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side fired the first shot, Dalana did not see, as she chose that moment to crash through the glass. Shards showered down in a tinkling rain, but this sound instantaneously dissolved into the bark of guns and the cries of creatures fiercely fighting for their lives.
Dalana was outside by the time the glass fell to earth, but there were humans with weapons there, too.
“Look up!” an angry howl rang out. “That cock-sucker – it’s flying! Shoot it!”
“They don’t fly!”
“Really, then what’s that? They fly! Now fire!”
Moments later, Dalana found out that the humans were using special bullets. Most likely, they used metal stakes as the foundation. A couple dozen of these bullets spitefully struck Dalana in the back. It was unfortunate: now her new suit by George Asterian was definitively ruined.
“That thing is still flying!” someone shouted through the horrifying polyphony of gunfire.
“Guys – that flier is mine!” replied a female voice.
The sound of footsteps rang out. Catch me if you can , thought Dalana. But the wave of hatred emanating from the humans was enormous. It seemed that some girl with a terrible hatred of vampires was now in pursuit of Dalana. But right now Dalana did not have the capacity to penetrate more deeply into the thoughts of her pursuer – all of her consciousness was now focused on levitating.
Dalana passed over the road and saw that she could land in a small thicket. Judging from the sounds and the scraps of thought, they were being pursued by three humans, with the girl in the lead. It was hard to fly while carrying Vasilisa. Dalana sank down to the ground.
Are you wounded? She asked as soon as their feet touched solid ground.
“No,” breathed Vasilisa. “But my car’s back there.”
Is your name on it?
“No, no,” Vasilisa stammered in fear. “It’s registered under an alias…”
THEN FORGET ABOUT IT , snapped Dalana.
The girl fell silent. She could barely keep on her feet from terror, but Dalana was in no mood to coddle her. She needed to get away from this mess, the second of the day.
The aerial route was out of the question. It was simply too difficult and insecure. That meant that they would have to run from their pursuers, but those pursuers were already extremely close. There was no helping it: she would have to fall back on the services of a local entity. Luckily, this thicket was alive, and it had a Master. Yes, here he comes, there he is.
Marisa ran, furiously clenching her jaw against the possibility that the vampire motherfucker would get away from her. As soon as she felt even the smallest hint of exhaustion, her imagination obligingly reminded her of Ruslan’s disfigured corpse, who would now be impossible to bury decently. There would be no goodbyes. The reckoning should be commensurably cruel. Not one stinking vampire would get away from them.
“Leave it!” Volsky shouted from behind her, as he began to fade from the swift chase. “There’s a house full of these bastards!”
You’re a disgrace to your badge, Pavel, thought Marisa, not slowing her pace a bit. Spite added to her strength. No matter what, she would catch this flier and its cargo.
Even if she had to chase after them the whole night.
Flying has to be more complicated than running, so it would have to run out of steam first. With this thought, Marisa ran across the road. Dead ahead lay a small forest, and Marisa knew in her gut that the fugitives were around here somewhere.
Dalana saw the Master. A large, grey-black raven with a powerful beak and blazing red eyes, he sat on a branch of a nearby tree and kept a watchful eye on his uninvited guests. Edzen-Sagan, so they would have said in Dalana’s homeland.
May no Outsiders inflict harm to Your House, O White Gentleman of the Forest, Dalana respectfully addressed the Raven.
What remains of my House these days? He replied with bitter sarcasm. Other times, other rules. What do you require, Daughter of the
Dalana was outside by the time the glass fell to earth, but there were humans with weapons there, too.
“Look up!” an angry howl rang out. “That cock-sucker – it’s flying! Shoot it!”
“They don’t fly!”
“Really, then what’s that? They fly! Now fire!”
Moments later, Dalana found out that the humans were using special bullets. Most likely, they used metal stakes as the foundation. A couple dozen of these bullets spitefully struck Dalana in the back. It was unfortunate: now her new suit by George Asterian was definitively ruined.
“That thing is still flying!” someone shouted through the horrifying polyphony of gunfire.
“Guys – that flier is mine!” replied a female voice.
The sound of footsteps rang out. Catch me if you can , thought Dalana. But the wave of hatred emanating from the humans was enormous. It seemed that some girl with a terrible hatred of vampires was now in pursuit of Dalana. But right now Dalana did not have the capacity to penetrate more deeply into the thoughts of her pursuer – all of her consciousness was now focused on levitating.
Dalana passed over the road and saw that she could land in a small thicket. Judging from the sounds and the scraps of thought, they were being pursued by three humans, with the girl in the lead. It was hard to fly while carrying Vasilisa. Dalana sank down to the ground.
Are you wounded? She asked as soon as their feet touched solid ground.
“No,” breathed Vasilisa. “But my car’s back there.”
Is your name on it?
“No, no,” Vasilisa stammered in fear. “It’s registered under an alias…”
THEN FORGET ABOUT IT , snapped Dalana.
The girl fell silent. She could barely keep on her feet from terror, but Dalana was in no mood to coddle her. She needed to get away from this mess, the second of the day.
The aerial route was out of the question. It was simply too difficult and insecure. That meant that they would have to run from their pursuers, but those pursuers were already extremely close. There was no helping it: she would have to fall back on the services of a local entity. Luckily, this thicket was alive, and it had a Master. Yes, here he comes, there he is.
Marisa ran, furiously clenching her jaw against the possibility that the vampire motherfucker would get away from her. As soon as she felt even the smallest hint of exhaustion, her imagination obligingly reminded her of Ruslan’s disfigured corpse, who would now be impossible to bury decently. There would be no goodbyes. The reckoning should be commensurably cruel. Not one stinking vampire would get away from them.
“Leave it!” Volsky shouted from behind her, as he began to fade from the swift chase. “There’s a house full of these bastards!”
You’re a disgrace to your badge, Pavel, thought Marisa, not slowing her pace a bit. Spite added to her strength. No matter what, she would catch this flier and its cargo.
Even if she had to chase after them the whole night.
Flying has to be more complicated than running, so it would have to run out of steam first. With this thought, Marisa ran across the road. Dead ahead lay a small forest, and Marisa knew in her gut that the fugitives were around here somewhere.
Dalana saw the Master. A large, grey-black raven with a powerful beak and blazing red eyes, he sat on a branch of a nearby tree and kept a watchful eye on his uninvited guests. Edzen-Sagan, so they would have said in Dalana’s homeland.
May no Outsiders inflict harm to Your House, O White Gentleman of the Forest, Dalana respectfully addressed the Raven.
What remains of my House these days? He replied with bitter sarcasm. Other times, other rules. What do you require, Daughter of the
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