Love Between a Lunar Vampire and a Luna Witch Book One

Chapter Two

Beth's heart raced as the doctor's voice pierced through the haze of the moment. "The baby is currently blue and is not breathing." Those words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Time seemed to freeze as the reality of the situation sank in.

She felt a wave of panic wash over her, but deep down, she fought to remain calm. The beeping of machines and the hurried footsteps of nurses filled the room, creating a chaotic symphony that only heightened her anxiety.

"Please, someone do something!" She cried out, her voice trembling. She reached for the hand of her partner, who stood frozen beside her, eyes wide with fear.

He squeezed her hand tightly, grounding her amidst the turmoil. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise, but it felt like a lifeline in the chaos surrounding them.

Nobody realized that a giant wave of magic burst forth from the baby, enveloping the room in shimmering light. A few minutes later, the doctor managed to get the baby breathing. The sound of the baby's first cries pierced through the panic, bringing a wave of relief that washed over her like a warm embrace.

Just as the tension began to ease, the magic surged, causing the air to shimmer and dance, hinting at the extraordinary potential within the tiny life that had fought so hard to live.

Then, a nurse took the baby to the neonatal care unit.

Beth then asked the doctor where they were taking her baby to.

The doctor turned to Beth, his expression a mix of reassurance and urgency. "We're taking her to the neonatal care unit for closer monitoring; she needs a little extra help to stabilize," he explained gently, hoping to calm her racing heart.

Frank, who had been standing nearby, stepped closer to Beth, concern etched on his face. He reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "Is our baby going to be okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor looked between them, his demeanor remaining steady as he replied, "We're doing everything we can. She's in excellent hands, and we have the best team working on her."

Beth felt a flicker of hope at the doctor's words, but uncertainty lingered in her heart. Then Beth realized that the doctor referred to her baby as a girl.

"Did you say a girl?" Beth asked, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of surprise and hope.

The doctor nodded reassuringly, maintaining his calm demeanor. "Yes, your baby is a girl."

Beth exchanged a glance with her partner, both feeling a surge of emotions at the confirmation. The uncertainty that had weighed heavily on her heart began to lift, replaced by a sense of anticipation for the new life they would welcome.

However, the doctor's expression shifted slightly as he continued, "But I must emphasize, she's not out of the woods yet." The words hung in the air, a reminder that while they had received joyful news, challenges still lay ahead. Beth's heart sank momentarily, understanding that their journey was far from over. Then the doctor said they should know something within the next 24 hours, leaving her with a mix of hope and apprehension as she awaited the next update.

After sharing this crucial information, the doctor left the room to attend to other pregnant mothers, leaving Beth to process the weight of his words.

Frank then tells Beth that their daughter is going to be just fine. He reaches for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Despite the challenges they still faced, he tried to instill a sense of hope in her heart.

"We've made it this far, and we'll get through this together," he says softly.

Beth looks into his eyes, finding comfort in his unwavering support. Although her heart still carries the weight of uncertainty, Frank's words shine a light in the darkness, reminding her that they are not alone on this journey. As they wait for the next update, they hold onto each other, ready to face whatever comes next.

As they sat together, the nurse entered the room to fill out the birth certificate.

The nurse smiled warmly as she approached the couple. "Have you chosen a name for your baby girl?" she asked gently, sensing the mix of emotions in the room.

Beth looked at Frank, her heart fluttering with hope. They had discussed names before, but now it felt more real than ever. Frank squeezed her hand, encouraging her to share their decision. Beth took a deep breath, ready to embrace this new chapter in their lives.

"The name we've chosen is Lauren Faith Anderson," Beth replied, her voice steady yet filled with emotion.

The nurse beamed at them, clearly delighted by the choice. "That's a beautiful name," she said, jotting it down in the chart.

Frank smiled at Beth, feeling a wave of love and pride wash over him. This moment solidified their journey into parenthood, and as they exchanged glances, they knew they were ready to welcome their daughter once she's out of the neonatal care unit.

