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.
“Where is the little girl?” I asked.
“Why does it matter to you?” she answered looking away.
“She is dead isn’t she?” I continued holding the painting in my hand.
“She is dead, he is dead, they are all dead,” she yelled and threw me a pillow.
I came closer to her, I wanted to understand her pain to be able to understand mine but I couldn’t.
“Are you going to kill me too?” she said more softly as if she was wishing for it.
“No tonight but one day,” I answered holding her.
She put her head on my shoulder. I stroke her hair to take them away from my face. For a second but a second only I felt like myself again. I felt like who I was before the fire and the disaster in Sighişoara. I felt like I was with Sorina again but I pushed the feeling away when I pushed her back to her bed.
“Kill me!!” she yelled hysterically again, she was pulling the overly opened collar of her dress with both hands to show me her throat. From where I was standing I could see her pulse on the side of her neck, I could feel her heart beat as if I was drinking her. I blew the last candle and left through the window. She would remember tonight forever, she would remember that I was going to London.
I blood of that men, so high in hormones and happiness was almost making me fly. I was once again running on the roof like a black cat. In France they used to say that during the night all cats are grey, meaning that you couldn’t recognize anyone. I was feeling like the master of the night, there was no more vampire in this city and there was only play for me tonight. I went back to the vampire house. The “vítejte“ sign was gone from the top of the door. At least the man had learned. I entered the house without knocking at the door as if I was the master of it. It was a good feeling, I wanted the man to be terrorised, I pull out my sword. It was still tainted from the blood of the day before I hated myself for being that careless but I also knew that it would definitely have an effect on him, as if I had been killing again right before coming in. And that didn’t miss.
As I entered they were having dinner, his wife and the maid serving her soup saw me first, he had his back turned at me. This made me remember that I would never put a chair between a table and the door. I put my blade on his shoulder. He might have been a human but I knew he could still smell the blood and feel the weight of the sharp steal.
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