Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

her. She would need more than just a glass to feed her properly, but he didn’t want to rush her. She had refused his offer of blood last night. There was a chance she would refuse him again if he offered her more than she could stomach. He’d be satisfied if she only had a sip. Even a sip of human blood could go a long way to giving a body the strength it needed to heal.
    He held the glass out to her. She was now sat on the edge of the bed and when she took it from him, he moved back to his chair and sat down.
    She looked at the blood and then closed her eyes and drank. She was hungry, he could see that, but she wasn’t drinking it as swiftly as she’d done in Oxford.
    When the glass was empty, she glanced at him.
    “Would you like more?” he said but she shook her head.
    She looked terrible.
    He tried to think of some way to make her feel better again. The blood clearly wasn’t going to have the effect he desired. Although it would help her body heal, it would do nothing for her mind. She blinked and when she opened her eyes again, they were fixed on the window behind him.
    She longed to go out. It was written in the way she was staring at the curtain, as though she could see straight past it to the night falling on the other side.
    He considered what he was about to suggest. Experience told him that it was too dangerous to leave the hotel without a good reason. Someone associated with the seven was likely to see them and he was certain that it had been the hunter who had followed them when they’d first arrived.
    He looked at her while she continued to stare at the window and ignored all the warnings that were ringing through his head.
    “Would you like to go out? I mean... ” He stumbled on the words when her eyes moved to look at him, her lips curving slightly at his suggestion. “Would you like me to show you Paris?”
    She nodded, her smile increasing. It felt good to see it. It seemed to bring a hint of colour to her ashen cheeks and her eyes looked brighter.
    “Get dressed and I will take you anywhere you want to go.” He stood and walked to the door, closing it behind him and giving her some privacy as he went to his own room. He was sure that this would turn out to be a mistake, but he had to do something to get some life back into her and take her mind off whatever it was that was plaguing her.
    Putting his jacket on, he waited for her while he drank some blood, taking the edge off the hunger that was beginning to creep in. He never had been one to gorge himself. He always preferred to be just the right side of hungry. Not enough that he couldn’t control himself, but enough that his senses were sharper and more likely to detect humans in places they shouldn’t really be at night. Cemeteries, parks and open industrial areas were all a favourite haunt of vampires and therefore vampire hunters. His hunger not only made them easier to detect, but it made him want the kill more.
    He looked up as the twin doors to Prophecy’s room opened. She was dressed in black again. Her boots were in place, hidden beneath the baggy bottoms of her combats and she had put on the only other black shirt he’d been able to find for her. It was a little tight, but it suited her, and it meant she’d blend in more. All women’s clothing seemed to be either tight or overly revealing these days. Cornelius had told him he was too old fashioned and needed to see the advantage of their restrictive clothing. Apparently, it gave you something to look at before you decided to kill them. All he saw when he looked at humans was his next meal or a potential problem. There was no attraction.
    He smiled at the same time Prophecy did. She looked self-conscious and he realised that he’d been staring at her. He dragged his eyes away and headed for the door. Opening it, he checked that the do not disturb sign was still in place. The maids were probably becoming annoyed by the fact that they weren’t allowed to tidy the suite, but he didn’t want them coming in while he and Prophecy were sleeping and vulnerable, and it certainly wouldn’t do to have them discover the blood stained glasses or the packs in the refrigerator. He waited for Prophecy to pass him before closing the door.
    Turning to face her, he began to walk down the corridor towards the lifts.
    It would be good to get her mind off things, if only for a short while.
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    Prophecy’s eyes were wide as she surveyed the city stretching out below them, a mass of