Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

hadn’t reached them yet.
    “All alone... pretty girl like you... city like this,” he slurred.
    She kept her smile steady, holding her nerve and waiting for the right moment to strike.
    When he came within arm’s reach, she lowered her head completely, turning it away from him so she was almost looking behind her.
    So shadows hid her face.
    “I don’t come out often,” she said, hesitating while she built up the courage to take her first life.
    “Shame... not enough girls like you in this city. You shouldn’t hide away.” He stepped up to her.
    His fingers brushed against her cheek. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. Anticipation curled like a snake in the pit of her stomach and she was ready to strike.
    “Not enough girls like you in the world,” he murmured and she smiled.
    “You’d be right there.” She raised her head as her fangs descended and in one swift move, she was on him.
    Grasping his arms, she bit deep into his neck, hoping her aim was true and she would catch a vein strong enough to drink from.
    Her hands wrestled with his. He struggled against her in a desperate attempt to break free. She sank her teeth deeper into his neck and her mouth filled with blood. It tasted sweeter than the rarest wine as it slipped down her throat and she couldn’t stop herself from drinking deeply. It was intoxicating. He started to cry out and she covered his mouth roughly with her hand, stopping him from drawing attention to them. She held him tighter and tried to contain him so she could feed properly. He was wriggling against her now and it only served to drive her on, heightening the thrill of her first kill. The taste of fresh, warm blood made her fingers curl and she didn’t even notice that her nails were digging into his flesh.
    All she could think about, all she could feel, was the all-consuming pleasure of his blood.
    His heart stopped and she released him, hearing him slump to the ground at her feet.
    Her head fell backwards and she lost herself in the sensations running rampant through her, potent feelings she’d never experienced before. Her mind swam with desire while she savoured the divinity of what she’d tasted.
    * * * *
    From the shadows, Valentine watched her, his eyes following her every move. She wiped her fingers across her mouth, licking and sucking every last drop of blood off them as though it would be her last. He’d never seen one take so much pleasure from the hunt and the kill. He’d never witnessed one lose themselves so much in the feed.
    Slipping out of the darkness, he walked towards her, moving silently for fear of alerting her to his presence before he was willing to make himself known.
    She was enthralling. Still wrapt in delight, she ran her fingers down her body, clearly buzzing from the fresh blood in her veins. He arched a brow at her when he stopped at a distance, close enough to see who she was, but far away enough that she still didn’t notice him. She ran her tongue along her soft full lips, clearing them of any remaining blood.
    “And what have we here?” he said.
    Prophecy started as the velvet-edged, strong voice roused her from her haze. For a moment, she thought about answering him by mentioning that he’d just said exactly what her last victim had, but then she caught his scent and froze.
    He wasn’t human.
    He was a vampire.
    Her eyes shot open and she stared at him, her senses becoming painfully sharp when he stared straight back.
    His eyes were sharp, narrowing as he studied her. “Who are you?”
    She remained mute. She could sense a power in him that was nearly as strong as her mother’s was and she knew instinctively that he was from the other family. Her eyes remained fixed on him when thunder rumbled threateningly overhead and she blinked rapidly when fat raindrops began to fall. The sound of them filled the silence. They saturated her in a matter of seconds.
    Those seconds seemed to stretch into minutes while she stared at him and he looked back at her. The dead body of the man she’d killed lay prostrate between them, marking a line that she chose as the boundary between her and the newcomer. If he stepped near it, she’d bolt in the opposite direction and head for the safety of home.
    Until then, she would stand her ground.
    Lightning illuminated the turbulent blanket of grey above them. She noticed that his hair was black against his skin; a tangled spiky mess that made his slim face look even thinner. He stood straight with