Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

waiting for his old friend to speak. Prophecy sat in the chair opposite him. He raised a brow as Mathias removed several canisters from his satchel and opened one of them. The scribe filled three glasses with blood and carried two of them with him as he walked over to where he and Prophecy were sitting. Prophecy almost snatched hers. Valentine smiled when she looked sheepish and then he noticed that Mathias was holding the other glass out to him.
    His stomach growled.
    “It’s still warm,” Mathias said, as though he needed any enticing to make him drink what he was being offered.
    He had to eat. It had been days since his last feed. He took the glass with a nod and waited for Mathias to retrieve his and join them. He was amused by the way that Prophecy kept licking her lips, her eyes not leaving the blood as she waited for a sign that she could drink it. When she looked across at him, he raised his glass and nodded, showing her that no one would think she was rude if she drank it now.
    He sipped his.
    She gulped hers down and then bit her lip while she looked at both him and Mathias, seeing that they weren’t drinking theirs so indelicately. His gaze was drawn to her lips. Her teeth were bloodied, her lower lip stained with crimson. He felt drawn to it, mesmerised by the sight of her having fed. Images of the night he’d found in her the cemetery flashed into his mind. He really hadn’t seen one take so much pleasure in blood. It had stirred fire in his veins.
    He stared at the bloom of red on her lip as she released it.
    It still stirred fire in his veins.
    Tearing his eyes away from her, he swiftly drank the blood in his glass and stifled his desire to change into his vampire guise.
    Mathias cleared his throat.
    “You had news?” Valentine used it to distract himself and pushed away the images of Prophecy in the cemetery that lingered in his mind.
    “News?” Mathias frowned thoughtfully and then raised his brows. “News, of course.”
    Prophecy placed her glass down and leaned towards Mathias where he was standing between the two chairs near the unlit fireplace.
    “Well?” she said, her eyes showing her eagerness.
    Valentine leaned casually back into his chair.
    “I tracked a guardian tonight,” Mathias said and Valentine’s attention was immediately with him. “I’ve heard from a reliable source that the seven have had orders to release their guardians. Many of the families have already sent them out to seek out the child of the prophecy. The only house yet to respond is Validus. Hyperion shows no interest in releasing them. Aurorea and Caelestis have informed the Law Keepers.”
    “You are certain?” he said.
    Mathias nodded. A sense of dread filled Valentine. Prophecy had been right. There was no going back.
    “We don’t have guardians. I wasn’t aware that my family kept werewolves,” Prophecy said with a frown and looked at him.
    “Neither of our families keep them at the mansion. When our houses were joined, they built a compound in the outskirts of the city. They have kept the werewolves there. If all the bloodlines and demons have not been alerted to your existence by now, they soon will be. Kalinor will lose no time, especially if he has realised that I am with you.”
    “You must move quickly,” Mathias said. “You will be watched for. Keep your guards up.”
    “Where must we go?” Prophecy said.
    “Paris.”
    “Paris?” Valentine straightened up on hearing the name of the city he knew so well. It was where he’d had the most dangerous fights of his life against the hunter. He was sure that the hunter lived in that city. It had good connections, both land and air, to the rest of Europe, making it the most sensible place to base his operations.
    “My research has uncovered something which I had long forgotten. In my youth, I had been curious about the prophecy. I discovered that there was a key that supposedly unlocked it.”
    “As in translated it?” he asked and Mathias nodded.
    “The prophecy is written in an ancient tongue, one which all vampires have lost their knowledge of. It took the ten original vampires over four years to translate the entire scroll. The wheels have been set in motion for a reason. I do not believe we have such a luxurious amount of time in which to decipher it. The key will help us, of that I am sure.”
    “Where is the key?” Prophecy shifted forwards on her seat until she was balancing on the edge, as close to Mathias as she could get