Vampire "Unseen" (Vampire "Untitled" Trilogy Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

trespassing, on the run, with thousands of pounds of stolen money in his backpack. He’d lost everything but was on the cusp of building something new. This place could be a home. The carpet was sopping wet and waterlogged and the wallpaper was peeling, but it still had the potential.
    Paul worked his way down, checking the layout as he went. Small rooms with single beds, minimal furniture and a smashed lock on each door, presumably broken open by firefighters ensuring the building was clear.
    There was a communal kitchen, shower area and toilet on the second floor. He instinctively pressed the light switch on the staircase and was surprised to see the light come on. There was power. He couldn’t have hoped for better.
    The best place to build a home was the ground floor. It was a small, self-contained apartment consisting of a bedroom, lounge and kitchen that connected to the yard. The sink ran with cold water. There was no gas for the cooker, but with running water and electricity it was perfect.
    Like the burnt-out shell next door, there was a staircase leading from the kitchen to a cellar with a door at both the top and bottom. The light didn’t work down there but Paul could make out a short T shaped junction. One end led to a toilet and the other a square room with a washing machine. This had been someone’s laundry.
    “This is it, Paul,” he whispered to himself. “This is going to be home. This is where you’re going to make your plans and escape. Stay paranoid. Stay invisible. Be bold.”
    He would sleep here tonight, then tomorrow he would buy new locks and tools to make the back gate and back door accessible. He would get dry bedding and create a space to live.
    Today had been a success. He needed more days like today, more successes, a little bit of luck. If he could get that, then he could get better, get away and everything would be right with the world again.
    That is what he wanted. For everything to be all right.
    He even said it to himself. “Everything is going to be alright, Paul. Everything is going to be all right.” Best of all, he really believed it. Everything really would be all right. From here on out, it would be plain sailing.

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    Ciprian was looking for obvious English names on the mailboxes.
    “Are you sure this is the building, Mihai?” The boy nodded. It was an oppressive place, concrete and bare fluorescent striplights. A middle aged lady in a headscarf came down the stairs.
    “Buna,” she said politely on seeing his uniform.
    “Buna,” Ciprian replied. “Can you help me. I want to speak to the building supervisor. I’m looking for a man living here who may be English or American.”
    “Da,” the woman replied. Yes. “I know him, he lives upstairs. Is this about him being attacked?”
    “You know of the attack?” Ciprian asked.
    “It was right here,” she pointed to the doorway. “The day before yesterday. I came in and the Englishman was on the floor. He was attacked. Look, you can still see some blood on the wall. I helped him.”
    “Who attacked him?”
    The woman rolled her eyes. “Oh, I don’t know. A man, he came in through the doors and fought the Englishman before running away. I didn’t see him.”
    “Did he have a shaved head? About this tall?” Ciprian held out his hand to indicate height. The woman rolled her eyes to the side. She didn’t want to be involved. “Do you know where the Englishman lives, which apartment?”
    “Oh, yes. I can show you that.”
    Ciprian radioed for assistance and waited for backup. They dropped Mihai off with a social worker and then with four men in tow he made his way to the sixth floor.
    Ciprian raised his hand to knock.
    “Remember, this guy could be insane.” One of the officers commented. “You saw what he did in the forest. He cut that guy’s guts out.”
    The police officers looked to one another waiting for guidance. For the first time in his career, Ciprian withdrew his pistol. He motioned