Valkyrie - the Vampire Princess 2 (10 page)

At that moment I looked at the entrance to the aisle and saw another creature approaching me. It didn't seem to be one of them, that is, a pre- vampire.

Its face was covered like mine. There was a black hood on its head.

I turned my face down and stared at the floor. It was a way I found to go on unnoticed by the stranger approaching. But it did not help me because the figure in black stopped walking in my direction, very close, and then I could see its dark shoes. I had no desire to raise my head up and see what it was. 

I thought I had been discovered. I just did not yet know by whom.

It was when a withdrawn voice revealed to me the owner of it.

“Valkyrie!”

I lifted my face and stared up at its face, its gaze more precisely.

That was the only look that had the power to intimidate me, so I did not react. My thoughts began noticing the forms of his face.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised. “Are you alone?”

“I need blood ...” I responded.

My throat almost closed.

“You cannot stay here!”

He turned his back to me.

“Let's get out here!”
He said looking straight ahead.

Even before we walked on, we were surprised by a handful of pre-vampires, coming toward us. Now we were their target. Eros moved backward and I did the same.

But the creatures were getting closer. Eros used his mind’s force as he launched upon them a strong wind that made them move backward.

This delayed their approach, but it didn’t make them stop
coming again.

Eros took me by the waist and went up with me
. We were up high and we flew over the pre- vampires, since we were not in the aisle, but in the hall, where everyone was.

We went down among them, everything seemed normal.
Then we realized they turned against us.

They came upon us, and this time it was not half
a dozen, but hundreds of them.

“Why are they this way?” I asked holding Eros’s black cape.

“I don't know,” he answered with his eyes upon the crowd of pre-vampires.

They wanted me. It was clear when five of them held my arm, pulling me to them.

“We just want her!” One of them said with a distorted voice. The pre- vampires didn’t possess their voices equal to ours or humans. They spoke growling, as if they were dying at that moment.

A choir was saying the same phrase at the same time:

“WE NEED HER.”

I felt the
m pull my cape in despair, a group of them tried to bite my arm. Everyone was coming at me at once.

Everyone in that room was trying to do the same.

They wanted my flesh, my blood...

Eros pressed me against him
. He only believed in protecting me, since they did not want to do anything with him.

“Do something! We need to get out of here!” Eros ordered impatiently.

“I cannot!” I screamed without trying to.

“You can do it!” he insisted.

I closed my eyes and let my mind act for me. A flash filled the room, like a burst of fireworks. A navy blue light had left everyone stunned. They staggered from one side to the other, almost blind.

I did not know how I did it
. It was all very fast. I realized Eros and I were already outside the town of pre-vampires.

We were safe on top of a huge rock in the woods
in the vicinity of my father’s castle. Both standing, relieved to have escaped from those cannibals in time.

“I do not understand why they wanted to devour me
,” I said observing Eros looking at the horizon. It seemed he avoided looking at me.

“They want your blood
,” he said, in the same position.

“They were told you're the daughter of Vincent!” he continued. “Just I don’t understand how.”

“And what does it means to them?” I asked.

“Eternity!” he stared at my face. “They want to drink your blood to be like us.”

“Because they're not eternal?” I asked.

“They are only creatures that will last a hundred years, nothing else. They have no powers like us and they have no
eternity,” he explained.

I approached him
. I wanted to look at his face as he spoke although part of his hood was covering his face, but the colors of his eyes were expressive.

“To become like us ...everyone must drink the blood of your father...or you.”

He stared at me reinforcing what he said.

“Why does Vincent transform them into 'pre- vampires'?”

The name 'Vincent' sounded best to ask that question, instead of using the words ‘my father.’ I was referring to the creature that turned human beings into those ugly creatures and not to what generated me.

“If they stay here in their human forms, they would not survive for many hours. This is where Vincent bites them and makes them as they are, that is, mortal creatures that e
xist for a short time.” He paused. “Vincent doubles their lifetime, making them resistant to certain things.”

“So do only my father and I possess powers to turn people into vampires?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes,” he said and walked to the side, out of my way. “Now do you understand the power you have?” he asked.

“I feel like a monster!” I whispered.

“And you are,” he said looking back at me.

I felt revulsion within me, for being a monster.

