Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

of the metro.
    She closed her eyes when she walked out onto the platform and smoky wind blew against her, signalling the approach of a train. She could hear the wheels screeching as it rounded a corner and then the lights appeared in the tunnel.
    When it stopped with one of its doors in front of them, she ducked behind Valentine and used him as a shield to protect herself against the sudden river of people that flowed out of it.
    A glance at the clock on the wall told her it was nearing midnight.
    Why were there so many people still around?
    She let her gaze follow them as they all disappeared up the steps and then hopped onto the train when she realised that Valentine had moved again without her noticing. There was so much to take in now that she was aware of her surroundings. When they had passed through the city before, she had been too deep in the grip of the Hunger to see anything. All she had been able to focus on was the intense pain.
    Her stomach rumbled again.
    Intense pain that was going to return if she didn’t feed soon.
    “Are you all right?”
    She looked up at Valentine. The train began to move, jerking around the corner as it pulled out of the station. She gripped the rail by the door with one hand while keeping her other one pressed against her stomach.
    “Hungry.” She pushed the word out.
    “We shall get you something soon enough. It is not far to go now. The hotel... ” He trailed off and looked along the length of the train towards the next carriage.
    “What?” She could see there was something wrong and her senses automatically reached out, trying to pick up on what he’d felt.
    The carriage they were in was half full and she could barely see the occupants of the next one through the tiny window in the door. Was there something there? All she could feel were humans.
    The second the train stopped at a station, Valentine caught hold of her hand and dragged her off it. His actions ignited a spark of fear inside of her and she gripped his hand tightly.
    “What’s wrong?” she whispered and started to turn her head.
    “Do not look back,” he said. She stopped herself just in time. He glanced down at her. “I think we are being followed.”
    “Werewolf?” she said and stared straight ahead, her body going rigid as she resisted the temptation to look behind her and see what it was that was following them.
    “No. Human.” Valentine looked around them when they reached the ticket barrier and then lifted her over it. He jumped the gate and caught her hand again. “Act normal. Do not panic. We shall soon see if they are following us.”
    “Who are they?”
    He didn’t answer her question; he led her up into the street. She looked around them at the tree-lined road with its pretty buildings and streetlights. There were still a lot of people around and she again wondered why.
    Her question was answered when Valentine led her towards one of the buildings and gave some money to a man on the door.
    She flinched as the music assaulted her ears and the strobe lights made Valentine look jittery as they headed deeper into the club. She growled and hissed at the people as they pushed her, making her almost lose her grip on his hand. The beat of the music was heavy, pounding with guitars and drums, and she tried to catch some of the words but failed. There was a bar against the wall furthest from her, and every inch of the floor was swarming with people. They were dancing, writhing against each other under the blue lights and flickering strobes. The air was hot, swamped with the smell of sweat and the tempting fragrance of blood.
    She was knocked backwards by a group of people and she growled at them. When she regained her balance, she found that Valentine was nowhere to be seen. She looked around her, hers eyes darting over every face that she could see as she searched for him. She felt dizzy when she tried to reach out with her senses to find him and was flooded by the intoxicating feeling of every heartbeat in the room. They all sped, making her head spin. She covered her mouth, trying to hide her teeth as they began to descend. She wanted to close her eyes and breathe in the delicious scent of blood that was engulfing her. Her claws extended and her eyes changed.
    Overwhelming hunger swept through her.
    She saw another person enter, a tall man who was broad in build, and she remembered why Valentine had brought them in here.
    Someone was following them.
    Her vampire guise receded, forced