Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

When I opened my eyes, I saw two bizarre creatures looking at me with their curious eyes, as if they had never seen a human being in their lives.

A young girl approached me first. She was the owner of an explicit sensuality. She was in her provocative tight dress, in an intense red color and her make-up was as heavy as her dress. Her appearance made me remember my friend Mirta.

Her fire-red hair flowed down her neck. Her huge eyes were gray and her mouth was fleshy. Her skin was pale. In fact, she was a beautiful vampire.

The boy beside her, I confess he also had his charm. He was strong and tall, his pale face was attractive as was his brown hair.

Girls would definitely look at him. His eyes had the same characteristic, similar to Valeska's eyes. They were gray too.

I looked at all the corners of that living room and I missed something. Then I frowned at them as I was trying to find definitively what I was looking for, with my impatient eyes.

"How are you?" Valeska asked me as she looked to care about me.

My brain did not assimilate her question yet. I was still lying down. Then I lifted my head slightly and pronounced slowly...

"EROS,"

"Keep calm! He came with you," in a little while she said in a friendly voice.

"Where's he?" I glanced around and asked feeling a discomfort that would not leave me unless Eros was there next to me. I needed his presence at that moment.

"He is talking to Vincent," the boy answered. His voice was gentle.

Nevertheless I slowly got up as I was a little dizzy. It seemed my body was out of my control. I also realized I was barefoot and dirty, wearing the same dress from last night at the rock and roll concert. I just thought I was dreaming.

"She looks dizzy," the boy said, looking at his companion for some time. But they remained serious.

"It is normal for her to look like this," a voice coming from the corridor said behind them.

An eccentric man came to where we were. As soon as I looked at him, I felt like I already knew him. He was the man from my childhood dreams. Although I did not see him clearly in those dreams, I knew it was him.

He was very well dressed. He was in his wine-colored tunic and he also had rings on his fingers. His nails were extensive, his long hair was black as night and fell to the middle of his back. His pale skin and his gaze were stunning.

My father was a handsome man. Now I knew why my mother had not resisted him that night. I thought I would come across an old man. He looked like a man of about thirty-five years. A man in his prime.

Almost twenty years later he looked the same way. My mother on the other hand, had some smile lines and a few wrinkles, not to mention a few gray hairs that were lost in her scalp, those which she tried to hide from view with hair dye.

I waited for this day for so long. That is, I wanted to be face to face with my father. I just thought this day would not be like this, in this place, on another planet.

He was distant from me and looking at me.

"My daughter!" he exclaimed, motioned and stretched his arms for me to come between them. I hesitated to do so. I had not got used to the idea that he really was my father.

"Come on and give me a hug!" his voice insisted.

Some seconds later I walked toward him. My steps were slow and it seemed I would never reach him. Before I realized it, I was surrounded by a paternal hug.