Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

she tried to sit up. She tensed when she felt the cold stone underneath her fingertips. Her senses immediately sharpened to a pinpoint and she realised that she wasn’t in her bedroom any more, and she wasn’t alone.
    She knew that scent.
    She forced her head to clear while her senses screamed of the danger she was in. Her eyes sought him out and she backed away when she found he was standing not ten foot from her. He was watching her with the same critical look he’d had when they’d first met.
    Her eyes darted about the room, searching for an avenue of escape, and then she closed them as her head ached painfully.
    “It will wear off soon.”
    The tone of his voice made her start. She hadn’t expected it to be so calm and gentle. There was a hint of something in it that made her relax, something that sounded a lot like concern.
    She shook her head, trying to make it clear now. Whatever he’d given her, it had been powerful. She could still feel her blood trying to expunge it. What did he want with her? Hadn’t it been enough that his reaction to her blood had given her more questions than she could come up with answers for? Now he had abducted her and drugged her. What did he want with her? Was it something that he’d seen in her blood? He must have come to her house to kidnap her. He was either incredibly brave to enter the house of his enemy alone or incredibly stupid.
    Her headache worsened and she cast him an angry look.
    She couldn’t even tell where they were. It was a warehouse, but all warehouses looked very much the same didn’t they? How long had she been asleep? She’d read of poisons strong enough to knock out various demons and some of them could keep the victim unconscious up to three days.
    “Feeling better?”
    She didn’t answer his question. She just stared at him and curled up, holding her knees tightly. She finally realised that he was standing between her and the only exit. She hadn’t been strong enough to fight him earlier, and now the situation was far worse. All she could do was wait for the drug to leave her system and see if an opportunity presented itself. Hopefully, he would reveal why he’d abducted her too, and what he’d seen in her blood that had startled him so much.
    He took a step towards her.
    “Do you have a name?”
    She glared at him. He should be the one answering her questions, not the other way around. Biting her tongue, she resisted the desire to say something. He’d slip up and then she could escape. How the hell had he made it in and out of her house? She wanted to ask him, wanted to hear his explanation. There were guardsmen on the gates and stationed around the grounds, and there were nearly one hundred members of her family within the mansion walls at all times. It was impossible that he’d managed to find her and then take her without someone seeing him. Then again, she’d escaped easily in order to hunt.
    “Who is your mother?”
    Her frown intensified and her gaze dropped to rest on the ground.
    “My mother is Iona, leader of my bloodline,” she said without looking at him.
    “No. I meant your real mother,” he said and she raised her eyes to meet his.
    She knew she looked confused; she couldn’t help it. What was he talking about? Iona was her mother. He smiled at her, or at least she thought it was a smile. The corners of his mouth barely moved, but his look softened. She felt as though he was mocking her, treating her as if she was a child like the rest of her family did.
    “Do not be frightened.”
    She got to her feet, pushing her fear down inside of her and keeping her expression empty as she glared at him. She wasn’t frightened. She’d never be frightened of one of his bloodline. But his questions, they seemed to burn in her mind, making it spin and ache while she searched for answers to them. Who was her mother? It was Iona. She was the Chosen Daughter of her household, sister to Arkalus, the Chosen Son of Caelestis. But this vampire of Aurorea had said she wasn’t. He’d said he wanted to know who her real mother was. Real mother?
    Her brows furrowed as she struggled to remember something. It seemed just out of reach, too far away for her to grab hold of and bring into focus. Her real mother? Who was she? A blurred image flickered in front of her eyes and then slipped away before she could make sense of it.
    “I want to go home now,” she said in a pleading tone, her eyes meeting his again. He looked at her as though she