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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.
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.
Now, let's continue with Vampire Heart, right where we left of last week.
“Let’s say that I noticed the strange teeth formation, the elasticity of the skin still very young even for your age, the blood around your mouth. There had been some “beast” attack lately in the neighborhood and each time it had something to do with people left blood less. I read this book a long time ago but I still remember it”, he answered, “What I don’t understand is why you still have a pulse. I hurt about human transformation by a vampire into a vampire but…” he paused and I took the chance to add.
“but not to see a vampire changing into a human”, I said.
He looked at me above his glasses. He had forgotten to take them off, and it seemed that this was happening very often.
“So that’s what has been happening to you and you came all the way from Transylvanian to ask me about it?” he asked. He seemed a bit impressed by the knowledge people seemed to think was his.
“I’m not too sure about that actually”, I said, “I did came to find you from Transylvanian but that’s the only thing I really know. All the rest, I forgot.”
“Then I think that we will have to check you up to see what are your physical characteristic and work on your memory”, he said.
“I have some notes I left in a safe place and some journals I obtained during my travel”, I said.
I didn’t want to tell him that I killed people. He seemed to know it already and it didn’t seem to bother him much. I felt a bit like another of the case study that would soon occupied the well ordered shelves of this room, but it didn’t bother me much at least in the end that would probably benefit all the people involve.
And so I went to get the journals that Nicolas examined carefully. His German was a lot better than mine but he didn’t talk about them too much, just saying that we would use them later. At first I thought they were very important so I insisted but soon I discover that it was of no use. Whatever was written about vampire in there was apparently not of the first importance. It had been a threat for my life once but that didn’t mean that it would be the case again. In this house I felt safer than I had ever felt since I had left Transylvania running for my life.
And so the discovery of me began. He examined every part of me from my teeth to the tip of my finger and even measured every day the growth of my hair and nails. He taught me techniques that I needed to apply every night before going to bed to be sure that I would remember my dreams long enough to be able to write them down. He was fascinated by the fact that my best description so far had been carried by automatic writing. I didn’t really know what to make of it all. It was really easy to let him direct me and to just absorb the information he was giving me and to follow the direction while having the advantage of a secure home, nice food and a bed to sleep in every night. My disappearance from the “cour des miracles” didn’t make much noise. People were disappearing from there all the time. The policeman I had drunk from was still alive but he didn’t have any memory of me. People blamed it on the fact that it was dark, I thought that he was just ashamed of himself. Police had been looking in the “cour des miracles” without much results for the beast but it seemed to be gone.
“but not to see a vampire changing into a human”, I said.
He looked at me above his glasses. He had forgotten to take them off, and it seemed that this was happening very often.
“So that’s what has been happening to you and you came all the way from Transylvanian to ask me about it?” he asked. He seemed a bit impressed by the knowledge people seemed to think was his.
“I’m not too sure about that actually”, I said, “I did came to find you from Transylvanian but that’s the only thing I really know. All the rest, I forgot.”
“Then I think that we will have to check you up to see what are your physical characteristic and work on your memory”, he said.
“I have some notes I left in a safe place and some journals I obtained during my travel”, I said.
I didn’t want to tell him that I killed people. He seemed to know it already and it didn’t seem to bother him much. I felt a bit like another of the case study that would soon occupied the well ordered shelves of this room, but it didn’t bother me much at least in the end that would probably benefit all the people involve.
And so I went to get the journals that Nicolas examined carefully. His German was a lot better than mine but he didn’t talk about them too much, just saying that we would use them later. At first I thought they were very important so I insisted but soon I discover that it was of no use. Whatever was written about vampire in there was apparently not of the first importance. It had been a threat for my life once but that didn’t mean that it would be the case again. In this house I felt safer than I had ever felt since I had left Transylvania running for my life.
And so the discovery of me began. He examined every part of me from my teeth to the tip of my finger and even measured every day the growth of my hair and nails. He taught me techniques that I needed to apply every night before going to bed to be sure that I would remember my dreams long enough to be able to write them down. He was fascinated by the fact that my best description so far had been carried by automatic writing. I didn’t really know what to make of it all. It was really easy to let him direct me and to just absorb the information he was giving me and to follow the direction while having the advantage of a secure home, nice food and a bed to sleep in every night. My disappearance from the “cour des miracles” didn’t make much noise. People were disappearing from there all the time. The policeman I had drunk from was still alive but he didn’t have any memory of me. People blamed it on the fact that it was dark, I thought that he was just ashamed of himself. Police had been looking in the “cour des miracles” without much results for the beast but it seemed to be gone.
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