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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
took away his half untouched cup of chocolate and started to clean
his side of the table.
“He
doesn’t really mean to be so angry, you know because of all the
work you are going through, he isn’t feeling like himself and the
stone too it…” she started.
“Growing
younger made him stupid”, I said.
“What
about me?” Perenelle answered with a smile.
“Why
did you marry him, if he was like that?” I asked. I wanted to know
why women chose there men I wanted to know why Sorina was coming back
to me even after going to church but continued to hurt herself going
there.
“Oh,
that is my secret”, Perenelle answered with a smile.
I
sight and drunk my cocoa, I couldn’t bear to dip my bread in it
like the human did, I needed to feel all the favors. The warmness
reminded me of the blood I had last night. After drinking blood all
human food seemed insipid.
“Let
me talk to him”, Perenelle said.
I
knew she used to have a lot of power over him when he was old but the
new Nicolas was only listening to himself. I let her leave the
kitchen not too sure about the results and started to clean. Nicolas
didn’t like to see me clean anymore, it was woman’s work. If he
had been here he would have dragged me back to the study room. I
started to feel nauseous. I wanted my old friend back, I wanted
someone I can trust and confide in.
I
went back to my room. I didn’t want to study today, I had enough.
The new blood running in my veins was making me feel like I needed to
start taking responsibility for my path in life again.
Nicolas
knocked at my door few hours later. Had I been on my bed I would have
pretended to be asleep but I was sitting at my desk, trying to draw
Sorina’s face from memory but always ending up with something that
wasn’t even close enough. I looked at him as he entered. He seemed
to have calmed down a little.
“Why
did you refuse to drink from me last night?” he asked.
That
wasn’t what I had expected.
“I
thought it was obvious”, I said.
“I’m
not the same old men I used to be”, he said.
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