Friday, December 29, 2017

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 153

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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
“When I wake up,” I said. 
I grabbed the swords, they were heavier than I remembered, I had mine and the two I had won from the vampires. I wanted to study them. I also grabbed the satchel and threw it over my valid shoulder before climbing the stairs. I missed falling twice on the way. I remembered the old Nicolas and how he would have helped me go up with Perenelle, how she would have prepared some hot chocolate for me and made sure that my pillow was comfortable enough. Those people were gone, I was living with two strangers and I needed to leave as soon as possible. 
I opened the closed and put my swords and documents in there, I closed in with the key, it was something I had never done before, maybe the blood was making me paranoid or maybe it was the last look Nicolas had thrown to me. I was impossible for me to distinguished what he really wanted from me. I knew that they were scared, even after the four years spent together, even after our happy time in Paris, because of that bloody stone that didn’t count anymore. I took the key and placed it deep in my pocket before falling on my bed. I hadn’t taken my shoes of. It felt impossible for me to do so. I curled in the bed knowing that it would be more comfortable without them, I couldn’t bent long enough to get both of them out, I was really in pain. I kicked on of them and pushed the other as much as I could with my free feet but the laces made it impossible to removed it. I finally gave up. I looked at the sun through the window, I couldn’t bother to get up and close the curtain, the window was still opened thought and I could hear the sound of the street wakening, the odor of pastry and roasting meat coming from the ground. It didn’t bother me too long, I felt asleep soon enough.

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