Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

rolled out of the way when the other two vampires lunged at him, one of them swinging the club dangerously close to his head and the other attempting a punch. He growled when he caught a foot in his stomach. Getting to his feet, he frowned at the vampire responsible, and attacked. He moved fast, punching him across the jaw with his right and then in the stomach with his left. He caught sight of Prophecy as she gracefully turned and brought her leg around at head height of one of her vampires. It connected solidly, making the vampire fall to the ground as it attempted to regain its senses.
    Pain shot through his shoulder as one of the vampires attacked him, catching him hard with the club and following it up by kicking him in the back of his leg. His knees gave way and he collapsed to the floor. Grasping his shoulder, he barely had time to avoid being knocked out as he moved backwards and the club flew past his face, close enough that he could feel the air shifting around it.
    He grabbed it and yanked it away from the vampire. Using it to assist him to his feet, he tensed his jaw and then roared at the three vampires that were circling him. Prophecy was still fighting valiantly. Her moves were impressive. It was the first time he’d really seen her fight and he was glad to see that she could handle herself well. She kicked the vampire that tried to grab her and managed to catch the other one at the same time, knocking them both to the ground. She didn’t give them a chance to get up, she attacked immediately, springing on them and punching them while they struggled to stand. She was fast, accurate too.
    Spinning the club in a lazy arc at his side, he smirked at the vampires surrounding him.
    The rain continued to pour down from the heavens, drenching them.
    He wiped the water from his eyes and waited, knowing that they would attack if he kept still.
    They did.
    He smacked the club against the one that the first vampire swung at him, knocking it away. The other two attacked and he was ready for them. He brought the club down hard on one of the vampires shoulder, repaying him for his earlier attack, and caught the other with a swift elbow in the face. He growled with effort as they swarmed on him, kicking and punching as fast as they could. He blocked most of the attacks, even managing to get some of his own in. He cracked the club against their knee caps, moving in a swift circle and forcing them to back away in order to avoid getting hurt.
    He stopped dead when he looked up to see Prophecy struggling against her two vampires. One of them had managed to catch hold of her arm and was holding it behind her back. She tried to throw them off her, but the other one crowded her, blocking her move.
    He was about to run to her when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.
    The world shifted in and out of focus and then the pavement seemed to come up from nowhere.
    Everything around him faded.
    The scenery.
    The voices.
    But one thing stayed with him, echoing around his head as he slipped into unconsciousness.
    Prophecy screamed.

Chapter 22
    The sight of the grey stone façade of the mansion looming against the stormy sky filled Prophecy with dread. She struggled against the ties that bound her wrists and the guards that held her arms in vice like grips.
    She had feared this moment since she’d awoken on the train to find herself surrounded by ten of her family’s finest guards. She hadn’t bothered attempting to escape, it was impossible, and she hadn’t asked where they were taking her. There was only one place they could take her.
    She held her head high as they marched her into the mansion, passing the guards that flanked the door and the few vampires that were milling around the entrance hall. They had been waiting for her. She realised that as the double doors into the main reception room of the house opened to reveal all of her family.
    Her eyes settled on one vampire.
    He was sitting in a large armchair of mahogany and red velvet with his legs crossed and one hand resting in his lap while the other held a brandy glass of blood.
    She growled under her breath at the sight of him, anger and fear mixing inside of her, giving her the confidence she needed to continue.
    When the guards released her, she didn’t stop, she walked straight to him and stared into his eyes.
    Arkalus smiled and swept his dark hair from his face, revealing his even darker eyes.
    Fearful whispers filled the room.
    She kept her eyes