Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

less confident now that she knew that Kalinor was here. He knew what she was thinking. If Kalinor were here, then Arkalus may be too.
    “Not ours,” Lucya said. “She really is a dirty little Caelestis isn’t she, Valentine? Imagine my horror when I learnt of what you had done. Years of loyal service thrown away on such a filthy, despicable little creature.”
    Prophecy growled and moved. He put his hand out to stop her and his jaw tensed when his palm pressed into her chest. He swallowed hard, a part of him wanting to let go while the rest of him rejoiced over the feeling of her soft bosom beneath his fingers. He held her firm, not letting her push him away when she tried to move forwards.
    “I’ll kill you.” Her tone was venomous and he believed that she would kill Lucya if he let her go.
    He toyed with the idea, wondering who would actually win. Lucya was older and wiser but Prophecy had more passion and strength. He could feel her power when she growled. It rumbled through her chest and his fingers, little tremors that betrayed how close she was to losing control.
    “Prophecy.” His voice was almost a whisper. He caught her eye and she immediately relented, backing off a step while taking a deep breath, probably to steady herself.
    Indigo sneered at him and slipped into her vampire guise, her pale violet eyes switching into their lapis blue state. “Let’s fight. I’ve always wanted to get my claws into you.”
    He arched a brow and licked his canines while surveying both Lucya and Indigo.
    “I said leave... this is my fight.” Elena stepped in front of him, blocking his path. He growled at her, showing her that he wasn’t about to do anything she told him to. “You have more pressing matters to attend to.”
    He noticed she was already calling up the magic. He could see it building between her hands as she muttered something beneath her breath.
    “Don’t you... ” He started.
    She clapped her hands together. His surroundings shifted, the scenery spinning at a dizzying speed and making him queasy. When the world came back into focus, he was in St. Mark’s Square.
    Prophecy doubled over, clasping her stomach tightly and trying to steady her insides.
    “... Dare.” Valentine finished his sentence.
    She looked at him. He was kneeling on the floor, a surprised look on his face. She pushed herself up onto her feet, closed her eyes and waited for the floor to stop pitching and the world to stop wobbling.
    She reached out to Valentine, who was getting to his feet, but before she could touch him, she felt a pull inside of her. It felt as though the magic had been sucked out of her and her body was a sudden void. Valentine dropped to his knees beside her, resting on all fours and grasping the pavement as though he was trying to steel himself against something. He changed into vampire guise and then back into human form before his face screwed up in pain.
    “No!” He breathed and dug his fingernails into the paving as though he was holding on for dear life.
    Feeling her power return to her, she crouched beside him and placed her hand on his back when he growled in apparent hurt.
    “What is it?” She frowned down at him and felt her heart wrench when he looked up at her with a lost expression, his mouth moving but forming no words. “What’s wrong?”
    His brows furrowed. The look of pain in his eyes increased and she swore she could see tears forming in them.
    “Lucya.” He pushed the word out in the quietest of whispers.
    She snatched her hand away as though he’d burnt her with his words. Her chest tightened, her brows meeting in a frown as she looked at him. He searched her eyes and she noticed that he looked even more hurt now that she’d withdrawn her comfort from him.
    “She is... gone... ” he whispered.
    She couldn’t stop herself from gathering him to her when she realised what he was saying. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against his while he clung to her, holding her tightly and burying his face into her neck.
    Lucya was his sire and Elena had killed her.
    She’d seen vampires who had been devastated by the loss of their sire. The bond was irreplaceable and once it was broken, the child was left feeling empty and lost. She tightened her grip on him, not wanting to hurt his shoulder but desiring to hold him as close as possible so he knew that he wasn’t alone.
    She could feel his breath against her neck and his fingers bunching the material of her shirt as he held