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

returns I will tell him everything. EVERYTHING. Do you understand? About your debts and about the cocaine in your bedroom.
    Boring old cow.
    Shameless hussy.
    Apparently, the third member of their family, the elder brother, was called Nicholaus.
    Prude.
    GET OUT OFT HERE! GET OUT NOW!
    To the Dalana’s astonishment, Vasilisa did indeed get up and walk out of the room.
    I’ll be seeing you.
    That last was addressed to Dalana – the girl winked at her in her mind’s eye. Of course, she enjoyed behaving willfully, but she didn’t dare rebel against her elder sister entirely.
    “Forgive her, please,” Lucinda said apologetically. “She’s gotten completely out of hand in the last thirty years. Such are the times.” She raised her hands, unable to voice her thoughts further.
    She’s even more difficult with you around, she thought to herself and immediately flushed bright red, perceiving that Dalana had heard her thought.
    The situation was becoming awkward.
    “Perhaps you would like to rest from your trip?”
    And Dalana had to find some way of extracting herself from it.
    “I suppose,” consented Dalana.
    Lucinda led her to a spacious, comfortable bedroom. The majority of the Begotten of Old relaxed, when they needed to, beyond the framework of everyday human experience. But transmogs were still humans, or rather, their patterns of thought had been formed while they were still human, which is why they almost always set up bedrooms in their dwellings.
    “The sooner I receive my passport, the sooner I will leave your house,” said Dalana. “The name can be anything, just so long as you fulfill my requirements.”
    “Most assuredly,” answered Lucinda. “Please let us know if you need anything else. Sleep well.”
    And she left.
    In the depths of her soul, Dalana did not really despise the transmogs, as did many of her kinsmen; instead, she pitied them. They were miserable creatures, not completely human, not completely vampire. All the more so since many of them were transformed into this borderline state against their will. Excommunicates from the human world, transmogs were never fully admitted into the world of the Begotten of Old, and so all the secrets of that world were unrevealed to them.
    Each of the first names on Dalana’s numerous forged passports began with the same letter as her real name. In the Classical Period, the Athenians had known her as Despina. During the times when documents were still not required, some Begotten of Old had assumed names and used them for many centuries, if not millennia. Now everything was different. One thing remained constant – the First Letter of the Name. The ancient shamans knew of the enormous power that resided in the Names of all the living creatures in the Cosmos. Dalana’s requirement that her passport name begin with the letter D ensured that the ancient magic imprisoned in her Name would not be destroyed.
    There was nothing to do while she waited for her documents and the other items Filip had left to obtain, and Dalana despised idleness more than all else on this earth. She glanced out the window, and decided that it would be a good idea to take a better look at the lands surrounding the house. It turned out that there was even a forest. A dying forest, to be sure, but a forest nonetheless. All the Creatures which had inhabited the forest since time immemorial had been forced to abandon it when humans had begun to take a fancy to this picturesque corner of the Stockholm region. Soon the humans constructed a slew of their destructive gated communities, but strangely they did not completely destroy the forest.
    And yet Dalana felt that someone was still living in this deserted and almost completely dead forest. She wondered who it could be.
    Outside, evening was already settling in. But dark came quite slowly in these long August evenings, and Dalana would be at great risk of being seen by the human inhabitants of the community. She could well imagine the