We left later that week, heading down the Great Trade Route back to the tent city of Phoenix. We got there relatively quickly, thankfully without any issues this time. When we reached the city, we were greeted by what I can only describe as a SAMAS in the Glitterboy metallic plating. As it turned out it was the same boy that Wade had trained the last time we were here. Somehow he had found a way to cover that SAMAS unit…
Anyway, he insisted that he show something to Wade, and the two of them took off into the desert. Saruman followed but I don’t think they realized he followed them. So while we waited for them to return, the rest of us waited. Everything seemed to be fine with the town this time. I helped out when I could, but there really wasn’t much to do.
Wade and the boy, I think his name was George, disappeared for the rest of the night, so I simply lay down and went to bed.
That night, I had my first vision in a month. I was looking through someone else’s eyes. I was looking down an Aztec pyramid, the sky dark and filled with clouds. In the distance I see two ley lines, before the person turns to look around and there is a third ley line, directly behind them. Then they turn back around, and a large inky black orb descended into view. I got this weird feeling that this… Thing was evil, intelligent… Powerful… The person who I’m viewing from lifts up a sword that looked almost as if someone had taken the night sky and made it into a blade. What I really noticed was the person’s hands. They belonged to a woman, the skin was naturally tan. My attention went back to the black orb as a rift opened. I had a feeling that thing had opened it. Slowly, from the open portal, demons stepped out, eager for the prospect of battle. The woman turned, our view going down the pyramid, and I was gripped in horror. Legions of vampires were climbing the sides of the pyramid, attempting to reach this woman. There must have been thousands. Two tentacles appeared, fang mouths at the ends, appear and attack the woman, grabbing her.
That was the last image I saw before I woke up the next morning, covered in a cold sweat.
We set off as soon as we could, traveling south to the forbidding lands of Mexico. I sat in the APC, thinking about my vision and the fate of my cousin. He had disappeared months ago and I didn’t even know if he was still alive, but I wasn’t going to stop until I had proof. W
We had been on the road for several hours before we hit a last town before we really got into Mexico. Pulling to a stop, we asked the people if they had any maps of Mexico, even if they were old. Thankfully they did and while they were getting the maps for us, I asked the head of the town if they had seen my cousin before he went down south.
After a moment, they returned with a canister, like one of the ones where a letter was put in and it would fly after a destination was put in. Opening it, I looked inside to find a letter from Erin Tarn. As I read the letter, I really didn’t know what to feel. The letter was talking about wild vampire and secondary and even master vampires… And cities…
I turned to the woman. “I need to send this out; it has important information that needs to be made known!”
“Well… I really can’t just give it away, it’s an actual letter from Erin Tarn…” she said quietly. “But, I’ll sell it for 500 credits.”
I took out one of my credit sticks and gave it to her. “Here, there should be about 800 on there.” I said. Saruman decided to walk over, towering over everyone in his dragon form. I think if he hadn’t handed the woman a gem the size of her fist, everyone in the town would have freaked out.
My attention immediately went back to the canister. I read the message a last time and then wrote a short message of my own.
I found this right before heading into Mexico. I haven’t found anything else proving Winslow and Erin are alive or dead, but as soon as I can find out, I will find a way to contact you. – Rayne Thorpe
Finishing, I typed in Lazlo’s coordinates and set the canister down and stood back. The thing took off like a rocket, and sped in Lazlo’s direction. Thanking the locals, we headed south, determined to get as far as possible before the night set in.
My visions had been getting stronger and more frequent the farther into Mexico. I finally saw who this woman was. She was stunning and just by watching her through theses visions, I learned more about the vampires. I learned how to tell wilds from secondaries vampires, and how to defeat them. In one of my visions, she was talking to a man, calling him Hermes, like to Greek god, but he didn’t look anything like the stories. He looked like a biker, but he did have winged sandals. Honestly I don’t know, but he and the woman were talking and she was explaining how the only way to get to their destination was by land. What really caught my attention was the last part of their conversation.
“No, she needs to come down and rescue her mother; otherwise that old fart will never accept her as his granddaughter.” Said the woman.
“I’ll go let her know then.” Said the name named Hermes. He got onto a motorcycle and drove off into a ley line and disappeared. The woman turned around right as a vampire leapt at her and using the same night sky sword from earlier, turned the vampire to ash. In the distance, I could see even more vampires approaching, their eyes hungry.