Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

brink of discovering just why Arkalus had been tampering with Prophecy’s mind and he was no longer sure whether he wanted to know, but he felt that he had to, if only to help her deal with whatever it was she had discovered about herself.
    Mia stared deep into his eyes.
    “She does not have one.”
    The words hit him with more force than he’d expected and they sent his mind reeling. He released her arms, stepping backwards as though he could distance himself from the reality of the situation if he distanced himself from her. He didn’t want to believe that she was trying to say what he thought she was. It wasn’t possible.
    “What in the Devil’s name are you talking about? She must have one!”
    Mia solemnly shook her head. “She is aging, Valentine. I saw her as a child and as a baby. I saw her born on a black day. I saw her mother die to give her the power to live.”
    “It isn’t possible. I will not believe it.”
    “Believe it, Valentine, for it is the truth. She has no marks because she was not turned. She was born. That is why she can use magic. Her mother was a witch and she sacrificed everything, her life and her soul, to give Prophecy all the power she had.”
    “What does it mean? She is a vampire. I have seen it with my own eyes, Mia.” He stared at Prophecy who was still sleeping. He still couldn’t get his head around what he was being told. She had been born and was aging. Her mother had sacrificed herself so she would have power. If it was all too much for him to deal with, he didn’t want to think about how she was going to cope.
    “She is half vampire at the very least. There was a terrible trauma when she was still in her mother’s womb. I believe that her mother may have been turned while she was pregnant. Somehow, she has become part vampire and part human. I do not know how or why.”
    He believed her when she said that she didn’t. She looked as confused as he felt.
    “You said she is aging.”
    Mia nodded. “I do not know when she will stop, or if she will stop. It is apparently the only side effect of the coupling of the species. She has all the abilities of a vampire, no?”
    “She does. She has the healing and the strength, and she has the enhanced senses. She has everything we do.”
    “And yet she has something else, too,” she said. “She has magic. It is obvious that this is the reason she can carry it. A part of her, no matter how small, is human. She is a hybrid, a new species.”
    “What if I turned her?”
    Mia’s eyes widened in shock. “You wish to turn her?”
    “I didn’t say that.” He shook his head, backtracking swiftly. “I meant what if she were turned.”
    “Prophecy is already a vampire. She would bond with you if you turned her. You would become mates.”
    He stared at the floor, trying to avoid Mia’s gaze as he gathered his thoughts. He hated it when she seemed to see straight through him. He felt as though he couldn’t hide anything from her. He hadn’t meant to voice his thoughts about turning Prophecy, but he had, and now Mia knew that he desired to keep Prophecy with him, no matter what he had to do in order to achieve it.
    “It is forbidden,” she said, breaking into his thoughts and bringing him back to the world. “The great houses would execute you both. I can turn her for you. We have no attachment on either side and therefore would not bond.”
    He shook his head again, a frown knitting his brows.
    “It is not necessary. Turning her may affect the prophecy,” he said and then looked over at Prophecy, sensing her stirring.
    Leaving Mia’s side, he instantly went to her. He knelt beside her, watching her eyelids flutter as she gradually awoke. When she shot up into a sitting position, he moved backwards, fearing she was going to lash out at anything near her.
    Prophecy breathed deeply and tried to make sense of everything that was going on in her head. It was a blur of disjointed memories that made her head ache with despair and confusion. She pressed her hand to it and then drew her knees up and hugged them. Her whole body trembled and she rocked back and forth, staring into nothingness. All of the images floating around her head seemed to swim in and out of focus. She screwed her face up in agony and buried her fingers into her hair, covering her ears with her palms and trying to shut the world out. She could hear a voice, a familiar one. Someone was speaking in gentle tones, caressing her ears and soothing her. She