Legacy in Blood (Book 1 of The Begotten of Old Series) Read Online Free PDF

immediately recognized that the gilded details of the palatial interior were genuine. As was, so it now seemed, the coat of arms on the front gates. It was a hereditary coat of arms, and the creatures who lived in this house appeared to be members of an ancient, noble Russian family. By some whim of fate Dalana was being sheltered by Old Russian aristocrats…who by a similar whim of fate had become vampires more than seven hundred years ago.
    “These need to be obtained immediately,” continued Dalana. “The laptop must be fully loaded.”
    At these words Filip rose from his seat and left the room. After a minute the car could be heard leaving the courtyard. The masters of this household knew what cellular phones and plasma televisions were, and what is more – they delighted in making use of all the goods of progress. But they still regarded Filip as their ‘go-to guy’ for that was what he was when, centuries ago, still a human, he sold meat pies at the local bazaar.
    “The matter of documentation must be resolved within twenty-four hours. Any documents are fine with me, even if they are obviously forged. The most important thing is that I get them as soon as possible. The only requirement I have is that the name on the passport must begin with the letter D.”
    Such an eccentric little kitty.
    Vasilisa, Lucinda’s younger sister, was not able to control her random thoughts all too well. She was an entirely spoiled young lady, though she made no attempt to hide this. With an interior smile, which none of those present could see, Dalana remembered the vampire films she had seen not that long ago on the airplane.
    You have such pretty ankles.
    Would you look at that, the girl was eyeing Dalana up and down! This little grey-eyed rogue would certainly be a worthwhile companion for what’s his name…Lestat!
    There’s a party planned for tonight.
    It was clear to Dalana that the ‘party’ would involve this child hanging around with her friends – a bunch of freshly made transmogs wheeling their way through nightclubs in an orgy of blood. Extremists.
    Would you like to come with me? It’ll be fun.
    Not likely. Dalana screwed her face up into a distasteful frown, imagining the prospect of such festivities for a second. She had come here to work, not to roam around Stockholm.
    I could show you a couple of things that would blow your mind.
    That was even less likely. Dalana was beginning to lose her temper. Transmogs always thought too much of themselves. They acquired their canines, lived for a few extra centuries and began to think they were insanely audacious. But when it came down to it, they still had to creep about in the dark to attack their victims. They did not even know how to fly. Only the Begotten of Old possessed this skill. Only they had sufficiently developed consciousnesses to raise their bodies into the air and move them through any space at their convenience. That was the entire secret of ‘vampiric flight.’
    “We’ll resolve the issue of your passport within twenty-four hours,” said Lucinda. The sour expression on her face testified to the fact that she was listening to her sister’s mental monologue.
    “Also,” Dalana said. “You will help me find more suitable accommodations.”
    “In the countryside or in Stockholm?” asked Lucinda.
    “I’ll think about it,” answered Dalana. “But I’ll decide after I see the passport.”
    “I see,” replied Lucinda, chewing her lower lip.
    She kept glancing at Vasilisa, but it seemed that her expression did not fluster the girl in the slightest.
    And why exactly the letter D?
    The little lamb was unreasonably curious.
    Show me your canines.
    STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!
    I tell you what, how about you stay out of this and stop crawling into my thoughts!
    Dalana would have preferred not to eavesdrop on family arguments, but the sisters were ‘yelling’ so loudly that any Begotten of Old would have heard them, even from a distance.
    When Nicholaus