Those Who Dwell in Darkness by Steve McHugh EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Steve McHugh
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Oliver McCarthy had been, by his own admission, a truly terrible human
being.
He’d been a thief, a liar, a killer, and probably a few other descriptors he
couldn’t quite recall. He once bragged to a priest that he’d broken most of the
Ten Commandments, although he couldn’t remember his mother and father
enough to honour them. He was only little when they’d died.
He was twenty-nine when he became a vampire, and if he was honest, his
awfulness had only increased.
At first, he thought it was going to be the best thing that would ever
happen to him. Vampires were powerful; they were mysterious, dangerous, and
above all, sexy. It had been the mid 1960s when he’d been turned. Oliver had
been living in San Francisco at the time, taking part in free love and
counterculture. He spent his days getting high and avoiding the law, usually at
the same time. He figured that becoming a vampire would give him power to
do what he wanted.
It hadn’t turned out quite like that.
The man who had turned him, the name of whom Oliver couldn’t
remember despite having worked for him for nearly seventy years, had
promised much and delivered very little.
That wasn’t to say that his life had been awful—he’d seen the world; he’d
made a lot of money—but he was, after all these years, beholden to the man
who had made him. And would be for the rest of his unnaturally long life,
unless the man were to die, and the likelihood of a powerful vampire just
dying was infinitesimally small.
Oliver sat on the bare wooden floor of a third floor flat in Whitechapel. A
part of London once known for the murders of one deranged psychopath, and
a place that had been gentrified over the decades. Anyone who had been
around during the latter part of the nineteenth century would probably find
the place unrecognisable. Hell, Oliver had only purchased the building in the
1980s, and he found Whitechapel unrecognisable to back then.
He’d always known that he was going to need a place to go should he have
to escape. The London Borough of Tower Hamlets—which Whitechapel was a
part of—wasn’t controlled by the vampires. He’d purchased the building under
an assumed name, using cash, and rented out the bottom two floors to human
tenants who had no idea who their landlord was. The third floor was officially
an office space, although there was nothing in the flat that suggested it was
used for anything but storage.
In reality, that was exactly what it was used for. Oliver had stored his
valuables in the flat, retaining any information that he might need to save his
life one day. Using one of two safes hidden under the floorboards to keep
documents, fake passports, and cash, replacing the latter on a regular basis as
currencies or notes changed. It had taken a lot of work to maintain, to keep
hidden, but two weeks ago it had saved his life.
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