Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 117

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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. Viorel discovered that he can change into a wolf but that's not the easiest thing to handle.

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

I looked at him straight in the eyes.

I shook my head from top to bottom but he didn’t seem to care much about the gesture. I was getting tired of the little game.

“What did you do to him?”

Strangely Nicolas was talking to me like I was a human but was still unable to recognise me. I yawned again. Yawning had an extremely nice feeling. I had seen humans do it before but I never really understood the need. Maybe because I was new at breathing. I couldn’t think of anything I could to do make him understand. We had been looking at each other in something that felt like forever. He had looked at my clothes and recognized that they were mine but he still had his back on the wall and looking at me like I was the devil. I should have gone to the stable and slept with my horse because at least it knew that who I was but now it was too late, if I were to get out of the house now Nicolas or anyone seeing me would start to panic. But I still decided to take a risk. I came close to my clothes again. Nicolas tiptoed against the wall like a young cat in a fight as if I was going to jump on him. I wondered if his older self would have been more perspicuous. It took the clothes in my mouth, I could taste to blood of the guy who had been stabbed earlier on them. It was a nice feeling, I still liked blood even as a wolf. I carried the clothes to the small stairs in the left corner, it was going up turning and I felt like carrying the clothes that way wasn’t going to be easy. I looked up and then looked at Nicolas then looked up again. I had to go no matter what. I started to run hoping that my legs weren’t going to end up stuck in my sleeves or somewhere. I had four of them. I don’t know if you can imagine how it is to suddenly have to control four legs and try to figure out which one is supposed to go on the floor first and turn in stairs at the same time. It was a rather foolish idea. I wasn’t even half way when my trousers were caught on a step, just a button stuck on a nail but that was enough. I felt the tissues break under my fangs and pulling me back as I pulled on it to go up. One of my back leg, I can’t even know which one for sure managed to get caught in my jacket and here I was falling down the stairs. When I hit the bottom I emitted a weird painful sound but it seemed to be more of a reflex than because I was really in pain. I stood up as fast as I could as the clothes were falling on the top of me. I shook myself to take them away, I almost wanted to laugh at the misadventure but Nicolas was looking at me and I knew I had to get going. I decided to forget about the clothes and tried the stairs again. I started slowly but soon discover that I was going to use my rapidity if I didn’t want to fall back down again.

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