Valkyrie - the Vampire Princess
about. We just couldn’t find the blood vessels of your daughter,” he said prudently.
    After three attempts, they finally managed to find my vein.
    My blood was dark and thick.
    I noticed that something was unusual. The result of my blood test would come within three days.
    My mother and I walked out of the clinic and I looked down at my arm. Then I saw swelling and hematoma on my skin.
    “ Satisfied now?” I asked my mother when I stepped into our car.
    “ Not yet. I need to check your blood test,” she replied.
     
    “I will never set foot in that damn clinic again! Look what they did to my arm!” Then I slammed the car door as I was outraged.
     

CHAPTER 18
     
     
    The next day, I went to school in a bad mood, all because my arm was still swollen.
    Before I entered the classroom , I met Eros in the hall. I tried to turn back and not face him. It was too late. He walked beside me, side by side.
    “Are you still angry at me?” he finally asked.
    “No,” I answered, looking ahead.
    “Why are you avoiding me?” he insisted.
    “ I’m not avoiding you.”
    At a faster pace I tried to leave him behind. But he held my wounded arm, obstructing me.
    “Ouch!” I screamed out.
    “Are you hurt?” He looked down at my right arm. “What’s this?”
    “This was an unlucky blood test.” I looked away awkwardly.
    “Did they collect your blood?” He raised his eyebrows at me.
    “ Yeah.” My voice was very weak.
    “ Are you sick?” he asked.
    “I’ve been sleeping too much and my mother is worried about me…she thinks I’m anemic.”
    “ That’s stuff is nonsense…” he said, glancing at me with a slight smile.
    “ Do you think this is nonsense?” “What if I’m really sick?” I asked, disappointed.
    “That must be a lack of blood,” he said, in a serious tone.
    “ How? Lack of blood?” I asked perplexed at his supposition.
    “You need red meat,” he explained.
    “I eat red meat every day.”
    I ingenuously gave him details of my meals.
    “ Try to eat only raw meat,” he said, staring at my face.
    “Thank you for this hint!” I said, ironically.
    Would who eat raw meat? I thought to myself.
     
    “I’m serious,” he said again.
    Eros and I stared at each other in silence.
    I felt another chill as I stared at him. Then I became confused. He seemed to understand more about my problem than my own doctor.
     
     

CHAPTER 19
     
    I returned to the school library. I was on tiptoe, in several frustrating attempts to pick up a book that was on a shelf. But I didn’t get to even touch it.
    It was then that  I heard a voice that made me stop.  That same voice always made me tremble every time I heard it.
    “Let me  pick it up for you.”
    Eros didn’t need to be on tiptoe to reach the book. He just lifted up his hand and brought the book among his fingers.  When he raised his arm, his shirt sleeve went up and I could see a tattoo on his left arm.
    “Here it is,” he said leaving the book securely in my hand.
    Then I held the book distractedly, because my thoughts were on the tattoo on his left arm.
    “What’s this on your arm?”
    Curiosity had been more intense than my own silence at that moment.
    “This is a ‘symbol of Neptune,’” he answered while he lifted up his shirt sleeve and showed me the engraving clearly.

Then I felt a strange sensation as I was gazing at that design. I imagined I had seen it before at some place, but I didn’t know precisely where and when. I didn’t remember how.
    “You surprise me every day. I swore you didn’t like these things,” I said as I felt a little giddy.
    “I didn’t make it because I wanted it,” he gazed into my eyes. “It emerged on my arm.”
    “You always make use of your mood sense to justify all the wrong things you do.”
    “Do you think this is wrong, someone having a tattoo?”
    I turned my gaze aside and answered him. “I think it is wrong - the manner in which they are used. ”
    “In my case my tattoo makes

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