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.
“Of course it’s Viorel, with that accent of yours, it can’t really be otherwise”, Nicolas said.
I breathe a bit more easily and started to eat again. Food in my stomach felt good. I had the feeling that blood hadn’t been enough after all and that was possibly the reason why I had been feeling so absent minded just after drinking. My brain wasn’t alimented correctly. I needed to make note of that in my note book, when leaving only on blood my study had been disturbed as well.
“So who are you looking for?” Perenelle asked curiously. I had the feeling that she didn’t want me to find him and that she just wanted me to stay here and eat her warm food. I swallowed and clean my mouth to speak distinctly.
“Nicolas Flamel”, I said.
They looked at each other, I knew they were communicating in some way but I didn’t understand what it was all about.
“And why are you looking for him?” Nicolas said interested. I had the feeling that he knew the man. Something in his attitude maybe, or in the way he was looking at me, so intensely.
“Something happened to me and I think he could help me get some answers”, I answered.
Perenelle looked at Nicolas again.
“Maybe he is the one who has been asking”, she said softly, as wondering if I should hear it or not. Nicolas started to laugh.
“Finish your meal and dress up, I’ll show you something”, he said plunging back in his book.
I didn’t really know what to say. I decided that I could just do as he asked. The food was good anyway. Perenelle walked out of the room smiling and came back with a huge piece of homemade apple pie.
“This apple pie is the best in all Paris”, the old man said.
“I know you just said that to flatter me to get some, I know I’m not as good a cook as I used to be”, she answered giving me the plate.
It was delicious and it was the first time I ever had apple pie so I was sure that it was the best in all Paris and I said so too making her laugh. She had a very young laugh for her age.
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