Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

untraceable. But you have to do this! You are worse than a child!” His eyes narrowed, reflecting the anger in his voice. She flinched away, making a small whining noise while trying to prise his fingers off her. He towered over her, increasing his grip until he saw the pain reflected in her eyes. “Even children know the rules!”
    He should have let go of her then, he knew that he should have, but he suddenly found that he didn’t want to. He’d gotten dangerously close to her and now he could smell the blood on her. A feeling of desire began to grow in the pit of his stomach, running through every inch of him and taking command even as he tried to shut it down.
    She broke free of his grasp but was back in it again before she’d even had the chance to move a foot.
    “I’m not a child!” She retaliated and his fingers closed tightly around her arms again as he stared into her eyes. They moved over her, hunger burning in him as he ran them down her body and back up again.
    “You really aren’t.”
    She stilled in his grasp, her eyes becoming wide at first as she caught his meaning and then drooping again as the moment of recognition passed and the pleasure of the feed fogged her brain.
    Her flesh felt so warm under his fingers. The borrowed heat from the blood and the alcohol made her even more alluring than she had been in the cemetery. He pushed her away, wanting to shut out the desire he felt for her. A deeper sensation coiled in the pit of his stomach, spreading into his chest and drawing him to her as she stood before him with a drunken smile on her face. She was too tempting right now and he was too weak to resist if she made a move.
    He looked down into her eyes and stepped towards her again. He licked his lips at the same time as she cleaned hers of blood. He wished it were his tongue doing that, not hers.
    He shook his head in an attempt to clear it of such ideas and then found his eyes drawn back to her. She closed her eyes and smiled. He could see she still took intense pleasure in the kill. It wasn’t the alcohol that was making her this way. The taste of fresh blood straight from the body had a profound effect on her, one that she didn’t bother to hide.
    His breathing became heavy while he looked at her and she opened her eyes to reveal their emerald depths to him. She had changed, her vampire guise making her even harder to resist. His chest heaved and he stared at her, unable to draw his eyes away no matter how much he tried. He wanted to reach out a lone finger and swipe the blood off her lower lip. He wanted to let her lick it clean. He wanted to taste the blood in a kiss that he knew was forbidden.
    He barely kept control as his eyes switched and his fangs tried to descend.
    Finding the strength, he turned away from her and grabbed her wrist, yanking her along behind him while he strode towards the door.
    He was foolish to have waited so long before moving. The hunter may have realised where they were and it would be difficult to see him in amongst the crowd in the club. He shouldn’t have let her get to him. He should have kept his mind off blood and on the business of getting safely to the hotel without being followed.
    He shouldn’t have wanted to kiss her.
    Leaving the bathroom, he scanned the club, hoping that the hunter had given up his chase this time.
    “Useless child!” he shouted over the din of the music and tightened his grip on her wrist when she tried to twist herself free.
    The room went silent as someone screamed and he didn’t need to look in order to know that they had found the body.
    It was time he and Prophecy got out of there.
    He mentally chastised himself and dragged Prophecy through the club behind him, heading for the fire exit sign he could see on the other side of the stage. He didn’t relinquish his grip on her as he pushed the door open and took a deep breath of air to clear his senses of all the blood and the scent of humans.
    “I feel funny,” Prophecy mumbled.
    He walked her out of the alley and into the street, and then looked at her. She was still swaying. It took a lot of alcohol to get a vampire drunk. The girl she’d fed from must have been close to falling unconscious. Her first kill had been drinking, he’d tasted a trace of the alcohol in her blood, but it hadn’t been to this extent and it hadn’t got Prophecy drunk too.
    He gave her a look that said he wasn’t impressed.
    “I think someone drugged me,” she said.
    He began