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.
“Anything interesting?” he asked as I was contemplating the room lost in my thoughts.
“You are Nicolas Flamel”, I said.
I didn’t need him to answer, I knew it for sure. He started to laugh again. I walked back to the first room. As I followed him, he took a book on the higher shelf and blow the dust away from it.
“You see, I recently made a very interesting discovery and I became a bit paranoid about people trying to use it for a bad reason. So when I heard that a foreigner was looking for me, we spread the world that we were traveling. And actually we did a bit of traveling but you seemed to have been more persistent than we were cautious.” He said.
“Why didn’t you tell me that it wasn’t you and send me back out?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what the discovery was but if it was important enough to take away from home two elderly with the cold coming stronger every night, it was without a doubt something worth to protect.
“Because you don’t know what my discovery is yet, and I believe you don’t know much about yourself either. You are looking for something else, something more important.”, he said handing me the book he had just cleaned.
It was an old book with a brown leather cover and the pages had gone yellow with the time. I opened it carefully. I knew how fragile old books could be. On the first page I read the word “Vampire” written in red ink as if someone already wanted to form the link between vampire and blood.
I looked at Nicolas interrogatively. How could he know? He had been talking about my eating habit and knowing I was dangerous but I couldn’t understand how he could know so much about me so fast.
“How?” I managed to articulate after coming back from my stupefaction.
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