Chapter 2 NEW BEGINNING

HARPER'S POV

It feels like a lifetime ago since we left the Philippines when I was just a young child of five years old. My dad had secured a job in Japan and we had to relocate for a brief period of time. It wasn't long before we had to move again, this time to different parts of the world. After traveling to various countries, we ended up in Korea where we lived for five years. Life there was vastly different from what we were used to, but we adapted and made the most of our experiences.

Now, here we are, back in the Philippines. I'm anxious about starting a new life in a place where I don't know anyone, but dad has assured me that someone will be meeting us at the airport. Apparently, a driver will be on hand to transport us to our new home. The thought of having someone waiting for us has given us some degree of comfort and relief, especially as we have Yaya Anita to rely on as well.

It's been a while since we last lived in the Philippines, and I'm curious to see how things have changed over the years. A lot can happen in a span of time, and I'm eager to explore the culture and the people of this vibrant nation. I'm confident that living here won't be too much of a challenge, especially with Yaya by our side. Her familiarity with the language, customs, and traditions is a definite asset that we can rely on during this transition.

All in all, I feel hopeful as we embark on this new chapter of our lives.

As I reflect back on that fateful moment, I still struggle to grasp how I became pregnant. It was as though all the events leading up to that point were merely figments of my imagination. When my dad caught wind of the situation, he shed tears of frustration and anger. However, he didn't direct his ire towards me; he shouldered the blame. Even our beloved nanny, Anita, couldn't hold back her tears. I was only sixteen at the time and the prospect of motherhood terrified me beyond words. I spent countless nights tossing and turning, riddled with questions about what could have caused this phenomenon. Was it an unfortunate medical mishap? Could it be cancer? As I wallowed in my fear and confusion, my dad eventually sat me down and explained everything.

After nine long months of carrying my precious twins, my father stuck by my side every step of the way. His unwavering presence never faltered, even when I began to doubt the tales he'd spin about the mysterious man that haunted my dreams. But as I labored and pushed, I realized that my dad had been right all along - a vampire had been lurking in my subconscious all this time.

Conceiving had been no small feat, but my father's endless support and medicinal remedies had made it possible. As I held my naked newborns in my arms, the exhaustion and pain melted away, replaced by a fierce love like I'd never known. My heart swelled with pride as I took in their perfect little faces - Cadilac and Cadius, my mischievous, beautiful boys.

They say that raising children is a challenge, especially when they're spirited boys. But I wouldn't want it any other way. Every moment spent with my twins is priceless, worth all the blood, sweat, and tears that came with bringing them into this world.

Parenting is a challenging journey, especially when you have special kids like mine. My twins are not ordinary children, they have unique abilities that can sometimes be difficult to manage. As much as possible, I try to give them a normal childhood, but it hasn't been easy. Last year, I enrolled them in a nursery school, hoping that it would be a good start for them. But things didn't go as I planned.

To my surprise, the nursery school wouldn't accept my children to stay at the nursery level, even though I requested it. Their teacher saw that my kids were advanced, and soon enough, they were accelerated to grade 4. I was happy to see my children excel at their studies, but there was one problem: the other students.

It was frustrating to see my children go through bullying, not because they couldn't handle it, but because I was afraid they might hurt other children. You see, my children aren't ordinary humans. They are half-human, half-vampire, and they possess unique strengths that people wouldn't understand. It was a secret that I wanted to keep, which made me stay at school, watching over them throughout the day.

However, my fears didn't stop there. Even at home, I worried about what would happen if they revealed their true nature to the world. I read countless books on parenting special children and took parenting classes to learn more about how to raise them. It has been a tough journey, but it's one that I don't regret.

I make sure to spend time with them after school, even if it means sacrificing my own time. Together, we enjoy our special activities, and I see the happiness in their eyes. I know that someday, they will have to face the reality of their special nature, but for now, I will do everything in my power to make sure that they live a normal life. It might be challenging, but seeing my children happy and healthy is worth it.

"Mom can we play at Jacob's house? He asked me if we could play basketball." farewell said my son Ilac, aside from their smart mind my kids were taller on their age even they were only 4 they are tall at the age of 4, as of now they can play and live as an ordinary human. As long as they can continue to take the meds that my dad made the same as mine it's just that my children need a higher dosage because they are half vampires yet still they cant stay longer to the sun they are really weak so almost every corner of our house has air conditioning. But according to Dad we will travel soon where the heat will not be a problem for us. Daddy is just looking for the right place where we can live together.

"Sweety ,do promise that you'll be back home in time for supper okay? and sweety please do try to restrain your strength during the game, won't you?"

