Nullius Filius, Chapter 1.2

(Beau POV)

As I felt the water rush over me, I could sense the weight of my body dragging me down to the riverbed. My heart pounding in my ears was soon replaced by an eerie silence as if the world around me had reached a standstill. At that moment, I knew that my breathing had stopped and my heart had ceased to beat.

Despite the shocking realization, I was enveloped in a strange calmness. The serenity of my surroundings was unexpectedly comforting, and I felt as though all of my troubles and worries had evaporated with my last breath. As I drifted into this void, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me on the other side of this ethereal journey.

The experience was unlike anything I had ever known. It was reminiscent of drowning but far more intense - every vein in my body felt like it was about to burst, and my head pulsed with a strange pressure. It was overwhelming yet simultaneously fascinating.

As the intensity of the sensations subsided, I found myself in a void-like space surrounded by a deep darkness that seemed to stretch on forever. It was disorienting and unsettling, yet a strange sense of peace and calm permeated the space. I had no intention of direction, movement, or way of knowing where I was or how long I had been there.

Then, as the nothingness gave way, I found myself in a cramped space enveloped in red. Then, a thought occurred to me - had I been reborn as a baby inside a woman's womb? This theory was reinforced when I felt a hand against the red wall before me, causing my 'body' to instinctively kick forward. As time passed, I began to distinguish between different touches and sense a familiarity with sure hands.

Amidst the surreal red void, a woman's muffled voice spoke to him, though the surrounding fluid distorted the sound. Despite the difficulty of discerning the words, the woman's voice brought him comfort and a sense of safety. It was as if a womb-like environment surrounded him, and the voice was a connection to the outside world.

As I focused on the voice, I realized that a sensation of warmth and pressure accompanied it. I felt the woman's hand pressing against the wall of skin that separated us, and I could feel the gentle vibrations of her voice through the fluid. It was a strange and surreal experience but also oddly comforting.

Sometimes, when the woman spoke, I would kick my legs and arms, feeling the fluid's resistance around me. She would laugh and talk soothingly, making me feel safe and protected. I could sense her love and affection, even though I had no idea who she was or what was happening to me.

At other times, the woman would hum or sing to me, her voice lilting and melodious. It was like a lullaby, lulling me into peace and contentment. I felt I could stay in this tranquil environment forever, with nothing to worry about or fear.

As I drifted into the womb-like void, listening to the woman's voice, I felt a deep sense of connection to her. Even though I didn't know who she was or what she looked like, I felt a primal and profound bond with her. It was as though she was the source of all comfort and love in the world.

(Time skip)

( Lilith Abital Mc's Mother's POV)

I had read about the pain of childbirth, but it was different. The pain was excruciating, like nothing I had ever felt before. The doctors urged me to breathe, but it was no use. My body felt torn apart.

Hours passed by in what felt like an eternity. I pushed with all my might, my screams filling the sterile hospital room. Sweat poured down my face, and my body shook with exertion. But finally, with one last push, my baby emerged into the world, covered in blood and amniotic fluid.

I collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted and exhilarated simultaneously. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at my newborn child, feeling a surge of love and protectiveness. The doctors and nurses congratulated me, and I could hear the soft cries of my baby as they cleaned and examined him.

As I looked into my baby's eyes, I was struck by their beauty. His eyes were a deep shade of blue, like the ocean on a clear day, just like his father's. It was as if I could see into his soul through those big, bright eyes. He looked up at me with such innocence and curiosity, and I felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility to protect and nurture this little, fragile life.

"It's a beautiful baby," the doctor said, smiling. "You did an amazing job. Congratulations, Mom."

"Beau," I whispered, feeling the weight of his existence in my arms. A wave of love and exhaustion washed over me as I looked down at Beau. My body felt heavy, and my vision blurred, but I couldn't take my eyes off my precious newborn.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands gently take Beau from my arms, and the world around me faded. The beeping of the machines became louder and more urgent, and the voices of the nurses grew more frantic. "We need to help her quickly!" I heard one of the doctors say.

The nurses and doctors crowded around me, trying to stop the blood loss, but I knew deep down that my death was coming. As the darkness crept in from the edges of my vision, I closed my eyes and whispered a final goodbye to my sweet baby boy. I was glad I got to hold my son, Beau.

(Beau's POV)

As I awoke from my previous state, many voices shrieked. I tried to wiggle my small body, hoping to be born soon. I knew that the time had come.

