Friday, October 7, 2016

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 90

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Summary of the previous episodes: Viorel has been tortured by his supposed family who wanted to have him burn in the sun. Strangely enough the sun didn't burn him as expected but Viorel has no memory of who he is. Following the advises of his supposed father, he left Sighișoara and is now traveling to the West. After some skirmish in a previous city, he found refuge on a boat. Viorel is now in Vienna. The little problem is that the guy at the inn was a bit of an asshole and helped capture Viorel thinking he was a vampire, which he is but nobody needs to know. Now there is a huge man (which I call the colossi) taking care of Viorel and a priest. They brought a girl. Torture my holy water... Fail. Viorel managed to confuse everyone, now he would like to get out of here. But the girl seems pretty useless. They still managed to escape and he left the girl to the care of the boat lady before going back to have two words with his captors but his power of persuasion were failing him. The priest wanted to crack a deal but Viorel is not really up to help his enemies. He finally got some blood but he can't risk to stay in Vienna. He travel to Linz were he stays a bit to learn German.
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. Nicolas does some strange experiment without Viorel's agreement. Some people are looking for Nicolas's secrets. On the other side of Europe, Sorina awakes and Viorel's past in haunting him.

Now, let's continue with Vampire Heart, right where we left of last week.

The door opened brusquely and the light summer breeze entered the room. The vampires entered the room. I could see the fire burning houses behind them. I relaxed a little seeing they were from my clan and got up Sorina hiding behind me clinging at my shirt. Dylan was still on the floor, I could see him evaluating his changes of jumping through the back window if necessary. My uncle walk passed everyone to face me. We never really liked each other, I couldn’t stand the way he was treating my mother. He was always disrespectful toward most of people but for her it was even worse. I never understood why my father wasn’t taking us away. The vampires process toward the walls with torches. I understood what was happening in a flash. Before they even started, I turned to Dylan who looked at me in understanding and grabbed Sorina’s arm pulling her toward the window but it was too late, their exit was blocked. They started the fire which propagated quickly along the thatch. “This is going to require a little explanation”, my uncle said smirking. I already knew that whatever I would say wouldn’t change anything, my only preoccupation for the moment was to get Sorina out of here.
The fire around us was starting to heat too much for me to withstand.
“Take the girl”, he said.
Vampires progressed toward us, I knew them, I knew them all. They were my family, but I soon realized that family didn’t stand anymore or at least it wasn’t extended to me anymore. I fought to protect her as much as I could but the lack of blood of the past few days when I was here to protect her instead of hunting with my father had made me weak. And against so many of them, more trained and older than me, having fresh blood running in their system I didn’t stand a chance.
“Fighting against you own kind like the traitor you always have been. Half blood abomination”, my uncle said turning around with a look of disgust on his face.
They took me, and Sorina. Dylan had jumped through the fire and I had heard them laugh and saying he was burning with the rest of his kind. We were alone.

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