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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.
The noise was coming closer, it wasn’t a familiar noise, Sorina knew the sound of the water dripping inside the cells when it rained. She knew the little noise made by the rats feed on the floor or with their mouths when they stopped to taste the air around and moved their moustaches to find the direction to choose. Those noises had become her universe and gave the rhythm to her life. This one was different and louder, she didn’t remember that something could be that noisy and loud and it was painful for her ears. She tried to dig into her memory to remember the noise, she knew there were many sounds out there, they were coming back to her after drinking but she hadn’t seen a rat for more than two weeks and her brain was suffering from the lack of blood. She passed her tongue on her dry lips and on her fangs. When she was this thirsty they would never get back inside her gum. She was glad she could never see herself in a mirror anymore because she knew that she would hate what she saw just like she hated what she had become.
The noises were coming closer. She recognized footsteps. She counted them and decided for two people. They seemed to be full of blood. She smelled the air again, hot blood from two hot bodies and the smell of lavender, she remembered that smell, smells were easier to remember than other things. She liked smells but the smell of the discomposing rats body were making her nauseous after a meal.
She could distinguish voices, a sweet voice and a scary voice. She retracted herself in a corner. She knew she had heard them before, they sounded somehow familiar but it was so long ago that she couldn’t put a face on them. She squatted in the corner. The sweet voice didn’t say much but the scary voice talked a lot.
“Viorel, Viorel,” she repeated to herself in her mind. She didn’t think he would come back but she couldn’t stop calling him in her mind when something was wrong, when she had a nightmare or when she was too thirsty.
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