Friday, December 18, 2015

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 48

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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 advices 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.
Last week we introduced Sorina, three weeks after the beginning of Viorel's escape. 

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

But this day was different, instead of taking her to the torture chamber, the servant took her to a luxuriant bathroom. The walls were decorated with big red and blue flowers painted by hand by some artist who had probably spend his life time on it. Two women were pouring hot water in a white bathtub, and throw roses petals on the top.
“They will try to drown me”, was the first thought that came to Sorina’s mind as the servant retired letting her on the floor letting the two women take care of her.
Their fingers were as cold as ice on her skin. She trembled a bit at the strange contact as the women removed what was left of her clothes and took her to the bathtub. The hot water was burning her skin. They started to rub her gently removing the dried blood but Sorina couldn’t relax and couldn’t stop trembling. They were vampire, she couldn’t trust them. She didn’t want to trust them. Everything they always did was to get something in return, she knew that from the beginning, she wondered what would follow the bath and that was probably going to be worse that what they had done so far. The thoughts were turning in her head really fast. Were they going to feed on her? They hadn’t so far even though they were always looking at her as if she was a dish. With everybody dead in the village they had to go hunting for their food further away than ever. Before they were only hunting for pleasure. When they needed to feed they were always people in the village willing to pay that price for a reduction of their taxes. That was just a game for them. They were going down to the village as a band, looking for women. It seemed that women blood was more agreeable to their taste, maybe because women didn’t have much strength to fight back, maybe because it was taking them less time to felt comatose once they had been bitten. The vampire seemed to like having all power over their victims and women were more easily scared by them. They called it the tribute of the blood, to stay on their land and farm or sell good or just life people needed to pay them blood. But one day the others arrived. They were moving differently, they smelled differently, they were dressed differently and the main difference was that they didn’t respect the rules. When the first girl died in the village after accepting to be bitten by one of them, the chief of the village went to the castle. Villagers could only go to the castle just before night time, they didn’t go often they knew that if the vampires were displeased they would keep them in the castle and never let them out again. But the chief went anyway and the vampires weren’t pleased with the intruders and came to confront them instantly. What happened between them and the others didn’t come to the ears of the villagers and they were too careful to make supposition, but for few days the calm came back in the village. The life was the same as usual. Sorina was seeing Viorel every day and every night and they were playing in the garden of in the forest and they were happy.
She heard a cough behind her that took her out of her thoughts. She recognized the voice instantly, the voice of the torment. She wanted to drown in the water but she couldn’t give him that satisfaction.

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