Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

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    “Valentine,” she whispered and flexed her fingers, her eyes fixed on him the whole time, watching him wrestling the werewolf.
    Holding her hand out by her side, the faint purple glow of the magic caught her eyes and obscured her vision, making the world seem dimmer. She tried to focus past its light so she could see Valentine.
    With lightning quick speed, he twisted the werewolf’s arm around and slashed down its chest with his claws. He evaded it as it growled and lashed out at him. Coming around behind it, he sliced into the calf muscles on its hind leg.
    The werewolf let out a whimper of pain and snarled. Valentine raced towards her at a flat out run. She barely had time to react when he grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the gate, leading her in the direction of the old town square.
    “I thought I told you to run?” he said with a frown.
    She shot him a black look. “I’m sick of running. This is my fight too... our fight.”
    She relented when he glanced across at her. His features were again in human form and his green eyes were full of something akin to disbelief over what she’d said. He dragged her down a side street and they pelted along it as fast as their tiring legs would carry them.
    Valentine looked over his shoulder.
    A low snarl in the distance made it clear that the fight wasn’t over.
    She frowned at him.
    “I was just slowing him down.” He grinned and she could see a glimmer of pleasure in it that made her wonder if he thought this was fun.
    She caught a glance at a street sign as they sped past it.
    “This way,” she said, pulling him down a small alleyway. She smiled when they came out in the middle of the square.
    He looked around in all directions. Her eyes moved quickly to take in the church at one end of the square and the old town hall that faced it. There were people milling around, enjoying the scenery and the quiet of night.
    “Any ideas?” she said.
    “That way.” He nodded towards another alley. Just as they were about to move, the werewolf appeared from nowhere, cutting off the route he had just pointed out and running towards them.
    “Maybe not,” she whined and looked at Valentine. He wasn’t even looking at the werewolf. He was staring at a street sign that was pointing in the direction of something.
    He tugged on her hand and she ran, not asking him where they were going. He knew this city better than her and they both knew that a fight was rapidly becoming inevitable. If they couldn’t escape the werewolf, they needed to lure it to somewhere that people were less likely to see them or get hurt.
    She followed him as he turned a corner, following another sign. They passed a group of tourists and she didn’t look back as they screamed, she just used the sound to give her a rough measurement of how far behind them the werewolf was.
    “Closing,” she said.
    They sprinted around another bend and headed straight for the glowing yellow ‘M’ sign that was directly in front of them.
    Thundering down the steps into the metro station, she grinned when they ran straight through the open barriers and past the ticket validation machines.
    “Bless the trusting people of Prague.”
    Valentine laughed and looked her over. “I hardly think someone is going to ask us for a ticket.”
    She looked across at him and supposed he was right. His face was bruised, his lip was split and his black clothing made him look like some kind of sinister military officer. She knew she didn’t look much more welcoming than he did. No human in their right mind would have stopped them.
    She skidded to a halt when they reached the escalator. The height of it made her tired head spin.
    “No time for a rest,” he said and grabbed her hand. He ran down the escalator, his boots making a hollow metallic echo as he hit each one hard.
    Watching her feet closely so she didn’t stumble and drag him down the escalator, she listened to the rhythmic pounding of his boots and breathed deeply. The air smelt of diesel and dust.
    An echoing growl from up above made her look around. The werewolf was bounding down the steps and closing in on them again. When it leapt onto the long metal slope that divided the two escalators, she pushed Valentine forwards.
    “Speed would be good right about now.”
    He turned with a frown and scowled at the werewolf before doing as she’d instructed.
    “Someone needs to learn when to quit.” He doubled his speed down the escalator.
    She kept her