Friday, August 25, 2017

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 136

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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. Viorel discovered that he can change into a wolf but that's not the easiest thing to handle.

Now, let's continue with Vampire Heart, right where we left of last week
“Take that monster!” The human yelled.
It was the one who had accompanied the woman, he had knocked a large piece of wood at the back of the head of the vampire who had let go of his victim. It was becoming interesting. The vampire was staggering. Even with blood it was still weak and unable to control his power. It was a pathetic sight. The human man stroke him again and again, he was using all his strength to even lift the piece of wood. The other humans were cheering and getting excited, some joined, the vampire was faster but couldn’t avoid every hits. He finally fall, the humans jumped on him, the woman had been taken away, the things was turning as a general fight, humans fighting humans to relieve their stress. I stood up to come closer, I needed to make sure that the vampire was dead. Had I done it myself, I would have tried to get information from him. But seeing human fight was interesting. If the humans in Sighişoara had really tried, to get the vampires, they could have, one by one. They could have taken the castle by surprise at the beginning of the day, they could have killed us all in our sleep. But they didn’t. I looked at the inhabitant of Praha trying to remember the difference between them and the inhabitant of my village. It was fear. The inhabitants of Praha had no fear of vampires, their fear laid elsewhere. It was obvious. A man was pulling the vampire by the legs, probably trying to take him away from the fight. That’s when I had the same feeling I had in Vienna. Something was terribly wrong. I followed the men as he pulled the body of the unconscious vampire in the back street of a court. It was enlightened by street candles in every corner. He knocked at the door three times and then four times and three times again with a particular rhythm. A vampire opened the door. He was looking familiar. I wasn’t really sure if I had met him before but there was some particular smell emanating from him that I was sure to recognize: lavender, the smell my mum used to wash clothes or was it the laundry of the entire castle? They were definitely Transylvanian vampires and they were using humans once again probably to guard them during the day. My problem here was that as soon as he was to regain his sense, my friend was going to tell them where he had met me and what I was doing including the killing of his partner. I could have waited for the day to come and entered in the house and killed all of them while they were sleeping but the new blood flowing in my veins made me careless once again. I jumped on their roof, as light as a cat this time, I didn’t have the thirst pulling me to the ground but I knew that it would still be enough for vampires to hear me. They would be alerted as soon as I was to enter the house. There was an opened window on third floor. I entered there. It was time to explore. I wanted to find any document related to my history in Sighişoara. My sword was out, my short knife ready to use. It was a bedroom. Someone seemed to be lying on the bed, I could only distinguish a dark silhouette under the light white curtain surrounding the bed.
“Who are you?” the voice of a woman asked.

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