Friday, February 3, 2017

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 107

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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 took a deep breath again remembering myself to look for facts. There were nobody left around, it was time for me to explore the scene of the crime. Then I would go for diner. The bridge was very low, it was almost impossible for anything else than dogs or cats to go under it but I wouldn’t have underestimated vampires. The grass was still flattened where the body had been and there was blood on the ground. I was lucky that it was summer time and the rain hadn’t washed out everything. The man had run from the bridge down to the grass, I wondered why he hadn’t run away to the city, that didn’t make much sense. It would have been better to try to reach a house an call for help. I could see the vampire in mind, running from one side of the bridge to the other too fast for the man to take a clear grabs of him. 
The vampire had been playing with his victim. The blood must have been pumping in his entire body when he reached the grass, looking at the way it was still flattened I could guess that the man had been slightly overweight making it difficult for him to escape as well. But at least he had been trying. There weren’t much tracks of the vampire except for the boots he was wearing, I could imagine him holding the man standing in front of him while digging his fang on the side of his neck. The man must have been taller than him and resisting. 
Maybe he managed to push him a little back explaining the blood on the grass, the vampire had then charged again on the other side of the neck, as the man was desperately trying to stop the blood running out on the other side. That, I would verify when I see the bodies in the morrow. Then he had let him fall on his knees before letting go altogether, leaving his victim with his face in the mud. Even if there had been a little bit of life in the body at that time, it was likely that the mud had suffocated him. Then the vampire had probably turned around to take the money and valuable object in the man’s pockets and flew back to the city. The shoes hadn’t left a very deep tacks, the deeper one where the one which had been hidden under the body because he had stood there longer, the rest of them were extremely light making me think that the vampire was very thin. I needed to see the body to have a good sense of its height. I tried to look in my memory to see if I could find a vampire matching this description but I couldn’t. I remembered the faces on the day of my execution but I still didn’t know their names and I was sure that there were a lot more of them than what I had been allowed to see on that day.

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