Valkyrie - the Vampire Princess 2 (5 page)

“This always happens to me ...” I tried to disguise that constrained situation.

I had no courage to face Valeska. She knew perfectly well the reason why I choked on my juice. I did not speak for cowardice of what was really happening to me. Valeska moved her investigative eyes on me. She noticed I would not say anything to her, not at this moment, at that instant, perhaps ... on other day.

We remained
for hours in that festive mood, our cups were never empty. I could not stand to take more juice and look many times in Eros’direction and not get his attention, not even a glance ...a smile ... or his approach.

My father walked behind me and put his cold hand on my right shoulder. I retracted my body’s muscles as I was feeling a shivering sensation. My time had come. This was the most expected moment
of this night.

“It's your time, Valkyrie
,” my father said. “You’ll have everything you wish for.”

His three servants were approaching him, as they were side by side, standing and watching us. The three of them knew what my father predestined as soon as he said
those words.

‘IT’S YOUR TIME.’

But I continued without understanding why there was so much mystery all around me.

“We cannot wait any longer. If we don’t do what must be done, you will die
,” my father continued. “You must join us while you can.”

Eros and I faced each other in silence. I didn’t know what to do or what to say at that moment.

“MAKE YOUR CHOICE! Which one of them will suck your sweet blood?” Vincent asked me.

Before me, his three servants were standing,
only a short distance away. They were in order, Eros, Valeska and Bizak.

At that instant I felt a great fear which I could not kill
. I was about to become a vampire and live my immortality in the darkness among them and away from my mother and the planet Earth.

“Who have you chosen?” my father insisted.

My bleary eyes watered as a spring of tears appeared. I wished for only  one person. My father and his servants saw perfectly my choice through my motionless eyes.

“EROS!”

My father said out loud.

“I cannot do it
,” Eros shook his head at us, refusing my choice.

“She
chose you!” Vincent said, a flash of anger in his eyes.

“I cannot ....” Eros murmured.

“Do it now!” his master ordered in irritation.

I stood, scared, awaiting the elected one to end all suspense and do what should be done.

Eros walked
, dissatisfied in my direction. He did not want to stick his pointed teeth into my neck. There was a reason for it, I didn't know what.

No vampire would refuse an invitation like that. Valeska and Bizak would do it with pleasure
. This, however, had been assigned to Eros.

My father moved backward to see Eros in front of me
. He was almost ready to get his first bite in my flesh. He grabbed my shoulder and carefully removed my hair from my neck with his other hand. I stared up at his face and saw his eyes changing color.

He put his lips on my neck.

My heart’s beating and my heavy breathing came up to his ears like a pleasing melody, an invitation to sink his teeth into my trembling flesh.

Then I looked up at the dark ceiling
. A strange feeling came over my body. A burning sensation went through my flesh. It seemed I was on fire. Then I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to Eros’ pleasant bite.

Being bitten by a blood sucking
monster should be somewhat unpleasant and Eros made it ... tasty. My body writhed for a few seconds, followed by light moans, almost impossible to hear. I leaned my hands against his neck. It was a way for me to endure my pain.

My eye
s rolled like a spiral, changing color. It was the effect of his bite on my body.

But Eros
had lost his control. His bite should not take so long and he looked at my blood with an insatiable lust. The more he sucked my blood the more he wanted to suck it to the last drop. His agitation was so great he squeezed my ribs with debauchery.

He had not only sucked my sweet blood, but my thoughts. At the end of his bite he had visions about me and he searched my unconscious
. Several images of me wanting a kiss from him, every time I wanted to be kissed by him.

All the kisses I had imagined of him from when I met him in school, they were all revealed to him. Even a kiss I had imagined hours before his bite
including the moment my eyes ran over him when I first got to the hall. His bite revealed everything I felt for him, that is, my wishes and my unbridled passion for him.

After seeing and feeling all my emotions, he felt sick. A torment invaded his soul, preventing him from continuing sucking my blood.

Then he walked away from me, keeping his fist to his lips smeared with my blood.

I fell to the ground as I was helpless. I felt a weakness running
through my body. I could hardly see anything before me, but I could see everyone was transfigured in their gray eyes. They had the appearances of vampires.

Seeing Eros delighting in my blood, whet their thirst for blood. They wanted to do the same thing, except my father who had no courage to stick his teeth in my flesh at the moment.

He could bite anybody in the world, except me.

After all I was part of him.

My neck left was with two-small holes from Eros’ teeth. My blood still trickled down my neck. 

Then my father knelt beside me and held my head to get my lips against his wrist. He made a small cut into it with his huge nail, unifying my taste to a few drops of his blood. I wanted more and held his wrist and sucked his blood as much as necessary to trounce my thirst for blood.

Drinking his blood
was required in order for me to go on with my immortality.

Chapter 8

I slept three nights in a row. A deep sleep devastated my being. I needed to replace my energies since they had all been sucked up by the bite of Eros.

When I opened my eyes, I felt my body was different
. I had a feeling I had never known before.

There was emptiness inside me. I did not feel my heartbeat. I was
one of the living dead. I looked up at the ceiling and at the dark corners of the room. At that moment I realized I was in my bedroom, lying on my cold bed.

I sat
up in bed and looked down at my hands. My skin was pale, there were no signs of blood running through my veins and the color in my eyes was not dark any longer. They had become gray like the eyes of my father, Eros, Bizak and Valeska. Around them, there was a dark circle. I realized I had turned into a vampire in fact, a poor immortal, who was bloodthirsty.

Chapter 9

I walked to the main room
. My father was there, standing in a corner, waiting for my appearance. He knew I was hungry and would need much blood.

“How do you feel?” he asked, staring at my face.

“Strange,” I answered confused.

“It's normal
for you feel this way,” he justified and smiled at me.

Afterward he walked quickly.

When I looked at him again, he was already near me, by my side. He held my chin to see my face better. All I did was look at him too. My father looked fascinated at my transformation. It was an honor for him. I had become a real vampire.

“You came to be a beautiful creature!” his tone of voice sounded different from other times
. He was thrilled. “Perfect!”

I remained silent, looking into his gray eyes.

“You might be hungry!” he said and held my ice-cold hand.

“I need blood,
” I finally whispered.

I was led by him, who walked forward. My father was taking me to a place I did not know yet.

We went through several dark, silent corridors. There was nobody besides us.

Bats flew over our heads
. They were frightened by the noise of our steps. Three of them began flaying against me. I lowered my head, trying to avoid colliding my face with their bodies. My father walked normally as he looked familiar with that species.

We stopped in front of a rock wall.

Vincent stared at it for a few seconds, in his a serious posture.

After that the wall answered his stare
. Then it divided in two parts, opening a passage to another place, which was no more part of his castle.

We went through it and automatically the opening closed and again
there was an entire wall with no crack. I looked back over my shoulder as I was scared and watched the closed wall.

It was pure magic.

My father walked on and I did the same. We were in a town built of stones. There were small cottages. These emerged from the smoke into the air. The gray scene resembled a horror movie. I walked beside my father as I was looking around the dark ground.

“Where are we?” I looked back at the dark houses.

“On the ground of those who kill our hunger,” he alleged.

“Do people live in this place?”

I was surprised that a place like that actually had humans living there.