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you could do it after the show instead. That would be equally awesome,
of course. And so now on with our story, and this time we
take up the tale of Damo Sullivan, who didn't want to be a vampire
but now is. And he probably never foresaw a time when he'd be living
in a once rat infested subterranean apartment over a disused London underground station, either
with a vampire lady. But you know, when life gives you lemons,
I'll hand you over now to myself from twenty seventeen, giving the episode recap
from the original Patreon podcast of this episode, which at Patreon is Underwood Flinch
Underground, episode thirty two. But here, of course it's intenibrius, isn't
it. Yes, thank you now. This episode then takes up Demo's story
immediately after the end of episode twenty nine. You may remember, at the
end of the chase through Hoburn Underground Station, Demo fled from David and his
other pursuers by running into a train tunnel. David went after him, catching
up with him in the tunnel, and the two of them then got up
to date with each other's news in the brief time that they had before the
police came into the tunnel after David. David gave himself up to them,
which allowed Damo a chance to run off down the tunnel because you know,
the police weren't looking for him because nobody had seen him go in there,
and so that said, now it's time to go back to that tunnel and
to catch up with dam O'Sullivan northbound on the Piccadilly Line in Underwood and Flinch
season five in Tanner Bress, written and reformed for podcast by Mike Bennett.
This podcast as intended for an adult audience listener. Discretion is advised. Episode
two, Damo ran into the tunnel with voices echoing behind him, policemen barking
orders at David to get down on his knees. No one was calling after
him to stop, and he was hopeful that everyone's attention was focused on Flinch.
Up ahead, he saw another set of tracks branching into view from the
right a junction. He ran on through the narrow tunnel, which suddenly opened
out into a much wider, larger tunnel with a high vaulted ceiling. Deimo
glanced back to see where these new tracks had come from, and saw a
second tunnel entrance, almost exactly like the one he had just emerged from.
He crossed over to the entrance to the new tunnel, standing between its rails
and gazing into its depths. Where did this one go south? No,
Hoban was to the south, but this one was beside it. So his
deliberations were interrupted by a flash of light from the tunnel leading back to Hobn.
He flung himself against the wall between the two tunnel mouths and listened voices.
Two men light flashed out of the tunnel, again the erratic sweeping beam
of a flashlight. The voices were growing louder as the men drew nearer.
He could hear snatches of what they were saying. They were talking about Flinch,
about lasers, no tasers. Then Daimo realized the men weren't looking for
him. They were looking for a weapon, something David might have tried to
dispose of. They were speculating about just how far he could have thrown a
gun or knife to avoid being caught carrying. Now he could hear clearly the
crunching of their feet on the stones that bedded the railway sleepers. A circle
of white light glanced momentarily over the rails, flowing away into the wide,
high ceiling tunnel. Whether they were looking for him or not, Daimo knew
that if he continued to run in that direction, they'd spot him for shore,
so his only choice was to take the new tunnel to his right.
Like the tunnel back to Hoburn, it was only just bigger than the height
and width of a train. If he ran in there and a train were
to rush upon him, there'd be precious little space to get out of the
way. But what choice did he have. He sidestepped right and into it,
listening keenly for the distant rumble and roar of on rushing steel, But
there was nothing except the sound of the ever approaching copse in the other tunnel.
Damo crossed himself and started running, keeping close to the wall and jogging
at an easy pace, all the while listening intently ahead. Once he had
gone about thirty meters, he glanced back over his shoulder. The policemen had
emerged from the Hoburn Tunnel and now stood with their backs to him, their
flashlight beams dancing over the two sets of tracks ahead of them. They'd gone
as far as they were going to go and would be turning back any moment.
