Jonathan gasped in surprise, waking up from his sleep with a wet body covered in sweat. He was panting breath as if he had just run a marathon.
Still, with a clear memory, Jon checked his hands and chest, stomach, and legs. Everything looked very normal.
"A nightmare," sighed Jonathan feeling very relieved.
All the horrible things he had just experienced seemed genuine.
He thought he had already transmigrated into another realm after death. That's if that place really existed.
Jonathan always sleeps wearing only one pair of underwear without anything, and even now, he wakes up in his underwear.
His throat felt parched, and his breathing still couldn't return to normal.
Jon's hand reached for the glass to drink, which should always be there every time he sleeps.
However, this time his hand only caught empty air.
And that made Jonathan nervous again.
"Sandra," he sighed as he jumped down from the bed.
Even though part of his soul believed that everything was just a nightmare, the other part was still trapped in that terrible tragedy.
Jonathan ran into the next room, it looked neat, and no one was there. Very tidy, as if his mother had woken up a while ago and had left the house. A very quiet house. Too quiet.
"Maybe she goes to the shopping market. Don't overthink it, Jon. Chill out. It was just a nightmare." Jonathan sighed as he leaned against Sandra's bedroom door.
His heart was still beating fast, and his body felt strangely hot and cold, too much of a reaction for a nightmare. Jon was sure he had never experienced it before.
As he closed his eyes to regain composure and took a deep breath, he suddenly heard a faintly beautiful humming sound downstairs.
A woman's voice was very soft and pleasant to hear.
Sure that Sandra could not possibly have such a beautiful voice, Jonathan immediately rushed down the stairs.
Searching for the source of the sound, which turned out to be coming from the sitting room, the door to the room was slightly open.
Jon peeked inside, and his eyes widened in surprise at what he found in the room.
The woman who was humming was a woman in a black dress made of beautiful silk. She had long black hair.
Her lips were polished by a seductive red lipstick. She had beautiful ridge-like cheekbones with light pale skin. She looked like a real living vampire at a glance.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
Jonathan stepped into the room. His steps were alert, and his eyes straight met the surprised gaze of the woman's pair of bright green eyes.
"Holy Queenie, Queen of Fairies! Can you see me, Morting?" the woman looked startled by the appearance of Jonathan.
At that moment, Jonathan still didn't understand why the woman reacted like that.
"Of course, I can see you, lady. Who are you? And who's Morting?"
Fascinated by the beauty of the face as well as the melodious voice of the woman, Jonathan felt relaxed. His palms stopped producing excessive sweating.
"My name is Black Rose. My colleagues called me Raven. I am your baby fairy. And Morting is our term to refer to mortal being like you." She said in a meager voice.
Jonathan blinked.
The woman had all his attention to the point where he didn't realize that in the room, on the long comfortable couch, the toddler girl Jonathan remembered appearing in his nightmare was now sleeping.
"No. No. No. It can't be real. She can't be real."
Getting back to feeling anxious and having panic attacks, Jonathan pulled out his hair, slapped his face, and pinched himself.
"I believe I am still dreaming. Wake up, Jonathan! Come on."
Jonathan still repeated the same procedure, not wanting to accept that all the tragedies he had experienced had actually happened.
Because if he accepted it, it would mean one thing.
Sandra has been killed.
"No!" Jonathan refused and fell to his knees on the floor with his face down.
The noise he made caused the toddler girl to wake up. But she didn't cry.
The girl had stood by Jonathan's side and given him a hug.
"Dadda."
Jonathan still hoped that all of that was just a long dream.
He still didn't want to accept the present time. Even though he could feel that the hug from the toddler girl slowly managed to calm him down.
"I am sorry for your loss. If I were here, I would kill the evil wanderer vampire before she hurts your mother." Black Rose said, showing her sorrow.
She had already crawled over to Jonathan and felt his aura of sadness.
"Was it real? The vampire? My mom? Everything that happened to me?" Jonathan sighed.
His energy seemed to be drained. But his tears refused to fall.
Still too heavy to accept the bitter reality that happened so fast.
"Yes, it was all real." Black Rose replied cautiously, not wanting to make Jonathan even more devastated. "You will never see her again. I buried her body in the backyard. You still have time to say goodbye."
Jonathan raised his head to look at the woman.
"The spirit wandered around its body until twenty hours after they separated. She might listen to your goodbye." Explained Black Rose.
As a being from the Immortal World, she knew few things worked in the Mortal World.
As preposterous as it sounded, Jonathan forced himself to believe what the woman was saying and ran out into the backyard.
When passing through the kitchen, everything looked clean, as if there had never been a tragic tragedy.
Even the shards of glass, and blood splatters, everything was cleaned up.
The glass door that had been shattered was back to normal like new.
Jon's heart sank and ached when he saw a mound of dirt in his backyard. A stone supposed to serve as a garden decoration has been moved and converted into a tombstone.
Here lies the best mom. May her spirit reach the spirit world smoothly.
The carving on the stone looked messed up.
However, reading it made Jonathan immediately kneel down while gripping the stone tightly.
He could no longer hold his tears.
And at the same time, at the peak of his sadness, the rain, which was always unpredictable in that small town, came and showered him wet.
"Dadda," sighed the toddler girl, feeling the sadness experienced by Jonathan.
Black Rose picked up the girl and cradled her.
"He will be fine. I promise," she whispered to the girl.
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"Atchoo!"
Jonathan couldn't stop sneezing.
After finally accepting that his mother was gone forever, he sat on the couch in a warm jumper with his hair still wet.
Black Rose gave him a warm drink, a cup of tea. She made it as if she was just a typical housewife.
"What are you again?" Jonathan asked, returning Black Rose's straight eyes, which had been very sharp, staring at him since earlier in silence.
Not far from where she sat, the toddler girl was seen enjoying the sight of three glowing dragonflies flying above her head. A thing that was clearly impossible to happen naturally.
"I am your baby fairy."
"My baby fairy?"
"I am Nerissa's fairy. Every time a baby was born, a baby fairy was born too. I will stand by her side from day one until she grows to five." Black Rose explained, noticing the confusion in Jonathan's eyes.
To simplify it, a baby fairy was a race of fairies whose job was to look after and protect babies from birth until they were five.
It was important for maintaining the balance between the Immortal World and the Mortal World.
To do so, a connection bridge was required. And one of those connection bridges was the baby fairy and the baby.
Even though it sounded like a babysitter in the real world, humans were never aware that they already had a protector since birth.
However, when a baby was considered independent, the protector was gone, freed from their duty. And the memory of them was erased at the same time.
"So you are my baby fairy? Sounds strange to me because I believe that I had no baby." Jonathan said, very sure.
"Blood never lies. Nerissa is your daughter." Black Rose sounded displeased.
"No, she is not." Rejected Jonathan. "You must be wrong."
"Fine." Black Rose suddenly stood up, her eyes never turning away.
Surprised, Jonathan hit his back against the back of the couch, and his forehead scrunched up.
"What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.
Black Rose did not change the deadpan expression on her cold face.
Her hands moved like she was spinning an invisible ball in front of her chest.
"Holy Queenie, Queen of The Fairies, allow me to use the blood magic reveal. Please, show me the way!"