Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

I slept three nights in a row. A deep sleep devastated my being. I needed to replace my energies since they had all been sucked up by the bite of Eros.

When I opened my eyes, I felt my body was different. I had a feeling I had never known before.

There was emptiness inside me. I did not feel my heartbeat. I was one of the living dead. I looked up at the ceiling and at the dark corners of the room. At that moment I realized I was in my bedroom, lying on my cold bed.

I sat up in bed and looked down at my hands. My skin was pale, there were no signs of blood running through my veins and the color in my eyes was not dark any longer. They had become gray like the eyes of my father, Eros, Bizak and Valeska. Around them, there was a dark circle. I realized I had turned into a vampire in fact, a poor immortal, who was bloodthirsty.

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Hours later

I walked to the main room. My father was there, standing in a corner, waiting for my appearance. He knew I was hungry and would need much blood.

"How do you feel?" his voice serenely asked, Vincent was staring at my face. His eyes looked to admire my image like a vampire.

"Strange," my right hand ran in the direction of my forehead and I answered confused.

"It's normal for you feel this way," he justified and smiled shortly at me.

Afterward he walked quickly.

When I looked at him again, he was already near me, by my side. He held my chin to see my face better. All I did was look at him too. My father looked fascinated at my transformation. It was an honor for him. I had become a real vampire.

"You came to be a beautiful creature!" his tone of voice sounded different from other times. He was thrilled. "Perfect!"

But I remained silent, looking into his gray eyes.

"You might be hungry!" Vincent said and held my ice-cold hand. Our gazes met and he remained waiting for my sweet voice.

"I need blood," finally I whispered. My tone of voice sounded low.

To facilitate I was led by him, who walked forward. My father was taking me to a place I did not know yet.

We went through several dark, silent corridors. There was nobody besides us.

Bats flew over our heads. They were frightened by the noise of our steps. Three of them began flaying against me. I lowered my head, trying to avoid colliding my face with their bodies. My father walked normally as he looked familiar with that species.

We stopped in front of a rock wall.

Vincent stared at it for a few seconds, in his a serious posture.

After that the wall answered his stare. Then it divided in two parts, opening a passage to another place, which was no more part of his castle.

We went through it and automatically the opening closed and again there was an entire wall with no crack. I looked back over my shoulder as I was scared and watched the closed wall.

It was pure magic.

My father walked on and I did the same. We were in a town built of stones. There were small cottages. These emerged from the smoke into the air. The gray scene resembled a horror movie. I walked beside my father as I was looking around the dark ground.

"Where are we?" I looked back at the dark houses.

"On the ground of those who kill our hunger," his voice alleged with deep wisdom. Vincent remained serious.

"Do people live in this place?"

My eyes increased. I was surprised that a place like that actually had humans living there.

My father laughed at my sense of stupidity for some time. I looked up at his countenance, having fun at my lack of culture. Suddenly my shoulders compacted.

"No human would live in a place like this for many hours," he explained to me. "Those who live here we call 'pre- vampires'."

"Pre-vampires?" I frowned at him. I had never heard those words before in my life and what they signified.

"This is one of them," he said, motioning to a creature approaching us.

I looked in the same direction. I saw something moving under a huge black cape, its face was covered by a great hood. It was an unknown figure for me.

My father had made it stop walking, using only the movement of his hand toward the creature.

I looked at Vincent without understanding his behavior, what he wanted me to do with the prey.

"Come closer!" he ordered me. "This is your meal."

I did what my tutor suggested to do, and then I approached the creature with no speed as I felt a panic.

I came closer to it. I could see its horrible face and it looked like a disfigured human with its round eyes, white and huge teeth, its skin was peeled and without vivacity. It looked like a deformed vampire.

My thirst for blood ran high. I lowered the hood of my prey, grabbed its neck carefully and put my nose on its neck. I smelled its blood and I stuck my teeth with all my will into its bloodstream. I closed my eyes, savoring its red liquid. The more I extracted from it, the more I wanted to drink it. The creature went limp in my arms, fainted, in its last breaths. Vincent grabbed me by the shoulders as he was terrified. He prevented from me sucking its last blood drop.

"Enough!" his voice shouted at me. He separated me from the fainted body, which went straight to the ground like a dead corpse. "Let's get out of here!" Vincent ordered.

Right now I was led by him, who laid his hand on my shoulder.

"What will happen to this creature?" my eyes ran up at his face. I asked as I was sorry for what I did to that poor soul.

"It will die in a few minutes," he responded, gazing way.

"Aren't they immortal like us?" I asked, interested.

"That is why they are called pre-vampires." My father said and looked intently on the road to me. So I continued mute.