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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.
He groaned a bit like a bear as well, he was making brusque movement and pushing the chairs around to get to me. He didn’t jump lightly above the sofa but walked on it as it it were stairs making in fall behind him but it didn’t seem to bother him much.
“We have been looking for you to take you home”, he said.
He hadn’t drowned out his sword yet but I could see it hanging at his side. He seemed a lot heavier that I had suspected from seeing him walk in the street, maybe this was his battle style.
“And I’m not ready to go home yet”, I said.
“Too bad, I heard that someone was waiting for you”, he said. “She might have changed a lot by now, becoming one of us.”
“Sorina”, I said.
“Cute little one wasn’t she, I wish I didn’t have to leave, I would have loved to play with her like the others”, he said.
He was trying to get me mad and it was working.
“If you attack first, you are sure to lose, know your enemy”, I heard the words of my father as I crossed my blade with his. The sound of the metal against metal, we weren’t playing, this training wasn’t like the other, I was mad, someone had drove me overboard and I wanted to hurt I wanted to cut someone into piece to feel the blood.
“Use your anger to enhance the strength of your attack, use it to increase your speed, not to rush into action”, my father said. “Getting yourself killed is not going to help you feel better, stay focus on your goal.”
My father had been trying to direct my anger, not to calm it down. We had fought until day time, the slaved had pulled on the curtains and we had fought again. It was an endless battle, there hadn’t been any hunting that night or the night before, I had fought with myself more than with him he had been the one holding the sword up against me for me to master my anger.
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