Friday, March 30, 2018

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 166

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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

“We won’t,” Margarette said and she pressed her nails in the arm of the maid who let the pot of soup escape.
“Sally,” the man repeated.
“I… I… I…” the poor girl said trembling. She was unable to finish her sentence.
“Sally won’t say anything either, I know I can count on that she wouldn’t say anything to save her life,” I said walking to her, I took a tuff of her hair between my finger, they were oily and smelling like meat and carrots , she had been spending more time in the kitchen than outside. I turned around letting her to her agony.
“Pretend I never existed,” I said and I was gone before they could answered letting the front door slam behind me.

“I have a missive for Sighişoara’s castle.” I said handing my letter to the man.
He looked at me from head to feet and from feet to head. He was wearing a three day salt and pepper like beard and he seemed to have never met a comb. If outfit was the complete opposite of him, it was spotless and smelled like fresh laundry. The shirt was pure white and hold tight in a black trousers, he was wearing a blue cardigan without sleeves.
“You’re not the usual lad, what happened to the other lad, he said he’d have a packet for me tonight,” he said.
“Change of plan,” I answered.
He looked at me again as if I was lying. In a way, I wasn’t, it was really a change of plan. I waited a little bit. I didn’t want to say too much.
“So are you taking the missive or not,” I answered.
“I’ll take it, the usual? As fast as it goes,” he said.
“No rush” I answered, “it’s about money.”
I left the missive on the counter. The man looked at me again before sighing and examining it.
“It’s closed well, I’ll make sure it arrives” he said.
“Thank you,” I said walking out.
“Wait,” he came running after me. “give me some money, it’s going all the way to Hungary with a horse.”

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