Friday, October 27, 2017

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 144

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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


“What are you doing here? I have been waiting for you for a long time, it’s almost time to go home, you’ll need some rest before going hunting with your father tonight”, my mum said. She had a very soft voice when she was a wolf. I tried to force myself to remember other details about her but all I would see was the care in her wolf’s eyes.
“There was a bear”, I said.
“Bears are not bad creatures but they are dangerous and moody, if you mean one on a bad day they can shred you in few minutes and there would be nothing left of you.” She said.
“I know but I just couldn’t move, I felt like I was as frozen as the winter river”, I said starting to walk to the castle. It was really far, I knew we needed to run but I also needed to understand.
“You acted like a prey and that’s probably what saved you”, she explained, “If you had tried to escape, the bear would have gotten his claws down on you and we would have never seen you again.”
I imagined the hairy fat legs of the bear all claws open getting down on my waist as I jumped on the side. I was fast but the simple movement was easier for it than it was for me to move my entire body. It had hit me and I had felt on the river bench hurting my head on the rocks, It had come to smell me and I had attack his face with my own claw before he had shred my body with his large mouth.
“Next time I met a bear, I’ll definitely stay put again”, I said.
“That depends on the situation”, my mum answered.
And she was right.
“You!” the vampire said.
“Me!” I said jumping from the desk with the sword in my hand. It wasn’t my sword which I had put back in its furrow but the sword of the vampire I had just taken down, the sword made by my father, for some reason, I felt like it was just for me to have it. I had killed his owner as well after all.
“Give me that sword back”, he said.
Apparently we weren’t under the same rules about who should get the sword.
“If you want it, come and get it”, I said.




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