Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

them against either side of his shoulder before bandaging him up to the best of her abilities. She’d never had to do this before and it was an awkward place to try to bandage. She frowned while she pinned the end of it into place and then wondered if she’d tied it too tight when she saw the pained look on Valentine’s face.
    “I can make it looser,” she said quickly and went to unpin it.
    “No.” He caught her hand. “It is better this way. It... it just stings a little.”
    She smiled at the way he was trying to mask his pain, as though she’d think any less of him if he admitted that it hurt like hell. Her eyes dropped to their hands. He was still holding hers. When she looked up at him with wide eyes, his fell to rest on where she’d been looking and he quickly let go of her.
    “I should rest,” he said and averted his eyes.
    She nodded, watching him manoeuvre himself into a comfortable position on the bed. He looked so tired. The wound was going to take a few days to heal, she was sure of that. If it hadn’t been a werewolf bite then it would have been fine by the night after tomorrow. She just hoped that she’d done a good enough job cleaning it up so he would heal faster. One of the guards of her house had been bitten once and it had taken nearly a week to heal the wound. She needed Valentine strong again. Anything could happen in a week.
    He closed his eyes and lay on his back, his chest still exposed and his boots removed. He must have taken them off at some point. Had it been when she had gone downstairs? It would have hurt him to do it.
    Her brows furrowed while she watched him trying to sleep and images of the fight flashed in front of her eyes. She shouldn’t have hesitated, but that didn’t bother her now, there was nothing she could do to change that. There was only one thing playing on her mind.
    The strength she’d felt.
    She curled up in a chair near Valentine and stared at him while he slept.
    Where had she found the strength to kill that werewolf?
    Why had it come to her when Valentine was in danger?
    She touched her shoulders.
    Why had every mark on her body burned with pain at that very moment?

Chapter 14
    Prophecy looked at Valentine. It had been over eighteen hours since he’d closed his eyes in sleep and he’d not moved once. She went to the window and opened the curtains a crack. High above her was a large moon. It was only half full, but it was bigger than she’d ever seen. It seemed so close.
    It was fat; that’s what the witches had called it.
    She had to go to see them to get the key to the prophecy.
    She looked over her shoulder at Valentine. He needed his rest. She couldn’t make him come with her when he was hurt. She would let him sleep and heal while she went out alone to see the witches. She could do this without him. All she had to do was go and collect something. Getting there wouldn’t be a problem as she had the witches’ scents now and her instincts would be able to guide her back to their icy home.
    Something told her that if Valentine woke while she was out, he would be angry with her, but there was no point in making him come along when he wouldn’t be able to defend himself if they ran into trouble. There was no way she could protect him. She wasn’t strong enough.
    She frowned.
    But she had been strong enough. Last night she had killed a werewolf with bare hands, only she didn’t know where the power she’d felt had come from.
    She pressed her hands against her stomach and chest as they stung with a sharp, stabbing pain.
    Maybe the witches would have the answers to that too.
    Giving one last look to Valentine, she walked out of the door.
    * * * *
    Prophecy walked with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her eyes fixed on the floor and her senses extended as far as they would go. She had found her way to the area where the witches lived; now all she had to do was find their door. Her stomach flipped and spun, making her feel sick. She turned down the alley and realised that she was almost there. The pavement was wet underfoot and puddles reflected the moon and stars. She struggled to stifle her nerves when she remembered what had happened the last time they were here and wished that Valentine were with her. He wouldn’t let them hurt her again.
    She stopped when she recognised the metal door to her right and glanced back up the alley.
    Maybe she shouldn’t have come alone. Even in his weakened state, having Valentine beside her would