Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

of the man he once was remained inside him. He couldn’t even remember the name he’d gone by. In time, he wouldn’t remember to breathe, and after that, he wouldn’t even recall what a sunset had felt like.
    He brought his focus back to Prophecy again. She’d been so nervous when he’d first brought her into the room where Mia would be working with her to unlock her memories. It had taken them several attempts to get her into the deep sleep needed for Mia to regress her. He’d reassured her time and time again that she was in safe hands. Mia could read Prophecy’s mind with all the ease of reading a book. She would be able to unlock the barriers that had been set up by Arkalus.
    Mia finished her blood and placed the glass down. He smiled at her when she walked across to where Prophecy was lying and sat on the padded seat behind her head.
    “I will need some time and some peace if this is to be successful,” she said with a serious look.
    He nodded. “It is a nice night. I shall leave you to it.”
    With a small bow in her direction, he turned and walked out of the French doors and onto the little stone balcony that overlooked the river. This side of the castle was high up and there was nothing but a fifty-foot drop between him and the rushing torrent below.
    He listened to it in the darkness. The moon was hidden behind patchy cloud tonight, but when it chose to appear it cast enough light on the world to show him the rocky bed of the river and the white crests of the water as it smashed into them. His eyes scanned the pine forest, his ears trying to pick out the sounds of the night creatures as they went about their business. He longed to be out there with them, hunting something, anything, so long as it took his mind off what was happening in the room at his back.
    He wondered how long it would take Mia to regress Prophecy. He’d never seen her do it before. She’d once offered to take a look into his mind but he’d refused. His mind was something that he wanted to keep to himself. Besides, Mia could read him like a book without having to open the cover.
    Sighing, he turned and leaned his elbows against the stone wall. He let his head fall back and stared up at the sky. It had an ominous look about it. The clouds seemed to move too fast, their grey bodies edged with a silver glow when they passed across the moon.
    All around him, he could hear the chatter of animals.
    He frowned when silence descended.
    Something felt wrong.
    A scream pierced the still night air.
    Running forwards, he threw the curtains aside and stared at Mia. She was sitting calmly behind Prophecy with her hands on either side of her head. She looked around at him, clearly not disturbed by the frantic, jerking movements that Prophecy was making.
    “Do not worry,” she said with a grim smile on her lips. “We have just hit a barrier or something in her past that has been long forgotten. Her reaction is to be expected. Now if you would.”
    He stared at Prophecy for a few seconds, watching her body as it jerked off the chaise lounge while her head remained perfectly still between Mia’s hands.
    Dragging himself away, he repeatedly told himself that she would be fine. Mia would never hurt her. She’d never hurt anyone she liked. He walked over to the edge of the balcony again and let his eyes drift over the scenery while he tried to get a hold of his scattered emotions. He had reacted in less than a heartbeat to the sound of Prophecy crying out in pain. Maybe Mia and Dmitri were right about his feelings for her. He took a deep breath and sighed it out.
    Had he been so busy fighting against his feelings that he had been blind to their true depth?
    Did he love her, a child of his enemy?
    He suddenly felt like the star-crossed lover he had wanted to avoid becoming. Here he was in this fairytale castle with a girl of his bloodline’s opposing family. He hoped that Shakespeare was wrong and they weren’t such an ill-fated couple.
    His gaze fell to rest on the far distance and he stared at the dark hills, barely able to make out their form against the pitch-black sky. Leaning forwards, he rested his elbows on the wall and propped his head up on one hand. He hated waiting. He wanted to see the things that Mia was seeing, wanted to know Prophecy’s past so he could help her answer all the questions she had.
    Mia was right to send him out of the room. He would only wind up pacing and distracting her. What she was doing required her