Friday, November 24, 2017

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 148

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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

“It’s ok, you’ll only be the fourth vampire I’ll kill tonight”, I said picking my sword in the rest of the skull of his companion and throwing his head at him.
He caught it and looked at it for an instant. His smiled disappeared and his lips curled into a rictus letting his long fangs appear. They were still taint with the blood of the victims. He was infuriated, and ran toward me. He might not have noticed it because he was still strong but he was slightly slower and blood was leaking from where I had left the knife. He tried to grab me between his arms but I lowered myself to roll on the floor toward my knife and cut his leg with my sword in the process. He turned around pointing his sword towards me I stood up too slowly and was caught in the shoulder. His blade was cold and thick, I lowered myself again to escape it as he was pulling it away ready to dig it in my again. I rolled under the table, he smashed it with his sword twice before deciding that it was useless and that the table wouldn’t broke so easily, it was a good thick table and I was grateful for it. I let myself breathe a little. I realised that I still hadn’t taken a single breathe since he had entered the house, the air feeling my lungs felt heavy on my injured shoulder but I couldn’t let it stop me.
He lowered himself a hand on the table to look at me and swept the floor with his blade. I pushed the chairs to escape on the other side and jumped on the table. He was fast up too and swept the table with his sword. This time, I didn’t jump, I blocked his sword walking on it. He tried to pull it away from me almost making me lose balance but I put most of my weight on it and dive my sword toward his face forcing him to leave the sword and draw back. It was already a win for me but I couldn’t rejoice myself so easily. I tried to push the blade on the other side of the table with my feet but it was so heavy that it barely move. It made him laugh. I could feel the blood leaking against my left arm, there was no way I could carry the blade with it, I was going to get weak soon, I needed the fight to end.

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