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.
“I just know his name”, I answered looking at him. I didn’t know why but I felt like I needed to answer every single one of his questions.
“I told you to let the poor boy breath, he just woke up”, the old woman said entering the room with a tray charged with soup, bread, meat and potatoes.
The old man bent toward me and whispered.
“I didn’t have time to tell her about your strange eating habit yet, try to pretend until I get her out.”
She left the tray near my bedside and pushed him away.
“Don’t go tell him crazy story behind my back Nicolas, I know exactly what you’re doing”, she said, “Now it’s time to eat, you must be very hungry.”
For a second I looked at the man, he was probably in the age of Flamel. But that was impossible. I had been looking for him everywhere. I was impossible that I could have found him that stupidly.
I looked at the human food a bit disgusted but I had no choice than to cooperate, first with the old man to make sure that I wasn’t going to scare his wife, than with the woman who seemed to be willing to see me eat everything.
I took my spoon and brought the liquid to my mouth and drink it. I realized at that moment that I had been drinking blood mostly because it was the cheapest thing I could have. Food cost money and I didn’t have any left. I took another spoon finding the strange vegetable orange liquid so warm me up more than I had thought possible.
“What a good boy! See, I told you he would be hungry, after sleeping three day like that and being sick like that”, Perenelle said.
“Yes, that is really interesting”, Nicolas answered.
“Don’t listen to this old fool, he finds everything interesting”, Perenelle said looking at him tenderly.
I suddenly felt at home, as if I had already perceived this feeling between two people a very long time ago.
“Dylan is looking for someone”, Nicolas said. I struggled hearing the name, swallowing my potato badly and coughing while I noticed that my bracelet was not on my wrist anymore.
“It’s Viorel, my name is Viorel”, I said. I had been repeating this sentence to myself hundreds of time it still didn’t feel right but I still knew that it had to be.
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