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.
“What are you thinking little Viorel? You are like your father, unable to fight because you are thinking too much, taking away I blade won’t save you, I’ll crush you with my bare hands”, he said walking toward me as if the sword I was putting between us didn’t matter.
I couldn’t draw back now, I knew that if I drew back the fear would take possession of me, I needed to be the one to attack, this was my moment, I have the advantages of being high up already. He rushed toward me once again. I knew he wanted his sword back and that he wouldn’t mind an injury on his chest for that, I wasn’t sure to have enough power left to pick through his ribs cage. I noticed the chandelier floating above the ground and decided to go for it. In an ultimate effort I jumped and grabbed it with my harmed arm. The pain was atrocious, if I had really needed to breathe I might have lost my breathe out of it, I felt like needles piercing through my head and my vision blurred but I managed to dig my sword in his eyes as he had stopped to look up at me. He staggered to the table holding his eye and yelling as I felt loudly on the ground, I crawled away as fast as I could trying not to lose side of him. I wondered if I had dig deep enough, he was still moving, he grabbed his sword and turned around like a mad man. He couldn’t see a thing, his eyes were read with blood and he took few steps hitting randomly in the furniture and telling me that he was going to kill me before falling on the floor. His body was shaken by spasm under the seizure he was finally having but I couldn’t take a risk. I pull myself up on my feet helping myself with the turned over sofa. Walked toward him as fast as I could an chopped his head off.
I took few steps back and put my back against the wall, the coldness in my back had never felt safer. I looked at the room, everything in there was ruined, there were three vampire cadavers on the floor discomposing at different speed and blood everywhere but curiously, I was still alive. I felt so lucky.
The human man had been hidden in the stairs. I had almost forgotten about him.
I couldn’t draw back now, I knew that if I drew back the fear would take possession of me, I needed to be the one to attack, this was my moment, I have the advantages of being high up already. He rushed toward me once again. I knew he wanted his sword back and that he wouldn’t mind an injury on his chest for that, I wasn’t sure to have enough power left to pick through his ribs cage. I noticed the chandelier floating above the ground and decided to go for it. In an ultimate effort I jumped and grabbed it with my harmed arm. The pain was atrocious, if I had really needed to breathe I might have lost my breathe out of it, I felt like needles piercing through my head and my vision blurred but I managed to dig my sword in his eyes as he had stopped to look up at me. He staggered to the table holding his eye and yelling as I felt loudly on the ground, I crawled away as fast as I could trying not to lose side of him. I wondered if I had dig deep enough, he was still moving, he grabbed his sword and turned around like a mad man. He couldn’t see a thing, his eyes were read with blood and he took few steps hitting randomly in the furniture and telling me that he was going to kill me before falling on the floor. His body was shaken by spasm under the seizure he was finally having but I couldn’t take a risk. I pull myself up on my feet helping myself with the turned over sofa. Walked toward him as fast as I could an chopped his head off.
I took few steps back and put my back against the wall, the coldness in my back had never felt safer. I looked at the room, everything in there was ruined, there were three vampire cadavers on the floor discomposing at different speed and blood everywhere but curiously, I was still alive. I felt so lucky.
The human man had been hidden in the stairs. I had almost forgotten about him.
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