Friday, August 24, 2018

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 187

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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

If your brain hasn’t be rejuvenated and is still decaying like you seem to believe, you will die with or without the philosopher stone,” I said.
Not necessarily, vampire’s brain doesn’t decay and they can live for centuries,” Nicolas said.
If my brain wasn’t affected by the philosopher stone, how come I had some memories back while using it?” I asked unconvinced.
Your brain was damaged for the memory part and repaired.” Nicolas said.
Isn’t that contradictory?” I asked I knew he like the stuff, of course he had to after spending one life time working to get it but I wasn’t going to be convinced so easily. I was still the type to trust myself.
No, it’s not, the philosopher stones only repair thing he doesn’t rejuvenate people,” Nicolas said with a grin on his face as if that was the most prodigious discovery of all time.
Really? How old do you think you look like?” I asked he was losing me even more, I really thought that he was completely crazy.
The philosopher stone didn’t rejuvenate you, agreed?” He asked.
Kinda, I mean seeing that I held it for a very short time and that I have been in the same unchanging body for a very long time which I can’t even evaluate anymore but I would say at least 200, the rejuvenation needs to be so small that it is not even visible on my time scale,” I said. It was a logical argument. Nicolas sat at the desk in front of me his elbows on the desk so that he could rest his chin on his hands after crossing his fingers. Suddenly he seemed very old to me, he was concentrated deeply on what I had just said. He was so immobile that I was under the impression that he had stopped breathing.

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