Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 345

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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. After finding out that a younger version of Nicolas might not be acting with his best interest at heart, Viorel decides to leave for the north. He is now traveling with two people, Alexej who needed to get out of Praha and Irina who he accidentally rescued.

 

 
 Now, let's continue with Vampire Heart, right where we left off last time.

 

We left for town after lunch, I pretended being worried about Irina’s sickness not to eat much, which added to the good feeling the inn owners had toward me. The truth was I didn’t want anything else than blood, their food disgusted me. Irina didn’t show up for lunch either, it was better that way. I took her pulse before leaving, she was in a good state. She had plenty of time to think and dream about last night. She didn’t write anything yet but I wasn’t in the hurry, I didn’t want her diary to fall in the inn keeper’s wife’s hands either. There were enough tales about dragons and wolves in her mind. There was no need to add vampires to them. People had gathered on the central place again but the priests were nowhere to be seen. I noticed the palace all around but there was nothing compare to the castle I was going to discover. The people at the square were arming themselves with swords and farmers' tools. I could say that there weren’t many of them with experience in fighting. I wondered where their protectors were: the knights. But I found the explanation soon, half of them never came back from the war against the Teutonic knights, the rest of them had perished fighting the dragons or were away with their King for other battles. It felt like this countryside city had been abandoned and I could read it in the behaviour of its people. They were fighting for themselves only with the energy of despair and they were meant to fail. They were still organised though, the younger men some of who were barely sixteen years of age walked in front with whatever weapons they had. It was as if they were given to the dragons to feed on waiting for the second wave of desperate warriors to follow, the middle age men, the richer of them with coat and swords, the other with whatever them could grab, ranging from knifes to pans. It seemed that it had been made compulsory to participate, the less equipped soldiers were progressing slowly and without spirit toward their goal. 

 

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