Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

over the top of them, pictures of mystical beasts and people from ancient myths. She’d never been able to see them like that. When she looked at the stars, she saw different images overlaying them. They were pictures of the constellations that she’d never seen, and she had to wonder why they were etched in her memory so deeply that she could only recall them and not the ones she remembered seeing.
    The moon was beautiful, nothing more than a thin crescent in the deep blue sky.
    “We shall discover more about the prophecy in due time.” His voice cut the silence and a frown flickered on her brow before she relaxed again.
    “You mean more about me,” she said, keeping her eyes fixed on the stars.
    His silence told her that he didn’t know what to say in response to that.
    “I feel... ” She trailed off. She felt self-conscious, unsure of whether she should be saying such things to him when she wasn’t sure if he cared about her at all.
    “Go on,” he said in a gentle tone.
    She brought her eyes down from the stars to rest on him. He was sitting at an angle facing her. One of his arms was resting against his knee and he leaned forwards. There was a look in his eyes that said he wanted to know what she had been about to say.
    Did he really?
    She wanted to believe that he did, but it was all too much to deal with. She had to speak though. The words weren’t going to stay inside her and she had to say them in order to make herself feel better. A part of her hoped that he would say something comforting. It would be easy to fool herself into believing he cared if he responded to what she was going to say with something reassuring.
    “I feel like everything has been a lie. My whole life has been one big lie. I’ve spent it pretending that everything was okay, and that the little things that constantly raised questions in my head didn’t exist. I did have a sire. I did have marks once but now they’re gone. That was it. I wasn’t abnormal. The reason people weren’t allowed to speak to me was because of my standing within my family, not because I was different in some way. The looks they gave me were because of who I was, not because they feared me for some unknown reason. I’ve fooled myself for so long and now I can’t.” She closed her eyes and let her head fall backwards so she was facing the sky. “Now I realise that I’ve been living a lie all these years, and the questions I’ve held at the back of my mind won’t leave me be.”
    “What questions?”
    She smiled at the way his voice had maintained its gentleness.
    “Valentine?”
    “Prophecy?” He shifted closer to her and she opened her eyes.
    “Do you remember daylight, sunrise... sunsets?” She didn’t dare look at him, not until she had control over her feelings. She forced herself to remain as calm as she appeared, even though there was a dark vortex of pain growing inside of her, consuming every shred of peace she had felt and leaving her hurting worse than she’d ever done. Now that she’d begun to remember all the times she’d fooled herself into thinking everything was okay, she couldn’t stop the questions and the sense of fear that was creeping in.
    “Vaguely,” he said. “Why?”
    She looked at him. “I don’t. I don’t remember anything about my human life.”
    He raised a brow and inclined his head, giving her a curious look. “You don’t? Why not?”
    “I don’t know... Arkalus tries to help me. Every death day of mine, he takes me to the vault where it’s quiet and he tries to help me remember. I never do.”
    His expression had darkened when she’d mentioned her brother and he looked pensive. “Some vampires can repress the memory.”
    It had sounded as though he was talking to himself more than to her, but she hadn’t missed what he’d said and it had raised more questions in her head, questions that she now realised she should have asked long ago. Was there a reason why all her years in the mansion had seemingly been spent in the same way?
    “Are you saying that I’m—”
    “No... I am saying that it might be that he is hindering your memories rather than helping you. I know someone who might be able to help you unlock them.”
    “Why would he do that? Why would he tamper with my memories, Valentine? What is it that I’m not supposed to remember?”
    “I do not know. I am sorry.” He started to reach out to her but then placed his hand down on the back of the bench instead. “I shall