Valkyrie: the Vampire Princess

CHAPTER 1

It all started in 1991, when my mother became pregnant. My father had always been an enigma for me.

I never knew about his existence; who he was... how he was similar to me and where he came from.

My mother did not like talking about him. She just said he was a big error in her life. Even so, I did not know exactly why she always said that to me.

I grew up in a narrow world, where my mother constantly imposed all the rules of what I should or should not do. I always asked myself if she was making the right decision by educating me that way, since my colleagues were educated in another way. Even so, I never countered her, as I thought she was the only person I had in my life. She was the most important person to me.

The two of us lived in a house, in a town called...

This does not matter. What does matter is that I moved away from towns time and time again, almost always.

It seemed my mother never wanted to establish roots in any one place. I thought she lived running away from something or somebody. Maybe she was fleeing my father...

However I keep in mind when I was seven, I began to have strange dreams and they were always of the same scenes. There was a man in a dark place. It was an empty hall with several cobwebs on the ceiling and the ground was replete with dust.

That was a dark and unknown place for me. I did not get to see his face, but I could hear his voice calling my name.

VALKYRIE... VALKYRIE...

It was a far and tremulous voice. It was as if he was distant from me and he tried to communicate with me by telepathy. Every time I dreamed of him, I awakened with heavy breathing. It seemed so real - everything that I had dreamed of.

Nevertheless, I grew up fearing to those dreams. It made no sense for me to have them.

The following day, I told everything to my mother while she made our breakfast. My mother was accustomed to hear me saying her about my dreams, since I was a little girl.

"I dreamed of him again,’’ I took a deep breath and said to her as I took a seat at the table. I was in my nightgown and my hair was fixed by a bun.

She glanced to my face.

What have you dreamed this time? my mother asked me, intrigued. She stared at my face as I said her.

The same as always; he just calls my name, I answered as I took my milk. But I had not tasted my milk like I should. I was thinking about my dream. They looked to want to let me know something significant in my real life.

CHAPTER 2

We went into the car and drove to another town. It seemed to be less populous. The town center looked very scenic. It was small and empty. I could calculate on my fingers the number of people that walked around the place.

We stopped driving at a gas station to fill up our car. My mother asked the attendant where there might be accommodation to rent at an affordable price. My mother had some savings that would maintain us for a long time. That was the fruit from an inheritance of our family. The attendant indicated to us a residence which took twenty minutes from the town center.

When we arrived at the house, my mother agreed to rent it because there was antique furniture, however quite conserved. There was a fabulous backyard with several trees. I saw fruits that I had never known and I would get to know them.

We entered into the house and we unpacked our suitcases. Then I went into my room and my mother went into hers. My room was comfortable. There was a single bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table with a mirror, bed-carpet and curtain on the window.

Later on I went to speak to my mother in the backyard. Our backyard was amazing. There were several trees in fruit. I felt its pure air into my lungs.

You need to enroll me at high school. I said my mother as she was with her back to me. Her fingers touched a red fruit on a tree. I could see happiness on my mother’s face.

Her eyes flashed back to me. I’ll do that tomorrow. Finally she said without looking back at me.

It was my final year at high school. I was about to complete my school experience.

Even though I kept running from town to town, I never repeated any year at school. On the contrary, I was considered to be the best student in my class.

CHAPTER 3

I arrived at my new school. I was carrying my new notebook and necessary objects for my first lesson for the day.

I walked through the school courtyard, which was immense. I noticed that every pupil stared at me. They most likely knew I was a freshman. I did not really want to make friends at this point as I wanted to be alone.

As soon as I entered into my classroom, I was introduced to all the students by the school mistress. I was already used to that kind of reception, since I attended several schools in several cities.

My classroom was small and there were only a few pupils. It was better that way. I kept to myself even with many people round me.

At the end of class, I walked slowly to the female toilet. I was menstruating and needed to check myself.

When I arrived at the bathroom door, I saw a girl from my class. She looked at herself in the mirror all the time, as she threw her hair from side to side, trying to look more beautiful.

I stopped looking at her as soon as I noticed she looked at me through the mirror. Then she turned to face me and said, Hi, my name is Mirta.

Hi... Mirta. I said in break in proceedings. I had no habit of making friends so rapid at school. Actually took several days to do that.

What do you think of this school? she asked me while she looked me over from head to foot. It was as if she thought I was not up to her style and fashion standard.

... Ok... I said what came in my mind. But I still looked confused at all. My timidity always made me act like this. I had no opinion why I was so timid in my entire life. I always wanted myself to be sociable with people.

Let’s be friends? she asked me as she leapt for joy.

Yes... sure! Almost immediately I responded robotically. I did not know her well enough for us to be friends so fast. But it would be indelicate on my part, if I did not accept her friend request. Then was sure I should give a ‘Yes’.

Fine! Mirta gave me a strong embrace, while she commemorated our friendship’s beginning. I embraced her too.

