Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

the air, making her stomach gurgle. Looking down at his shirt, she could see the blood soaking through. It created a sticky dark patch that stuck the black material to his skin. The wound looked deep. Her eyes flickered to the buttons on his shirt. She would need to remove it in order to clean the cuts. Werewolf saliva acted as an anti-coagulant and with vampires, it had a tendency to slow the healing. She had to clear the injury of as much of the saliva as possible. Some of it would have been absorbed into his body already, but she could aid him by removing the rest.
    She took a deep breath and edged her hands towards the row of buttons. Her eyes met his. Her fingers curled into fists and she withdrew them slightly, trying to build up the courage to remove his shirt. He couldn’t do it himself, not without the use of his other hand.
    She reached for the top button, fumbling with it as her fingers shook and moving swiftly onto the next one when it gave way. She kept her eyes fixed on her hands, not looking at his body as she gradually exposed it.
    She was surprised that he was letting her do this for him. She’d half expected him to shut her out of his side of the suite once they’d made it back to the hotel, but here he was, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed and silently watching her every move. He was as still as a mill pond apart from the occasional twitch of his jaw muscle when the pain became too much and he gritted his teeth.
    When she reached the last button, her eyes skipped over his chest and came to rest on his hurt shoulder. She carefully peeled the shirt back, ignoring the way he breathed in sharply each time she accidentally hurt him. She couldn’t help it. She was being as gentle as possible as she drew the sleeve down his arm and over his hand. She didn’t remove the rest of his shirt. It was better that it kept half of his chest hidden from view. That way she would be able to concentrate on what she was doing.
    Walking into his bathroom, she gathered everything she could find that could be of help to her, deposited it on the bed beside him and then went to her bathroom to do the same. She emptied the fruit bowl that was in the living area and filled it with warm water from the sink in his bathroom. She walked slowly back into the bedroom, trying not to spill any of it, and placed it on the low table beside the bed. She glanced at Valentine, checking that he was still all right. He was staring at the wound and looking paler by the second.
    She grabbed one of the washcloths and stared at it. It was white. Why was hotel stuff always white? It was the most ridiculous colour on the planet. There was no way she could use it. The blood would stain it and she’d never be able to get it out. The last thing they needed was the maid seeing a bloodied cloth.
    She spotted the bag that Valentine had brought with them sitting by the door into the living area and opened it. Rifling through the clothes, she found the tunic top that Valentine had taken from her room when he’d kidnapped her. She gave it one last look and found she didn’t have the heart to tear it to shreds. Carrying it with her, she bunched a section of it up in her hands and dipped it into the water.
    He winced when she dabbed his shoulder with it, applying tentative strokes to his skin to clear away the dried blood before moving on to the actual wound.
    The bite was deep, cutting into his shoulder on both sides of his body. There were a series of perfect teeth marks where the werewolf had bitten him several times, probably trying to get a better grip on him. She bit her lip while she cleaned his back, her brows furrowing when the voice in the back of her head told her that this was all her fault. Valentine was hurt because of her. She cursed the tears as they began to fill her eyes and brushed them away so he wouldn’t see them. He’d only think she was even more of a child if he saw how badly she wanted to cry. It was all so difficult to deal with. She just wanted to break down and give in right now and they’d barely begun their journey.
    Picking up the cotton wool and cotton buds that she’d found, she soaked them in the water and began to clean the wounds on his back. She couldn’t bring herself to look at his face, didn’t want to see the pain in his eyes as she tried to clean the saliva out of the deep holes. He wasn’t bleeding as badly now so his body had probably begun to heal but it would be days before he was fully