Daim O sprinted on until he was beyond the reach of any flashlight,
then stopped to rest. From far behind him, distant but audible, came
a platform announcement from Hoburn. The announcer apologized for the delay and said that
all northbound services would be resumed in five minutes, So that must be why
this tunnel was so quiet. Obviously, services had been suspended on this line
too, since it also ran to the north. That meant he had five
minutes to get to the next station. After that, he'd be playing chicken
with the trains. He was about to run on when he heard a loud
squeak at his feet. He looked down to see a pair of rats on
the other side of the tracks, watching him, not with passing interest,
as they might have done if they were busy foraging for food, but actively
observing him. He remembered how rats had behaved around Rose, and his skin
crawled hard fellaw yub bollocks. What the fuck are you looking at? One
of the rats squeaked again, as if in reply, Is that right?
He said, Well, as much as I'd like to stand around chat with
you all night, I have to get going before a train comes along and
pebble dashes the wall with me. He gave the rats a parting nod,
wished them a cursory go lock, and ran on. The darkness in the
tunnel was not absolute. Every thirty meters or so he passed a single white
light on the wall. They didn't achieve much in the way of illumination.
Demo thought their purpose was likely to give the train drivers a sense of the
gradually curving tunnels ahead, and although his vampire eyes didn't need them to see.
When the next light came into view, he stopped. At the edge
of its glow. Was the flat face of a tube train, still and
silent, its head lights and front windows dark. Cautiously, Daimo walked on
the walls of the tunnel behind it were also dark, so no light emanated
from the carriages. He wondered if the train's driver could be waiting up the
remaining few minutes of the service shut down in the dark. No. While
it was conceivable that he would have killed the engine, there was no way
he would have turned out the lights for the whole train. The passengers would
have gone totally ape shit. But no one was going ape shit, totally
or otherwise. The train was as quiet as the grave. As he grew
nearer, he saw that it was older rolling stock than the trains currently in
service. The driver's cab, the lower half of which was painted red,
the upper half gray, at two windows separated by a single door between them.
Above this, the letterbox window to announce the train's destination, was empty.
Last train to nowhere, he murmured. The cab appeared to be empty.
Demo walked up to the train and touched the door, his fingers smooth
and clean lines in thick dust. There was no step up, but there
were handles either side of the door. Deimo put his foot on the coupling
block where another carriage could be attached, then caught hold of a handle to
pull himself up. He tried the door and to his surprise, it swung
open smoothly on well oiled hinges. He entered the cab. It smelt musty
inside, nift for signs of recent human habitation, but there was only stale
air with a hint of engine oil. He had the impression that the train
hadn't been used for some time, yet when he ran a finger over the
control console, it came away clean, no dust, so it must still
be in service. The driver's access door to the carriages was open, and
Daimo went through. The first thing that struck him was the old style wooden
floor. He hadn't seen one like that for decades. Likewise, the upholstery
of the seats that faced each other across the aisle orange and brown, check
straight out of the seventies. Above them, the ads over the windows featured
the fonts, faces, and fashions of the late eighties or early nineties.
The whole train was like a museum piece abandoned down over twenty odd years,
though it wasn't abandoned clearly, because the interior was relatively clean. He noticed
some of the black plastic armrests of the seats were grayed by a thin film
of dust, while others were dust free. Some seats had been used,
others not. It was weird. Maybe London underground workers used it as a
tea room or something, or maybe homeless people slept in it. Jesus he
certainly would have done if he'd known it had been here before he found rows.
Then, through the windows of the doors connecting the carriages, he noticed
light further ahead in the train. It wasn't bright, and it wasn't internal.
It seemed to be emanating from outside. Could it be a platform?
He moved quickly through the carriages until in the fourth he stepped into a dull,
almost brown light seeping in through the dust caked windows. It ran the
whole length of the carriage and beyond. Again, he wondered if the train
might be standing alongside a platform. He went to the nearest passenger doors and
pushed the exit button, but nothing happened, obviously, he thought, since
there was no power, he looked around for something to prize the doors apart
with, but there was nothing useful. Then he remembered his new strength.
Maybe he could force them open with his bare hands. He pressed his hands
flat against the doors, with his finger tips meeting over the crack between them
and was about to start pulling when suddenly there was a hum of power throughout
the train. The lights flickered and came on, including the light of the
exit button. Damo whirled around and faced back the way he had come.
