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The Unknown
The piercing sounds of a newborn child filled the silence of the corridor, lit only by the moonlight streaming in from the windowpanes. The doctor carefully lifted the child to wrap him in a clean blanket when she noticed that something was amiss. She paused and let out a gasp as the abnormality stared up at her.
"I-I want to see my child. Please." The mother panted as she strained for the little bundle in the nurse's arms. She was a young mother with a slim, sturdy build and bright golden eyes, a frequent trait among her kind. Her light brown hair pasted to her forehead, damp with sweat. The nurse took a few steps back as she met the mother's eyes with those of alarm and shook her head.
"No madam! You mustn't", her eyes shifted uncomfortably, not able to meet the frantic ones of the mother's, "At least, not until I inform your husband." The young woman fumbled at her blankets as she tried to get out of bed. She clumsily got to her feet and yanking out the IV needles, tried to reach out for her child. The doctor easily dodged her attempt and briskly opened the door, turning right into the corridor. Drained from the birthing, the young woman reached for the side of the door for support before making her way out into the corridor.
The emptiness of the corridor was pronounced by the silvery moonlight as the hasty footsteps of the doctor echoed through the hollowness. With the wailing child in her arms, she located the father who was waiting anxiously at the base of the corridor. He was tall and of a wiry build seen through the thin white shirt he had on. He ran his fingers into his jet black hair and wet his lips-a nervous habit he often did. He was reluctant to take a glimpse at his child when he noticed the doctor's panicked state.
"What seems to be the problem?" He inquired in a soft voice, tinged with worry. The doctor did not speak but offered him the child to hold. She shifted the child into his outstretched arms and he took in a sharp breath as his son's light violet eyes stared into his golden ones. Speechless, he could only brace himself for the separation that was soon to come.
"Dmitri." The young woman had caught up. She looked into the eyes of her husband that were filled with a sorrow she was soon to taste. He made no attempt to move as she slowly made her way to his side. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she gazed into her son's violet eyes, an uncommon trait that hinted of neither vampire nor human origins. Their son was an Unknown. It would take years before signs begin to appear if they did at all. But vampires never wait. They do not tolerate weakness in their race so it was custom to dispose of an Unknown child, quietly and swiftly. Dmitri gave his unlucky child one last embrace before handing him over to the doctor for the separation process.
"What are you doing?" The young woman cried, staring with disbelief at her husband. "Dmitri-"
"Iris!" He cut her off sharply. He gripped her shoulders and held her firmly to his chest as their child was taken away. She sobbed violently as she pounded her husband's chest, trying to break free from his iron grip. "No! No, not my child! Please Dmitri! Do something! They're taking away our child!" His heart ached but as much as he would have liked to, he could not keep the child. Their family would become outcasts of the new order. He could only stand there and watch his son disappear from them, unnamed and now, an orphan.