Friday, February 23, 2018

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 161

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Summary of the previous episodes: Viorel has been tortured by his supposed family who wanted to have him burn in the sun. Strangely enough the sun didn't burn him as expected but Viorel has no memory of who he is. Following the advises of his supposed father, he left Sighișoara and is now traveling to the West. After some skirmish in a previous city, he found refuge on a boat. Viorel is now in Vienna. The little problem is that the guy at the inn was a bit of an asshole and helped capture Viorel thinking he was a vampire, which he is but nobody needs to know. Now there is a huge man (which I call the colossi) taking care of Viorel and a priest. They brought a girl. Torture my holy water... Fail. Viorel managed to confuse everyone, now he would like to get out of here. But the girl seems pretty useless. They still managed to escape and he left the girl to the care of the boat lady before going back to have two words with his captors but his power of persuasion were failing him. The priest wanted to crack a deal but Viorel is not really up to help his enemies. He finally got some blood but he can't risk to stay in Vienna. He travel to Linz were he stays a bit to learn German.
Viorel wanted to go to Praha but redirect himself toward Augsburg instead where he wants to get a horse, except that the horses are a bit scared of his vampirism and maybe something else. Viorel is really not a horse expert. Then he comes into an altercation with couple of people, he wants some fear in his blood. The girl Viorel has found seemed to enjoy the game. Viorel prepares for the nightmares that come with a feast of blood, in a rush to leave, he cross the dukedom of Lorrain.
We introduced Sorina, three weeks after the beginning of Viorel's escape.
Viorel dreamed of Sorina and woke up not really remembering anything. Traveling to Paris, he arrives at "La cour des miracles". He is rescued by a stranger who turned out to be Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist he was looking for. Nicolas does some strange experiment without Viorel's agreement. Some people are looking for Nicolas's secrets. On the other side of Europe, Sorina awakes and Viorel's past in haunting him. Viorel discovered that he can change into a wolf but that's not the easiest thing to handle.

Now, let's continue with Vampire Heart, right where we left of last week

It was a strange feeling to sign my name. It felt unnatural to my eyes but my hand found it really familiar. I read the letter again and again. I didn’t want to disclose anything more than necessary, the killing, the location, that was enough. I wanted to make him angry enough to have been running himself after me even if I thought that he was probably never getting out of the castle. I wasn’t sure how long I had left but I knew that he had been on this Earth a lot longer than me and I didn’t remember ever going out of Hungary until now. I could speak other languages but I didn’t know how many and how I had learned them. I went back to lie on the bed leaving my ink to dry. I needed to stop thinking about everything I didn’t know about myself and start to think about what to do next. The hot chocolate was probably cold by now but I didn’t care much, all I wanted was blood.

I looked at the ceiling for a long time, counting the hole in the wood on ever board then doing it again. I didn’t think I could fall asleep, I knew I was just trying to avoid the conversation with Nicolas. I was making up excuses in my mind: I’ll go when I’m fully rested, I’ll pack first, I’m in a rush, I’ll go when my shoulder is totally cure. The thing is I couldn’t decide myself to do it. I had finished to become what people around me had been treating me like. I was a child. In Sighişoara, I had been a child, I didn’t know for how many years I had leaved but I still remembered needing my parents, the memories that came back to me were all related to them and their teaching. On the boat I had been with the lady and she had been treating me like her lost child. Nicolas and Perenelle looked so much older than me at first that they couldn’t help it and they were still at it, telling me with to do, teaching me how to be a better human, even telling me what to feel at time and how to react properly to my feeling. I didn’t know if it was the fact that I had changed into a wolf, the blood from last night or the fact that I killed four vampires without really talking to them. I felt that something was changing in me, a part of it felt sad but another felt good and I needed to be alone. The night was coming closer, first the noise in the street was calming down, further away was the music, the smell was changing too, it smelled like beer, sweat and alcohol, it was time to play for the one who had been working like slaves all day. The air was fresh. My eyes were slowly getting use to the dark. I took the small mirror on my bed side table and examined my face. I wonder if the change inside of me was visible outside. I wished it was, it would have made it easier if everyone had seen that I was growing up and that I needed to be alone. I needed to say goodbye somehow, they wouldn’t die but I had the intense feeling that I was never going to see them again. Nicolas was able to move quickly and to disappear and he wouldn’t care about burning a few more houses for his own purpose. If I had a choice right now, I would have chosen to stay where where I was, to live and to die here. But this was a luxury only offered to human. I couldn’t see any changes on my face, I was the same as I had always been. I heard Nicolas steps in the stairs. They were a lot heavier than Perenelle’s easy to distinguish. I stood up quickly and opened the window, leaving my mirror on the desk.

