Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

like she needed blood in order to speed her recovery. He would take her back to the hotel and make sure she was asleep before heading out to get supplies. Shaking his head, he focused on the witches and what they were telling Prophecy.
    “In two nights, come to see us.”
    “When the moon is fat.” The short witch moved to the steps.
    “Then the key will be ready.”
    He saw Prophecy nod and stepped to one side when she began to move, giving her room to walk past him without upsetting her any further. He glared at the witches and they all smiled at him as though nothing had happened. He shouldn’t have let her go in alone. He should have gone with her or not let her go at all.
    But it hadn’t been his decision to make.
    He walked in silence behind her. She quietly descended the stairs, her arms still wrapped protectively around herself. When they reached the bottom, he removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. She smiled weakly but didn’t say anything. She looked too drained to speak.
    He didn’t speak either as he walked with her back to the hotel, letting her go at her own pace. She continually stared at the floor and held herself, showing no sign of even knowing that he was there let alone wanting to talk to him. When he looked up to see the sign of the hotel, he was silently thankful. She had clearly been through a lot tonight and was going to need to rest. There were only another three hours until sunrise, but something told him that she’d be asleep long before it came.
    He held each door open for her as they made their way back to their suite and took his jacket from her shoulders when she finally came to a halt in front of her bed.
    “Do you want me to?” He intimated her shirt and she shrank away from him, shaking her head. She sat down on the edge of the bed and curled up. “You need blood. I shall go and get some for you.”
    She shook her head again, swallowed hard and opened her mouth. “I just... I want to sleep now.”
    “I understand. Get some rest,” he said.
    She crawled further up onto the bed and pulled the covers over her without taking her clothes off.
    He looked at her feet. She hadn’t even taken her boots off. He didn’t notice what he was doing until her boots were in his hands and then he looked at them for a moment before placing them down at the foot of her bed. He wanted her to be comfortable. That’s all it was. She’d suffered some kind of trauma in that room, bad enough that she didn’t want to talk about it, and it had awoken a desire in him to look after her.
    She seemed so small and weak, like Mathias had thought on first meeting her. She looked as though every ounce of strength had been drained from her.
    He walked over to the chair in the corner of her room and put his jacket down over the back of it. Sitting down, his eyes fixed on Prophecy when she shifted on the bed.
    He would wait a few minutes to make sure she was sound asleep and then he would go to retrieve some blood for them both. It wouldn’t take him long and then he could return to this place where he could easily see her without being too close to her. He could feed while keeping an eye on her. He wouldn’t move from this spot all night or all day.
    He would wait here for as long as it took her to get the rest she needed.
    When she finally awoke, he would be here. He would be the first thing she’d see and she would know that she hadn’t been alone.
    She would know that he’d been watching over her.

Chapter 12
    Valentine watched Prophecy’s eyelids flutter and her nose wrinkle up. He could feel the sun setting outside. He managed a smile when she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was leaning back in the armchair, his elbows resting on the arms and his hands together with his fingers pressing into each other and his palms apart.
    She frowned and cleared her throat. He flicked the switch on the table lamp beside him so he could get a better look at her and she squinted as the light filled the room. She was still paler than normal and her eyes still betrayed how tired she was even as she sat up.
    “I shall get you some blood,” he said and stood. He went to the mini bar in the other room. The little bottles of water and alcohol now sat on the counter above it, discarded in favour of keeping the blood chilled. He opened the door and took out one of the packs of blood he’d got last night from one of the Paris sources.
    He poured its contents into a tall glass and took it to