Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

assigned to stand guard outside the house all the way through to the high guardsmen, those that protected Kalinor. He’d moved one step beyond that by attaining the role of hunter nearly a century and a half ago. He’d been a single step away from becoming a Law Keeper.
    Perhaps it was best that he hadn’t achieved that rank. He would have had to do his duty and murder Prophecy. The punishment a Law Keeper suffered if they broke the law was unspeakable, so harsh that no vampire would bring themselves to consider it. All it would have taken was for the Law Keeper of Aurorea to have been killed and he wouldn’t have had the choice of going against his family and his duty.
    He sighed.
    In a way, what he had done had proven that he wasn’t perfect for the position after all.
    He looked at Prophecy. She was still waiting for an answer, her eyes fixed intently on him. He’d given it all up for her. He hadn’t even thought about what he was doing. His decision had been made the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he just hadn’t realised at the time.
    “Prague is beautiful, even when you spend many years in it. It has been my home since I was given this dark gift and I have spent half of my life as a vampire there. You can feel its history when you walk around it. It looks so at home at night that it seems as though it was built to be seen in darkness.” He noticed the solemn edge her expression picked up and placed a hand on her shoulder. She winced slightly but tried to hide it from him. He frowned at her, concerned that she was hurt. Opening his mouth, he thought about questioning her about it but let it go instead. She clearly didn’t want him to know what had happened with the witches and he didn’t want to force her into telling him. It would only spoil the evening. “You will see it again. I am certain of that.”
    He removed his hand and let it rest on the railing again.
    She smiled at him, evidently relieved that he wasn’t mentioning her flinching. “I know.”
    His brows knit again when something caught his eye. It was too far off to make out in the dark square below them, but it was rapidly approaching. His fingers tightly gripped the railing as the creature below them finally came close enough for him to see it properly.
    It looked as though the evening was about to get spoiled after all.

Chapter 13
    Prophecy didn’t quite know how to react when Valentine leapt up on top of the barrier around the first floor of the Eiffel Tower. She’d been enjoying a quiet evening away from the increasing pressure of the prophecy and suddenly it was coming to an end. She looked at Valentine. He was peering at the ground below them, scanning it for something. He’d seemed a lot better tonight. He’d been happy to be near her and talk to her. In a way, she got the feeling that he was concerned about her. She’d given him good reason to be worried after all.
    She pressed her hand into her shoulder and frowned while she rubbed it. It was still sore.
    Her whole body was sore, but she didn’t want to worry Valentine. It was strange seeing him so concerned about her. He was so agitated and attentive, and it made her feel self-conscious and awkward. She wanted him to be confident about everything again, everything including herself.
    “What is it?” she said and then heard a scream from far below.
    Her eyes immediately sought out the owner of it and she saw two men harassing a woman.
    “Someone is about to get much more than they bargained for,” he said and gave her a grim look. “Werewolf.”
    “Which one?” She focused her senses, trying to determine which one out of the three people was the werewolf.
    “See you down there,” he said and dropped off the side of the tower.
    She watched him plummet towards the ground, land gracefully on his feet and then run straight for the three people. She hesitated and then jumped up to the same spot where he’d been. Looking down at the dizzying drop below her, her gaze followed Valentine where he was now fighting the three. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard.
    If he didn’t break anything by jumping, then she wouldn’t.
    Would she?
    Another scream pushed her into a decision and she stepped out into mid air, letting her instincts guide her movements during the fall. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the ground as it came up to meet her. There was no point in looking; she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it if she was going to hit the ground