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.
“Viorel, we need to talk about what happened last night and what we should prepare for it not to happen again,” Nicolas started.
I put my letter in my pocket and jumped on the desk and ran out through the window, it was easy to join the roof, just like I had done the night before. Nicolas bent over the window and called my name. I didn’t turn around to answer him I have things to do, I could was going to give a little visit to my lady.
I jumped on her balcony from the roof of her house, the window was opened, just enough for me to see the light of the candles opened through the curtain. She wasn’t alone. There was a man with her in the bedroom. I wondered how much he was paying to hear her cry like that. He kept on calling her a whore which I found to be a particular bad taste. I came closer to have a look at them. He seemed strong and not too much. She seemed to enjoy herself a lot more than he was or maybe he was just trying to pretend to be enjoying herself. He had the bottom of her dress covering the lower part of his body and was standing near the bed. I smelled the air, trying to smell him, wondering if he was eatable or if I was just going to kill him normally. He seemed good enough. I pushed the curtains and entered, she turned to look at the window but I was already hiding in the corner of the room. The man slapped her across the face to get her attention back.
“Don’t get distracted whore, I pay you enough, tell me who the best is,” he said.
“You my lord, you,” she said turning her head back to him. She had lost her smile. She had a little blue mark on her chin already, spoiling her white milky skin. She was quiet now. He slapped her again.
“Yell whore” he said, “I want to hear your voice.”
He pulled on her legs on both side of his body, she slide on the bed a bit more and clung at the bed sheet, yelling. The sound going out of her mouth seemed unnatural to me. I felt a desire I couldn’t recognize inside of me. It was time for me to eat. In a blink, I was behind the man, holding him from behind. It was a little bit smaller than me which was making it easier.
I put my letter in my pocket and jumped on the desk and ran out through the window, it was easy to join the roof, just like I had done the night before. Nicolas bent over the window and called my name. I didn’t turn around to answer him I have things to do, I could was going to give a little visit to my lady.
I jumped on her balcony from the roof of her house, the window was opened, just enough for me to see the light of the candles opened through the curtain. She wasn’t alone. There was a man with her in the bedroom. I wondered how much he was paying to hear her cry like that. He kept on calling her a whore which I found to be a particular bad taste. I came closer to have a look at them. He seemed strong and not too much. She seemed to enjoy herself a lot more than he was or maybe he was just trying to pretend to be enjoying herself. He had the bottom of her dress covering the lower part of his body and was standing near the bed. I smelled the air, trying to smell him, wondering if he was eatable or if I was just going to kill him normally. He seemed good enough. I pushed the curtains and entered, she turned to look at the window but I was already hiding in the corner of the room. The man slapped her across the face to get her attention back.
“Don’t get distracted whore, I pay you enough, tell me who the best is,” he said.
“You my lord, you,” she said turning her head back to him. She had lost her smile. She had a little blue mark on her chin already, spoiling her white milky skin. She was quiet now. He slapped her again.
“Yell whore” he said, “I want to hear your voice.”
He pulled on her legs on both side of his body, she slide on the bed a bit more and clung at the bed sheet, yelling. The sound going out of her mouth seemed unnatural to me. I felt a desire I couldn’t recognize inside of me. It was time for me to eat. In a blink, I was behind the man, holding him from behind. It was a little bit smaller than me which was making it easier.
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I love seeing him in action like this!
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