Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

so young. The world had been a frightening place and knowing that he was immortal only seemed to make him fear death even more. There was nothing to comfort him if he was killed. No Heaven awaited. There was only Hell. He wondered how scared she was. She’d barely been out in the world for a few days and so much had happened. She was strong though, and quick thinking by the looks of what had happened to her tonight. She must have run when the hunter attacked and that’s how she got a dart in her back.
    He looked down at her hand when she shifted and something glinted. Whatever it was, she was clutching it tightly and when he placed his hand near it, he could feel the same power he’d felt in the marks on her body. What had the witches done to her? There was magic involved, his instincts were telling him that much.
    But how was it possible?
    Vampires had never been able to control magic; it never obeyed their commands. Centuries of research by vampires wishing to command it had turned up nothing. Every attempt to use it had failed. Even the elders didn’t have the power. But he felt magic in these marks, a power that went beyond anything he’d felt before.
    No, not anything. The Three held such magic and he knew of another witch who commanded a power that was this strong.
    But this felt different to hers.
    He watched her face for a few moments longer as his eyelids began to grow heavy.
    She had some explaining to do.

Chapter 16
    It was bright. The sun was setting over unfamiliar scenery, all of it pale and beautiful in the warm light. Row upon row of arched windows surrounded her and the sky was a vaulted ceiling above. She turned on the spot, completely unfazed by the daylight and feeling a strange sense of comfort. She watched the people as they zoomed past her, nothing more than blurs and jumbled words and laughter. She stopped when she saw someone in the distance. The world around her faded into black and white, but the woman in front of her remained in colour. The woman’s wild red hair was long and the rich green skirt of her dress flowed like reeds in the river as she moved in slow motion away from her.
    Prophecy followed, wanting to see the woman’s face. She disappeared down the corridor and out into the narrow alley on the other side. Catching her should have been easy, but Prophecy was moving as slowly as the woman was. She felt as though she was running through deep mud or snow, unable to move faster as it hindered her. She just wanted to see the woman’s face.
    There was something familiar about her.
    She chased her down the street, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman’s features as she spun and turned in front of her. It was as though she was dancing rather than running. There was something joyful about her, wild and free, like a beautiful creature that had been released from a dark cell into the wilderness of the world.
    Prophecy smiled too, running after the woman who was crossing over an arched wooden bridge. She could hear her footsteps on it and looked down to see slim dark boats passing underneath. The man who was pushing the boat with the pole didn’t see her. He just waved at another similar boat as it passed him. She looked around to see the woman was far ahead of her now.
    Running down the other side of the bridge, everything around her began to blur until only the woman was in focus. Prophecy followed her, watching her spin and twirl while she continued to run. She still couldn’t see her face. Every time the woman turned, her hair shifted and hid it from view.
    She stopped dead when the woman hopped up onto the low wall surrounding the long stone road they had been running along. There was nothing but water on the other side. Prophecy stretched out her hand to the woman but she turned and disappeared over the edge. Everything seemed to speed up and Prophecy ran as fast as she could to the wall the woman had fallen from.
    Looking over the edge into the water, she found the woman, her face washed of colour but tinted with blue as she shimmered below the surface. Prophecy reached out her hand to her but the woman began to sink.
    The woman’s mouth opened.
    “Don’t be scared, child.”
    Prophecy woke with a start. Her breathing coming fast and ragged, she shot into a sitting position and quickly took in her surroundings. Where was she? She recoiled in fear when her eyes fell to rest on the crucifix on the altar and she shuffled backwards into the corner. Her brows furrowed, her