Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 23

The rock and roll concert was on that day. Hours before the event, I went to Mirta's house. I brought some clothes in my backpack. My mother carefully took me by the hand and led me to our front door. Then she hugged me tightly for a while.

"Don't drink strong drinks, don't smoke and behave yourself," I was well advised.

"You know I don't do these things," I said.

"That's alright, daughter," she said and hugged me again.

That hug was longer. I'd never hugged her that way. I felt a pang of remorse, as if I wouldn't see her anymore.

"I love you, mother," I said, with a tormented voice and feeling a pain that I knew was inside me. I loved my mother so much and this moment I needed to show it to her.

She confessed me. "It's nice to hear this."

I felt she was smiling over my shoulder. My love was all she wanted in her life and she had it forever. Without needing to give me anything in exchange.

"I don't know if I'm the best daughter in the world for you, but you're the best mother in the world for me," I confessed and held her hands firmly.

"If I could have other child, I would like to have another daughter like you," she admitted and we had another embrace ... which lingered more than the first one...

Hours later, I arrived at Mirta's house and we went upstairs in the direction of her room. Her house was large, beautiful and comfortable.

Mirta was almost ready and her make-up was finished. She helped me to choose my clothes, after I had gone several times in front of the mirror while I changed again and again.

After we were ready, I made a silent comparison between us. Mirta was dressed to kill, in a short, tight dress and her beautiful thighs exposed. She was a dazzling in gold, with her shoulder-length hair, her skin was delicate and eyes were light brown. The color of her lipstick was redder than her dress.

I took a look at myself. I was dressed totally different from her. I was wearing doll style shoes, a sheath dress and pink high heels, with ribbons on them. My makeup was light, despite the red lipstick on my lips, the same used by Mirta.

I untied my long, black and curly hair. My eyes were almost the same color as my hair. My skin was blushed with a scarlet tone. We went downstairs as soon as we heard the sound of Christian's car horn.

This same night, we arrived at the club. The place was crowded with people. I stopped next to the front doorstep, at the same time as I decided I would wait for Eros there.

"Won't you go in?" Mirta asked me, when she saw me standing in front of the club entrance.

"I'll stay here waiting for him," I answered, looking all around. I really hoped to see Eros there, before me as I had imagined during my last sleepless night.

"He should have already arrived. If he hasn't shown up until now, that's because he won't come," she said firmly.

I was overwhelmed with despair. Mirta was right. He would probably not come. Even so I waited for him for half an hour... and he didn't come.

Then I walked into the club, alone. There was a lot of excitement in there and finding Mirta and Christian would be a tough mission for me. I thought it would have been easier and much less disappointing if I'd stayed home.

I was in that concert for a reason, because of someone who didn't even care about showing up. He didn't deserve what I felt for him. After all, he was a monster... a vampire. He should not have a heart. At least he should not feel anything for me.