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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.
It was a cold winter night, my third winter in Paris and few days before moving. We had decided that once in Praha I would have to stop hunting or at least limit it to the minimum so that nobody could make the connection between the event on Paris and the new cases in Praha. Just the thought of it was making me dizzy. I knew I could spend month without blood but that the lack of it was making me feel vulnerable. I was wrapped in my coat trying to stay warm while pretending to look at the Christmas decoration in the shops’ windows when I was actually trying to find someone that nobody would miss for Christmas.
And it was in the baker’s window, all made of bread, a little house and tree make of sugar. It was enlighten only by vacillating candles. As I blow in my hands to warm them up, I saw her. I turned around thinking that it was the reflection of someone else in the glass but the street behind me was deserted. And she was there, smiling at me. I saw her sit under the tree and play with the grass. I remember coming to see her and lie down with her so long ago as a wolf, during the day time and we would play together. The image of her was so vivid and intense that I came closer to the glass trying to get near her but the glass was still separating us. I wondered how something so thin and transparent, something so invisible and insignificant was possibly able to keep her away from me. That’s when Perenelle’s words took all their senses. I was not seeing her but her spirit, which was always with me just waiting for me to be ready to see her. Like tonight while hunting for the last time not sure about what the future in Praha might bring to me, and fighting against the cold, she was there to warm up my heart.
I heard the laugh of a little girl behind me and suddenly turned around. Her mother threw me a strange look before taking the child away telling her not to stare at strange people. I looked back at the pastry but Sorina was gone. Understanding one of the deepest meanings of my life had probably made me look strange but my heart was light as I continued to wander in the streets looking for my prey. I hadn’t see her face in my dreams forever and Nicolas thought that we should understand better the philosopher stone before using it again. No matter how deep the miss of her was tearing my heart apart I had no choice but to wait. But she had come for me like I was going to come for her.
And it was in the baker’s window, all made of bread, a little house and tree make of sugar. It was enlighten only by vacillating candles. As I blow in my hands to warm them up, I saw her. I turned around thinking that it was the reflection of someone else in the glass but the street behind me was deserted. And she was there, smiling at me. I saw her sit under the tree and play with the grass. I remember coming to see her and lie down with her so long ago as a wolf, during the day time and we would play together. The image of her was so vivid and intense that I came closer to the glass trying to get near her but the glass was still separating us. I wondered how something so thin and transparent, something so invisible and insignificant was possibly able to keep her away from me. That’s when Perenelle’s words took all their senses. I was not seeing her but her spirit, which was always with me just waiting for me to be ready to see her. Like tonight while hunting for the last time not sure about what the future in Praha might bring to me, and fighting against the cold, she was there to warm up my heart.
I heard the laugh of a little girl behind me and suddenly turned around. Her mother threw me a strange look before taking the child away telling her not to stare at strange people. I looked back at the pastry but Sorina was gone. Understanding one of the deepest meanings of my life had probably made me look strange but my heart was light as I continued to wander in the streets looking for my prey. I hadn’t see her face in my dreams forever and Nicolas thought that we should understand better the philosopher stone before using it again. No matter how deep the miss of her was tearing my heart apart I had no choice but to wait. But she had come for me like I was going to come for her.
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