Someone must have entered the driver's cab after him. His immediate thought was that
the police had followed him aboard, but would they have known how to power
up the train, and maybe they had a driver with them. Not I
it was the two guys who'd been searching the main tunnel after him. So
who then? Just an ordinary train driver getting ready for a night's work on
this thing? No, he muttered, unless he's driving it down to Fecon
Tine Tunnel to nineteen ninety four. He listened for voices, but there was
only silence. Then the train jolted into motion. He stumbled, catching one
of the hand holds that hung from the ceiling, and spun around to face
the direction. The train was now slowly moving. But this was the wrong
way. The driver's cab was back there. They should be heading north,
So unless the driver had fitted wing mirrors to the train and was driving it
in reverse, there had to be another cab at the other end. Now
the train was beginning to pick up speed. A curtain of darkness was drawn
over the windows as they glided into the tunnel. Dam looked through the connecting
carriage doors for signs of life, but as far as he could make out,
the carriages ahead were as deserted as the one they stood in. So
if it wasn't a passenger service, where were they going? Maybe a depot
or train yard somewhere they kept old rolling stock. He decided to continue through
the train, though he had only reached the end of the carriage when the
wine of the engine dropped a pitch and the wheels began to squeal. They
were slowing down. Then the darkness outside vanished as they emerged into a station.
This place was well lit, and through the crust of dust on the
windows, he could see the dark shapes of posters and signs sliding past outside.
As the train eased to a halt, Demo stepped warily back from the
doors with a hiss. They parted to reveal an empty platform straight ahead.
Painted on the wall a large London Underground roundel, its red circle bisected horizontally
with the blue stripe that bore the station's name in bold white lettering Aldwitch.
Oldwitch was the station under Rose's house. He went to the doors and looked
out along the platform. It was deserted in both directions. He looked around.
The walls were a yellowing cream, sectioned into large rectangles by lines of
bottle green tiles. The decorps curved over the train and down the other side.
Like many of London's older stations, the station was itself a tunnel,
a tunnel higher and wider than the train tunnel, with a platform on one
side and a spine of fluorescent tubes running along the ceiling the length of the
tracks. Posters ran sporadically the length of the wall ahead of him. One
spoke of a government evacuation scheme, another of how even in wartime Bachelor's canned
fruits and vegetables were always ready, always welcome wartime posters, yet curiously they
looked relatively new. He stepped out onto the platform, looking as he did
to the front of the train for any sign of the driver. Hullo.
He called for a few long moments. There was no reply. Then the
doors of the final carriage sighed open and the driver stepped out. She was
wearing the raincoat and boots she'd had on the first time he met her,
and as she turned to face him, he saw she wasn't smiling. Rose,
he said, a smile hanging awkwardly on his face. Jesus, you
have me going there for a minute, girl, I shot back. There
you were the coppers, and very well I could have been, she said.
Her tone was cold, with a hard edge. You've controlled anger.
What do you mean, he asked innocently. I mean you've almost caught by
the police. You almost led them here to me. Ah. No,
Rose, I'd never ha done that, but you did, Damien almost.
He cocked his head, puzzled. How would you know that, because,
she said, walking slowly towards him. I followed you you were you thought
you were so silent, didn't you? But I know the sounds off my
home, and when I hear the door of the elevator shaft close and wake
to find you gone. What am I to think that I am the one
night stand for you? She stopped, a carriage length between them. No
not if you've were what you said, you've were a new born vampire.
If this were true, I thought to myself, then he needs me so
vere Do you go so secret in the night. Maybe you don't need me
after all. I think. Maybe you are not what you say you are.
Oh Rose, come on, you can't fake being a second vampire.
No, but are you really the poor strays that needs my help or are
you some kind of predator? A predator you think what that I'd hurt you?
