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.
“Stay still, you bitch, I have men to introduce you to tomorrow, they have a lot of money and they want to have fun with you.” He had a evil look on his face. “But I come first, I don’t want you to stain their bed clothes with your blood.” He said pulling down on his trousers with one hand. It was the climax I was waiting for, he was ready to go and the thought of stopping him as already making the blood pump in my veins. I would drink his excitement anger tonight before having fear as a desert. The girl was already half cooked but I wanted her to fear me enough forget her hangover. I pushed the door widely open and entered.
The man turned around to face me pulling up his trousers to stand out of bed as I walked toward him slowly.
“Who the hell are you?” he said angry. I knew I had just broke his fun.
The girl was trembling on the bed, crawling away from him, pulling her dress down. It was lovely to see. I kept on looking at her ignoring the man to cook him. I pushed his coat away with my feet. I wasn’t in the mood to fight, I just wanted his anger to culminate. I wanted him to attack me, to give me a reason to take his life. Tears dropped on her cheek, I could smell her cheap flowery perfumed, the bottle had only be opened recently and the smell hadn’t evaporated yet.
“Is that her that you want?” the man said talking toward me. He was taller than me and thin, he had placed himself between me and the girl. His fists were opened, but his fingers were stretching as if he was preparing himself to squeeze my throat. “I might decide to let you have her, how much money do you have?”
I smirked at the indecent proposition, he was like my uncle, he felt that he was stronger and he would take everyone on to get want he wanted. He seemed angry to have be interrupted, I knew he was, he was pretending to be willing to find an agreement with me when all he really meant was to kick me out of here, taking the money at the same time if I let him the chance.
“Actually I came for you,” I said looking at him.
That was enough of a trigger, he jumped on me but I esquived letting my legs behind and as predicted in his hurry he staggered on it and felt laying on the floor. I turned around him and kicked him back down with my foot on his back as he tried to stand back up.
“What do you want from me? Who send you?” he said raging to be in an inferior position.
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