C17 Will From Mother Part 2

When he saw the forest his mother had written about, Cliff ran as fast as he could into what was nothing more than a forbidden forest. His only hope was to meet someone who could save his mother.

In the forest, he still ran with his eyes wandering. Although the forest was very dark, luckily, his eyes could still see the surroundings.

"Help! Somebody help me!" he shouted. The state of the forest was quiet, so Cliff's scream echoed in the woods.

"I'm begging someone to help me. Save my mother!"

He continued to run while screaming. As far as his eyes could see, no one was in the forest. But he didn't want to give up. He still believed he would meet someone in the woods who could save his mother's life.

"HELP ME!"

His scream was so loud that it filled the forest. He stopped running and tried to catch his breath. Then he jumped as he felt the wind blow cold against his skin. At the same time, his eyes saw something moving fast. But he didn't know what it was because his eyes couldn't catch the fast-moving thing.

"What's a kid like you doing alone in the woods?"

A voice caught Cliff's ear, and he looked at the tree behind him. His eyes rounded perfectly as he saw the figure of a person sitting on one of the branches, his back leaning against the trunk. Due to the forest's darkness, Cliff could not see the figure clearly, only the two glowing red eyes.

The person quickly descended from the tree and stood proudly before Cliff. From Cliff's perspective, the person standing in front of him was a young man who he estimated to be around 20 years old. Those red irises somehow reminded him of himself. When Cliff looked at his reflection in the mirror, he wondered why his irises differed from those of his mother and grandmother. But now, a strange man was standing before him with the same irises as he had. Ignoring his curiosity, Cliff finally felt hopeful. He believed that this man could save his mother's life.

"Sir, please save my mother," he begged bitterly, but the man said nothing. His gaze was intensely focused on Cliff. "My mother is in danger. Please save her."

Again, the man ignored Cliff. His eyes were still fixed on Cliff without a word coming out of his mouth. Annoyed by the man's attitude, Cliff dared to hold the man's hand. Then he pulled him forcibly to follow him. Fortunately, the man didn't resist and just followed Cliff. He didn't even let go of Cliff's hand, which he held tightly. Cliff told him to run, and the man just followed him silently.

When they finally reached the hut where Clara was. Cliff immediately jumped on his mother's body when he saw that her eyes were still tightly closed. He repeatedly shook his mother's body, hoping she would open her eyes again.

Clara, who was already on her last breath, still felt the shaking caused by her son. She could still faintly hear the sound of her son's agonized cries. With difficulty, she opened her eyes.

"Look, Mom, I brought someone with me. He will save Mom. Sir, please do something to save my mother," Cliff said excitedly, relieved to see his mother open her eyes slightly.

Although her vision was blurred, Clara looked forward. She could still see the figure of a black man standing right in front of her. She blinked her eyes slowly to clear her vision. When her gaze fell on the man's face, Clara knew exactly who he was.

In her almost lost consciousness, the memory of the forbidden forest 12 years ago suddenly flashed through her mind. She remembered seeing a man dressed in all black, and she was sure that the man standing in front of her was the man she had met in the Forbidden Forest. Especially when she saw that the man's face was very similar to Cliff's, Clara was even more convinced that this man was indeed the man she had always hated. The man didn't make a sound. He just looked at Clara with a look that was hard to interpret.

Clara wanted to express all her hatred for this man. However, in the deepest recesses of her heart, she felt relieved because her wish to see the face of the man who had defiled her just once had now come true. The man stood before her eyes. In Clara's opinion, he was very handsome and charming. He also looked very young compared to her. She had always imagined him to be an older man who had cruelly taken away her chastity.

She should have made an angry face at the man, but the opposite was true. Clara smiled with her last breath. A smile that signaled there was nothing to worry about. She was relieved that Cliff had met the right person. She had nothing to worry about. She was ready to leave her son.

Cliff jumped as he saw his mother's eyes close again, even her breathing, which had seemed weak earlier, was gone. Realizing that his mother had left him forever, Cliff hugged his mother tightly, tears streaming down his face.

"Mom! Don't leave me. Please open your eyes!" Cliff cried as he shook his mother's body violently.

Meanwhile, the man, still standing calmly, just stared at the touching scene between mother and son without doing anything. He saw a piece of paper lying on the ground, picked it up and read the writing.

