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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.
“What are you do…” he started turning his head to look at me but I didn’t leave him the time to finish his sentence, I turned his head tilting it on his left side and dive my fangs inside of his carotid. The blood instantaneously started to fill my mouth and the taste of it was good and matching the last emotions of the man. His hands were still grabbing tightly the lady’s legs, she looked had me silent with an open mouth before trying to go away. I took his hands away to let her go. She huddled up in a corner of the bed pulling the cover to her mouth to reassure herself more than to be covered with without taking her eyes of me. I continued sucking his blood until there was nothing left and let him fall slowly on the ground.
“What do you want from me?” she said.
“Nice to see you again,” I said walking around in the room.
I blow out a candle. The fire was fascinating me, I played with the flam of another one a bit before blowing it too.
“What do you want from me?” she repeated hysterically. I could smell her delicious fear pumping in her veins with each beating of her blood. Her eyes seemed a lot to big for her face, she was widening them so much that I could see the white part of them all around her dark pupil.
I blew another candle.
“I came to say goodbye of course and to give you a little present,” I said pointing at the body.
“You see, I’m leaving tonight for France and I will take a boat for London.”
I said slowly to make sure that she was going to remember the information. I had no doubt that the next group of vampire tracing me was going to visit her. Which them, if they were to find her in the same position I had found her, she might not be as lucky. I blew another candle.
“Go to hell, monster,” she said and she signed herself and spit.
I was always amazed how humans were calling god when they were in need but near remembering him when doing everything he had been forbidding them to do. I came across the family picture again.
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