The harsh light was almost blinding as I emerged into the world. Unaccustomed to the sudden brightness, my eyes squinted involuntarily as I adjusted to my new surroundings. The voices that had been silenced and distorted were now loud and clear, causing my senses to overload with new sensations.

As the doctor continued to pull me out, I felt a sudden rush of air against my face, and my body was exposed to the harsh, cold atmosphere of the delivery room. My tiny body was instantly met with the bright glare of overhead hospital lights, which stung my eyes and made them water.

Then came the searing pain - a burning sensation that coursed through my body as my first breath filled my lungs. The discomfort was unbearable, and I could feel myself starting to cry uncontrollably, my high-pitched wails echoing off the walls of the delivery room.

The glare was almost unbearable as I was placed under the bright hospital lights. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping to shield them from the intense brightness. Even with my eyes closed, the light still seeped through, irritating my delicate newborn eyes.

As they placed me in my mother's arms, I felt her warmth and love surrounding me. Her eyes were filled with tears of joy and wonder as she looked down at me. I couldn't see her yet, but I could feel her soft touch and gentle embrace.

My mother was a vision of beauty. Her skin was the color of rich, dark chocolate, and her hair was styled in Passion Twists cascading down her back. Her eyes were a warm shade of brown, like sweet honey, and sparkled with love and excitement. I felt so lucky to have her as my mother.

As she held me, my mother whispered my name - Beau. I felt a sense of pride and belonging as I heard my name for the first time.

Suddenly, the machines in the hospital room started beeping loudly, causing a sense of urgency among the medical staff. As the medical staff tended to me, I couldn't help but feel helpless and vulnerable. The machines they hooked me up to beeped and whirred, monitoring my every breath and heartbeat. I didn't understand what was happening to me or why I couldn't be with my mother.

I wanted to cry out for her, to feel her comforting presence and soothing touch. But all I could do was lie there, tiny and fragile, surrounded by a world that seemed too big and overwhelming to comprehend.

(3rd POV)

Liliths's lifeless body was carefully lifted from the delivery room bed and transported to the operating room. The medical staff moved in unison, their movements smooth and practiced as they navigated the hospital corridors. The team remained focused, their eyes fixed on their patient as they pushed her body onto the operating table.

The harsh surgical lights illuminated the room as the team resumed their efforts to save Lilith's life. The obstetrician's hands moved with urgency, still working to control the bleeding, while the anesthesiologist carefully monitored her vital signs. The sound of the machines and the occasional whispered instructions from the medical team filled the room.

Despite their best efforts, the bleeding could not be stopped, and the decision was made to perform an emergency hysterectomy. The team moved precisely, cutting through Lilith's flesh, desperately trying to save her life. But as the minutes ticked by, it became clear that their efforts were in vain.

The room fell silent as the obstetrician called out the time of death - 12:10 AM - and the team stopped their efforts to resuscitate her. The machines continued to beep, a haunting reminder of the life that had been lost. It was a somber moment as they took a moment to grieve the loss of their patient and reflect on what had just happened.

After the medical team declared Lilith's time of death, they carefully moved her lifeless body from the operating room to the hospital morgue. The morgue was located in the hospital's basement, down a long, dimly-lit hallway that seemed to go on forever. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow over everything.

As they entered the morgue, a blast of freezing air hit them, making their breath visible in the cold, sterile room. The walls were lined with refrigerated units containing the deceased bodies of patients. The sound of humming machines filled the room, along with the constant hum of a fan blowing cold air throughout the morgue.

The medical team carefully placed Lilith's body on a gurney, covering her with a white sheet. They pushed the gurney towards one of the refrigerated units, carefully sliding her body inside. The door to the unit closed with a loud thud, sealing Lilith's body away in the cold, sterile environment of the morgue.

The medical team stood there momentarily, silently paying their respects to their patient. They knew they had done everything possible to save her, but it was not enough. It was a sobering reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of their work. With heavy hearts, they turned and left the morgue, the machines echoing in their ears as they returned to the hospital floor.

(Beau Pov)

I had just arrived, and everything seemed to fall apart.

I felt a deep sense of loss as the connection between me and my mother snapped like a fragile string. It was as if a piece of me had been ripped away, leaving me empty and alone. I didn't understand why it happened or why she had to leave me so soon.

I cried out. I wanted her back; I wanted to feel our love again. But I knew it was gone, and I cried even harder.

