Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

werewolves, but she knew they were still warm blooded and had heartbeats, even though they were immortal like herself.
    She was immortal.
    She frowned when the questions flooded her mind again and she stared unseeingly at the flickering flames. The questions about her past had now become questions about herself. Valentine had told her that she was just like him and she wanted to believe him. She was a vampire. Wasn’t she?
    The sound of a door opening made her look up and she saw Dmitri leaving the room. She looked at Valentine and he frowned briefly before coming over to her. She was glad of his company. There were so many things running through her mind and she needed to get them straight. Maybe Valentine could help her. When they had been in Oxford, she’d found that talking to him had helped clear her head and helped her deal with things.
    He sat down on her right on the velvet-covered couch and gave her a concerned look. She smiled again, hoping to reassure him and wishing that she could alleviate some of the worry that seemed to have permanently settled in his eyes recently.
    She let her hand slip until it rested next to his on the patch of couch between them. She smiled inside when his fingers first brushed against hers and then interlocked with them. Glancing down, she saw his fingers hooked around hers and raised her brows when the stone in her amulet glowed.
    “Valentine?” she said in a hesitant voice. His fingers tightened against hers as though he’d heard the underlying emotions of confusion and fear in her voice and was trying to comfort her. She raised her eyes and met his.
    “Are you certain you are all right?” he said.
    She nodded and then sighed, her gaze returning to the fire.
    “You said I’m a vampire. I am aren’t I?” She hated how uncertain she sounded and didn’t give him a chance to respond to her question. “I mean. I’m immortal. I must be or I wouldn’t have been able to jump off the Eiffel Tower without hurting myself and the hunter’s drug would have killed me. I just don’t know how the human side effects me... it’s placed so many questions in my head.”
    “You have no heartbeat. You are strong, fast, and have the healing powers our species are blessed with. You are a vampire, Prophecy. Never doubt that. I have seen you, the real you.” He shifted on the couch so he was facing her and she did the same. She wanted to see the affection in his eyes and know it was for her. She needed to see that he was telling the truth.
    “I know. I need blood and I have all the abilities, but I can control magic.”
    “Maybe your human side is purely your ability to use magic.”
    She could see that he was doing his best to reassure her, but doubt still lingered in the back of her mind.
    “You are not alive,” he said and she frowned. “We are the undead, Prophecy. You can function without breathing, feel the call of the night as keenly as myself, and cannot survive without feeding on blood.”
    He was right. She was a vampire, but there was still a part of her that was human and she wondered if she’d ever know exactly what that meant and what it was. Was it really just her ability to use magic? Her real memories told her that she had been aging. She could remember being a child in the Caelestis house. She could remember Serenity looking after her and Iona tending to her.
    “Will I grow old?” She gave Valentine a fearful look. “If I do... will I die?”
    He sighed. “I am afraid I do not have the answers to those questions. I am sorry. I wish that I did.”
    Closing her eyes, she swallowed her nerves and let her head come to rest on his shoulder. She inhaled deeply and smiled at the familiar scent of Valentine. He let go of her hand and wrapped his arm about her. She moved closer to him and placed her free hand against his chest.
    “Valentine?”
    “Yes, Prophecy?”
    She stifled the tears that were trying to force their way to the surface. Curling her fingers around, she grabbed hold of his jacket and clung to him.
    “Don’t ever let me get old. Don’t let me die.”
    “I won’t. I promise you, I won’t. You will always be this way. You will never grow old. Not on my watch.”
    She sighed when he pressed a soft kiss to her hair and wrapped his other arm about her, holding her tightly against him. Burying her face in his neck, she held onto him, silently telling herself that she knew he wouldn’t let her grow old or die. He wanted her just as she was now.