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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.
He was making at his monotonic sword fighting combination, I never saw an adversary that boring.
“I have no answers for traitor.”
He punctuated his sentence with a frontal attack. I blocked the blade with my sword on the right, turned on myself and hit him with my elbow in the same movement. I don’t know what he was thinking. I always thought all vampire would have been trained like me would know how to fight but I realized that I was far from the truth. He was fast but dancing from one foot to the other. I didn’t have all night. The one unconscious on the couch could wake up any minutes and the second Transylvanian vampire probably didn’t want to spend all night outside.
“I’m tired of playing with you”, I said.
“Me too actually. I remember you when you were a kid, I’ve ever seen a kid crying like that, vampire baby are rare you know”, he said. “I already wanted to slice your throat but that was not allowed, you were the pride of the coven, you little prick.”
He was talking and all I wanted was to hear him talk more. We were exchanging blows, hitting the metal of my sword against his short blade, he was a better fighter when close to me. I had to keep on my guards to make sure not to get smashed by his fist. The way he crossed his legs was disturbing me and I ended up giving it too much attention. He pushed his blade and caught it in my sleeves, cutting my arm. I felt the blood leak slowly, the smell of it. He smiled proud of himself, he was feeling the blood too. I wondered if vampire drunk each other’s blood. They probably did but it wasn’t really my thing.
“You thought you had me, I can see it on your face, you were so proud of yourself,” He said.
I grabbed the sword he left on the table and pushed it from behind. It popped in the air. It fit so well in my arm that I couldn’t believe it. It had an handle cover, it was incredibly light.
“Where did you get that?” I asked.
“Come on, don’t tell me you don’t recognize your own’s father work”, he said.
“My father’s”, I said.
“I would have kill you long ago if I had had the chance, soiling the blood of a long line of vampires, just you moving in front of me is an affront to all I was raised to believe in.” he said.
That made me smile, the vampires were nothing to me, what they believed in was nothing to me either. I plunged toward him just under his blade, blocking it with one sword, cutting threw his guard and vest with the other. He let go of the blade and hold the sword with both hands, he was spitting blood again, nausea was coming to him and he was vomiting it.
“At least I know how to fight like a vampire,” I said.
He tried to laugh and removed the blade, there were too much blood coming out of him. He had been feeding the night before and I can smell that his blood hadn’t totally processed the woman’s blood. That’s what you got when feeding too many time from the same human, their blood become weak and so does yours. He felt backward against the wall. I came closer to look at him. I needed to make sure he would die. I kicked the blade further away, no need to get to any chance of him stabbing me in the back. He rolled on his side to face me, pulling himself up with the wall.
“I should have killed you long ago”, I said with a weakening voice, “I should have killed you, this will be my only regrets but at least, I know you won’t survive me too long.”
“What name should I put on your grave?” I said.
“Don’t even bother,” he answered.
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