Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

eyes narrowing.
    “This might hurt,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. He would be so lost by now in the vision that she was feeding him that he wouldn’t even notice what she was about to do.
    She watched the threads of magic weaving together and then pressed the palm of her hand against the wound.
    She gritted her teeth and growled when the magic ripped through her, setting every one of her nerve endings alight in a frenzy of pain. Everything seemed blindingly bright and she closed her eyes, trying to shut it out but failing. It was as though it was bright inside of her, not outside in the world. She tried to keep her hand against his chest as the light flickered and died. Her head fell backwards, her hand slipping away from him.
    Darkness enveloped her.
    “Prophecy! Prophecy?”
    She moaned on hearing his voice. Opening her eyes, she found Valentine staring down at her. She tried to move, but realised that he was on top of her. Looking down the length of her body, she frowned when she found she was lying on the floor with him kneeling in between her legs.
    She raised a brow and looked into his eyes.
    He frowned and then his eyes widened in realisation. Before she could say anything, he was standing up and giving her an awkward look. She tried to sit up but the room spun and she slumped to the floor again, her hand pressed against her head as it throbbed.
    “Are you... ?” he said.
    She smiled at how awkward he looked still. She’d never had a man between her legs before and she’d never thought her first time would be under these kinds of circumstances.
    “Fine? Yes, I think so.” She grabbed hold of the couch to her right and went to pull herself up. Strong hands assisted her, setting her down gently in the seat. She thanked him with a smile and waited for her head to stop spinning. “Are you all right?”
    “Me? I... ” He looked flustered and pulled his shirt aside to reveal the now perfectly smooth skin of his chest. “How did you do that?”
    She smiled at the sight of it. She was glad that it had worked and she hadn’t blown him into a million tiny pieces like everything else she used her magic on.
    “I don’t know. I just knew I could.” She smoothed her hair and then flexed her fingers. Bringing her hand up, she licked the blood off her palm. When she’d cleaned her hand, she looked at Valentine and found him staring at her neck. “Did you like what you saw?”
    He blinked rapidly and then frowned at her. “I... it was... you.”
    “And you,” she said.
    His lips curved into a wicked grin. She caught the spark of desire in the depths of his eyes. She’d fed him a vision, one that she’d had recently but had neglected to mention to him, mostly because she didn’t know how to broach the subject. It had seemed like a perfect opportunity to let him see it first hand.
    She supposed that she shouldn’t have been so surprised to wake up to find him in between her legs. She pressed her fingers to the left side of her neck and felt the marks there. They were still sticky with blood.
    “Here,” he said and she shifted along the seat when he moved to sit next to her. “Let me.”
    She closed her eyes when he leaned towards her and she felt the sweep of his tongue against her neck. When he pulled back, she noticed he was staring at her chest. She looked there and saw two long gashes where his teeth had scraped her. She swallowed hard when he ran his fingers down them and looked up at him. His face was a mask of concern.
    “I am sorry,” he said, removing his hand. “It was all a little too much. I should not have let myself lose control like that.”
    She took hold of his hand and smiled reassuringly. “No harm done.”
    There was an awkward silence in which he stared at her hand.
    “It is getting light.” He glanced at the couch seat opposite them. “You should get some rest. I shall take first watch and will wake you when we have to change.”
    She nodded, not wanting to tell him that she wasn’t tired. He needed to retain some sense of control over the situation they were in and she was happy to let him be in command. She moved over to the other seat and smiled at him when he rolled his jacket up and handed it to her. She placed it at one end of the couch and lay down, using his jacket as a makeshift pillow.
    Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine what St. Petersburg had in store for her but kept thinking about the vision and the feeling of Valentine biting her.
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