Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

wrong. She’d rather not know.
    She landed on her feet in a crouching position, opened her eyes and bolted over to Valentine.
    She levelled a swift kick at the head of the man who was about to hit him and when it connected, she realised that he was human. He fell to the floor unconscious and she wondered if Valentine would be sorely disappointed if she killed him. She was getting hungry again. She looked at Valentine as he grappled with the woman and saw the other man unconscious on the ground. He hadn’t come here to fight the men.
    The woman was a werewolf.
    A roar of pain filled her ears and Valentine clutched at his arm.
    She was by his side immediately, trying to check the damage, but he was looking straight past her. She realised that the woman was gone and turned to see her running across the square towards the Eiffel Tower.
    When Valentine started running, Prophecy did too. She kept up with him as the world sped by, nothing more than a blur as they tracked down the werewolf. They ran into an area of low bushes and trees. She stopped when Valentine caught her arm and pulled her backwards.
    He pressed a finger to his lips and then pointed through the trees.
    She looked there. It was another open square and the woman was stood in the middle of it, waiting for them to make a move. Prophecy looked up at the moon. It was only a quarter full. She wished it still held its sway over all werewolves, but those over a century old learned to defy it and change at will. The woman was staring at them and she got the feeling that they were about to find out if she was older than one hundred years.
    The woman’s bones shifted and clicked into place, her body changing shape as fur erupted across her skin and her face distorted into her werewolf guise. It stared across at them with yellow eyes, its teeth glistening with saliva as it waited.
    “We have to kill her.” Valentine’s voice broke the silence and Prophecy glanced across at him.
    “Why? She’s just a werewolf. She probably doesn’t even know who we are.”
    “She knows,” he said, looking down at Prophecy. “She is a guardian of Aurorea. I have met her before. That’s why Kalinor sent her out to hunt us down, because she would recognise me. If we do not kill her, she will report back to our families.”
    She looked from him to the woman and back again. “But I’ve never fought a werewolf before.”
    “It is about time you learned then.” He removed his jacket and placed it over a bench before he walked out into the open square.
    She couldn’t move. She didn’t know what to do. She had to fight, but a part of her was begging her to remain in the safety of the trees. Valentine would be able to handle this. He wouldn’t need her help so she was fine where she was. A quiet voice at the back of her mind said that she was hiding because she was frightened of going into a fight where she didn’t know the strengths and weaknesses of her opponent. She couldn’t even remember how to kill a werewolf. She knew it wasn’t just silver that could kill them. Although they were immortal like her, they were weaker and more vulnerable than a vampire. She cast her mind back, trying to remember what Tiberius had told her when she’d been learning about different demon species. A werewolf could be killed by silver, severe blood loss and decapitation or breaking of the neck. She didn’t have any silver other than her necklace, she didn’t have a weapon that she could use to damage it enough to create severe blood loss, and she didn’t think she had the strength to break its neck. She had to fight it though.
    She’d feel a lot better if she didn’t have to fight bare handed.
    Her eyes scanned the bushes surrounding her for something she could make use of. There wasn’t even a decent-sized branch to make a club from.
    She was really going to have to start carrying a weapon.
    She watched as the werewolf and Valentine began to circle each other, both of them growling as they sized their opponent up. She had to move. She should be fighting by his side, not cowering in a bush. He was relying on her to help and she really did need to learn how to fight a werewolf if she was going to survive this prophecy.
    Valentine changed into vampire guise. His face shifted when his teeth descended and his eyes became a rich blue. She flinched when he launched himself forwards, clashing with the werewolf as it mimicked his move. The twin roars of the warriors in front of her made