by Pet TorreS
“I can do it this first.” Eros soon affirmed.
“Excellent!” Valeska declared and gave him a small smile. “Choose your card and good luck!”
Eros’s pale fingers touched one of the cards on the table and he ended up pulling one of them to him.
“What is the figure on the card?” She asked him.
Eros descended his eyes and looked at it and saw a stone. He did a grimace during that.
“A stone.”
“Oh, a stone!” Valeska and Bizak smiled at the same time. “I am sorry Eros, but you will have to kiss a stone, dear.”
“A stone?” he asked perplexed.
“Yes, a stone, my boy,” Bizak said back and started to smirk under his right hand.
But before, he had done that, Eros gazed at my face, as he looked hesitant to do it. “To kiss a stone!” murmured at it in his hands. “That is very humiliating!”
Valeska and Bizak smiled with more force as seeing Eros’s lips touching that solid stone.
“Now tell to it, I see you tomorrow my love.” Bizak scorned at Eros.
After that, Eros threw away the stone and it hit the wall next to him.
“Eros, the game is not over yet,” Valeska advised him. “You cannot have this kind of behavior.”
“Damn it!” he pronounced back.
“Now it is my time,” Bizak affirmed full of life. “I want a cool card; after all, I don’t want to kiss any stone, bat or snake.”
“But you should like kissing snakes; after all, you are one of them.” Eros was ironic at him and Bizak gave him just a silent watch.
With a card in his hand, Bizak looked down at it and saw the picture of a girl. That was just a female shadow. “Whoop! I chose a girl.”
“That is fine!” Valeska articulated. “You have to choose between Valkyrie or me to kiss.”
Bizak looked to be secure of his choice and soon his eyes came over me.
“I choose Valkyrie.”
I almost pulled from my chair in great despair, as I really didn’t figure out that Bizak could choose me during a game of kiss.
“Valkyrie, hum hum, Bizak has chosen you.” Valeska murmured with malice in my direction. “Be ready, because he will kiss you before us.”
“How?” murmured confused and looked in the direction of Eros and he was very serious.
“Be peaceful, Valkyrie, my kisses have the habit of being exceptional,” Bizak affirmed during the moment that he left his seat and got up, waiting I could do the same.
“Got up, Valkyrie!” Valeska ordered me. “Bizak is waiting for you.”
Before I rose from my chair, I gave another look in the direction of Eros’s face and saw his observant eyes over my representation. I was about to get a kiss from Bizak and that was something very alarming for me. Soon I felt my legs were locked and my throat was dry.
I confess I closed my eyes as I saw Bizak was even more close to me. His face made a small shadow on mine and his right hand touched a side of my face. Softly, I received a sweet kiss on one side of my cheek. He wished to kiss me there. My heart stop running when I noticed he had not kissed my lips. That was a great thing, after, a great happening.
“Did you really think I would kiss your sweet lips before everyone here?” Bizak finally asked me, after his hand had gone down and abandoned my face. But his eyes still met mine. “No, No, that kind of thing must be done on the sly.”
Then he gave a charming smile.
From his seat, Eros made a strange sound with his throat. Soon he got up and informed us with no tolerance to stay there.
“The game is over for me.” murmured between the teeth. “Make your choices without me!”
After his advice, Eros evaporated from there in seconds. We looked at his place and saw nothing else, except the empty seat.
“What happened to him?” Valeska questioned perplexed at Eros’s action. “What vermin has bitten him?”
Bizak gave her his shoulder’s shake and then said. “Maybe some vermin of jealousy.”
CHAPTER 20
At that moment I walked toward the halls of the castle. The silence was a constant presence there. I locked my steps and put my hand on the wall, trying to keep my body up. I felt weakness. I needed blood. I needed to consume the blood of the ‘pre- vampires’.
My thirst for blood was such that I was having mirages of blood everywhere, on the wall, the ceiling and on the floor.
After that I decided to go through the door that separated my father’s castle from the ‘pre- vampires’ town.
I disobeyed my father’s orders. He told me I should always be accompanied by someone and I should never walk alone there. I paced through the deserted streets of the place and saw no creature walking by me. In that case I continued my journey. I was attentive to everything around me, and then I looked from one side to another as I still was apprehensive at my surroundings.
Forward I saw a nightclub, a kind of club.
There were several of them. I did not think I would be running a risk of going in there. I thought only of blood. I stopped walking at the nightclub door and put my black hood over my head to hide my face. My eyes had changed color and my teeth grew out so I easily sensed the smell of blood.
My eyes closed at all and breathed deeply to better feel the irresistible aroma of blood.
Finally I plucked up the courage and entered the site through the main door.
It was a dark and narrow place. It was packed with pre- vampires. They would gather there to dance and drink. They had the same human needs. I slowly infiltrated the crowd, looking straight, so they would not notice my face. Further along there was a female pre- vampire doing acrobatics on a swing fixed to the ceiling. She was in little clothing. It was part of her show to let her coveted body be seen.