Jeez, Rose, why the fuck would I do that? I don't
know, damn it, she shouted. I don't know why you sneak out
on me like this. Maybe you go to kill again. This London vampire
is all you, no one else. Maybe you are not the clueless neophyte
you pretend, but one of the vampires who roams the world, killing and
moving on to the next town or the city country. And so I follow
you. I follow you all the way to Daniel's house in Bloomsbury Square.
Well there you go. You see, I'm not cought about what I am.
I'm exactly what I said he was. Look, Rose, Dan and
I just wanted to go and see on the wood on my own. Why,
I don't know. I just wanted to talk to him, didn't I
man to man like in the same way as I imagine you're going to want
to speak to him when you get the chance. Roy, didn't you do
this in secret without telling me where you are going? I just wanted to
keep it simple, you know. I wasn't planning on being gone long,
and I am sure you did not plan on the suld things of family that
live in the house and then go running out visit in Trudeau alarms, screaming
after you Isia. No, obviously I didn't. That was an accident.
I thought to woman was his maid or housekeeper or something, and maybe him
and Flinch were somewhere inside, and so you tried to fascinate her and then
go blundering in. Oh, she threw up her hands. Sis, who
would have made the most excellent impression was Underwood? I'm sure? Well what
was I supposed to do? She wasn't listening to me, so I don't
think she could even understand half of what I was saying. I say,
it was just easier and quieter to do it that way, hah, quieter
than what the bull in the china shop. Look, it was all going
just fine until the second husband turned up. Then she wakes from a fascination
and goes to set the second alarm off. Yes, she wakes from the
fascination because you do not know what you are doing, and who sets off
the alarm is not important. The end result is the same. The police
come and you have left people behind who can identify you. This is what
matters. So what I should have killed him? Is that what you're saying?
No, I am saying you should never have gone in the first place.
But oh, this is not chaos enough for you yet, is it,
Damien? Oh no, you have more to make Next you get yourself
chased into the hobn stationed by an angry mob. And now, Rose,
that's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't there There was only a few of
them, And anyway, that really wasn't my fault. I just like the
intruder alarm. None of it is your fault. You are blameless, a
victim of circumstance. Actually, yeah, I am, he said, hands
on hips and chest puffed out in defiance. I didn't sign up for any
of this shit. I'm a fucking victim. Remember. How you came to
be what you are is one thing. How you live with what you are
is another. You are careless, reckless, a danger to yourself and to
me. Look I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean for any of this
to happen. I was just he sighed. It's like I don't want to
be asking you to do everything for me, you know, like you'm a
fecking Ma'm holding the hand. He walked over to stand close before her.
I'm a grown man, Rose, and he used to doing things himself,
to standing on my own two feet, he shrugged. So, yeah,
I fucked up. The house was a complete balls up the station. Well,
if you were following me, you're the scene for yourself. I was
spotted. I don't know how close you were or how much you saw.
I saw enough. Did you Did you see me by the flowers? She
frowned, What outside, Hobin? Did you see me by the flowers?
What does this matter? They were for you? He smiled. Sure,
I dropped them in all their ruckus, but the thought was there. And
so what I'm supposed to be touched? You brings the police to my door
and these flowers make it? Okay? Ah, come on, Rose,
I didn't bring anyone to your door. Look around, He held his arms
wide. You see any police. I've seen plenty of them all chasing you,
but they're not here now are they. I gave them the slip,
and anyway, they weren't even chasing me. They was chasing after Flinch flinch.
Roses eyes narrowed. The man who's botted you? Who started the chase?
This was ars The's sun He nodded. Yeah, you didn't know.
Of course I didn't. How am I supposed to know this? Well,
you seem to know everything else has happened so far. I was not sitting
on your shoulders, Damien. I was following at the distance. I got
as close as I can. But at the station you almost got away from
me. Did you get down to the platform. No. By the time
I got there, they were not letting anyone through. But people were talking,
Passengers from the train coming out, saying how a man had run in
front of the train and into the tunnel. From this, I knew where
you were going. I have a key to the doors of the disused platforms
at Hoburn. One of these platforms is where you found this, She indicated
the train. I was coming through it to catch up with you on the
Piccadilly line, but then I see you coming down the tunnel towards me.
