Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 18

Some days later I hosted a dinner for my two school friends, Mirta and Eros. My mother wanted to get to know them.

Eros was the first one to arrive. I went to my home's front door to welcome him. I cared about doing my hair before opening the door for him.

"Come in!" I told him kindly.

"Thanks." He looked tense and glanced out-of-the-way. But I remained silent for some time.

So we moved to the living room and my mother stood up, observing us.

"Mother, this is Eros," I said, nervously.

They stared at each other.

"Hi," she first said.

"How are you ma'am?" he asked and turned his down. Eros looked apprehensive before her.

My mother looked at Eros. Her eyes seemed as vigilant as always. My mother couldn't hide her surprise at him.

"Sit down," my mother gently prodded.

Eros sat on the sofa and my mother sat on a chair next to the couch. I went again to the front door to receive my girlfriend Mirta. I barely opened the door and she walked in, as if she was my family member.

"Where is your mother?" she asked, looking up at my home's decoration.

"There," I pointed a finger at my mother.

Mirta glanced at Eros, with his back to us while he was sitting on the sofa.

"Why didn't you tell me he would be here? I would have dressed in more appropriate clothes," she whispered into my ear.

I looked at her from top to toe and checked out her clothes. Mirta was wearing a miniskirt, her legs were exposed. Her clothing was like an invitation to any man, including Eros, to travel through them.

We finally went to the living room.

"Ma'am, are you Valkyrie's mother? You're so young!" Mirta said this before I had introduced her to my mother.

"How are you? My daughter speaks very highly of you!" she said and stood up.

"I am fine," she answered and smiled genteelly.

Then she stared at Eros, who was still sitting on the sofa. He seemed not at all happy at her presence.

"Hi, Eros!" she said and smiled at him.

"Hi!" he said, seriously.

I didn't notice him staring at Mirta's legs and that had created a feeling of relief inside me.

We sat on our chairs at the dining table when dinner was finally ready. My mother sat at the head of the table. Mirta sat by my side and Eros took a seat opposite me.

"Who are your parents, Eros?" my mother asked after she placed all the food on the dining-table.

"My parents... don't live in this town," he responded, quietly.

"What about your parents, Mirta?" she continued, looking at Mirta.

"My father is a lawyer and my mother is a housewife," Mirta said proudly.

"Mother, we'd better eat," I said.

We all had dinner quietly. Later my mother brought the dessert.

After dinner, we went back to the living room. We sat on the couch and talked about the town and about school, too.

Unexpectedly, we heard the sound of a horn. Mirta skipped quickly and rose from the couch. Eros' gaze stopped on her legs. I felt afflicted as I was jealous because I knew his eyes were focused on something interesting, that is, a wonderful pair of legs.

"It's my father. He came to fetch me!" she said.

I walked Mirta to the front door after she said to everyone,

"Have a good night."

Then I came back to the living room and Eros was talking to my mother. He had the intention to leave, too. I stood near him.

"Good night!" Eros said, distantly.

My mother touched his cold hand and looked into his eyes. She shivered and got a strange feeling.

"Good night!" she said, stunned.

I walked Eros towards the front yard while we walked side by side. It was so fine. For some instants I wished to have more moments like that beside Eros. However I was red as I imagined Eros could sense my thoughts.

"You are leaving so soon," I said, outraged.

"It is late." He stared at me for a moment and gave a shrug. "I'm going to bed early."

"Did you enjoy having dinner in my home?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"And did you like my mother?"

"I think you should ask her that." His voice was troubled as I didn't look at my face. His look investigated other direction.

"Why? Did she treat you badly?" almost immediately I was preoccupied with this subject now.

"No, but my presence bothered her," he confessed and his gaze searched the darkness. He looked to familiar to it.

"She's like that. My mother always tries to protect me from everything. " I was embarrassed and my hand examined my long Black hair.

The silence lasted for a long moment until he finally said, "Have a good night, Valkyrie."

"I can ask my mother to take you home!"

"Don't worry, I'll go walking," he said and kept walking slowly.

Every time I stared at his back, he seemed further and further away. He was so fast.

I locked the front door and went over to my mother. She was standing in the living room after she leaned her face to the window and saw Eros and me in the front yard.

"Your friends are very interesting!" she said in a low voice and her face was anxious.

"What's wrong?" I asked, staring at her face.

"Mirta's clothes are so short!" My mother insisted. Her voice looked strange. Nothing friendly.

"What's the big deal about that?"

"Your friend Eros..." she grimaced and held back her voice. My mother looked thoughtful. I believe she was thinking of our dinner's scenes.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked, apprehensive and rolled my eyes. I didn't let myself get irritated with our converse.

"He's a weird and distant guy ... he has an enigmatic gaze... like..."

She didn't finish her sentence and watched me, intently.

"Like who?" I was so intrigued and stared at the objects as I asked her.

My mother delayed to articulate. "Like a person I met once." She gazed to one side. Her eyes met the wall. After that she looked down.

"Like my father?" I insisted, gazing to her.

My mother stared at me and then her eyes met the floor another time. "How do you know this?"

"I guessed."

"He reminds me of your father; not his physical look but his gaze... his icy hand..." my mother said as she looked puzzled at him.

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