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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.
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.
“What do you mean?” I asked to the old man wrapped in several thicknesses of fabric and paper that was giving him in the light of the nearest street lamp, the strange shape of a mummy.
“I mean when you wake up during the night with pain in the heart that mean that the cold has come after you by the feet and that it will steal your heart, that’s what I mean, if few days the evil will get you, or if you are lucky enough the lazy asses out there will move to get you in your sleep and end your misery.” The old man said. I looked at him wandering what he exactly meant by the evil, but I didn’t bother to asked. Human in that particular part of the world were talking nonsense most of the time. I first I thought that it was because I used a very educated French that I couldn’t understand their rumbling but soon I realized that in the “cour des miracles”, ever little group of people had their own code, the women weren’t talking to the men as they talk between themselves and at the same time the street walker and the pickpocket used different coding. A lot of fight happened between women of though category, generally the pickpocket thought of themselves as higher because they didn’t spread deceases by opening their legs and the street walker were complaining of them stealing the honest workers when at least they were giving them pleasure. But from a very strict lexical point of view watching them argue was worth has hours with a book. I learned my down earth French this way, even though some of the men complained that I was talking like a woman and blamed it on my being too young. The men didn’t fight as much, instead they killed each other. If an altercation was to happen during the day you could be sure that there was a cadaver in some corner of a street the next morning. The “cour des miracles” was not the place where you would dream to be but it was the only one where I could find something to eat, either as a human or as a vampire.
I lay down on my back, the pain had disappeared with the voice and I didn’t know what to make of it. I watch the bugs flying around the street lamp. This was the only part of the city were the street lamps stayed on all night, men from outside were coming to light then very early and to blow them very late. It was stayed that is was to prevent murders but it wasn’t working in anyway. Everyone knew who was doing what but nobody cared enough to say anything to the police and risk to be the next body they would find.
“I mean when you wake up during the night with pain in the heart that mean that the cold has come after you by the feet and that it will steal your heart, that’s what I mean, if few days the evil will get you, or if you are lucky enough the lazy asses out there will move to get you in your sleep and end your misery.” The old man said. I looked at him wandering what he exactly meant by the evil, but I didn’t bother to asked. Human in that particular part of the world were talking nonsense most of the time. I first I thought that it was because I used a very educated French that I couldn’t understand their rumbling but soon I realized that in the “cour des miracles”, ever little group of people had their own code, the women weren’t talking to the men as they talk between themselves and at the same time the street walker and the pickpocket used different coding. A lot of fight happened between women of though category, generally the pickpocket thought of themselves as higher because they didn’t spread deceases by opening their legs and the street walker were complaining of them stealing the honest workers when at least they were giving them pleasure. But from a very strict lexical point of view watching them argue was worth has hours with a book. I learned my down earth French this way, even though some of the men complained that I was talking like a woman and blamed it on my being too young. The men didn’t fight as much, instead they killed each other. If an altercation was to happen during the day you could be sure that there was a cadaver in some corner of a street the next morning. The “cour des miracles” was not the place where you would dream to be but it was the only one where I could find something to eat, either as a human or as a vampire.
I lay down on my back, the pain had disappeared with the voice and I didn’t know what to make of it. I watch the bugs flying around the street lamp. This was the only part of the city were the street lamps stayed on all night, men from outside were coming to light then very early and to blow them very late. It was stayed that is was to prevent murders but it wasn’t working in anyway. Everyone knew who was doing what but nobody cared enough to say anything to the police and risk to be the next body they would find.
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