Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

lord of Tenebrae’s foot, and the sound of vampires dying as Prophecy bravely fought them. He singled out her signature and focused on it.
    He could feel it in his body, in his blood. She wasn’t just fighting to save the world, she was fighting to be with him, to end all this so they could finally be together.
    “Together,” he whispered.
    Taking a deep breath, he raised his head up, meeting the lord of Tenebrae’s eyes. He saw a tiny hint of fear enter their black depths. Growling low, he extended his claws and ignored the axe that lay on the floor only a few feet from him. He let his emotions fuel the fire inside of him.
    He’d do this for her.
    Always for her.
    He roared as he rushed at the lord of Tenebrae, ignoring the pain still racing through his body, and punched him hard across the cheek. He didn’t feel the dull throb in his fingers when his fist connected with the metal helmet. He just kept hitting him, unleashing all his rage.
    Everything seemed to move in slow motion when he threw another punch towards the elder vampire’s face. Valentine grimaced when the lord of Tenebrae caught hold of his fist and went to hit him with his other hand but the sound of deep laughter stopped him.
    He looked down and frowned when he realised that the elder vampire had his hand tightly locked around his throat.
    “Damn,” Valentine choked the word out while the vampire lifted him off the floor and then met his eyes. They were cold and dark, emotionless.
    Valentine kicked him in the stomach and was rewarded by having his throat squeezed even harder.
    Suddenly everything became clear and calm.
    This was it. This was the moment he knew would come. Prophecy needed to see him in danger, it gave her the pain and fear she needed to fuel the magic. It gave her the feelings she needed in order to do anything to win. It used her and her love for him.
    Her fear of losing him.
    In Paris and Prague with the werewolves—all times where he was in danger, not her.
    She needed this.
    “Prophecy!” he yelled and then closed his eyes and slipped out of vampire guise when the elder vampire increased his grip.
    The whole room fell silent and he saw the elder vampire’s eyes scanning the room. They stopped and his expression changed, something flickered in the depths of his eyes but Valentine couldn’t quite tell what it was.
    He tried to look over his shoulder, craning his neck and pushing against the lord of Tenebrae with his free hand. He could just about see her out of the corner of his eye. She was standing only a few metres away, her eyes dark and her brows knit.
    “It is the child of the prophecy,” the lord of Tenebrae said.
    Valentine could see the magic building as she raised her hand, could almost sense the strength of it. A chill swept down his spine.
    The lord of Tenebrae held him higher in the air, lifting him up until his feet were far off the ground.
    “Now you will pay for your attack upon this castle. The child of the prophecy has come. You will face her and receive your dues.”
    Valentine frowned and then his stomach dropped as it dawned on him.
    “Prophecy, no!” he shouted.
    Prophecy didn’t hear him. She was too busy focusing on calling the magic and making it as strong as possible. She growled when the vampire flung Valentine to one side and then her eyes widened in horror when a shimmering portal appeared.
    It engulfed Valentine and vanished before she had time to react.
    “No!” she screamed and tightened her grip on her wrist when her hand began to shake uncontrollably. She could feel the magic surge through her and cried out in pain when it was unleashed. The glowing orb tore through the room, heading straight for the man she recognised as the lord of Tenebrae. Tears blinded her, her throat constricting and her chest aching. Her knees wobbled, her whole body growing weak from the magic draining her energy. She barely saw the threads of magic rip through the vampire, barely heard the scream of agony that issued from his lips while he fell to the floor, his body burning up and turning to ashes.
    Blinking away her tears, she ran at the platform, killing anyone that stood in her way and not stopping when one of the high guards moved to block her path. She chopped his head off with the axe and pushed his body to one side, pressing onwards to the place where empty armour now littered the floor, covered in grains of black ash.
    “No,” she breathed, clutching her stomach while she stared at the