I like you! In next to no time she confessed looking at my face. So I also looked at her. You look sincere.

Her lips were so red. I believe she had retouched her lipstick. Mirta looked to take care of her appearance constantly.

And I am sincere, Lastly I said and looked aside.

Mirta smiled again at me. Me too, I hate falseness.

We left school together. She talked to me all the time. We had a chat about school and the people in that place, which of our teachers was fine and which was not, what was permitted in our school and who we should trust.

As soon as I came back home, I saw my mother was reading while lying down on the living- room couch as she was waiting for my return.

How was school? Presently she asked me with her curious eyes on me. I had hoped this from her. She always wanted to know about my school year.

Great! There are only a few students in my school, Rapidly I said without complaint even though I confess I had attended some of the best schools.

My mother said as she closed her book and sat up. It was like I had imagined...

So I remembered to say her something one moment later. I met a girl called ‘Mirta’. She wants to be my friend.

My mother frowned at my direction. I want to meet her.

I rolled my eyes as my mother remained looking at me. Okay, sheriff, I’ll bring her here.

For me it was no surprise my mother wanted to know her. She had always taken these precautions with regard to my friendships. She always wanted to be well aware that I was in good company.

Minutes later…

I took a warm bath and put on my comfortable clothes. I remained in my room for hours, writing down in my small diary about my first day in school. I had always been a solitary person. Therefore I had a habit of opening my heart to a piece of paper. I thought that was quite secure. I knew that those words would never go out there, except of course if someone read them.

I wrote about Mirta in my diary. I sensed that our friendship would be special and enduring...

CHAPTER 4

I arrived late into my classroom. Every student looked at me with reproach. Rarely did that occur between pupils. I took a seat at my place without glancing from side to side even though I was dying of shame.

Reinforcing my timidity before everyone, I was called to attention by my female teacher, she loudly announced that there should not be delays in her classes.

I agreed with her words, as I was just nodding my head at her.

During the break, Mirta and I went to the bathroom. We walked together all the time. Mirta looked like a queen in her costly clothes. She was always well-dressed to attend School. It was not constituent of her everyday going to School in ugly clothes.

What is up, are you annoyed? Quickly she asked when she noticed a deep sadness in my gaze while I was leaning against the bathroom wall. I felt safe keeping my back on the wall. It looked my guardian.

Sometimes I feel I am in the wrong place, Consequently I revealed as I was looking down at the ground. My shoulders moved.

Are you like this just because you were called to attention by our teacher? Mirta rolled her eyes and sighed after that. She imagined I should be a silly girl. I shouldn’t consider it.

No... I mention... too... As a result I responded as I was rubbing my forehead. I was a little confused by everything.

Mirta insisted, trying to make me happier. Do not worry about that. All of us have a right to make a mistake and you did not make it on purpose.

After that I raised my head and spoke regaining my composure. Knowing you, is the best thing that has happened to me in this school,

In fact, she was the ‘second best thing’ because the ‘first best thing’ would be coming up. I just did not know it yet.

CHAPTER 5

The following day, I arrived in my classroom before everybody else. It was only me, the board and the desks...

I thought that if I arrived early, at least I would not run the risk of being humiliated again.

I opened my notebook to verify my school schedule. I was staring down at the white leaf, when I heard someone’s footsteps arriving into the classroom. Automatically, I cast an investigative look at the classroom door to see who was entering. At that instant I thought that this was some teacher.

Raising my head up, I saw a boy, standing, looking for a place to sit down. I remained still, ashamed for being alone with him in that room. I buried my face into my notebook with the intention of not being noticed by him.

He took a seat at the desk furthest to the back very distant from me. I could not see him. I just listened to his impatient movements as he was beating his pen onto his desk over and over and over. It seemed it was tiresome for him to be there.

I felt suffocated and was begging for someone to come into the room and break the tense atmosphere. I did not know why I felt troubled by his presence. It seemed almost as if he was guarding me. I felt something strange, as if he was there to protect me or something like that.

I rubbed my neck on my right side into a nervous crescent. I felt that he observed all my movements. Then I ran my hand down on my notebook and turned over the page as I pretended to be reading in silence.

No less than two minutes later, Mirta arrived in the classroom and she looked beautiful, as usual. Her hair was loose and her make-up enhanced her fair face.

Upon my soul! You got up early this morning! Mirta exclaimed while she placed her pink knapsack onto her desk and glanced away.

I just saluted her with a humble smile, avoiding talking as the strange boy would hear my timid voice. I confess I was frightened. That young man was eccentric.

We have a new schoolmate, Mirta commented into my ear when she saw the young boy seated in the corner of the classroom.

Even so I remained mute. I could not really say anything as I was thinking that there was a stranger in my classroom. His image had made me voiceless. He was like an adhesive tape on my lips. How strange it was! I was shocked at a guy all in black. But it wasn’t his clothes that troubled me. There was something further.

Why are you silent today? Mirta insisted and I raised my face in her direction.

"I need to