She thought you'd take me for a ride. Did you give me a little
scare like? She smiled scare? No, I thought I would take you
from the Hobborn platforms in case your screams carried. Oh yeah, see you
were thinking of doing me inn were you? They was taking precautions A difficult
concept for you to grasp by, No, but hopefully someday you've learned,
he smiled, on hearing they may still have a future together. Not wanting
to Bush's luck, he shifted the conversation to the train. I see,
and so you whisked me away in this then? Yes, it is my
train, not really mine, but I like to drive it. Sometimes it
is used by the emergency services for practice trills. They and the film crews
who use the place from time to time. You remember I told you this
it was a detailed demo. Had forgotten? Ah? He gestured to the
posters on the wall. So that's what these are props? Yeah, as
they changed them, of course with each production. But these ones, I
like, say, remind me of my youth. WHI arte looked a bit
fresh. So who taught you how to drive the train? Then? One
of the former station masters? Station masters? This place has a boss,
of course, who do you think keeps it operational. I didn't think it
was operational for the transport. No, it isn't. But as I said,
the emergency services the film cruise, but is still a busy place.
The current station master is Barry. He is nice. You will like him.
You mean to eat or as a person, she chuckled. I mean
as a person. I don't eat Barry or Mac or any of their predecessors.
So I'm guessing the Barry is fascinated, is he? Oh? Yes,
very deeply. So does he know you live here? Yes? So
he forgets me as soon as I leave him and remembers me immediately the next
time we meet Jesus, does he not get confused? No, he is
fascinated. There is no confusion. Then it is done correctly. Is that
a dig of me? Yes, of course it is fair enough. So
tell me what happened to Flinch The cops guard him? Oh, Rose rolled
her eyes. It's okay. He's not going to tell him nothing. I
spoke to him in the tunnel. He came in after me, and you
let him catch you. Yeah, there were no police in there, and
I wanted to hear what he had to say. So what did he have
to say plenty. First off, there's been another vampire killing outside of London
there Brydon, and Flinch's girlfriend was the victim. What a vampire killed David
Flinch's girlfriend. Well, actually no, there's a bit more to it than
that. The vampire made her a vampire and left her there to attack him,
presumably to make David Wane as well. Rose was stunned. This is
not done vampires, not harm as a vampires or the Guardians. It is
not our way. Yeah, Flinch told me there's some kind of cold,
right, Well, there's at least one vampire that doesn't give a shit about
your cold. At first, Flinch thought it was Underwood, But when he
worked out that I he could still be above ground, he thought it could
be me. Wait, she held up a hand. Why would he think
Underwood did it? Would he not know? Was he not together? No,
he said, he stopped. He hadn't had a chance to think about
how he should break the news of Underwood's death to her. What did he
say, Rose, I'm sorry, but he said, Andrewood is dead.
At first Rose didn't react. She merely looked at him as if he had
spoken to her in a foreign language. Daniel dead. That's what David said.
He said he died killing Lydia, David's sister, the one who turned
me into a vampire. He took her up on to the rooftop of the
nightclub and out into the sunlight. And well, I I guess he wanted
to be sure he went with her. But this is suicide. At this,
Rose shook her head in fat as if the very idea were absurd.
No, this is not Daniel. He would never do such a thing.
But that's the way it looked to David. He said he found there burnt
clothes and stuff. But this happens when we change suddenly without taking off the
clothes, the heat from the change it burns them. Daniel Olvays is losing
his suits. This way, he must have flown away, you mean as
a bat and the sunshine and the Spanish sunshine. At that. He has
cheated death in stranger ways than this, Damien. No, I do not
believe it. This David flinch from what you say. It sounds like he
didn't see it happen. No, he didn't, but he believes he's dead,
or at least he did. When he told me. I was like
you, I didn't buy it at all, and I still don't. I
mean, boy's Underwood stuff coming here from Spain if he's dead, who moves
house after they die? Apparently the sect, that crowd of Underwoods they told
David was in his will or something. But that sounds like a load of
bollocks to me. Would have been the point of it. No, I
reckon Underwood's alive, and I reckon he's here in London, but for some
reason he doesn't want David to know about it. Now. I couldn't say
where he is, but sure it wouldn't be difficult. You said he's got
lots of houses here, right, Rose nodded, Yes, he does.
