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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.
Now, let's continue with Vampire Heart, right where we left of last week.
“Can
you read German?” I asked.
I
didn’t really want her to try on on my diary but the diary of the
priest still needed to be translated.
“Yes,”
she said looking by the window again, “but I can’t read what you
are writing in and that unnerves me.”
“And
why does it unnerves you?” I asked.
“Because
it makes me feel like and uneducated peasant
girl,”
she said.
“I
can teach you if you want but you will have to teach me Russian,” I
said.
She
looked back straight at me. I could feel that she was hesitating
between her desire to learn and her will to keep secrets about her
origin from me.
“Where
are those German books?” she finally said.
“They
are written in old German, I’m not sure that you will be able to
read them either,” I said standing up to get the priest diary from
my luggage.
She
had a small snubbing laugh as if she was sure of her knowledge of the
language and I knew that she wouldn’t give up reading them as she
wouldn’t like to pass for a peasant girl. Her proud had something
repulsive and appealing at the same time. I wanted to make her
shallow it but it was also amusing to watch. I realized that I hadn’t
been in company of aristocrat for a long time and the condition she
was in didn’t make me thing about it before but she had the
education and the attitude. Now I just needed to figure out what had
happened to her family in the grand duchy of Muscovy to make her so
unwilling to go back there or to even talk about it.
She
opened the old diary and I saw her eyes wrinkled on the first page.
“You
know educated people are supposed to write in French and priest are
normally writing in latin, what kind of person did you get those
from?” she said.
I
was already amazed that she knew it was from a priest but I didn’t
want to let her see that.
“From
the worse kind,” I simply said.
She
turned few pages.
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