Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

eyes on him, not wanting to think about how easy it would be to fall. If she did, then it would all be over. The werewolf was almost on them.
    There was a rush of cool earthy air and the sound of a train pulling into the station. She pushed off the last of the steps and dashed forwards, shutting out the sound of the werewolf and focusing on reaching the train before it left.
    Skidding around the corner behind Valentine, hope sank in her chest when she saw the train doors close ahead of them and it started to move away. Valentine growled and turned sharply to the left when they hit the platform. He continued running for a few metres and then stopped and gave her a look that said there was nothing left now except fighting.
    She nodded and rolled her shoulders to loosen up.
    A snarl made her look around. The werewolf was slinking around the corner. It bared its fangs when it spotted them.
    She noticed that it was limping. Valentine had slowed it down and she didn’t want to think about how different this night could have been if he hadn’t. Even when injured, the werewolf had almost out run them.
    “I think it is time you tested that magic of yours again.” Valentine’s voice rang in her ears.
    She shook her head. “I won’t—”
    “I am afraid that you do not get a choice this time.” He cut her off.
    She gasped when he shot off along the platform. Quickly flexing her fingers, she focused on him as he ran to meet the werewolf head on. Wind rushed through the tunnels, making her jacket flap open and blowing her hair around.
    “Now or never.” She took a deep breath, focusing on her hand. She could feel the magic building there and she knew what it would take in order for it to come quickly.
    She watched Valentine clash with the werewolf, not allowing herself to look away like she wanted to. She felt the intensity of the magic increase each time he was hit. Her skin began to itch when the werewolf caught Valentine’s shoulder and he growled. He moved quickly to evade the beast’s claws but the werewolf threw him hard against the curved wall, causing the impact to echo around the platforms. He dropped to the floor, plaster and splinters of tile raining down on his back.
    Her whole body prickled and tingled. The magic arced along her fingers.
    She straightened and growled when she realised that Valentine wasn’t getting up. Her hand came up, her left one tightly holding her wrist to keep it steady.
    “Puppy.” She cooed and the werewolf stopped moving towards Valentine where he was struggling to stand. It looked at her and she smiled wickedly. “Here boy.”
    The werewolf bounded towards her just as a train came thundering out of the tunnel behind it. Wind rushed against her, the sound of it filling her ears while the lights from the train flickered across her eyes.
    She set her jaw tight and narrowed her eyes on the werewolf, looking deep into its yellow irises as it sprinted.
    It pounced.
    She ran at it.
    The world moved in slow motion.
    Prophecy could see the werewolf in mid-air and the magic leaving her hand. The purple trails crackled as they dug into the werewolf, singeing the fur and making a smell like burnt popcorn before cutting into its flesh and ripping through it. Remembering that Valentine had ended up covered in pieces of werewolf the last time she’d used her magic on one, she threw herself forwards, rolling underneath it as it sailed overhead.
    She rolled onto her feet and the world sped up again. She cringed when she heard a harsh pop followed by a series of wet slaps. The scent of blood filled the air. Looking over her shoulder, she grimaced at the sight of the pieces of werewolf and blood that was splattered along a ten-foot length of platform.
    “Prophecy.” Valentine’s dulcet tones roused her.
    She closed her eyes when she felt him standing close behind her. Heaving a sigh, she turned and wrapped her arms around him, not caring about what his reaction would be. It was stupid of him to place himself in danger like that and she wanted to tell him just how angry she was with him, but all she felt was relief that he was all right. She was stunned when his hand moved in small, soothing circles against her back.
    “Are you all right?” His voice was laced with concern.
    She pulled away from him and cleared her throat, hiding how scared he’d made her and managing a scowl.
    “No. You’re stupid, you know that?”
    He just smiled at her and then stretched, rolling his shoulders and