Immortal Prophecy

chapter Two





James came so close to losing Alessandra tonight. He obviously needed to keep a closer eye on her, and not underestimate his mortal enemy, Vincent. “You won’t win this, Vincent,” he growled, not taking his eyes off his opponent, for even an instant.

Vincent was evil, but not a fool or weak. This task would have been much easier if he had met with a lesser vampire, but of course, it would be Vincent. He would take on the task personally instead of sending minions, there was too much at stake. If the prophecy was fulfilled, Vincent would die at Alessandra’s hand.

“Oh, I think your wrong, James,” Vincent drawled. “I may have missed out on an opportunity tonight, but I will not lose.”

“You will die at her hand,” James stated confidently.

“I don’t think so. Besides, if I had killed her tonight it would have been too easy, and where would the fun be in that? I do like a challenge after all.” He smirked at James with all the confidence of a Cheshire cat. “She has no idea that she is an Immortal, does she?”

“No, she doesn’t.” James’ anger was increasing by the minute. “Thanks to you, her parents died before they told her. Adele has been waiting for the right time.”

Vincent smirked. “Someone really should tell her you know. Maybe I will just before I kill her.”

At those words, James felt his temper explode, and he flew at his enemy, managing to catch him off guard. Vincent was knocked to the ground but in a split second, he was back on his feet and trying to tear James’ throat out. James side stepped at the last second and used the powers endowed in all immortals. A fireball appeared in his hand. He threw it at Vincent, who dove to the ground to avoid it, but the fireball hit him with full force. A high-pitched scream of pure hate pierced the night.

James didn’t want to draw attention to the scene going on in the parkland below the apartment, but it couldn’t be helped. At least they had the cover of the surrounding oak trees and the sound of water from the man-made waterfall. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.

Vincent recovered from the shock of a direct hit to the heart and was livid. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, and he was losing blood at a rapid rate.

Despite the many myths regarding vampires that humans had created, vampires had no problem with garlic, crosses, or stakes to the heart. The only way to kill a vampire was to inflict a mortal wound so the vampire’s blood drained out. The creature’s very existence depended on blood. Take that away and the vampire was simply a corpse.

James had managed to give him what would be a mortal wound, if he didn’t replenish his blood supply and tend the wound immediately, but James knew this was far from over.

“This isn’t finished,” Vincent spat. Then he took to the sky in the form of a bat.

James was tempted to go after him and finish this, but he decided he needed to check on Alessandra. He would let Vincent go this time. Things were not going as he had planned, and he needed to speak with Adele. It was time Alessandra knew everything.

He scanned the area to make sure no-one else was around. He would do a quick clean up and grab Ally’s surveillance gear. Humans didn’t need to be aware of what went on around them. If they did, the world would be in a constant state of panic.

James decided he should also make an anonymous call to inform the authorities of Sarah Carrington’s death. She was a misguided creature he admitted, but each life lost to the evil ones was a blow to his kind. With that final thought, he got to work.

Ally breathed a deep sigh of relief when her grandmother’s house came into view. It was a place she had always felt safe and loved. Ally needed comfort more than anything right now. She was sure that she was suffering some form of hysteria after whatever it was that happened tonight.

The enchanting white home was located at the end of a tree-lined street in a quiet neighbourhood. It had been built on a large, lush green piece of land that was hard to come by in suburbia these days. The wrap around veranda skirting the house was a blissful space to sit and get lost in a book, on the old-fashioned day bed during the summer. Every bedroom had a private balcony, a luxury Ally loved, with an attic that added to the old world charm.

Ally reached the driveway, parked her car and sat staring into space. She decided that tonight was something she didn’t want to deal with right now. Coco was looking at her with big brown eyes, the concern her dog felt was radiating out of her.

“I’m alright, Coco.”

It seemed as if Coco was saying, “yeah, right,” as she cocked her head to the side.

Can’t I just pretend this never happened?

Ally got out of the car in a daze. Her actions seemed a bit robotic, even to her, as she put her key in the lock and opened the front door. It swung wide, and the hinge let out a squeak. She kept meaning to oil that. The house was dark, save for the light in the hall. Her grandmother always left that hall light on for her when she was out on assignments.

Ally walked silently through the house. She had to speak with Gran but not tonight. The best thing to do was get some sleep, Ally decided.

Crawling into bed, pulling the covers up, her last coherent thought was about James. He was back in her life. She didn’t know how or why but that was the one thing that made her almost…almost want to believe that tonight was real. Sleep came easily, but she was haunted by dreams of the man who tried to kill her, and the man who saved her.

Not long after she had fallen asleep, Adele crept into the room to check that her granddaughter was alright.

“My darling granddaughter…if only you didn’t have to know…” she whispered, then silently left the room.

James was waiting for her when she went back downstairs. His face was ash and sullen. “Adele…he has found her.”

“I know James…I know.” She sank down in a kitchen chair and wept for her granddaughter.