Full Moon Chapter Twelve (Part 2)

“I can’t do this!” shouted Giselle, slamming on the study table.

“But you have to; it’s the only choice you could make. If you could just..”

“I won’t allow this to happen, Rupert. He’s my son, both of them are my son.” Giselle interrupted.

Giselle start to walks towards the window where she could look out at the dark clouds that are formed all over the skies.

“Giselle, I understand how you feel but the stitches, it wouldn’t last him for 10 years. The impact from the attack hit him hard. Moon has the abilities to heal a dead person. You know it. ” Dr. Ovitz tapped on Giselle’s shoulder.

Giselle did not glance back. She just stared blankly at the dark skies, hoping for the sun to come out. “I’m not a good mother, Rupert. I never was.” She said slowly. “I know what you want to say, Giselle, but you can’t blame yourself. This incident… it isn’t your fault.” Dr. Ovitz guided Giselle to an armchair near the tall shelves of books.

Dr. Ovitz took a glance to a book entitled Memoirs. He scrolled down to see the author’s name. There it is, printed in shiny golden italic letter by Derek J. Adams. He glanced at another book entitled Deathora Avril. Death of April, Derek’s work as well I presume thought Dr. Ovitz to himself.

“Giselle, Moon can heal a dead person to life and the only way for him to do that is to sacrifice mere quarter of his soul.” explained Dr. Ovitz. He looked at Giselle when he said the last few sentence. “I understand, but as a mother, I can’t see my son, lost his soul. Even a drop of blood would kill poor Moon.” said Giselle, sobbing tremendously on her palms. “Moon has the strength to heal others, he would have the strength to heal himself. He has the abilities to split his soul into 5 elements which no vampires can do and you teach him how to do that. Only he has the abilities to split one part of his soul to Tyler. Tyler will die if we did not act fast.”

Giselle looked up, teary eyed, she said “but…but…”

“Giselle, there is no time.” said Dr. Ovitz.

She looked out at the window. Clouds beginning to form a circle in which Giselle has never seen before. She looked at Dr. Ovitz and back to the clouds.

“I know what I have to do.”

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To be continue…

Full Moon Chapter Twelve (Part I)

The skies outside was dark, rainy. The rain came pouring, thumping on the glass. Every inch of the building has creaks all over the place. Everyone was waiting anxiously outside the dark pine wood door. The doctors are inside preparing to make a little surgery. They couldn’t send him to the hospital. He’s a vampire. They couldn’t take the risk. Moon was sitting on the carpeted floor, leaning on the wall, waiting side by side with his sleeping mother at the other side of the wooden door. Moon stared blankly at the door. This can’t be happening thought Moon. The paces got faster in the room; Giselle was awoken by the sudden thump on the ground at the other side of the door.

“How was it? Did the doctors come out yet?” Giselle asked. Everyone shook their head, a sign that says no. Giselle sigh with heaviness in her heart. Moon started to stand up and walk to and fro. All he could hear was the doctors inside, scrambling and talking but he couldn’t make out what they are attempt on doing to save his brother.

The door swung open, Dr. Ovitz came out, followed by the rest of his team of nurses and helpers. “He’s going to be ok.” he said, looking at everyone. “But he needs plenty of rest and human blood to gain his consciousness. His cuts are too deep. The stitches might hold him a couple of years if he sits at home and heal himself.” He continued. “Giselle, I like to speak to you, privately.” Dr. Ovitz said. With a sigh, Giselle followed him in to the study room next to Tyler’s room.

Moon looked at the back of them both going inside the room. Clarisse was standing at the side of the wooden door, staring at Tyler’s body, breathing heavily but still asleep. Moon caught a glimpse of her face when she was leaving, heading towards the stairs to accomplish her daily duty. Her eyes are red, due to the lack of sleep, she looks older. She cried. Moon walked towards the entrance to Tyler’s room. He could hear his brother, suffering from the pain of the stitches. “Thanks, Tyler.” Moon whispered. He started to walk towards his room, when he heard a voice at the back of him. A man’s voice. Familiar.

“Your welcome.”

“Tyler…” whispered Moon, looking back at Tyler's room.

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