I was not attacked by my dreams again as I slept. I was awoke a little while after the sun had gone down. The streets lamps were turning on and I sighed to sit up in bed, looking at Santo still asleep, I started to think that maybe he was right, maybe I could never have him like I wanted… but to love a girl? I had never even really talked to one. Confused is too less a word… and yet, I don't think I can think of a more powerful word to go with.
Listening to the sound of the cars driving past on the road, I once again sighed, but my eyes soon landed on the television and I rubbed my head. For something that could rot and kill my mind, it was awfully small and looked fairly innocent.
Standing and careful no to wake Santo, I crossed the room to switch on this little black looking box. A buzz came at first, then a mumble of words before it was clear. A man was sitting behind a desk, talking… and talking… and talking. His lips moved so fast as he spoke about what sounded like building on fire in the city started about an hour ago. The pictures that were shown were amazing, flames of orange, yellow and red made me smile, but there was also something in them I feared. I didn't know what it was, but it made me want to run, even if it was only on this little box. The man spoke of others being caught on a camera leaving shortly before the fire was started. I narrowed my eyes to see that in the shadows there were two people… but oddly enough, they were spider thin.
"Taylor." Santo's voice came and he looked at me when he sat up, "What are you doing?"
"I'm… looking, Master." I replied, but my eyes never left the television.
"Taylor, you know I do not like you to watch things like this." He told me and sighed, getting up from the bed and walking to my side, he placed his hand on my shoulder, but didn't turn off the television just yet, he watched it with me. "The news… Could have been worst." he said.
"How so?" I questioned. "Worst?"
"For you to turn on the television in a motel and actually find the news on, that is more than a miracle." he smiled a little. "What's going on then?" he asked.
"Well, there's a fire, it was lit not long ago."
"Yes, lit." I said, nodding my head. "It wasn't an accident…" I replied, then pointed to the television as another flash back of the two thin figures leaving the building were climbing out of a window.
Santo tilted his head a little and narrowed his eyes when the news reporter said that the figures were holding knives. "They are not knives." he muttered, placing his hand on his chin. "Talons." he stated.
"How do you know, Master?" I asked quietly, looking to his face that seemed to be fixed on the television. The picture wasn't clear at all, just two thin people making their way away from the building before a loud bang was heard and flames burst from four windows up stairs.
"Just a… feeling." he replied under his breath. "This building looks an awful lot like…" he stopped as the camera moved to show the front of the building, it looked like a small block of flats with only about eight rooms in. He sighed and placed his hand on his forehead, closing his eyes. I knew something was wrong, and as I turned my head to the sight on the television again. I watched as three people were seen coming out. Firemen carried two and another fireman was helping a male to walk.
"Look, Master." I said, watching the people as the camera closed in on them, I froze to see that the one walking with the firemen's help was Amiel.
Even Santo knew whom he was. Amiel was badly burnt, his face was red, but he still managed to push the camera from his face, not wishing to be seen. His fingers looked sore and his arms were red raw. He was placed in one of two ambulances.
The other two were another male and a female. The camera showed the female as she was laid on a stretcher and put in the back of an ambulance, they tried to get her to breathe.
"Emily." Santo told me, touching the screen as it showed the girl in the back of the ambulance. Then it switched to the male that was sat in the back of the first ambulance with Amiel. This male was finely built. He looked like he could have won many fights. But now he seemed helpless to the smoke in his lungs. His eyes kept rolling back and his head dropped to the side.
"Radley." Santo said and shook his head.
"You know them?" I asked. "How?"
"They were your fathers friends. Well, Radley was a cousin. Emily was just a friend… trust me, you don't want to get on their bad sides." he said, shaking his head. "Taylor, I think I know whom set the building alight." He started, but looked at the flames. "There are clans in the city. I think it was the Harlin clan."
"How can you be sure?" I asked.
"I can't, of course, but the thin figures, they look alien-like… they have talons, I do not believe that the picture was of men holding knives." he told me as together we watched the firemen try and battle the flames with their huge hoses.
Santo turned the television off. "We must make a move." he said, then thought. "Another taxi, maybe, but then again… would it be wise?" he questioned himself.
"Master, can you tell me more of the clan?" I cut in, turning to face him.
"Harlin?" he asked. "They are an odd bunch of people, now, it's a good thing to have them on your side."
"What are they?" I asked.
"A group of vampires, though I fear that they will be the weirdest group you've ever seen. They are not of normal form, long, thin…they sneak about and can hide in shadows perfectly. They have long talon like claws on each finger. And their eyes are something you'll never forget."
"Eyes?" I said, thinking. "… Why, Master?"
"Their eyes are either bright green or yellow. If they can't see clear enough, their eyes open wider and then their sight can cut through the darkness and will see as clear as day… There are many strange things in this world, Taylor, the Harlin clan are one of them."
"Bright eyes… but, where do the hide? They can't live among people, can they?"
"Oh no, not people. They used to, they would tie a black band around their eyes to make them seem blind. Then they would have a blanket around their shoulders to look like hunched over homeless people. But this was stopped by the vampire that now owns your mothers clan. It's frowned upon to wear the black band."
"And why is that?"
"The vampire Reeve wears the black band, it is his trademark, if you understand… the Harlin mocked Reeve as he was part of the group in which made most choices. They believed that he shouldn't be allowed to, as he could not even see what was going on around him. But, Taylor, if you ever meet Reeve, you listen to him. He knows far more than most, even if he is blind."
"Yes, Master." I said, but questioned him again. "But, Master, if the black band was banned from the Harlin… then isn't the owner of my mothers clan good?"
"No." Santo answered. "But, it's best you do not mention my opinion to others."
"I will not say a word." I said, thinking about telling him about my dream, but then thought it best not to.. "Where are we going to go?"
"I still think we should go to James." Santo said to me and walked towards the door. "I will call another taxi." he said, and with that, he left the room and I was left with the turned off television.