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Welcome to a new part of Blue Angel unedited, we start right where we left off last time.
“I can see that you are
alive indeed, but not for long,” one of the demon said. He had long
dirty hair falling down to his lower back and Kamaril couldn't help
but thinking about how uncomfortable he would feel with those,
especially when fighting. He could already picture himself grabbing
the other demon by the hair for a nice spin but that one also had
monumental horn on the top of his forehead. Maybe he should be
listening or paying attention a bit to whatever the guy was going to
say but he stopped there so Kamaril felt like he had to answer, to
try to said something smart.
“That depends,” he
said. That wasn't smart but at least that was going to save him some
times.
“That depends?” the
demon answered intrigued.
“Just kill him and
let's be over with him,” one of the three said. He has very short
black hair and Kamaril would have almost admired his style if that
wasn't for his life being on the line.
“That depends of what
are in those boxes. I know some of those guys, what are you doing to
them?” he asked. He couldn't help himself, he was supposed to beg
for his life but he couldn't find the weakness to do it.
Brownie is a normal girl, or so she thinks. She likes to chat with her
sisters about random things, she likes fashion and she is member of the
fashion club at school. But one day, as her little brother gets really
sick because of a curse placed on him, she meets this really strange guy
who cures him absorbing the baby's sickness within himself. As he is
about to fall from his new acquired fever, Brownie sees Yue's soul and
immediately falls in love with him. But Yue is not a human, Yue is a
demon.
Brownie and Yue will built their love story until....
Plot:
Until Yue's soul is stolen. There is nothing left of their love. The
purple light dancing in Yue's grey eyes is gone. Forever? Not quite.
Brownie is desperate to find it back. And to get a soul stolen by
demons, she needs to go deep into dark magic! But Brownie is not a
witch, she is just looking for a spell powerful enough to bring her love
back. When an amateur starts playing with strong magic without
preparation and without caring for the consequences, things turn
wrong...
Welcome to a new part of Vampire Heart unedited. Have you been bitten yet?Sign up to be part of our awesome Vampire Friday blog hop team! You know you want to!
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.
Now, let's continue with Vampire Heart, right where we left of last week.
“I said no rush,” I said walking away.
He grabbed me by the arm, I knew he was trying to impress me because I was the new guy.
I pulled my sword half way out and he saw the blood on it as well. He left go of me in a jump. I smiled at him.
“Make sure it arrives but no rush, if I don’t get my answer back, I’ll come visit you again,” I said smiling again before walking away.
He turned the letter in his hand flattening it as if it was as precious as his life. I needed blood. I couldn’t think about anything else. I had drunk a lot already but I wanted more and I wanted something specific, something young and flower tainted with fear. I wanted to taste the blood of a woman. The night was still young and I hurried toward the river. I was supposed to have left Praha for London already, I couldn’t let any traces of murder in Praha tonight. And I didn’t know when I would be able to drink blood again. I had to leave as few clues as possible for the vampire my uncle wouldn’t miss to send after me. But for tonight I had my idea. There were only few people in the street now, couples walking out from restaurant holding each other arms. I waited near the bridge for them to pass by me, wondering which I was going to choose. I had my plan about how to dispose of the bodies. I took my time to chose, discarding those who had drunk too much, those who seemed gloomy or weren’t having a nice time. I felt like I wanted to strike them in the middle of their happiness just like my uncle had done to me. I felt like I was somehow going to take my revenge even though the humans only worked as substitutes. I felt the anger inside of me looking at them I wanted the female, it was insane. I tried to breathe to calm myself down a bit but I couldn’t, I knew that somehow it was the blood of the man in my lady’s room that was working on me, something in it might not have been quite right but at the same time I felt an intense pleasure growing as I knew my victims were coming closer. I finally spotted them. It was a strange couple, the man probably in his fifty was smiling from ear to ear, his smile seemed unnatural as if he had been doing some mischief and was forcing himself to smile. He was wearing grey clothing which seemed old and washed out but still clean. The way he walked I knew that he was carrying a dagger on his right side but it seemed that it would be difficult for him to take it out. He was holding a girl with his left arm, he had passed it around her waist and was pulling her towards him and stroking a touch of hair away from her forehead front time to time as her head wagged on her short, white neck. She was really pretty but she couldn’t be more than fifteen. The way she walked showed that she had drunk some alcohol and I fancied myself to think that it was probably the first time. Her dress was going up on her leg as she walked and she was pulling it back down with a nervous movement from her hand.
"I thought the
therapy would do her good and now she is beaming. The psychologist
told her that it's genetic. She always thought she was just more tidy
than normal people but I told her she needed a psy because she had an
obsessive compulsive disorder and that I had trouble to deal with the
cleaning and my school work. It took me months to get her to agree.
But today, she was told it's genetic and she is telling me I'm the
same, that I just don't know it yet. That I will have an
extraordinary clean house and that my children will call me crazy to
and force me to see a psy. That it's all my fault. She is driving me
nuts. I thought it would help but it's just getting worse. Genetic
for her means something she has no control over and justifies not
trying to get better."
