promised he would do all in his power to prevent that. She wasn’t entirely certain if she wanted the life of a vampire or not, but she did know that in death or living death, she had a chance of escape. And any chance of escape gave her hope, even if the escape was six feet under. She had learned of newborn vampires, particularly of their strength. If force was necessary to escape, she actually may have the advantage.

As she approached what the ancient vampire assumed would be her approximate seventeenth birthday, he decided to set the date for her transformation. Delilah had begun to blossom into a beautiful young woman. The soft blonde hair that had always been so wild and untamed as a child was now a beautiful satin curtain the color of champagne that hung down to her lower back. The angelic face that as a babe looked like a cherub’s was now the face of an enchantress. And her eyes…the ones that could hold his gaze so well, they were positively seductive. Although he knew the green would be lost after the transformation, that wonderful luminescence would stay. His passion for her grew, but he sensed that she was ill-content with the life he created for her. He was going to have to rely on his fighting experience in order to keep her a prisoner. It may not be possible, and he may have to end her life.

The day grew closer, and she grew more nervous as did the vampire. He began to feed double his usual which began to draw the attention of villagers. It would be nothing compared with the feeding he had planned for the day of. But, he could not risk her safety.

The day came. The ancient one fed on six human, and the villagers began to suspect demons. He had picked a bridal gown for her the night before, stealing it from a tailor’s shop. The tailor had been working on it for months for a local bride. A beautiful silk and velvet confection in colors of light blue and white. Not the most fashionable colors of the time, but he felt they would complement her coloring beautifully.