Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

Capítulo 8

CHAPTER 8

Chemistry Class had finished. All the students had been released from school. Mirta didn't attend school on that day. I didn't know about her absence's reason.

In next to no time I picked up my notebook and pressed it against my own chest, which was a habit I always had. A mania I acquired since I began to attend school.

Eros and I went down the corridor stairs. In distraction I ended up stumbling over the stairs, where my fall would have been bad if it was not for the rapidity of Eros's hand onto my arm as he caught me in time.

I felt paralyzed by his hand's coldness. How could it be so frozen when the day was excessively hot?

"Take care!" he exclaimed as he put his hand on my left arm. Our eyes met for some seconds. Nervously I blinked at them and turned my face to one side.

"What a frozen hand!" I murmured without thinking. "I mean..." I tried to repair what I had said but I had been interrupted by his sensual voice.

"I suffer from a rare disease."

Our eyes met for a second time.

I sensed he felt ashamed by my thoughtless comment and he soon justified the why of his coldness.

Eros continued saying, keeping his head down. "I avoid touching people for that reason."

Hurriedly I shook my head. "I have never heard about such a disease." I said piously. I was very surprised at his confession. So I left a sigh and remained silent.

"Only one case in one million." Serenely he explained, gazing up at something invisible in the air. "Therefore many people don't know it."

I gave a shrug and admitted then. "I am one of those people."

"It is a torment in my life. I have to live with this." We faced each other and Eros remained saying. "I look like the living- dead."

Our gaze searched each other again. But Eros's Eyes ran to the left. He compressed his gaze in one direction.

"Isn't there any medical treatment?" I asked him as I turned my gaze aside. I needed making this at that moment.

"I have had several treatments and nothing has worked." Eros stared over my face. He looked serene even he talking about his disease.

"Are you always like this..., 'frozen'?" I insisted carefully and bit my lips. Eros kept his gaze away from me. I could note that.

He started saying. "Yes, I am, all the time." His mystic eyes met mine. So I turned my head down.

"Wow!" my voice sounded enraptured. I wanted to say him something could comfort him, but I didn't. I still was quite alarmed at his disease.

"See you tomorrow." He walked ahead, leaving me behind.

"Bye-bye!" I answered discouraged. I thought I shouldn't have commented regarding his cold hand. He could have been offended by me.

On my way back home, I walked very slowly, staring down at the ground, thinking of Eros' hands and how cold they were. How was it possible for a person to be icy all the time even on warm days?

His illness not only bothered him, but also all those who had been touched by him. I was dying to help him and wanted to find a cure or a solution for his problem. I couldn't do anything except feel sorry for him again. I sighed. That made him anomalous.

"He said he suffers from a rare disease," I said crestfallen. At this moment, I talked to my mother about Eros' illness.

"Your father looked like ice, too," For half a second my mother said ingenuously, her forehead creasing over her troubled eyes.

"My father?" immediately I frowned as I was very surprised at my mother's comment. "Did he suffer from that disease too?"

My mother glanced aside. "I do not know. He never said anything about it. In fact I saw him just once."

Her worried eyes met mine.

"Have you and my father never been lovers?" We stared each other for some time.

"No, we have not. I have never said this to you, but I think it's time to let you know everything." Her face looked slightly shocked. Hardly my mother talked about my father. I think she would hate the idea of seeing me near to him.

"Everything?" I asked cautiously. My mother's countenance looked strange. She avoided facing me.

"I had met your father in a nightclub. We left the place together and... how can I say this to you?" she frowned and looked at the floor.

"You slept with him," I affirmed severely. My mother should say me all. I was no child and my mother should see it.

"Yeah, we spent a night together." She sat on the sofa. "One night was enough..." she confessed, sounding repentant at her past.

"And I was born." I stared at her, disgusted. "So that's why you hate him so much!"

"I don't hate your father. I just avoid talking about him. It has been very hard for me, bearing all of this by myself."

I realized she was crying in silence. Her hand covered her lips.

"Being a single mother and not knowing the father of my daughter." She put her fingers on her face and wiped a tear away.

"You should have avoided that situation," I said and my eyes were wide-open and serious.

"If I had, you wouldn't be here in this moment," she said, firmly and her wet eyes met mine. I felt like embracing her at that moment, but I couldn't do it. My revolt took it away from me.

"It would have been better," I said and went to seek refuge in my bedroom. My tears were accumulated in my eyes' corners.

Talking about my father had always been a torment for us. I grew up searching all the true about my father and my mother always denied it to me. I didn't know if she did it, trying to protect me from something all the time.

"Don't say that again, Valkyrie!" She came walking after me. "You are my life," she confessed.

"I didn't say that I am not your life." I sat on my bed and placed a cushion on my lap. "I just think you didn't need to suffer so much... if I hadn't been born," I said and leaned my head to the side.

"I would face anything to have you here with me."

She confessed and hugged me tightly. Her hug expressed her immense love for me.

We remained together for a long time. My mother was everything I had in my life and I was all she had in hers. It became much clearer to me. We depended on each other.

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