Friday, March 23, 2018

Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 165

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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

“Turn around to look at me and I’ll behead you,” I said.
The woman put her face down to her soup and the maid looked away. That was a really nice gesture of them. I could feel their fear and it was smelling delicious. I was going to need to give someone else some fear tonight, I couldn’t stop thinking about the taste of it. The man didn’t answer to me but he didn’t move either. His spoon filled with soup was hanging in his hand in midair. I wondered how long it was going to take him to drop it or if he was only considering not to drop it. It could have been a funny game.
“I forgot something last night, I was a bit in a hurry,” you see. I said letting the sword rest completely on his shoulder but still holding it in my hand with all my muscles tensed.
“What… what is it? I’ll do anything,” he said with a trembling voice.
The offer was pretty generous. This was another thing that I couldn’t understand with humans, if you threatened their life, they would offer you everything they had to keep it, but there was no reason for you not to kill them after having everything. And what would that man do if I was to take his word and ask for everything he possessed and threw him out of his house. He would walk in the street of Praha like a lost man without anything for himself and maybe if he was lucky he would become like the men in la cour des miracles, if he was less lucky, he would die anyway.
“I want you to forget everything about me, like I never existed. Other will come, don’t open them the door, don’t talk to them, never say a word about me,” I said.
“I already removed the sign,” the man muttered trying to appease me. He wanted my trust when all I wanted was for him to betray me, how ironic.
“I saw, that’s very good indeed. But if anyone ever hear from you that I’m going to London, I’ll take the first boat and come back to take care of you,” I said.
“I… we…we won’t tell anyone,” the man said. “Margarette, Sally, tell him that we won’t tell anyone.”

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Thursday, March 22, 2018

Thursday Fiction 159: Parallel Slip

Welcome back to a new part of Parallel Slip, where we follow the adventures of Frederique through her slip in different parallel universes.

Let's start right where we left off last week.
"I'm glad you got out of it," one of the girl said looking at me crying.
"I'm glad you made it out too," I said smiling.
I sat on my bed and opened my bag, it was filled with my diary. The same exact notebooks as in my original world. I started to panic, if she had the notebooks too, what did that mean about me? That I wasn't the only one traveling or that maybe I wasn't traveling at all. I picked the first one and flip it open. I needed to know. It was Friday's date.
"She called again. She called all night and my phone kept on vibrating on my desk but I couldn't be bother to turn it of. Somehow I managed to fall asleep and the phone ran out of battery before she stopped calling me. I can't take it anymore. I'm so tired. I thought going to the university would save me, but I guess I was wrong. She just won't leave me alone. She has to monitor every single little thing I do. I need to change my phone number."

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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Wednesday Snippet 162: Blue Angel (Mid Week Tease)

This excerpt is part of MidWeekTease, don't forget to go and check the other authors when you're done here, the links are below the excerpt.

Welcome to a new part of Blue Angel unedited, we start right where we left off last time.

“I'm changing into a crow, is that even possible for an angel? Am I really an angel? Because I truly don't feel like one. I don't want to be nice to just anyone, I don't want to help everyone in need, I don't want to be what the sacred texts say I should be. Because I know that deep inside, none of the angels I ever met really are all that nice and well behaved.” He sighed deeply. He knew he needed to keep himself in check, at least for the next few days and he knew who he also needed to avoid.

He stayed sitting a little bit more, his thoughts wondering as usual. It was as if they could never be stopped. He didn't make any sense to himself, he didn't know why he was doing what he did. He was worried about the house. He was worried that what was happening in the Demon World, the stolen souls was going to come back straight at it while he was away.

“I shouldn't be worried about a demon, Sahel will be just fine,” he though standing up and dragging himself to his bed. But it wasn't really about Sahel, it was more about everyone else. It was more a very selfish thought which had been turning in his head ever since the demon appeared in his house. If something bad was to happened, if something really bad happened in his house he didn't have anywhere else to go, nor did the other. He lay down on the bed on his side resting his heavy wings on the soft blanket and closed his eyes. There was no meeting before the following day and he needed to sleep if he wanted his wings to be back to normal. At least when he slept, the world was leaving him alone.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Tantalizing Tuesday 6: The Bayards' house

Hi guys and welcome to a new  Tantalizing Tuesday and you can find the list of participants here.

This time I'm sharing the beginning of a never finished old WIP called "The Bayards' House", I really mean to finish this one but it seems there is always something more pressing to write. Anyway, I should get back to it at some point. Sedana is a secondary character from Demon Soul in the Demon Series and Attic Mirror. This time, this book is more about his story.

Sedana yawned and put his feet on the floor, one after the other. It was so dark in the bedroom that he couldn’t even see them. 
His hand fumbled on his night table to get his magic wand. He grabbed and shook it to get some light but nothing came out. He shook it more energetically wondering once more why they couldn’t use their electricity to have light in the morning like normal people. 
The first time he had visited his friend's place everything had seemed so marvelous to him especially that they didn’t have to worry about being in the dark. 
Nothing came out of his wand again. He stroked the wand in his messy dark hair, generally static electricity help it to awake up in the morning. With a little bit of spit, the light finally came out. 
Sedana got up yawning once more and walked to the door. He opened it and pulled the switch on the right side. It was pretty much looking like a switch to turn on the light but a noise of something sliding on rail could be heard. Sedana hit his leg with his free hand impatiently. Why did it always have to be so slow?

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