Valkyrie - the Vampire Princess
part of my survival.”
    “Are you some Mafioso?”
    “Do I look like one?”
    “Uuuhh, I don’t know... sometimes you are so... mysterious,” I answered gazing at his face.’
    “Does this disturb you?” I was faced by his enigmatical gaze.
    “It does, a little...” I answered and went out of his way. I wasn’t able to continue that conversation, much less gaze into his eyes.
     
     
     

CHAPTER 20
     
     
    I hosted a dinner for my two school friends, Mirta and Eros. My mother wanted to get to know them.
    Eros was the first one to arrive. I went to my home’s front door to welcome him. I cared about doing my hair before opening the door for him.
    “ Come in!” I told him.
    “ Thanks.” He looked tense.
    We moved to the living room and my mother stood up, observing us.
    “ Mother, this is Eros,” I said, nervously.
    They stared at each other.
    “Hi,” she first said.
    “ How are you ma’am?” he asked.
    My mother looked at Eros. Her eyes seemed as vigilant as always.
    “Sit down,” my mother gently prodded.
    Eros sat on the sofa and my mother sat on a chair next to the couch. I went again to the front door to receive my girlfriend Mirta. I barely opened the door and she walked in, as if she was my family member.
    “Where is your mother?” she asked, looking up at my home’s decoration.
    “ There,” I pointed a finger at my mother.
    Mirta glanced at Eros, with his back to us while he was sitting on the sofa.
    “Why didn’t you tell me he would be here? I would have dressed in more appropriate clothes,” she whispered into my ear.
    I looked at her from top to toe and checked out her clothes. Mirta was wearing a miniskirt, her legs were exposed. Her clothing was like an invitation to any man, including Eros, to travel through them.
    We finally went to the living room.
    “ Ma’am, are you Valkyrie’s mother? You’re so young!” Mirta said this before I had introduced her to my mother.
    “ How are you? My daughter speaks very highly of you!” she said and stood up.
    “I am fine,” she answered and smiled genteelly.
    Then she stared at Eros, who was still sitting on the sofa.  He seemed not at all happy at her presence.
    “ Hi, Eros!” she said and smiled at him.
    “ Hi!” he said, seriously.
    I didn’t notice him staring at Mirta’s legs and that had created a feeling of relief inside me.
    We sat on our chairs at the dining table when dinner was finally ready. My mother sat at the head of the table. Mirta sat by my side and Eros took a seat opposite me.
    “ Who are your parents, Eros?” my mother asked after she placed all the food on the dining-table.
    “ My parents… don’t live in this town,” he responded, quietly.
    “What about your parents, Mirta?” she continued, looking at Mirta.
    “My father is a lawyer and my mother is a housewife,” Mirta said proudly.
    “Mother, we’d better eat,” I said.
    We all had dinner quietly. Later my mother brought the dessert.
     
    ***
     
    After dinner, we went back to the living room. We sat on the couch and talked about the town and about school, too.
    Unexpectedly, we heard the sound of a horn. Mirta skipped quickly and rose from the couch. Eros’ gaze stopped on her legs. I felt afflicted as I was jealous because I knew his eyes were focused on something interesting, that is, a wonderful pair of legs.
    “ It’s my father. He came to fetch me!” she said.
    I walked Mirta to the front door after she said to everyone,
     
    “Have a good night.”
     
    ***
     
    Then I came back to the living room and Eros was talking to my mother. He had the intention to leave, too. I stood near him.
    “ Good night!” Eros said, distantly.
    My mother touched his cold hand and looked into his eyes. She shivered and got a strange feeling.
    “ Good night!” she said, stunned.
    I walked Eros towards the front yard while we walked side by side.
    “You are leaving so soon,” I said, outraged.
    “ It is late.” He stared at me for a moment.

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