Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

quietly over to the door. She pressed her hand against the wooden panels of it, using her senses to see what waited on the other side. There were at least three guards now, possibly more. She couldn’t escape that way.
    Turning the light off, she went to her beside table and flicked the lamp on. It cast a warm, dull glow about the room, giving her more cover than the bright overhead one had. She walked around the bed to the windows and peered out of the one she’d escaped through the night she’d met Valentine.
    Her eyes roamed the grounds below her.
    There were two guards stationed below each window of her room and she could see others patrolling the wall. There was no way she would make it to the wall before she was caught. She tried to lift the sash and found that it had been locked. The only way out would be to smash the window and within seconds, the guards outside her door would be on her.
    She quietly congratulated Arkalus on how secure her prison was. He wasn’t taking any risks, but then she hadn’t expected him to. He wouldn’t let her get away from him again, not now he’d eliminated everything that had stood in his way.
    Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she wondered if Arkalus really intended to claim her. A voice at the back of her head mocked her for doubting that he would. He wouldn’t care about the prophecy or the fact that he was double crossing Kalinor if it meant he achieved his heart’s desire and had her as his own. Even if it were only for a short while, he would still mate with her. It wouldn’t do him any good. Any bond between them would be weak because of her feelings for him. A claim would mean nothing while she hated him. Not that it would stop him from trying to make her his.
    She flopped back on the bed and stared at the familiar ceiling above her. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that she was back in Venice or Paris, and that Valentine was in the next room. She was surprised by how much imagining that comforted her. It wrapped her in a warm blanket of reassurance that everything would turn out good in the end. She sighed and opened her eyes, letting the comfort slip away until nothing but the hard reality of her situation faced her.
    There was no escape. Daylight was approaching now, sealing her in. She could waste her energy and spend all of the day looking for an escape route, or she could put her time to better use.
    Sitting up, she shuffled backwards onto her bed and brought her legs up onto it so she was sitting Indian style.
    She held her right hand up and stared at it. Maybe there was a way to escape. The amulet was just something that focused her power, like a lens, and made it easier for her to control the magic. She took a deep breath and thought about Valentine, testing her magic to see if he was what it responded to the most. A strange glow engulfed her hand, hovering a few millimetres away from her skin. She turned her hand around, amused by the way the magic flickered and danced. Splaying her fingers, she watched the threads of magic creep around them, encircling them and making them tingle with power.
    “Go me,” she said with a smile. It was oddly gratifying to see her progress in commanding her powers. She held her wrist with her other hand and tilted her right hand back until her palm was facing forwards. It had been easy to call, but something told her that it still wouldn’t be easy to control.
    Narrowing her eyes on the vase that sat on the mantelpiece above the fireplace, she willed the magic to knock it off.
    It shot from her hand and blasted the vase into a million pieces, leaving a smoking hole in the wall at the same time.
    She bit her lower lip and cringed when she heard angry shouts in the hall.
    The door opened to reveal a half dressed Arkalus.
    “What in the Devil’s name do you think you’re playing at?” He growled the words and glared at her. She lowered her hand and tried to look innocent but he noticed the hole in the wall. He walked over to it and ran his fingers around the outside where the plaster was charred.
    He looked back at her with a frown. “Explain this.”
    She shrugged. “I was just sitting here.”
    “You were just sitting there.” He looked sceptical and tried to see her hands where she had hidden them behind her back. “Show me what you have.”
    “I don’t have anything,” she said. He didn’t look as though he believed her even though she was telling him the truth. She held her hands up