Friday, February 8, 2019

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 211

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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

Alexej was sleeping when we walked out of the inn but jumped sitting bright awake when we reached the carriage. I had tried to be as silent as possible and was half carrying the girl who didn’t make a sound either. It was a weird feeling to have somewhere around so aware of his surroundings. If it hadn’t been day time, I would have asked him if he wasn’t a vampire. He started to drive as soon as we entered the carriage. The girl had taken back her position in the corner and was playing with the cat. I could feel her blood in her veins, it was starting to pump again and I wanted to taste it even if I knew it was too soon. I would have wait few days and if I didn’t want to have to wait even more later I would need to restrain myself. I pressed the philosopher stone against my chest and she looked at me with piercing eyes as if trying to see if through my shirt. I stopped and she looked away again. I wondered if the philosopher stone could use the food she had eaten to restore her blood. But I knew once again that I would have to taste it on her while she was asleep. I was feeling so impatient and I blamed it on the blood running in my veins. I had drunk so much of it and I wanted more. The human food I had eaten in the inn was giving a strange taste to my mouth, it was keeping me thirsty. I tried to fight it by opening my diary and occupied myself with writing the dream I had about my mother the night before and my thought about Sorina. I wonder if the philosopher stone was acting throught the tissus enveloping it or if the new memories were due to the blood but the only way to verify it would be to stop drinking blood again and I couldn’t take the risk. The girl was lurking on my notebook. She had said that she could read but I didn’t know how many language. I was writing in my mother tongue Romanian, I had first thought that she could read Czech but she might have been able to read Russian and other things as well, perhaps.

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