Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

I arrived at my father's room without his consent. I went in the direction of his bedroom door. I was furious. My father was surprised at my presence, and then he rose from his chair in a hurry and gazed in the direction of my image.

He knew I was not well at all.

Soon I stopped walking in front of him, in a position to defy him. At that moment I didn't see him like my father. I had forgotten that detail.

"What happened?" he put his hand on his chin and observed me gravely. My arrogant approach made him perplexed.

But I faced him even more. My cheeks were red in fury. "You told me I could have it all!" I mocked him as I glanced around.

He wrinkled his nose and remained silent. So I insisted, trying to look back at him. My father looked not to want to pay attention to my words.

"Everything I wanted would be in my hands!" My voice became elevated.

"Do you doubt it?" He asked and took his hand away from his chin and condensed his gray eyes in my direction.

My gaze challenged his. "Then why can't I have 'the love of Eros'?" My voice sounded angry at this moment. I glanced to one side as I had Eros's image in my mind.

"You are angry because of this!" He smiled at it all as his gray eyes ran quickly around.

"You never gave yourself the luxury of feeling it! You're a monster!" I shouted at him and curved my head. Soon my depressing eyes met the floor. I was frustrated at everything.

"Valkyrie, love is the compassion of mortals...We do not need it," he confessed and sat back on his armchair looking quite annoyed. But he kept his posture like a master of the vampires. He also had forgotten he was my father. In that moment he saw me like a vampire that should be strong and invincible. That is, I shouldn't be worried about stupid feelings like Love.

"You shouldn't have done this to me!" I shook my head and compressed my lips in anger. "You commanded Eros to come after me." I lowered my head, nearly crying.

"You ruined my life ... now I'm a monster!" I said between my teeth as I saw my father was responsible for the whole thing. I imagined he had designed just his happiness and not mine.

"I had no choice. You're my daughter," Vincent responded. His voice sounded cheerless. At that moment he gave me his gaze of father.

"Now I am condemned to this hell!"

I screamed and shook my head from side to side in the manner of denial, as I made my way in the direction of the door to step out. My father stopped me, closing the door quickly, using only his thought's force. I stopped walking and turned my body to face him. I saw him sitting waiting for me to be calm. I held back my tears. I did not want to cry in front of him.

"That's how you repay your father?" He asked, rose from his chair, walked to his open window and looked up at the cloudy sky. His day was going not good. He hated to argue with me.

"I gave you immortality!"

"And you took my happiness!" Rapidly I screamed again.

This made me release all my anger at him. I couldn't forgive him at that occasion. So I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on something good. But it was in vain because I continued annoyed.

"Is your happiness found in a trivial love for a vampire?" He asked sarcastically. My father desired to make me see his world without indigence. The master of the vampires wanted me to be like him and think of everything like him did.

"I lost my mother ..."

Soon I lowered my head as I said him that.

"It's not her who you're thinking about now!" He affirmed to emphasize my bitterness. My father looked at me. "You're too young, you'll have many passions," he confessed filled with wisdom.

After that Vincent turned back and snapped his fingers, making the door open.

"Now go!"

His voice sounded like a vampire master and not like my father's voice. I stared in his direction as I remained voiceless. So he looked away. Looking thinking of something depressive. Maybe he imagined he would never meet a daughter like me, so stupid and foolish.

"One day you will thank me for everything I have done for you," he confessed, still keeping his back to me. His wine cape protected his backside. His long black hair practically touched his waistline. My father was a very handsome vampire.

At this split second, I turned and crossed the passage without saying anything. My silence was the correct attitude on my part.