Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

walking with her again.
    “You are not drugged. The girl was drunk and now you are drunk. It will wear off soon.” He stopped to get his bearings and then walked down the road to his right.
    They weren’t far from the hotel. It was something he was thankful for when Prophecy fell in a heap on the floor and giggled.
    He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a drunken vampire.
    He hauled her to her feet and cast her an angry look. She bit her lip, an innocent look on her face as she held her hand out to him. He rolled his eyes and took hold of it, tired of telling her off and wishing they were already at the hotel. He wanted some time to think. He’d let her sleep off the effects of her feed and do a little pacing so his head would clear.
    It felt as though there was so much going on in it that he couldn’t cope with anything else that came along. It was a dangerous way to feel. One wrong decision and they’d both be dead.
    He picked up the pace when he saw the bright sign of the hotel beckoning him up a side street and scanned their surroundings to check it was safe before heading towards it. Prophecy stumbled along behind him, muttering things to herself that he didn’t care to hear. She mentioned his name a few times, but he told himself it was best not to listen. She wouldn’t be making any sense right now and the last thing he needed was to spend the whole night trying to decipher what she’d been talking about.
    Stopping outside the hotel, he looked her over and roughly wiped her chin on his jacket sleeve in case there was any trace of blood on her. He didn’t need the concierge seeing the blood and presuming he’d been hitting her.
    He pushed the door open and held it for her. She walked unsteadily through it and stopped in the lobby. Her head fell backwards and she stared at everything with wide eyes and an open mouth.
    Shaking his head, he went to the reception desk and checked them in, all the while keeping his senses locked on her where she was turning gradually on the spot.
    Taking his door card with a smile, he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the lifts. He kept the smile on his face as people passed him, and tugged on Prophecy’s hand, trying to speed her up as his cheeks began to ache. He never could smile for long. Cornelius had always said it was because his position demanded for him to be serious all the time. He just thought it was because there wasn’t much to smile about in the world.
    He pushed Prophecy into the lift when the doors opened. The smile dropped off his face. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned his head backwards while he heaved a sigh. Why did everything about the girl seem so difficult? They couldn’t even achieve the simple task of arriving in Paris without drawing the attention of both a hunter and the police. It wasn’t bad enough that they had guardians and Law Keepers hunting them, she had to get humans involved too. He looked at her. She was leaning against the wall opposite him humming to herself while she traced patterns on the mirror.
    He shook his head again and sighed.
    He’d arrived in this city no less than a hundred times in his life, not once had he been tracked by a hunter the second he’d arrived, and not once had he drawn the attention of the police.
    The lift door opened and he went to grab hold of her wrist again but she pushed him away and walked in what she clearly thought was a straight line out into the hall.
    He turned her around when she started heading in the wrong direction and suppressed his desire to growl when she jerked her shoulder backwards, making him let her go. She wove down the corridor, bumping into the wall occasionally and mumbling things under her breath whenever she did.
    At least she was amusing to watch sometimes.
    He whistled at her when she walked straight past the door to the room and she turned very slowly to face him, as though she was sure she would fall if she moved any faster.
    He pushed the door open.
    She held her hand out, ghosting it along the wall while she walked back towards him and then taking hold of the doorframe as she went into the room.
    He almost walked into her when she stopped dead and looked around the room. Easing the door closed behind him, he slipped past her and let her take it all in. He went straight to the mini bar and opened himself a whisky. Sitting down on one of the couches, he watched her as she continued to stand in the same spot, her eyes moving over