Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

but you seemed to be fighting to get to something or someone. There was a door. You looked as though you were fighting to save... and I... you said... ”
    “Valentine?” she said.
    His eyes met hers. They were wide, making him look as though he’d seen a ghost rather than heard her say his name. Had he seen himself in her blood? Had she spoken to him?
    He turned away, avoiding looking at her by staring at the door.
    How could he have seen things in her blood that hadn’t happened yet? Had it somehow show him her future? She struggled to remember anything eventful that had happened during her life as a vampire and came up with nothing. All the years she’d spent locked away in the house had seemingly been passed in the same way. Her thoughts went back to what he’d said. It was so familiar and she realised why.
    “I have dreams like that. They started recently. I dream of great battles, of demons and witches,” she said and kept her eyes fixed on him. He looked over at her but didn’t say anything. “Why do they call me an abomination? Is it because of these things I can see? They’re not dreams are they? My blood wouldn’t show you a dream.”
    “A vampire has never been known to have visions, but it is possible that what you are seeing is one.” He moved over to the table where the passports were. His air turned awkward and she frowned as she realised he’d avoided her first question.
    “Why am I an abomination?” She repeated it, letting him see that he wasn’t getting away without answering it.
    “I honestly do not know. Maybe because they fear you.”
    She supposed that they had every right to fear her if she really was the child of the prophecy. Was that why she hadn’t been allowed to talk to most of the vampires in her house and why they weren’t allowed to speak to her? They all probably knew who she was and what she was going to do. If they had spoken to her, they may have accidentally revealed things to her that would have raised questions in her mind. Iona, her mother, knew exactly what she was and yet she’d tried to keep her hidden. Arkalus had said that their mother had been a fool and not worthy of running the house. Something in her heart said that she wasn’t the only one in grave danger now. Arkalus would use this new turn of events to attempt to overthrow their mother and take her place as master of their bloodline. She couldn’t believe that everyone had known about her all this time and no one had said a word.
    Not even Serenity.
    How could her maid and best friend have kept so quiet about it? They had spent long sleepless days and restless nights talking about how cruel it was that she was kept shut up inside the mansion. Not once had her friend told her that there was a dark and horrible reason she was a prisoner in her own home. If she had known that leaving the house to hunt would lead to things like this happening, then she would have remained indoors. She would never have gone against her mother.
    Now, she was going to kill her family. She was going to kill Iona, and Serenity. She was going to kill every member of the pure bloodlines of Aurorea, Venia, Vehemens, Validus, Tenebrae, and Nocens. She was going to kill all of the bastard bloodlines that infested the planet. She was going to kill the demons that walked in both day and night. She was going to kill everything.
    Even Valentine, who had dared to rescue her from death.
    She pressed her hand into her stomach as it turned over. “I don’t feel so good.”
    “It must be overwhelming to suddenly be faced with all of this.”
    She barely heard what he’d said as she screwed her face up in agony and struggled against her desire to change. She looked into his eyes as the bones of her face shifted to allow her fangs to descend, and her vision and senses sharpened.
    “The Hunger is not helping,” he said in a matter of fact tone and placed the passports into a bag. “It will pass. It happens to us all when we have executed our first kill.”
    She shook her head and forced her demon guise to recede. The Hunger? She’d read about that. Her tutor, Tiberius, had taught her about the symptoms; the incredible craving for blood that it awakens inside you and the way it seems impossible to slake your thirst.
    “Get some rest. We shall be safe here for now. When evening falls then we shall go to the airport.”
    “To England,” she muttered to herself.
    “To Paris.” He corrected her.
    “Paris?”
    “We will