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.
I didn’t know why she was whispering but it had the effect of making me come closer, when she repeated that she had seen her, I thought about Sorina. What would Sorina say if she knew that I was biting a little girl, barely few years older than her and that I wanted to torture her mind while doing it? I had calmed down when I had met Sorina. Before her, I was like the other, despite my mother’s lesson, I was always in quest for more blood, for more tastes for more way of cooking it and for more power. Now that Sorina was gone, the thirst was awakened in me again. Sorina is a vampire now, I thought, Sorina would enjoy this. I had seen females vampire, taking on the strongest human male, ridiculing him in front of everyone and drinking their blood after making them cry for pity. My uncle Vlad liked to watch that, he called it the special treatment. He would send the females first while waiting in the dark to the most rebellious villages. It was easy to have them fall on their knees once every one worth fighting was already down.
“My mother, I saw her, when you drunk my blood, I saw her so clearly. Do you think she is dead?” Irina said.
So that’s what was on her mind. It was strange for me to see the versatility of the human mind. The human memory was so fragile. It was some sort of aberration for me to say this as there were still parts of my memories that I was running after but my daily memory seemed stronger. Irina’s anger had changed into curiosity, in just one night, in just one bite.
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