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"
“I can’t see anything”, another answered.
“Are you sure he is not drown by now”, an third one said.
“I saw him out, I’m sure, we’ll get him this time”, the first man said sliding along the dirt to come near the river.
I sighed, I really didn’t need that now, all I wanted was to sleep. I started to move slowly on the bank trying to reach the bridge to hide under it but rock slide on the bank and plunged in the water attracting their attention toward me.
“He is here, get him, get him”, the first man said.
I stood up and climbed the distance between the street and the river faster than I had thought possible. Leaving two of the men behind me struggling to follow me. The third one was at the top waiting. I didn’t feel like fighting but the smell of his blood as after every time I had been drinking was curiously appealing. I ran toward him without thinking and pushed my shoulder in his chest. He moved back yelling something that I didn’t understand. I was fighting against my vampire instincts and decided to run away from him forgetting the blood, forgetting that I could still win the fight. I knew that the others wouldn’t stay down forever and I wanted to rest. I took left Boulevard de Sebastopol, they were behind me already and I kept on checking behind me to see how close they were, losing even more time. I was stopping at each crossing trying to see if there was a door open or some light to find help. I was feeling my strength decreasing as running was making it more and more difficult to breathe. I finally turned right in a narrow street and knocked as loudly as I could on a window where the light was on. I was almost sure that nobody would answer, at that time of the night it was too dangerous but suddenly a door on the side opened and an old man with long white hair and beard opened the door wide open. I took few steps toward him but I was so relieved to see a friendly face that I half collapsed in his arm.
He pulled me inside and closed the door as I told him repeatedly to stay away from me. The closeness was making me smell his blood running slowly in his veins due to his age. I tried to sit up but he told me to calm down. A woman arrived downstairs in her nightgown inquiring about the noise. She couldn’t hide a cry when she saw me. I was soaking wet on the floor of the entrance and the water of the Seine didn’t wash out the traces of blood on my clothes and around my mouth.
“Is he hurt?” she said coming closer.
My vampire brain was already telling myself that I could just bite her with bare teeth and that it would be enough to crack her skin open. Few minutes only would be necessary to drain all the life out of her.
“I don’t think so”, the old man answered, “he is just in thermal shock, he probably had something warm to eat before getting in the water. Get me some warm blanket Perenelle, we need to warm him up.”
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