Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

away by panic in an attempt to make her blend in, and she quickly searched for Valentine. She couldn’t see him anywhere and the tall man was beginning to move through the crowd towards her. She needed to find somewhere safe to hide. Her eyes darted to her right as a bright white light appeared and disappeared. Perfect.
    She forced her way through the crowd and pushed the bathroom door open.
    The brightness of the light was blinding and her hand came up instinctively to protect her eyes. The door closed behind her and she breathed a sigh of relief as the wall dulled the feeling of the people in the club. She paused when she sensed that she wasn’t alone.
    Someone flushed a toilet and then fell out of the cubicle door into a heap on the floor.
    Her head cocked to one side as the girl struggled to her feet. The girl stared at her with wide eyes and then stumbled towards her, wobbling on her feet as she leaned heavily against the row of washbasins.
    Prophecy focused on the sound of her heartbeat, licking her lips as it pounded erratically, the staccato rhythm calling to her, urging her to feed.
    “You’re pretty,” the girl said in an accent that sounded like the people in the television programs Prophecy had watched back at the mansion. American.
    She didn’t say anything, just moved slightly as the girl reached a hand out towards her face. Her eyes were on it immediately, her Hunger begging her to bite into it and drink her delicate blood down. She needed to sate it. Valentine wouldn’t feed her for ages. Besides, she didn’t need him to feed her. She could feed herself. She frowned and told herself that Valentine had promised to feed her as soon as possible. She didn’t need to eat the girl. It would only make the situation worse.
    She stared at the girl’s neck, watching the pulse that was visible in her jugular.
    It wouldn’t be the same. Whatever Valentine could offer her wouldn’t be the same as drinking from the girl. Her claws extended against her will as her hunting instincts began to take control, whispering words of temptation to her as she struggled against it.
    He didn’t have to know.
    She needed to feed her Hunger. Bottled blood wasn’t going to sate it.
    “I like your style,” the girl drawled and tried to stand without the assistance of the washbasins. “Pale and innocent. Guys dig that.”
    Prophecy cocked a brow. Pale and innocent. Pale maybe, but she wasn’t innocent. None of her kind could be considered that.
    She lost control the moment the girl turned to face the mirror, her eyes widening when she saw only herself reflected in the glass. Not waiting for the girl to turn to face her, and not giving her a chance to scream, Prophecy snapped her neck. She was too weak and desperate for blood to deal with the struggle the girl would have put up.
    It would be easier this way.
    When the girl began to fall, she grabbed her around the waist and held her tightly. She sank her teeth deep into her victim’s neck, her eyes fixing on the mirror and watching the twin puncture marks appear on the dead girl’s skin. The sight of it drove her on, making the blood taste even sweeter as it intoxicated her. A rivulet of red ran down over her victim’s collarbone and she held the girl tighter, digging her claws in. She drank deeper, desperate for the pleasure that came from the fresh blood. It was delicious. She felt as though she’d been starving since her first kill. Now that she’d found the remedy for her craving, she didn’t want to relinquish it until there was nothing left for her to drink. She bit down harder. Her head began to swim and she felt her hunger abating.
    She blinked when she looked into the mirror again and everything seemed to sway and spin.
    When the door opened, she hazily sensed something familiar and dropped the girl. She tried to wipe the blood off her lips but missed and instead watched her hand as it moved slowly in front of her. It looked fuzzy and the more she tried to get it to focus the worse her head felt.
    She barely registered the tight grip on her arm before she was spun on the spot and her knees collapsed beneath her.
    Valentine growled and caught her other arm, forcing her to stand. She beamed up at him, her eyelids heavy and her lips and chin covered in blood.
    He tightened his grip on her upper arms until she pulled a face of discomfort and then he tugged her close to him.
    “There are places to get blood. There are sources in every city where it is