Well, there he go. Then I'd say he's hiding in one of them.
And so you think that Daniel is this London vampire, the messy fool
who leaves the body and the skip. I don't know. Maybe he's got
his reasons, did it that way on purpose, like you know, as
part of a ruse? Whither that or he's not a London vampire at all?
And Lydia is Lydia? Rose frowned. You think this is possible?
Sure? Why not neither of him left the corpse no, did they.
Rose considered for a moment, then nodded, Yeah, it could be.
She would be a neo fight like you and has a bungalow. And also,
there is no faith that Daniel would have attacked David Flinch's girlfriend, not
for that very very good reason. And from what you say of Thiss Flinch,
it's none. He is loyal, likes the dog. Yeah, but
I'll tell you what, Lydia would have no trouble at all attacking her.
She's evil, proper evil. I always knew there was something a bit off
about her, you know, but tell you the truth, I kind of
liked it. She was always sort of sexy. Rose's eyes darkened. Daima
held up his hands. Not that she beat my type, mind you.
I'm speaking purely objectively here, because it could be relevant. You know,
sexiness is not relevant, Damien. I am all of the sexiness you need,
Oh god, Yeah, absolutely good. And so is this Lydia.
She is also the one who stole Daniel's blood to make herself a vampire.
Yeah, and she was gonna kill David but ended up killing me instead.
Rose nodded, yeah, she is, as you say, proper evil.
I think you are right do Yeah, it makes better sense than anything else.
And she is the daughter of Usa, which alone is enough. Your
friend, David, he is the apple who falls far from the tree.
But Lydia, she raised a finger. This is our London vampire. She
turned sharply and started towards the exit at the far end of the platform.
Come, why come, she called, without turning. Demo started after her.
So does this mean that I'm out of the doghouse? Rose stopped and
looked back over her shoulder. Doghouse I mainly is still mad of me?
Of course I am. But this can wait. There are now more important
things to be mad at, and we must go go where Underwood's houses.
We need to know for certain whether he is dead or alive. So we're
going out. Rose. You know the police could be looking for me,
don't you, Shun. I at least change my clothes. Do not worry
about clothes. No one will see you. How come are we taking a
cab? Not, Emien. We do not need a cab. We have
vampires. Yeah, but that doesn't make us invisible, does it. We
can be seen. There's CCTV everywhere. Seriously, at least let me get
a hat or something. From Underwood's wardrobe. Rose laughed, you think you
would be less conspicuous in a shiny top hat. She was now at the
end of the platform, where she went up a short flight of concrete steps
to a door marked no access. She took out her keys and unlocked it,
pushing it open to reveal a dark passageway. Do not worry so CCTV
will not see you. They most stopped at the bottom step. Why because
from what I've seen, it's not like it is in the movies. I've
seen my reflection plenty of times. I'm guessing cameras are the same, aren't
they. They are. They can see you, but only if you're on
the street, and tonight we will not be. She extended her hand to
him. I have to say, Rose O, I don't understand at all
if we're not taking a cab and we're not walking where the folk are we?
Rose took his hand. We are in the sky, Damien. We
are in the sky, and so Damo and Rose are sky bound destination Lord
Underwood. But not next time, Listeners, for next time, we go
back in time and back to Spain, to where Lydia and her newly turned
vampire cohort, Miguel returned to al Massina, to where Gerald and Cynthia Benson
greedily await her dark gift. So join me next time for episode three of
Underwood and Flinch season five. The music you're listening to is Ahmad Amor by
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