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"Oh, look at her, child. Look at her," the midwife crooned, "She looks just like you." handed the baby carefully to its mother, the midwife hurriedly swift her eyes around, afraid that the sound of the baby crying might attracted wild animals, predators, unwanted intruders, and especially, him. Seeing no one, the midwife, felt a little more secured, went back to tending the tired mother, merely a child, so young, no older than seventeen, making sure she was breathing right, and cleaning up the wound, least she got infections.

"Shh, hush now," murmured the young mother, glistened with sweat and tears, yet she smiled, for her darling girl was born at last, she's safe within her arms, pressed against her chest, her beating heart, hopefully beating for long for she's in so much pain. "Hush now, my little angel. Oh, you are so beautiful, my sweet. So beautiful." The midwife hummed in agreement. Newborn baby never looked good, superficially way, adorned in blood and goo, they looked rather...repulsive to complete strangers. But to her, they're beautiful for they're now in their purest form; this is their origin, from the mother wombs, covered in blood, decorated in their mother's energy. This baby was no difference, with a crown of dark brown hair, big, oddly incredibly pale greenish-brown eyes and a button nose, this child would look just like her mother when she grew up, the midwife predicted. Except the eyes. Those were all her father. "What are you gonna name her, Renee?" asked the midwife.

"I don't know." Renee answered. "I've never... I tried not to- not to- get my hopes up." she breathed out. "He always threatens..." flashback of memories suddenly attacked her, and Renee sobbed while pressing the baby harder to her chest. The midwife looked on with sympathy and stroked the young woman's hair. "It's ok. The baby is safe now. The baby is safe now with you."

"Yes, yes, you're right. My baby is safe now with me. She is safe for now. I will not let's my daughter in any danger. I will protect her. And I need to be strong." gazing down at her baby, Renee felt a new surge of energy, she felt stronger because the little human in her hand looking up at her She looks just like her father, dear god... the baby's life depend on her now. "Will you help me, Cynthia? Will you help my child and me?" Renee looked at Cynthia, pleading with her eyes. "Please, Cynthia, you are all I've got. He will come after me. I know he will. Please help hiding me from him. Please, please, please, Cynthia" the mother sobbed again, one hand holding the baby, the other reaching for the midwife's hands. Stiffen and scared, Cynthia tried to pull hers away but Renee held on, pleading Cynthia to understand, to have mercy on her and her baby.

"Renee, what can I do? I already risked too much being here with you. Any minutes now, he can find us and yet here I am. I really can't do anything." the midwife yanked her hand out of the young woman grasp, stepping away from Renee, putting more distance between her and the mother.

"Please, oh please, Cynthia!" cried Renee, "He will kill my baby. He will, he will end her. He can't kill my baby. She's innocent; she's guiltless. Look at her, Cynthia. Look at her, why does she deserve to die for the sin I've made?" On cue, the little girl gave a slight cried as if her mother distress was her own. Hearing a cry of an innocent child, Cynthia, still scared, gave a big sigh and stepped closer to the baby.

"I know a family." she whispered. "A very powerful family. They're never in one place for too long, always moving." Cynthia tear off a piece of cloth, found a charcoal, and wrote a name on it. "Find this man. He knows the whereabouts of the family. He has the contact of the family. He might be able to help you. But Renee, look at me," she put her hand on Renee arms, her eyes filled with tears. "What they can provide is the baby security. If your child inherits the ability of her father, and I know she does, they will take her in. They will keep her safe, and her father cannot hurt her, I can promise you that."

"Cynthia, that's great! Oh thank yo-"

"But they will take her away." the midwife interrupted. "They won't offer you protection. What they want is your daughter and her gift. They won't hurt her but they won't help you. You'll be on your own, exposed. And-and- I'm sorry, Renee, I'm so so sorry, that's all I can do." Cynthia sobbed out of frustration for she wanted to help, but she has a daughter she need to care for and she's torn between wanting to assist the young mother or her own children who need her at home.

All of Renee hopes vanished again, and she looked down at her daughter face, so like her father, gave her a tender kiss on her forehead, her face soaked with tears. She wants to see her child grow up. A beautiful girl, she's gonna be, Renee wanted to be the mother a girl can confine in, the one who hold the little one's hand as she take first step, a protector, a guider, a teacher to this precious bundle in her hands. Why couldn't she be strong enough to take care of her child on her own? Why must she be so weak? Her sin is catching up on her heel and it's dragging her future away from her reach. The little baby cried, like she knew the decision her mother gonna make, and that pained her. Renee has done deciding. A tender stroke to the dark tresses of the baby hair, she looked at Cynthia with determined eyes. This is what she must do.

