Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

wanted to latch onto that voice, wanted to wrap her arms about him and make him hold her tightly until everything in her head went away.
    She didn’t stop the tears as they slipped large and fast down her cheeks, and didn’t make a move to reach out and take hold of the one thing that could comfort her.
    She didn’t deserve his comfort.
    “I’m an abomination,” she whispered into her knees and more tears came, constricting her throat and making it ache while she silently made herself believe her words. She was an abomination like Arkalus had once said. She deserved to be hunted.
    “No, no you are not.” Valentine’s tone was still gentle and she listened to his words, wishing they were true even when she knew they weren’t.
    “I am. I’m not human and I’m not a vampire. I’ve never lived, not once. I’ve never really lived. I was born an abomination. You say that I’m not, but if that’s the case then what am I?” She raised her head, keeping her hands over her ears and looking deep into his eyes in search of an answer.
    Their green depths were filled with concern, with affection and tenderness.
    With love.
    “You are a vampire, as I am, only there is a human part of you. You have some human qualities. You are not an abomination, understand?” He placed his left hand lightly on her shoulder at first and then moved it to rest over her right hand where it was pressed against her ear.
    The feeling of it against hers made fresh tears rise up. She wanted to lean into his touch and take comfort from him but there was still a part of her that wanted him to hate her. She wanted to be punished for what she was. Her whole life had been a lie. She wasn’t the person she’d always thought she was. She was a stranger to herself.
    “It is your humanity that gives you the ability to use magic,” he said.
    Her eyes remained locked with his. She couldn’t understand how he could be so calm. Mia must have told him everything. Her gaze drifted to the female vampire. She looked petrified and was keeping her distance from them. Something told her that it wasn’t to give them some privacy. How was it that Mia was now scared of her but Valentine wasn’t? He was sitting by her, kneeling so close that she wanted to throw her arms about his neck and bury her face into it. She wanted to cry until no more tears would come, but she knew that it wouldn’t solve anything and it wouldn’t help her deal with what she had discovered about herself.
    How was she supposed to cope with this? She had cursed Arkalus when Valentine had first mentioned that her blood brother might have been tampering with her memories rather than helping her. Now she understood why he had done it. She would have realised she was different. It would have been obvious that she wasn’t wholly vampire. Vampires didn’t age. Her eyes dropped to rest on Valentine’s chest and she frowned, trying to make sense of everything in her head. It felt as though there was a war going on in her mind. The barriers and lies that Arkalus had put in place, the memories she’d always thought were hers, were fighting against those that she now remembered. When they all fell into line, she didn’t know how she was going to cope.
    “It’s all so fuzzy, in my head. I can remember it all, Valentine. I can remember everything, but there’s no sense of time or place. It’s all mixed up.”
    “It will take time for your mind to regain some sense of order,” Mia said, cautiously approaching them. “The sun will rise soon. It is best we take Prophecy back to her room so she may get some rest.”
    “No, I will take her.” Valentine stood and offered her his hand.
    Prophecy looked at it and then up at his face. He really was taking the news better than her, but then she supposed that he would. He didn’t seem to care that she wasn’t truly a vampire. He still looked at her the same way. There was still fire burning in his eyes.
    Slipping her hand into his, she allowed him to help her to stand and then frowned when she wobbled, her knees feeling weak.
    “The process can be very draining. You will recover your strength in time. Do not fear.” Mia touched her shoulder and then began towards the door.
    She was about to follow her when she found herself being scooped up by Valentine. He let one arm rest against her back while the other supported her legs. Her head instantly came to rest against his shoulder and she looped her arms about his neck. She closed her