Chapter Seventeen
Cartazonon woke, his chest pounding. He felt another power surge. Breathing deeply, he tried to pull some of the power into himself, but it had only been a dream. There was nothing in the air. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember the dream he'd been having but the images faded, and the people so blurry that he couldn’t even tell their gender. However the skyline was unmistakable; something powerful lived in San Francisco.
Getting out of bed he cursed, almost tripping over the dead body of a young boy. The boy foolishly bragged about his gift of dreaming of the future in front of Cartazonon’s assistant. She told him right away, not knowing it would lead to the boy’s death. His assistant simply thought he was eccentric and interested in the occult.
Dead brown eyes stared up at him. Long ago he would have eaten the boys’ eyes to try and gain his powers of sight. Thank goodness he didn't have to do that anymore. Picking up his phone Cartazonon texted his assistant. Get me on a plane to San Francisco as soon as possible.
Setting his phone down, he grabbed the boy’s arms and dragged him to the edge of the carpet. Flipping the carpet over revealed a trapped door. The hinges squeaked as he opened it. The barking started instantly. Cartazonon smiled and pushed the boy down the chute. "Yes, don’t worry. I have a treat for you."
Happy yips greeted the dull thump as the boy hit the floor of the Hell Hound’s cage.
With a yawn Cartazonon went back to sleep. He could usually get three to four nights of helpful dreams after feeding on the power of a Dreamer, and he wasn't about to waste a moment of it.
Chapter Eighteen
"Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living."