Friday, September 9, 2016

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 86

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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.

Perenelle had done it the day before and she was running around the house floating in her grand-mother dresses. Her hair had changed their white and grey color to turn into golden. The wrinkles the time and worries had left on her face were all gone and I already started to have problem remembering how old she had been. Nicolas was checking carefully for any sign of regression but her health was without fail. She didn’t need to help herself with the furniture to walk around the house and she didn’t need to wear her glasses anymore. She was back to what I would call the normal age. The time when human were the healthiest and still could see their future in front of them, the time I would never leave until I was to meet with Sorina again. It was Nicolas’ turn and as it was to make him really tired for few hours after the stone stop acting on his body, I was to guard the house to make sure nobody would see them come in, we had had a cart coming two days ago and Perenelle had explained around that her young niece and her husband where visiting us. That had worked very well. Tonight people would see the young couple leave the house few hours before I was to set the house on fire and then escape to meet them at the exit of the city. I knew they couldn’t put the house on fire themselves. It was too many memories of their past life. They were to wait for me in the farm where I had left my horse. I was happy to find it back for more than half a day.

I was looking out at the window while Nicolas was holding the stone lying on his bed. Perenelle was watching the time. Nicolas had bought several hourglasses on purpose that Pernelle was carefully turning one after the other.
“It’s almost time”, she said trying to open his fist with her gloved hand, she couldn’t touch the stone anymore for a while. I looked at her for a bit and looked back through the window. Night was now falling rapidly.

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