Then the nurse left the room to inform the neonatal care unit of the baby girl's name.

On the other side of the hospital, another person sensed the baby's magic.

Ambulance Bay at Saint Luke Hospital, 1993

As the sirens faded into the distance, the bustling sounds of the ambulance bay filled the air. Paramedics rushed in and out, their voices a blend of urgency and professionalism. Among the chaos, a figure emerged, standing tall and composed against the backdrop of the hurried activity. This was Matthew De Clermont, a man whose presence commanded attention—a striking contrast to the frantic environment around him.

Matthew, once known as Osman Ghazi, had a history that transcended time and place. His journey had led him here, to this moment in a nondescript hospital in 1993. The weight of his past lingered in the air, a silent testament to the life he had lived and the countless experiences that shaped him into the man he was today.

Standing at 6'1", with black hair and brown eyes, his masculine face and body reflected the weight of his past, which lingered in the air—a silent testament to the life he had lived and the countless experiences that shaped him into the man he was today.

He had no memory of that life after becoming a vampire. The remnants of his past lingered in the air around him. Now, those memories were lost, leaving only a shadow of what had been, a ghost that haunted the edges of his awareness.

Born as a human in the year 1258, he had lived a life filled with joys and sorrows, friendships and betrayals. However, after becoming a vampire in the year 1299, he retained no memory of that existence. The remnants of his past hovered around him like a faint mist, elusive and intangible. Now, those memories were lost, leaving behind only a shadow of what had been—a ghost that haunted the edges of his awareness, a constant reminder of the life he once knew but could no longer recall.

Then, as Clermont stood in the ambulance bay, he felt an unusual energy in the air, a sensation that stirred something deep within him. It was a feeling that he hadn't encountered in years—a connection to a new life about to emerge. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the ebb and flow of magic that coursed through the building.

Suddenly, he sensed it: the birth of Lauren, a child imbued with extraordinary powers. The aura surrounding her was vibrant, pulsing with potential and raw magic. Clermont opened his eyes, his expression shifting from contemplation to determination. He understood that this child was destined for greatness, and her abilities would intertwine with the fate of many.

After many years, Matthew had the same visions he had when he became a newborn vampire. He saw her as a baby, her tiny hands curled into fists, her bright eyes wide with innocence as she giggled in delight. He could almost hear the soft coos she made, a sound filled with pure joy and wonder.

Subsequently, she matured into a young girl, her laughter intensifying as she engaged in imaginative play with dolls. He remembered the way she twirled around, her hair swirling like a golden halo, her spirit unburdened by the world's complexities.

Finally, she emerged as a young woman, confident and poised. He could see the determination in her eyes, a spark that promised strength and resilience. She stood tall, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, embodying the essence of the future they would share.

Matthew couldn't believe that his one true love had finally been born, a long-awaited arrival; he had waited for her to be born. This has been true ever since 1299, the year he was reborn as a vampire.

Then he remembered what his vampire father, Philippe, told him many years ago. "Love is timeless, Matthew," Philippe had said with a knowing gaze. "When you find your true love, you will know it in your very soul, regardless of the centuries that may pass."

Matthew then says to himself, "Thank you, Father."

As Matthew stood lost in his thoughts, reflecting on his father's words, his phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence of his reverie. Startled, he pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen. He realized it's from the neonatal care unit. Then he answers the phone.

"Hello?" he said, his voice curious.

The neonatal nurse on the other end greeted him warmly. "Hello, Dr. Jones. This is Nurse Emily from the neonatal care unit. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."

Matthew quickly shifted his focus, shaking off his earlier thoughts. "Not at all, Nurse Emily. What can I do for you?"

"There's a situation with one of the newborns that requires your expertise. Can you come down to the unit?"

"Of course. I'll be there right away," Matthew replied, feeling a sense of urgency. He hung up and made his way to the unit, ready to assist in any way he could.