Friday, November 27, 2015

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 45

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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 advices 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.

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

I was so happy. I was with two people I really like, we were laughing. We heard a cry outside but we didn’t care much we were laughing too much to care. I couldn’t see their faces I couldn’t hear words, just the laugh and happiness, the crystalline laugh which had been following me everywhere since I had left Transylvania and the laugh of a boy. But suddenly they came again. The boy took her away as I started talking to them but she was too and he flew away without her. They threw me on the ground. He was walking in the middle, the vampire who had ordered my death. I tried to reach her, something that seemed unreasonable was telling me that it was more dangerous for her than for anyone else. And soon the fire was around us, they took her, in a corner, I yelled but they kept me on the ground and I could just watch them with her in the middle of the fire burning my skin. The all building was on fire it had turned orange, I only saw orange as if the color was trying to invade my sight. She wasn’t laughing anymore, she was calling for me.
I woke up yelling back. I was breathing heavily. I sat on the bed, around me everything was orange. It took me a little moment to realize that the light of the rising sun had invaded the room. I turned to the notebook to write down what I just saw before it could have a chance of running away. My hand was writing by itself on a white page. I was turning the pages without knowing and writing more. It scared me a little at first but decided to let it continue until it stopped. When I took the notebook, my dream was written, and illustrated. It was my first experience with automatic writing, as far as I could remember. The thought made me laugh, I was laughing madly like to transform the pain of my lost memory coming back to me only through the most painful event of my life. I read the five pages I had written before closing the book. My dream was as painful to read as to live when asleep. The blood was making me stronger but not strong enough to face that. I hurried downstairs, paid for my room and a bit of bread before riding my horse away. I felt like I needed to run away from myself as much as from the event of the night and the wind in my hair was making me feel better when I crossed the border to the dukedom of Lorrain.

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