Friday, July 8, 2016

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 77

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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.

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

I had a very bad night after that. No more terror and no more of the recurrent dream, but I had very strange dreams instead. As if everything that had been going on in my mind for the past few months of running away had decided to come back to me all at once. Everything in my live was there, every people I could remember but it was so disorganized and confusing. I didn’t get it. Drinking blood had always brought me back to my nightmare. They were bad but compare to those news chaotic dreams they were still comforting. I saw the lady in the church in Transylvania and Dylan biting her. I saw myself fighting the priest but he changed into a vampire and into my dad and into Nicolas and into Sorina and we started to dance and I needed to hide from the sun and she needed to hide from the sun to. The lady was praying and watching us and she changed into a wolf and I opened my eyes more confused that I had ever been. I got up in a hurry, it was day outside already and I didn’t feel like sleeping ever again. What was happening to my brain? Was it too much blood to fix my ideas, the garlic, the stone? I walked down to the kitchen. Perenelle and Nicolas were already eating lunch. “I thought you were never going to get up again”, he said smiling.
“You know the stone makes people a bit tired the first time”, Perenelle said feeling up my plate with potatoes. There was no meat on the table which meant that Nicolas didn’t left the house this morning to buy it.
“Any nightmare?” he asked. That had become one of the morning rituals. My dreams had become the only key to my past.
“We heard you scream”, Perenelle said looking concerned. She used to go to my room or at least to open the door to see if I was alright at the beginning but she soon stopped. Nicolas considered it dangerous. When I was in the state of panic like last night we weren’t sure if I would be able to control myself and my need for blood. “Nothing really, I had a bad dreams, I remember writing something then I went back to bed and I have very confusing dream all night. I don’t remember them much”, I said starting to eat. I didn’t really want to tell them anything about my strange dreams. They would probably think that I was going insane.

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