Several creatures paid attention to her show. I continued walking and stopped in an aisle where there were only two creatures talking together. I thought that was a suitable place to satisfy my appetite for blood. I remained standing in the corner waiting for the right moment to strike.
But I was waiting for my prey to be alone. I had no practice in hunting the animals. When I did it the first time I was in the company of my father.
Everything had been perfect.
At that moment I looked at the entrance to the aisle and saw another creature approaching me. It didn't seem to be one of them, that is, a pre- vampire.
Its face was covered like mine. There was a black hood on its head.
I turned my face down and stared at the floor. It was a way I found to go on unnoticed by the stranger approaching. But it did not help me because the figure in black stopped walking in my direction, very close, and then I could see its dark shoes. I had no desire to raise my head up and see what it was.
Consequently I thought I had been discovered. I just did not yet know by whom. It was when a withdrawn voice revealed to me the owner of it.
“Valkyrie!”
Before long I lifted my face and stared up at its face, its gaze more precisely.
That was the only look that had the power to intimidate me, so I did not react. My thoughts began noticing the forms of his face.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised. His gray eyes ran on my image in black. “Are you alone?”
“I need blood ...” I responded. My throat almost closed.
“You cannot stay here!” Eros turned his back to me. “Let's get out here!” He said looking straight ahead. I fixed my eyes on his perfect image. I always loved seeing Eros before me. But I never confessed it to him. Because I knew He would think I was an idiot.
Even before we walked on, we were surprised by a handful of pre-vampires, coming toward us. Now we were their target. Eros moved backward and I did the same.
But the creatures were getting closer. Eros used his mind’s force as he launched upon them a strong wind that made them move backward.
This delayed their approach, but it didn’t make them stop coming again.
We went down among them, everything seemed normal. Then we realized they turned against us.
They came upon us, and this time it was not half a dozen, but hundreds of them.
“Why are they this way?” my eyes increased during that. I asked holding firmly Eros’s black cape. His smell was perfect and almost made me silent, only looking at him clandestinely. I always loved great particular moments beside Eros. I also wished he could feel the same for me, think like me about these cute moments between us.
“I don't know,” he answered with his eyes upon the crowd of pre-vampires that looked to be very nervous at us.
They wanted me. It was clear when five of them held my arm, pulling me to them.
“We just want her!” One of them said with a distorted voice. The pre- vampires didn’t possess their voices equal to ours or humans. They spoke growling, as if they were dying at that moment.
A choir was saying the same phrase at the same time:
“WE NEED HER.”
I felt them pull my cape in despair, a group of them tried to bite my arm. Everyone was coming at me at once.
Everyone in that room was trying to do the same.
They wanted my flesh, my blood...
Eros pressed me against him. He only believed in protecting me, since they did not want to do anything with him.
“Do something! We need to get out of here!” Eros ordered impatiently. His eyes squeezed toward them.
“I cannot!” in big terror I screamed without trying to as my fleeting look was around.
“You can do it!” his voice was dense. He insisted.
After his words, I closed my eyes and let my mind act for me. A flash filled the room, like a burst of fireworks. A navy blue light had left everyone stunned. They staggered from one side to the other, almost blind.
Even so I did not know how I did it. It was all very fast. I realized Eros and I were already outside the town of pre-vampires.
We were safe on top of a huge rock in the woods in the vicinity of my father’s castle. Both standing, relieved to have escaped from those cannibals in time.
“I do not understand why they wanted to devour me,” I said observing Eros looking at the horizon. It seemed he avoided looking at me.
“They want your blood,” Eros confessed, in the same position.
Eros kept his silence for some time. “They were told you're the daughter of Vincent!” he continued. “Just I don’t understand how.”
“And what does it means to them?” I asked.
“Eternity!” he stared at my face. “They want to drink your blood to be like us.”
“Because they're not eternal?” I asked.
“They are only creatures that will last a hundred years, nothing else. They have no powers like us and they have no eternity,” he explained.
I approached him. I wanted to look at his face as he spoke although part of his hood was covering his face, but the colors of his eyes were expressive.
“To become like us ...everyone must drink the blood of your father...or you.”
He stared at me reinforcing what he said.
“Why does Vincent transform them into 'pre- vampires'?”
The name 'Vincent' sounded best to ask that question, instead of using the words ‘my father.’ I was referring to the creature that turned human beings into those ugly creatures and not to what generated me.
“If they stay here in their human forms, they would not survive for many hours. This is where Vincent bites them and makes them as they are, that is, mortal creatures that exist for a short time.” He paused. “Vincent doubles their lifetime, making them resistant to certain things.”
“So do only my father and I possess powers to turn people into vampires?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes,” he said and walked to the side, out of my way. “Now do you understand the power you have?” he asked.
“I feel like a monster!” I whispered.
