Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 13

The next day, I was astonished. The main topic at school was about just one person, a phenomenal boy called Eros. We heard comments about how amazingly Eros had played.

Everybody was delighted with him, mainly the girls...

As soon as he arrived at school, everyone was staring at him while he came walking slowly and without a friend, only holding his books. He noticed everyone was admiring him. The girls tried to approach him. However, he stepped back, avoiding them and ensuring they couldn't really touch him.

Christian was angry again. Eros was detracting another skill from him. First - Eros was now the 'best player on court'.

Second - The most attractive boy in school.

Eros continued to avoid the girls' approach. That was an open door for Christian to distil his venom on him and make awful jokes.

"I think he doesn't like girls!" Christian mocked and glanced at everyone there.

Eros gazed at him, frostily. His eyes squeezed in the direction of Christian. He bit his own lip, holding back his hate for Christian.

Mirta and I were watching everything from afar. I didn't lose any sight of them, albeit I wanted Christian to go away from Eros's path at that moment.

"What did you say?" Eros asked, staring at him. His gaze looked cold in direction of his opponent.

"I said you don't like girls!" he repeated, looking straight at him with his ugly face.

Even so I realized Christian wanted to pick a fight with Eros and that made me angry. Christian was sordid. Sometimes I asked to myself.

How could Mirta have a high regard for him?

She always left a sigh for him.

"He is completely ridiculous!" I whispered. I hated Christian's behavior. Feeling broke I walked away quickly, and I was sickened due to that stupid tumult.

"I won't take into consideration what you have just said." Eros said as he seemed unconcerned about that situation.

"That's a compliment to you," Christian insisted and chuckled.

Eros went away politely, avoiding trouble. Not even he glanced back at Christian.

The students were disappointed at Eros's attitude. He had been humiliated by Christian before everybody there and Eros had acted like a coward.

The teacher was explaining chemistry to the class. Everyone was too interested in listening to his explanation. That is until Mirta saw a drop of her blood on her notebook. She raised one of her hands and touched her own nose.

Soon she noticed she was actually bleeding.

"My nose is bleeding!" she said, nervously. "Sometimes this happens."

When Eros noticed a fresh blood smell coming from Mirta, he stood up and stepped out of the classroom. I didn't understand his strange reaction in class. I also didn't know why he had stepped out of the classroom so fast.

In that moment I wasn't paying attention to my girlfriend Mirta because I was paying attention only to him. After some time I escorted Mirta to the toilet, trying to help her. As soon as her nose stopping bleeding, we came back to our classroom.

I looked back at Eros's seat and it was empty, that is, he didn't come back to class after that. I noticed he had left his books on his desk.

The class was over and everyone left their places. I realized the classroom was empty. I walked very fast towards Eros's books and took them with me. I decided to give them back to him personally.

I walked slowly down a deserted street. Several houses were shut. There were few people visible in those premises.

I examined every house as I was hoping to find him there. Then I met an old man who was walking on the street. He lived in one of those houses. I had seen he was holding a newspaper.

"Sir, please can you tell me where Eros lives?" I asked him when I stopped walking in front of him.

"No person called Eros lives here," he answered and smiled after that. His eyes remained focused on my puzzled face. I was disillusioned and dissatisfied at the information given by the old man.

Then I asked another woman who was also walking down the street. I asked her the same thing.

"I've never heard this name before," she affirmed and frowned at me.

I wasn't content yet at all. Then I deduced it could be a mistake. Maybe all those people weren't well informed about their new neighbor.

Optimistic, I asked some more people the same question and I received the same answers, not those I wanted to have.

"He doesn't live here."... "I don't know him".

Afterwards, I went back home still carrying his books in my arms, wondering all the time why he had lied to me about where he lived.

"What is wrong with this? About me knowing where he really lives?

Was he ashamed about his origins?

Or was he married? Could he have a wife and children?

I was sorry for the rest of the day. Eros became an enigma to me, a mystery in my life. I knew very little about him, besides his weird way and his icy skin.

At the same time he had been very close to me, it looked as if he was so far away from me as if he were just a hallucination from my imagination. I was angry at myself as I felt silly that I cared about his life. Sometimes I felt he didn't care about me at all.

I was absentminded at dinner. I couldn't take my eyes away from my meal. Discouragement had come over me, over my life.

"You didn't eat anything!" my mother complained to me, noticing that my plate was still full of food.

"I'm not hungry," I said, gazing at nothing, my food was becoming even colder as according to all my courage had gone away from me.

"What happened?" She said as she knew I wasn't totally okay. I raised my head and our eyes met. My mother looked worried about me.

Without alternative I gazed aside. "Nothing has happened." Soon I tried to hide what I was feeling.

"Don't lie to me! I know you." She looked at my face and asked with her diligent voice. "Have you had problems in your new school?"

Rapidly I responded and gazed down. "No."

"Is it a boy?" she insisted, trying to examine my cheerless face.

I pined away. My sad gazing at the dining-table demonstrated I couldn't answer her question.

My omission made my mother notice what was really happening to me. Behind every problem there was a boy, who was the reason for my sorrow.

After all, my mother had also been a teenager at one time.

"In that case... I can't help you."

She stood up to take her plate to the sink.

I had always been reserved about talking to my mother about certain subjects, mostly when they referred to the guys I was interested in. It was a kind of obstacle where I couldn't express what I really felt and what were my objectives concerning them.