" Yes, mom , don't fret. We'll only be on the basketball court for an hour, because their visitor will be arriving shortly."

"Mmm-hmm, and where might your brother Cadius be?"

"He's ensconced in his chamber, pursuing his passion for online gaming with his virtual comrades. Anyway, I'll be off now, mother." With a tender kiss, the son departed. Ilac, who relished physical exertion and outdoor sports, was worlds apart from his younger sibling, Cadius, who found solace in his computer chair and seldom moved unless threatened with hunger.

Ilac and Cadius were two adorable and sweet children, and it was always a pleasure to have them around. However, just like any other children, they had a naughty streak and loved to be scolded. What set them apart from their peers, though, was their insatiable curiosity and their countless queries about their father. It was a topic that always came up, no matter what we were doing or where we were going.

The truth was that their father had passed away, but I wasn't comfortable telling them that. I wasn't sure they were ready to know the harsh reality of life and death. However, it soon became clear that someone had already spilled the beans. My dad, in an attempt to protect them from the truth, had told them that their father was working in another country and that we were separated.

Despite my initial reservations, I found that the children were quick to understand and accept this version of events. They were sharp and observant, just like any other child, and they knew that our family wasn't complete. Even so, they seemed content to accept their father's absence as an inevitability and tried to make the most of their time with their family.

It wasn't easy, but my father and I did our best to answer their questions as honestly as we could. Of course, we had to mix in a few white lies here and there. But as far as the children were concerned, they had a general idea of what was going on, and that was enough for now.

I knew that, eventually, the time would come when they would have to learn the whole truth. But for now, I was glad that they were able to enjoy being young and carefree. They had their whole lives ahead of them, and I hoped that the memories they were creating now would help sustain them in the more challenging times to come.

As my friends frolic on their much-needed holiday, I trudge along, laden with the burden of education. Despite being an intern at the hospital, my practicum hours remain incomplete. Whilst my comrades have finished their required hours, I am left with another month to conquer. It's not my fault entirely, the twins have been ailing of late, and my presence is a necessity. But, the aged nanny, Anita, finds it challenging to care for the sick children. Their eyes and demeanor change with sickness, and Anita is inclined to be frightened.

"Off to work, son. If you're hungry, call Nanny," I announce before departing. Cadius merely gave me a thumbs up, engrossed in his game. As I inched closer to the hospital, I noticed two cars tailing me. Suddenly, my fate turned south, caught in the middle of two cars going after each other.

As I drove down the road, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the two cars behind me. I knew that they were up to no good, and I didn't want to be caught in the middle of their shenanigans. So, I drove slowly, hoping that they wouldn't do anything too drastic.

Fortunately, my car was heavily tinted, which meant that they couldn't see the person inside it. It gave me a sense of relief knowing that they couldn't identify me or my vehicle.

Suddenly, things took a turn for the worst. The car in front of me hit a big tree, and the next car collided with it. I knew that it was no accident; it was done intentionally.

As I pulled over to the side of the road, I couldn't ignore the smoke coming from the wreckage. I knew that I had to act fast. As I stepped out of my car, I saw a man stumbling out of the wreckage. He was in rough shape and was making a lot of noise.

At this point, I was faced with a tough decision. Part of me wanted to help him, but another part of me remembered what my dad had always told me: "Never interfere in someone else's problems, especially if you don't know them well." Despite my inner struggle, I knew that I couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

Just as I was about to approach the man, I noticed a woman making her way towards me. She was holding a baby that looked to be about a year old. I knew then that I had to act fast. This situation had gone from bad to worse, and I couldn't just stand there and watch.

So, I quickly got out of my car and approached the woman. I knew that I had to do what I could to help them, even if it meant risking my own safety. As I took in the chaos unfolding around me, I realized that sometimes, you have to go against what you've been taught and act on your own instincts.

In the end, I didn't regret my decision to help. Though the situation was fraught with danger, I knew that I had done the right thing by stepping in. Sometimes, you have to trust yourself enough to take action, even when it goes against your better judgment.

As much as I yearn to avoid unleashing my power, I can understand the fury that ignites in daddy's eyes. Similar to how I've had to discipline my children in the past, it seems that my unique abilities may require a firm hand. My dad, on the other hand, never spoke a word of reprimand to me, even after uprooting our lives following an incident where I accidentally hurt a friend back in the Philippines. I can barely recollect the events that led to my powers mysteriously vanishing shortly after that fateful day. My father nonchalantly brushed it off as a figment of my imagination. But now, after birthing my twins, I feel an inexplicable strength lingering within me, like a latent superpower waiting to be unleashed. Despite deciding not to confide in my dad, I know that this newfound power may be necessary to safeguard my children and myself.