Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 347

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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 climbed. It wasn’t too high or a long climbed, people had stopped shouting at each other to give themselves strength, the procession was as mute as death. I wanted to tell them to go back, that it was useless but even if I managed to suggest the idea to every single one of them, I was sure it wouldn’t be enough to keep them out of the way of the dragons forever. They were in the hands of the Jägers and they knew their business.

I didn’t walk in the front, I didn’t want to make waves already but I placed myself with the middle aged men, one sword out in my left hand, the other ready to go. I also had my short knife just in case.

There were two of them, one was deep green with spike on its back and neck just like Irina had described. It had a collarette of a brownish colour around its neck. Its long tail was finished with a pointy and sharp spike as well. It was moving all the time, sweeping the floor carrying gravel and dust in his path. It was laying on the floor on its legs and it was so big that I couldn’t decide how big and tall it was. The front legs were finished with sharp claw. If someone had told me that such creature existed, well when Irina told me about them and the others and when I read it in the books I consulted the day before, I didn’t believe it. I still didn’t right now. The dragon turned his head toward us, alerted by the noise: the rattling of the weapons and the footsteps. The young men stopped. The dragon looked at us with yellow eyes opened in a vertical slit. It yawned at looked away putting its large head to rest again. It was unimpressed by us and if he could smell fear as I did, I could understand why. Few men drop their weapons and started to run away. That started the fury of the other dragon. It was different and somehow I felt like it was a female, it resembled Irina when she was mad two days ago and blaming me of betrayal.

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