"Where can I find him?"

-B-T-

"Chief, there's a lady here, claiming to know you. She said she has an appointment, but I really can't remember making one with anybo-"

"What's her name?"

"Cynthia Brandon, chief" There's a pregnant pause on the receiving line.

. . . . .

"Send her in."

"Yes, chief."

The door creaked open, and walked in a woman clothed in black, with a baby in her arm. "You're not Cynthia." The chief stated calmly. The woman froze in place, her body tremor with cold, or fear. It's hard to distinguish. "Sit."

The woman sat down in a chair across the man himself, it was the only available chair in the office. The room had no decorations whatsoever. The wooden wall was blank with no pictures, neither was the table. All there was to see was a closed bookcase, and a neat pile of document on top of it. Everything was neat. Organized.

Cold.

"Do you want some tea?"

"No, thanks you."

Silent.

The chief stared at her for a long time. He took in her appearance, her frazzle hair, freckle nose, those scared brown eyes looking everywhere but him, her teeth bitten on her full bottom lip, the slight flush on her cheeks, her chest rosing up and down.

He uncrossed his legs.

"Talk."

"Are you Charlie Swan?" the woman asked timidly, eyes casted down, avoiding his.

"I don't know." he continued to stared at her. She shifted in her seat. "Is that who you want to see?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, I am him." he leaned forward. "Cynthia told you to find me. You want to offer your baby." He glance at the bundle in her arm, sound asleep, barely any movement at all. "Why should I take it?"

"Her." the woman quipped. Stare. "I- I need your protection." the baby open her pale hazel- almost golden- eyes, and yawn a toothless yawn. Precious. "Please."

"Why should I take her?" he crossed his legs again, leaning back, gaze never off the woman.

"She's in danger." plead the mother. "I need help. She needs help. Please, sir, please help her, I'm begging you, I'll do anything, just give her safety. That's all I'm asking for." the baby whimpered, little finger tracing her mother bosoms. Renee hush her gently, petting her daughter head, asking for a little patience. Be nice, sweetheart, be nice. Be cooperative. Let him has mercy.

He showed no sign of being moved by the display. Arms crossed, he stared at her still, not uttered a word.

Renee heartbeat dropped, she wordlessly pull the blanket away from the child body, earning a protesting yelp in the process, turned the baby body so her back was facing the chief, revealing a birthmark shaped like a half crescent moon with a tiny pentacle next to it. Oh god, Cynthia is right. I was hoping that she was wrong but no, she's right.

In a blink of a moment, the chief suddenly out of his seat and grabbing the naked baby from her mother's chest. "Children of the night," he whispered. Paid no care to the silent cry of the mother, the chief hurriedly walking toward the lettering stack, grabbed a pen, and began to write to, assumedly, the powerful family that Cynthia talked about.

"Mr. Swan," murmured Renee, whose inside felt like being stabbed a thousand time with the knife so deep into her heart. "May I- may I-p- please sees my daughter one last time?"

"Ah," he said without taking his eyes off the paper "Cynthia has been thorough, this time." Looking at her quivering form, he motion for her to come take the baby from his arms, in which she complied very quickly.

Planting a deep kiss on her daughter forehead, Renee inhaled the smell that she will forever remember as heaven, she observed every part of her daughter face, hoping to implant each features into her memory because this might be the last time she will be able to hold her so close again. This would be the last time Renee got the chance to gaze into those sparkling golden eyes again. This is the right thing. This will keep my daughter safe and that's all that matter.

Taking her silver necklace from her pocket, she looped it through a ring with the word 'Forever' encrypted on it; she wore it around the neck of her daughter. "This will be my gift to you, my love." she murmured tearfully, each words laced with sorrow, "We had a wonderful time, didn't we? You may never know me, but I will always love you. I will see you in my dream every night and think of you every minute of my waking day until the day I die. And even then, my love for you will never end."

The chief, finishing his letter, stride toward her and take the baby away from her arms. There's no point in protesting "Leave." he looked at the door and then toward her. Leave. Message received.

"Wait!"

"What now?"

"Isabella." and for the first time, Renee actually looked at Charlie Swan right in the eyes. "Her name is Isabella." With that, she left.

This, my love, is my last gift to you.

A/N : Sooooo, yep. First chapter. I know it's a little confusing now, but the story will reveal itself as it goes. I have no beta so my grammar mistakes are EVERYWHERE, i know. Sorry about that.

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