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.
“I had a busy night,” I answered with a whisper. The pain had made me lost my voice, I felt the strong air in my lungs and I had all the hardship in the world not to release it and yell and Nicolas too the bloody bandage I had made away.
“You should learn how to tight up your wounds,” he said.
“I didn’t have much time to think about that, in case you didn’t notice the sun is already up and I didn’t want people to see me come back home streaming with blood all over my body.” I answered.
Nicolas laughed and Perenelle brought him some alcohol and clean tissus.
“It’s really deep, I wonder how you could still stand on your feet after that,” he said.
“I don’t know either, I feel pretty dizzy,” I said.
It was true.
“I don’t want you to kill anymore,” Nicolas continue cleaning the injury with the alcohol. The smell was so strong that I felt a bit drunk out of it and it stick my arms like hell, getting the sword in hadn’t even been that painful.
“I’m not doing it on purpose,” I said.
“You can survive without blood,” he said.
“But I’m not myself,” I answered. I didn’t want to talk about it know but I couldn’t promise him that I wouldn’t kill again. I needed blood to be myself.
“You can regain your memories using the philosopher stone,” he said.
I remembered holding it and the flash of memories instantaneously coming back.
“I don’t want to regress and lose what I have learned during the last years of my life,” I said. If I was regressing too far, I might as well forget about the execution and the vampire after me and that would be dangerous, I might as well forgot about Sorina and that was unacceptable.
“It doesn’t act this way,” Nicolas said finishing knotting the bandage on my arms. The alcohol was still sticking my skin and the smell was making me nauseous.
“We’ll talk about it when I feel better,” I said getting up and walking to the stairs but Nicolas caught my arm and hold tight on it.
“I’d rather discuss about it now,” he said. “You are not even yourself anymore and there was this wolf in your room.”
I moved my arm away from him, the pain stroke me like a needle and my vision blurred again. I staggered toward the stairs.
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