“And you are,” he said looking back at me.
I felt revulsion within me, for being a monster.
I sat on the floor with my knees to the side. I was weak. I still needed blood. My body reacted strangely and every moment that passed I lost vivacity.
Then I put my hands on the stone to support my discouraged body. Eros realized there was something wrong with me.
“I need blood ...” soon I confessed unconsciously.
Eros didn’t think twice. He approached me and was standing in front of me. He extended his left arm, wrapped the cuff, leaving his pulse exposed.
“Drink it!” he ordered and held out his wrist for me to drink his blood.
“I cannot!” I shook my head at him, reinforcing my words of denial. I was afraid something bad would happen to him and I would lose him forever.
“Drink it! I fed a few minutes ago,” he insisted and his voice was inflexible.
Eros had killed his thirst by blood with a pre- vampire, shortly before he was with me in the hallway of the club.
“My blood still runs hot in my veins!” he said.
“I'm scared...of losing ... you,” I confessed, gazing into his gray eyes. I felt our gaze remained fixed to each other for some instants.
“Nothing will happen to me! Just I'll be a little weak!” He turned his look away from me now.
“No.”
“Come on!” he ordered.
At that second I looked at his wrist for some seconds, until I had the courage to do what he had ordered me.
My lips touched his cold fist. I was encouraged by the fresh blood that ran in his arteries. Within moments my sharp teeth penetrated his flesh.
His blood ran down his pale skin, marking around my lips. I was sucking his sweet blood with such despair. I couldn’t hold my lust for blood.
Eros was writhing around. He felt great pain and discomfort at my bite and then he pressed his lips followed by his short groans. When he sensed it was time to stop me, he brutally pulled his wrist away from my lips.
With his other hand he held his bloody wrist and pulled the site of the bite. It was a way to prevent his blood going down and diminish his pain.
So I sat down, reinvigorating my energy as I felt better. I was delighting in the blood that ran through him.
When I felt fully conscious and powerful, I looked at him.
His weakness controlled his body. He was worn for minutes, until he returned to his normal state. Immediately...he was again the same as before, with his erect posture, as if nothing had happened to him.
CHAPTER 21
Everything was fine. I had the strength to stand up and resume my routine.
Before we returned to the castle and joined the others, I wanted to discuss another subject, questions that were saved in me and I needed answers.
“Why aren't you attracted by our species?” my voice forced its tone as I was keeping my eyes fixed on him.
Eros did not expect me to mention this subject. His face responded to my question more quickly.
He grimaced at me, continuing grave.
“The warm blood flowing in the vein of humans is a challenge for me. It makes me hot too!” he responded looking to the side. “Their heartbeat ...Everything is fantastic!”
However he continued. I sensed an excitement in him when he described his expectations. It made me not feel well.
How I hated being a vampire!
I had none of those features described by him.
“We have nothing of it! We’re cold! Our hearts don’t beat any longer ...” he said without enthusiasm and his gaze met nothing away from me.
After that I lowered my head lamenting all things said by him. How difficult it was to hear that.
“It means you are lost to me,” I supposed disappointed and bit my under lip.
In next to no time he moved closer and touched my
arm with his cold fingers. I raised my head up and gazed into his supernatural face.
“See it! I feel nothing when I touch you! We're cold!”
My head bowed. I lost the ground with his words.
He dropped my arm and made a short retreat.
“There's something more I need to know ...” I begged.
But he waited attentively for my next question. This moment he would be prepared. I moved in front of him, looked into his gray eyes to prove the veracity in his answer.
“Have you already felt attracted to me?” I stared at his eye’s pupil. Eros’s face continued inflexible before my question. “When I was human?”
Discomfort invaded his stance. He had no enthusiasm to answer me. Little by little Eros shook his head.
“What difference does it make now? Why do you want to know that?” he asked me.
“I need to know!”
He sniffed before answering something.
“...Yes...”
His answer seemed honest and acceptable, and then I could see it in his fearless eyes.
His ‘YES’ came to my mind as a good thing and bad at the same time.
Good - because I knew one day he'd wanted me and I had been present in his thoughts...
Bad - because I would never be desired by him again, everything had been in the past.
“When?” intolerant, I ordered, wishing he could go into detail of exactly when he felt desire for me.
“Twice...” his voice was low and so sweet.
Even so I insisted “When? Tell me!”
He walked toward me, in silence. I had no idea what he would do. Now it was his turn to stand in front of me. He stared into my eyes, raised his hands up and held my head. Then an exceptional energy that accompanied his hands made him show me the two times I insisted on knowing.
They were going through my mind as if I was again reliving those magic moments.
THE FIRST TIME occurred at the Rock and Roll concert.
When he touched his face on my neck, rubbing his lips on my delicate skin, it was a way to keep him under control. My blood was exchanged, half-human and half- vampire, that way my smell would stop him craving human blood. I didn’t attract him in this aspect.