"Are you mad at me for asking about Dad? I'm sorry, Mom. I promise I won't talk about him anymore, so please open your eyes. Please don't punish me like this. Please don't abandon me. I only have Mom in this world. If you leave me, where will I go?" Cliff sobbed even more. He couldn't stop shaking his mother's body.

As the man looked at Clara's hand holding a pair of scissors, he realized what Clara had done. She had deliberately ended her own life.

"Mom! Wake up, Mom!"

"Your mother is dead," the man finally said after all this time in silence. Cliff stared at him, his anger rising. "My mother is not dead. She's just sleeping. Why didn't you do anything to save my mother? Why did you stand there? I brought you here hoping you could save my mother," Cliff said, taking out all his anger on the man.

"No one can stop death. It's fate," he said coldly, which made Cliff even more angry.

Ignoring his annoyance, Cliff chose to hug his mother again. However, Cliff gasped as the man lifted his mother's body and straddled her.

"Wh-what are you doing? Put my mom down!" Cliff pleaded as he tried to free his mother from the man's embrace.

"She's dead. We have to bury her."

"No! Let my mom stay here. I will take care of her. I will never leave her."

The man ignored Cliff's words and ignored him, who continued to rebel and try to take back his mother's body. He continued to walk, carrying Clara on his lap.

As Cliff continued to fight for his mother's body to be taken down, even as the man dug the ground for his mother's burial place, Cliff still faithfully hugged his mother while endlessly shaking his mother's body. His hope is still the same. He still hopes that his mother will open her eyes again.

Cliff was hysterical again when the man finally placed Clara's body in the hole he had dug in the ground. Cliff's tears flowed even more as the earth gradually covered his mother's body until it was completely buried.

"Mom! Why did you leave me alone? I don't know where to go now!" Cliff cried with a sad cry over his mother's grave.

"Wipe away your tears."

Cliff turned his head and looked sharply at the owner of the voice, who was none other than the man he had brought out of the forest earlier.

"Why must I wipe away my tears? I can't accept my mother's death, and you stay out of my business!" Cliff snapped. He didn't even care about manners any more. Even if it was from the book he had read in the past, he had to be polite in front of older people. Even though the man in front of him looked young, Cliff knew he was older than him.

"Because a man shouldn't shed tears. It makes you look weak. Get up and come with me."

Cliff's eyes widened, and he frowned in astonishment, not understanding the words of the man he thought was a stranger to him. "Why should I come with you? We don't have a relationship."

"Haven't you been searching for your father all this time? Now you no longer need to look for him because he stands before you."

Cliff frowned so hard that he unconsciously stood up. He walked over to the man so he was now face to face.

"What does that mean?" Cliff asked, not understanding.

"Your father is me. From now on, you will live with me."

Cliff stared in disbelief at the figure of the man who claimed to be his father. He thought it was hard to believe, especially when he looked at the appearance of the very young man. Although it was undeniable, in the letter his mother had left earlier, his mother had said that he would meet his father if he came to the forest.

"Impossible, you look so young. My father should be older than you."

"We vampires are immortal. Our appearance remains youthful for the rest of our lives."

Cliff's eyes widened even more. The word vampire he spoke had never been heard by Cliff before. "Vampire? What is a vampire?"

"Your mother has kept this a secret from you. We are different from humans. We are not weak creatures like humans. We are blood-sucking monsters."

"So I'm not human?"

The man nodded, and Cliff knew his long-held thought that he wasn't human like his mother and grandmother was true.

"What's your name?"

"Cliff," Cliff replied briefly with a look that still seemed to disbelieve the words of the man before him.

"From now on, your name is Cliff Dawson. You are a noble vampire because you are my son."

Cliff was still silent, staring intently at the figure of the man who claimed to be his father.

"Wipe your tears!" he ordered when Cliff's face was still flooded.

"Mother never taught me that a man shouldn't cry."

"If you have followed your mother's teachings, follow what your father has taught you." Those were the man's last words before he finally walked away from Cliff.

Cliff was torn between believing the man's words or ignoring them. He turned his head and stared at his mother's grave momentarily as if asking for advice. In the end, he decided to follow the man. He also chose to believe that the man was the father figure he had always wanted to meet.