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 who turned out to be Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist he was looking for.
“Garlic essence”, Nicolas said.
I didn’t really understand.
“Why?” I asked.
“You see garlic has the strange property of being vasodilative, it allows the blood to circulate better in the body, it is also used as a weapon against vampire but it’s not really efficient, the only thing it does is to remove temporarily the need for blood by preserving the blood already in the body. That’s why I had Perenelle using it a lot these days. I hope the taste didn’t bother you.” He said the last sentence smiling as if it was the only thing that could have bothered me.
I got up pulling my sleeves over the cut and making my chair fall behind me.
“Why didn’t you tell me? You deprived me from a part of me without even asking for my permission.”
He was looking at me as if I was a kid who couldn’t understand and that was angering me even more, I was older than him, no matter how you would look at it.
“I came here for answers and I didn’t have a single dream with any valid information since because you have been poisoning me”, I said.
“It’s not like that”, he answered getting a bit worried.
The blood was leaking along my arm and inside my hand, the feeling of it making me want to hunt. I looked at him knowing that I was going to need to get out fast.
“Then what is it then”, I said slowly as if I wanted every single syllable to penetrate in brain.
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