Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

she’d committed. If they didn’t get her, she was sure that the Law Keepers would.
    Her eyes moved to the man. He closed the door, shutting out the harmful rays of the sun, and then locked it.
    He looked like a Law Keeper, or at least how she’d imagined they looked. They were the elite that all the guardsmen of the families aspired to be one day. She’d heard tales of them through the chronicles and through her maid, Serenity. They’d often passed sleepless days talking about the latest news within the seven pure bloodlines, and it often involved the Law Keepers. There were seven of them, one representative for each bloodline, and it was their duty to uphold the laws laid down by their ancestors. They were emotionless, unattached to their own families. Had he been destined to become one? He looked as though he had the skill and the standing within his family to achieve the honoured position once the current Law Keeper died. It didn’t happen often. Most of the Law Keepers were over three centuries old and had been in service for nearly one hundred years of that.
    How many of her kind had they brought to justice in that time? Most sins received the same punishment.
    Death.
    It was what she would receive if they caught her, and she didn’t even know what she’d done wrong.
    Her eyes strayed back to the man again.
    She realised that he would receive it too. It was a sin to conspire against your bloodline and, by helping her, he was doing just that.
    “You had some questions that you needed answering?” He picked something up off the table near the wall and flicked through them. They looked like little books. They seemed familiar.
    She tried to remember what they were. They were something that she’d seen on the television many times. She frowned as she struggled to put her finger on it.
    Passports.
    England. He’d said they were going to England to see someone he knew.
    “How do you intend to get us to this friend of yours?” she said.
    He didn’t bother looking at her. He just threw the passport he’d been looking at over to her.
    She caught it and flicked through the pages. In the back of it was a picture of a girl. Prophecy scanned over her details and then looked at the man.
    “It doesn’t really look like me.”
    He smiled that slight smile again. “It doesn’t need to. It’s all in how they perceive things. The closer it is to you, the easier their minds are to fool, but I am working on short notice. It was the best my associate could get.”
    She’d never met anyone who had the ability to alter perception before. None of the vampires in her circle had that skill. He walked towards her and took the passport.
    “What’s your name?” She didn’t hesitate in asking him. It was something she was going to need to know if they were going to be travelling together, and focusing on the small things was helping her avoid having to think about the bigger ones, like who she was and just how she was supposed to be destroying her kind.
    He placed the passport down and glanced over his shoulder at her. He seemed to wobble in her vision and her head ached. She pressed her hand to it and leaned against the table behind her for support. She shrugged off the feeling as the after-effects of the drug he’d given her.
    “Valentine,” he said.
    She repeated it several times over in her head. It was a nice name. It sounded as proud and noble as he looked.
    “I’m Prophecy,” she said.
    He turned and gave her an amused look.
    “And they expected to keep you hidden?” His lips curved into the faintest of smiles and then he went back to whatever it was he was doing.
    When he turned around again, he was holding a bundle of clothes. He placed them down beside her and then distanced himself again. She picked them up. They were the clothes she’d been wearing when she’d first met him.
    Taking the hint, she changed into them, noting that he somehow managed to avoid looking at her the whole time she was dressing. She was surprised that he wasn’t taking advantage of the situation and looking. All of the male vampires in her bloodline would have stared at her if she’d been changing in the same room as them. He was so different to them. How old was he? Whatever time he was born in, it had obviously been one where they’d had manners.
    Hell, she would’ve looked at him if he’d been the one changing.
    She smiled to herself while she finished putting on her boots.
    Somehow, getting dressed made her feel