Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

hands shaking as she tried to smooth down her trousers, seemingly trying to find something to occupy herself with. It wouldn’t work. Nothing could take your mind off the Hunger, especially when you were in the grip of it as badly as she was.
    He could still remember the violence of it when it had taken hold of him all those centuries ago. It had been like a fever, burning and consuming him until he felt weak and ready to give up the fight. It had taken the blood of four to sate it. Something told him that Prophecy’s Hunger would be the same.
    He tensed when her head came to rest against his shoulder again and resisted his desire to push her away. Ever since they had boarded the plane, she’d been so close to him, and he couldn’t stand it. It made him want to lash out at her. He wanted to tell her that she was suffocating him with the way she was clinging. He looked straight ahead at the back of the seat in front of him, ignoring her as she whimpered and gripped his arm instead of her seat.
    Closing his eyes, he told himself that she was just frightened and he was the only person here for her. It was understandable that she would want the reassurance that being close to someone would give her. Not only was she in the midst of the Hunger but also this was all new to her. She had never been around so many people and it must be hard for her considering she probably wanted to tear all their throats open.
    Taking a deep breath, he relaxed into his seat and let her be close to him. It was only for a short while. They were already halfway through their flight and he’d be able to have a little more freedom from her when they were on the underground heading to Gare Du Nord in Paris.
    It had been hard to watch the lights of his home disappear, so hard that he’d had to close the blind. It had felt as though he was watching his life drifting into the distance rather than the city.
    He turned his head away from the blind and looked at Prophecy. She was sitting with closed eyes and furrowed brows. He still couldn’t believe what he’d done. Deep inside he hoped that none of this would be in vain and that his instincts were right about her. Whenever he thought about everything he was risking in order to take her to England, his stomach turned and a part of him wanted to kill her.
    Her jaw tensed and she made a small noise of pain.
    He could sense how frightened she was. It wasn’t just the pain of the Hunger. It was what lay ahead of her and the prophecy. It was what lay behind her.
    She was leaving her life behind too, but she’d never been out in the world. It probably all seemed so overwhelming.
    He sighed and resisted the temptation to clear her red hair from her face as it slipped out from behind her ear. Instead, he ran his fingers through his dark locks, loosening them.
    A person stopped nearby.
    He raised his eyes to find a woman smiling at him, her red lips curving perfectly into it and her hazel eyes shining. Her tight blue uniform told him she was a stewardess.
    He gave her a toothy grin and then let it fade from his face as Prophecy’s fingers curled up into tight fists of hurt.
    “Is everything okay over here?” The stewardess gave an anxious glance to Prophecy and then looked back at him. He noted that the stewardess seemed more concerned with him than the girl beside him. “Is it her first time flying?”
    He just nodded and forced another smile.
    When she began to walk towards the rear of the plane, he looked over the seat behind him and followed her progress. She looked back at him, brushing the hair from her face and smiling broadly before disappearing into the area behind the curtains.
    She’d be an easy kill. She was willing and she’d taste as sweet as she looked. All he had to do was accept the offer she’d been clearly giving him and walk to the rear of the plane. She was probably waiting for him. He could go back there, kill her silently, and drink enough to keep him going and give the rest to Prophecy.
    What in the Devil’s name was he thinking?
    Killing on a plane?
    Feeding Prophecy?
    He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The quicker they got to England, the better off he would be. He needed to place some distance between him and the girl again. She was tainting him with her closeness, corrupting his mind and making him think about doing things that were dangerous.
    He’d spent years travelling across Europe and not once had he broken the rules he’d laid down for