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.
He
gave me a strange look that I couldn’t define, it was as if his
eyes were telling me that he knew I was the cause of the girl’s
sickness. I felt that I would have to keep my distance with him and
not to disclose too much. I also resolve not to let him too close to
the girl. She pressed on my arm as if she was also feeling disturbed.
I turned around and helped her walk to the inn. She was playing her
role perfectly and I wonder what was making her behave this way
toward me in front of Alexej.
I
ordered food. I was hoping for something hot knowing that we would
still have Perennelle’s cold food to eat during the day. She was
sitting a table near the window with the cat on her lap. She had
chosen the sit having her back to the crowed as if she was trying to
show me that she trusted me to protect her. I had the sit with my
back on the wall left. It was a judicious choice from her, especially
that I had been distracted by Alexej silent approach; I didn’t want
something like it to happen again anytime soon. The food was not bad,
she was eating with the tip of her fork and I knew from it that it
wasn’t to her taste. She was a curiosity for me.
“I
don’t like him,” she said.
“Alexej?”
I asked, I wanted to encourage her to talk, the more I would know
about her, the safer it would be for us to travel together.
“I
don’t like the way he looks at me and I don’t like how he walks
so silently, and I don’t like that he can ride a full night without
even stopping to relive himself. It’s wrong, like if he is running
from something and I don’t like it,” she said.
That
was a proper description of my own feeling about the man except that
in my case it was handy. I was the one running away and I could use
someone with his talent as a driver.
“I
am sure that if we end up sleeping at an inn, we won’t find the
carriage in the morning,” she said again.
“and
what makes you think so?” I ask.
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