Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Valeska buttoned my dress from the bottom up, with her eyes upon me. In her unconscious there was a desire to be in my place, to be the legitimate daughter of the most powerful vampire in the universe. She had always dreamed of it. But in real life she was just a loyal servant of Vincent.

She noticed I did not have this conception. I always envisioned being born and breathing my last breath like a human.

Everything I was living at that time was not to my liking; living in that dark, deserted and cold place, I being a blood slave and victims lost their lives.

"You are quiet!" she whispered suavely and continued touching my dark clothing.

"I am in fear of what I've become." I admitted with my face down. What I saw in front of me were only my pale feet in contact with the cold ground. My thoughts were miserable and unhappy. I really didn't look like any princess, daughter of a vampire king.

That gigantic castle symbolized nothing in my life. But I was glad I had met my father in fact. I imagined that was the best part of my journey there.

"You have yet not realized how much all this is good!" Valeska said in high spirits as her nails slid by my shoulder.

"If I knew it would end up like this ... I would not have come to this castle," my head descended as I confessed her. I should face that life like mine. I had decided to be there to meet my father.

"Why are you here?" soon she looked at my face. Her big gray eyes came across mine. But I couldn't look at them for extensive time. "It's because of Eros?"

"I am here because of my father." My voice sounded powerless as I gazed to the side another time. My words showed my design. But I perceived Valeska looked not persuaded. So she insisted like bosom friend.

"You know you can confess everything to me," her voice was polite. Valeska wanted to see me talking to her without fear. "There's nobody here to hear you besides me."

She glanced aside and saw a lot of gray walls. At that moment I kept my eyes bent. I couldn't face things before me.

"I do not want to talk about it," resolute, I said as I looked up at the wall. An illuminated torch attracted my attention for a short time.

"Eros is your torment! I see it!" she affirmed, forcing my confession. I stared back at her face and remained quiet. My heart ran quickly within me just as I paid attention to her words. It was as if Eros could be before us and have the sense of hearing our converse.

"Does he know it?" she asked then, in hope of hearing my reply.

"No."

"Why don't you tell him how you feel?" Valeska insisted. Her gaze shone toward me. She looked to love talking about that. Valeska quickly discovered my weak point. That was a big discovery in favor of her.

"I'm afraid." Confessed her some time after and my afflicted eyes ran about everything there. To talk about that subject was something I didn't desire at that occasion.

"Why afraid?"

"I'm afraid of his reaction," Finally I said, in anguish and my hands passed lightly over my long black hair. My eyes went down again. Sometimes I felt angry at myself for being so shy. I should raise my head, look for Eros and confess him my love for him.

"And if he feels the same for you?" Valeska insisted. I tried to fix my attention on her question.

"If he feels the same for me ... I must expect him to express his feelings for me."

"Eros will never do it," Valeska shook her head as she affirmed rapidly. She looked to be familiar with Eros. That was possible because they lived collectively in that castle. Maybe Eros should have had some strong feeling for somebody and Valeska came to know about it. Even so she preferred not to declare about her affirmation.

"How do you know?" my eyes expanded. I asked astonished as I feared he could never confess me his feelings.

"I've known him for a hundred years ... He's never confessed his feelings to anyone."

At some stage in that I glanced down, "Do you really think he feels something for me?" I asked with brightness in my eyes.

"I cannot say ... but he behaves different in front of you as if he was favorably impressed by you," she supposed and gave me a short smile.

So I gazed up and about. Those words came from Valeska's mouth. They encouraged me to face my fears and confess to Eros, all I felt for him. These feelings were born inside me the first time I saw him in my classroom.

Valeska made me feel different. She gave me courage to face everything with vigor and determination. She had convinced me that Eros could give me his love in return. That he could feel for me all that I really felt for him. I would need to tell him about the existence of my love for him.

Then I imagined it would not be an easy task but also not impossible.

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