I sat on the floor with my knees to the side. I was weak. I still needed blood. My body reacted strangely and every moment that passed I lost vivacity.

Then I put my hands on the stone to support my discouraged body.

Eros realized there was something wrong with me.

“I need blood ...” I said unconsciously.

Eros didn’t think twice. He approached me and was standing in front of me. He extended his left arm, wrapped the cuff, leaving his pulse exposed.

“Drink it!” he ordered and held out his wrist for me to drink his blood.

“I cannot!” I shook my head at him, reinforcing my words of denial.

I was afraid something bad
would happen to him and I would lose him forever.

“Drink it! I fed a few minutes
ago,” he insisted.

Eros had killed his thirst by blood with a pre- vampire, shortly before he was with me in the hallway of the club.

“My blood still runs hot in my veins!” he said.

“I'm scared...of losing ... you
,” I confessed, gazing into his gray eyes.

“Nothing
will happen to me! Just I'll be a little weak!”

“No.”

“Come on!” he ordered.

I looked at his wrist for some seconds, until I had the courage to do what he had ordered me.

My lips touched his cold fist. I was encouraged by the fresh blood that ran in his arteries. Within moments my sharp teeth penetrated his flesh.

His blood ran down his pale skin, marking around my lips. I was sucking his sweet blood with such despair. I couldn’t hold my lust for blood.

Eros was writhing around. He felt great pain and discomfort at my bite and then he pressed his lips followed by his short groans. When he sensed it was time to stop me, he brutally pulled his wrist away from my lips.

With his other hand he held his bloody wrist and pulled the site of the bite
. It was a way to prevent his blood going down and diminish his pain.

I sat down, reinvigorating my energy as I felt
better. I was delighting in the blood that ran through him.

When I felt fully conscious and powerful, I looked at him.

His weakness controlled his body. He was worn for minutes, until he returned to his normal state. Immediately...he was again the same as before, with his erect posture, as if nothing had happened to him.

Chapter 21

Everything was fine. I had the strength to stand up and resume my routine.

Before we returned to the castle and joined the others, I wanted to discuss another subject, questions that were saved in me and I needed answers.

“Why aren't you attracted by our species?” I asked.

He did not expect me to
mention this subject. His face responded to my question more quickly.

He grimaced at me.

“The warm blood flowing in the vein of humans is a challenge for me. It makes me hot too!” he responded looking to the side. “Their heartbeat ...Everything is fantastic!”

He continued. I sensed an excitement in him when he described
his expectations. It made me not feel well.

How I hated being a vampire!

I had none of those features described by him.

“We have nothing of it! We’re cold! Our hearts don’t beat any longer ...” he said without enthusiasm.

I lowered my head lamenting all things said by him. How difficult it was to hear that.

“It means you are lost to me
,” I said disappointed.

He moved closer and touched my arm with his cold fingers.

“See it! I feel nothing when I touch you! We're cold!”

I lost the ground with his words.

He dropped my arm and made a short retreat.

“There's something more I need to know ...” I begged.

But he waited attentively for my next question. This moment he would be prepared.

I
moved in front of him, looked into his gray eyes to prove the veracity in his answer.

“Have you already felt attracted to me?” I stared at his eye’s pupil. “When I was human?”

Discomfort invaded his stance. He had no enthusiasm to answer me.

“What difference does it make now?
Why do you want to know that?” he asked.

“I need to know!”

He sniffed before answering.

“...Yes...”

His answer seemed honest, and then I could see it in his fearless eyes.

His ‘YES’ came to my mind as a good thing and bad at the same time.

Good - because I knew one day he'd wanted me and I had been present in his thoughts...

Bad - because I would never be desired by him again, everything had been in the past.

“When?” I ordered, wishing he could go into detail of exactly when he felt desire for me.

“Twice...” his voice was low.

“When? Tell me!” I insisted.

He walked toward me, in silen
ce. I had no idea what he would do. Now it was his turn to stand in front of me. He stared into my eyes, raised his hands up and held my head. Then an energy that accompanied his hands made him show me the two times I insisted on knowing.

They were going through my mind as if I
was again reliving those magic moments.

THE FIRST TIME occurred at the Rock and Roll concert.