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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Thursday Fiction 155: Parallel Slip

Welcome back to a new part of Parallel Slip, where we follow the adventures of Frederique through her slip in different parallel universes. 

Let's start right where we left off last week.

"You seemed alright," the doctor said. "You inhaled a lot of smoke so we are going to keep you for a few days to make sure that you don't have dizziness and nausea out of it. You could go into blood poisoning at worse but I think you'll be fine. How did you slit you lips?"
I lift a hand covered in black traces to my face to touch my lips. It was painful now that I was more aware of it.
"I don't remember," I said.
"She was slapped," the nurse on the left of me said. I recognized her from the fire.
"My mother," I said.
"She will be here soon," the doctor said.
"Her mother was the one slapping her."
The memory of the fire flashed back in my mind, at least the part I had been into. It was intense and terrifying. My other self was about to break down and I wasn't too far from it either. Did the black out stopped for so long because there was only this much that my mind inside of her broken self could take? I looked around for an answer. There were other people here all around me and they seemed to be part of the fire incident too. It smelled like burned flesh and burned plastic and ashes and antiseptic. I wanted to tell them that my mother had been the one slapping me but I wasn't sure of the relationship my other self had with her mother. That was a tricky one.
"I'm thirsty," I said.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Wednesday Snippet 158: Blue Angel (Midweek Tease)

Welcome to a new part of Blue Angel unedited, we start right where we left off last time. My Wednesday Snippet are now part of Midweek Tease and you can find the other writers' list here and at the end of the post.

The other hesitated a little but still came after him again. The wind was blowing in the corridor and Isakael regretted not to have packed his suitcase better. He had thought that if he didn't pack, he wouldn't have to go and just threw his clothes away in his back at the last minute. The other was silent. Isakael wondered why he had decided to stick with him. And then he remembered the spies, after all, he was the one with the most inside on the Nephilim. He hesitated and accelerated, trying to figure out if the other would follow. He did more than that, he stopped him by the arm. Isakael felt the tickling sensation at the back of his neck. If he didn't calm quickly, if he didn't get away from the other angel quickly, he knew that the other would notice that something was wrong with his wings. He couldn't let that happen.

“Come on, don't be like that, I know stuff, you know stuff, we share and we climb the ladder at the council. You never took the opportunity, you are always listening but you can be out best chance in the name of god.” The other said.

It would have been more than appealing to any other angel, being the best chance in the name of god, he would have gain power in this world but the smile on the other face had something not reassuring at all.

“I'm sorry but I live with humans in the human world, I don't know what is happening in the demon world,” Isakael said as innocently as he could. He had never been good at lying, angels weren't any good at lying which was the reason why most of their spy had probably gone missing, that and their incredibly white feathered wings.

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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Tantalizing Tuesday 3: Vampire Heart

Hi guys and welcome to a new  Tantalizing Tuesday and you can find the list of participants here.

This time I'm sharing a little bit of Vampire Heart. It's further in the story than we ever reached on Vampire Friday but since I'm in the snow at the moment, I thought it would be appropriate.

 Photo taken by me today.

The wolves howled outside. They were gone to the forest, Alexei and Jarek. Alexei somehow knew what he was doing, they were far away enough not to come back for the people in the inn. I had warned them about wolves that we had seen on the way. And I had warned the people in the inn that my two men would be standing outside in watch for the night but that they should be ready. 

 The inn keeper had tried to laugh me off but Irina had told him that if he wanted to stay alive a little bit longer he had to be careful tonight as wolf had already killed people in the south. That was too much information for my taste, the man didn't need to know we were coming from the south but he still locked the door and the wooden curtains on the ground floor's windows. Everything was ready. 

 Whatever was to happen here tonight had nothing to do with me anymore. I had an appointment with couple of dragons and a ravaged church library. I jumped through the window and landed on the ground covered with a thick blanket of snow, that stopped the sound of my fall from getting to the ear of undesired people, and I ran.

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