As the connection between me and my mother broke, something unexpected happened. It was as if a sudden surge of energy coursed through me, and the bond we shared came back stronger than before

( Lilith's POV)

I wasn't sure what happened. After the doctors and nurses tried to save me, I succumbed to the darkness. It was an eerie feeling, not knowing how long I had been in that state, but suddenly, I gasped for air. My chest heaved as my lungs filled with precious oxygen. I tried to move, but my body felt heavy and sluggish. How...how was I alive? I thought of Beau, my sweet baby boy, and wondered if he was okay. Panic set in as I realized something must have gone wrong. What had happened to me? Where was my baby? The questions raced through my mind as I struggled to understand what had happened.

As I lay there in the morgue, I felt a burning sensation in my throat that intensified with each passing moment. The smell of chemicals and decaying bodies filled my nostrils, making me gag. The bright light overhead made my eyes water, and the frigid air of the morgue seemed to seep into my bones, making me shiver uncontrollably.

As I stumbled out of the morgue, the world around me became focused. The colors were brighter, the sounds more straightforward, and the smells more intense. A rush of emotions and sensations overwhelmed me, leaving me gasping for air. And then, as if a switch had been flipped, I felt the connection to my son had snapped back into place, more vital than ever before.

But my attention was soon drawn to the approaching footsteps of a nurse. I could hear the steady beat of their heart and the rush of blood through their veins. And before I knew it, I had pounced on them, driven by an insatiable hunger that consumed me.

My fangs elongated, sharp, and deadly, as I sank them deep into the nurse's neck, drawing out their blood. I could taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue, which was exhilarating. I drank deeply, the nurse's heartbeat pounding in my ears like a drum.

As the nurse's blood flow slowed, I reluctantly released my grip, my body buzzing with newfound power and energy. But at the same time, I felt a sense of fear and confusion. What had happened to me? How had I become a vampire? I don't remember drinking any vampire blood. The questions swirled around in my mind as I stumbled away from the scene, desperate for answers.

I gazed into the nurse's eyes, feeling a strange mix of guilt and regret. I knew what I had done was wrong, but the thirst for blood had been too overwhelming to ignore.

With a deep breath, I whispered to him, "Bandage yourself up and tell anyone who asks that your wife did this, you were trying something new in bed, and things got out of hand," nodding toward his ring finger. "And forget about me and what just happened here."

As I spoke, his eyes dilated in shock and confusion, his body trembling with fear and uncertainty. But I didn't waver, didn't falter in my resolve. I knew what needed to be done, and I was willing to do whatever it took to survive and get my son.

The nurse nodded slowly, his movements robotic and unnatural. I watched as he stumbled toward the first aid kit, his hand shaking as he fumbled with the bandages. A small part of me wanted to reach out and comfort him, to apologize for what I had done. But I knew it was too late, that I had already crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

As I followed the renewed connection to my son, my steps quickened with a sense of urgency. The sterile hallways of the hospital seemed to blur around me, and I barely registered the passing nurses and doctors.

But then I saw him through the window of the NICU. My heart swelled with fierce love and protectiveness as I gazed at his tiny form, hooked up to tubes and wires. He was so small and fragile, and I knew I would do anything to keep him safe.

I pushed open the door to the NICU, the familiar smells of antiseptic and baby powder washing over me. My eyes were fixed on my son, and I made my way over to his incubator, my hand hovering over the glass.

I felt a surge of emotion as I gazed at him, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. Our bond was strong, and I knew I would always be there for him, no matter what happened.

The doctor who had delivered Beau looked at me with a mix of shock and confusion. "I'm sorry, but I pronounced you dead a few hours ago. How...how are you alive?" he stammered.

Thinking quickly, I used my powers of compulsion to influence the doctor's thoughts. "You must have missed my faint heartbeat," I said reassuringly. "But I'm back now and feeling much better."

I let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that my powers had worked as intended. I knew that I would need to be careful, however, and keep up the charade to avoid any further questions or scrutiny. But for now, I could breathe a little easier, knowing I had avoided unwanted attention.

(Mary's Pov)

A sense of dread washed over me as my eyes fell upon my daughter. Something had happened to her, and as I looked closer, I realized she had been transformed into a heretic - a vampire with the power of witchcraft. Then, I remembered her child, whose blood was not that of a human but that of a vampire. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks - somehow, his blood must have gotten into her system and turned her into the creature before me after she had died.