Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

teeth penetrated her throat in the same place he’d bitten her before. She wriggled against him, trying to get her arms free so she could push him away, but he only held her tighter.
    Valentine frowned and bit down harder on her neck, drawing her blood into his mouth and bracing himself while he waited for the images to hit him.
    Nothing.
    His teeth retracted.
    It wasn’t possible that she had the strength to block her memories from him. He’d easily seen the visions she held in her blood when he’d bitten her before. She hadn’t put up a fight. How had she blocked him this time?
    He moved back a fraction to look at her and didn’t have time to react when her feet came up. They pressed hard into his stomach and propelled him backwards through the air. His breath left him as he slammed into the far wall and dropped to his knees, his teeth gritted.
    When his body finally shut down the pain, he raised his eyes to look at her.
    She was gone.
    He hurried to his feet and swung around to face the now open door.
    Not pausing to think, he began after her. He couldn’t let her reach her family’s mansion. If she made it there, then they’d both be dead. His family wouldn’t want to hear any of the excuses that he could think of. Kalinor wouldn’t believe him if he said that she had been the danger he’d sensed. He would only see that he had abducted the child of the prophecy. When she told the two families of the questions he’d asked, he would be condemned to death.
    They’d both die.
    But it couldn’t happen could it? Not if the things her blood had shown him were true.
    He took a deep breath of fresh air as his feet hit the road outside the warehouse. She wasn’t far ahead of him and he knew exactly which direction she was going to head in.
    Running after her through the dark deserted streets, he kept his senses fixed on her and ducked down a side road. If he were quick enough, he would be able to cut her off before she made it half the distance to her house. He ducked down another alley and smiled when he came back out onto the road she was running down.
    She ground to a halt the moment she saw him, her expression hardening as she realised he was again blocking her path.
    She kept still, obviously waiting for him to make a move.
    Relaxing, he straightened up and raked his eyes over her. She was fast, and strong. He’d not met a female as strong as her before. The way she’d thrown him across the room was impressive. She had power too, enough to stop him from seeing things in her blood. What else was she hiding from him?
    He smiled inside when she continued to stand before him in a fighting stance, her fists clenched while she stood with one foot in front of the other in the weakly lit street. He listened to the sound of her heavy breathing as it cut through the silence. It was getting late. The sun would be rising soon. He was running out of time to convince her that everything she had thought was safe, was gone, replaced with a death sentence.
    She frowned at him, clearly wondering why he wasn’t making a move. He could almost see the question flickering in her dark eyes. His gaze wandered downwards. The long black nightdress she wore clung to her body, not hiding anything from the imagination. Her feet were bare. He gave a thought to the clothes that were still at the warehouse with the rest of his things. He should have realised that she wasn’t going to make any of this easy. Not that it was easy. Going against his family was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, but his instincts had told him it was the right thing.
    And blood never lies.
    He raised his eyes back to her face. She cleared her hair away from her eyes, pushing it back over her shoulders and revealing herself fully to him. She still looked heavenly.
    “Show me your true face.” The words left his lips before he even had time to consider what he was asking or why he wanted to see it.
    He was surprised when she did as he’d asked. The bones of her face shifted smoothly, her teeth elongating and sharpening, and her eyes changing to emerald green. She was a Caelestis then. No doubt about that.
    She hissed and flexed her fingers while her claws extended.
    He didn’t bother changing. He had already satisfied her curiosity about the real him back at the cemetery. There was no need to reveal his demon face again. He stared at her. She moved her weight from one foot to the other, waiting for him to make a move.
    When he didn’t, she