Forgotten past

39

I was in a frantic state after my descent into hell but Michael was gently and kind helping me up laying me on the leather couch in the library.
"I did it."
He smiles at me crouching down so his face was opposed to mine.
"Yes you did. I have to arrange our travels and precautions for tomorrow when we leave. I will be back lena." He says as he stands back up leaving the library.

I lay amongst the couch my palm over my head trying to comprehend what I had just experienced.
It took it out of me, it's the hardest thing I've ever done. I tried to figure out why my personal hell was like that it made sense in a way.

The energy drained from the seven wonders was taking its toll as I felt my eyelids grow heavier I fell into a deep sleep.

A slow caressing on my forearm awoke me.
My eyes open to Michael crouched by my side.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better."
He chuckles putting his hands on his knees allowing him to stand back up.
He stands towering over me as I shift sitting up right on the couch. He peers down at me his eyes swimming in lust as he looks down at me.

The moment was silent but it felt like a million words were being said.
His face reaches my cheek and the other gripping my hand.
My face was straight in line with his crotch but my eyes were focused on his eyes. His hand that had mine in his grip slowly he placed it on the buckle of his belt.

Pressing my hand against his dick through his trousers, as he does so his head rolls back a little I feel myself grow weak just under his touch. His hand still on mine guides it rubbing my hand on his clothed member which was already rock solid.

He exhales his eyes closed. I take the initiative in the moment reaching out my other hand to unbuckle his belt but when I reach his belt his head snaps back to me.

"Dinner lena lets go." He turns around sharply his long hair flowing as he does so. And there I sat flustered and anticipated. After a few seconds I collect myself and follow through to the dining room.

Dinner was pretty boring all Michael spoke about was the safety precautions of travelling and what we were going to tell the outpost.
"Now lena ms mead does not know who we are okay? She will but not yet not until I decide. They will respect us and quite frankly fear us. They think their life is in our hands. We will leave first thing in the morning it's back at Hawthorne in California so an hour drive from here."
"Hawthorne!? Your old academy."
He chuckles "yes."
"Wow"
I finish my food and so does Michael I was expecting from now on to be sharing a room so I waited in angst for him to say something.

"Okay lena. Get some rest Emma will fetch you in the morning." He dismisses already getting up to leave.
What the fuck...
I was disappointed the way he spoke of me and how he missed me it sure didn't seem like it.
"Night then." I say my tone slightly pissed off as I watch him walk away.

He reacts in no way so I trudge up to my room.
So he wants to play the cold shoulder all the sudden? Alright then so be it.

The next morning was a little hectic Emma had bought me only an apple for breakfast in my room as we were in a hurry.  I tried to cram a few dresses into a small bag and getting booted and suites into the gear to survive to radiation was uncomfortable and a hassle to say the least.
Once we were in the carriage the horses began to trot  and we were on our way.

"I just can't imagine seeing mead as someone else you know?" I say trying to intrude the silence.
"Why'd you do it anyway? Why couldn't she just have stayed wi-."
"Lena stop with the questions."
What was wrong with him ever since last night he's been a complete dick to me.
"Sorry." I mutter.

The surrroundings made me sick to my stomach the air was thick with grey matter you could barely see an inch in front of you.

Michael states out the window too he still hadn't said a word. I placed my gloved hand on his leg "Michael what's troubling you?"
"I feel it lena, I know the witches are close, I need help from my farther but he's been absent recently and I fear you may be the distraction." His tone was cold and harsh and his gaze was still fixated on the world outside.

Me?
"But I thought we were stronger together."
"If he needed two antichrists he would have made two."
"But were stronger tog-."
"We're here." He dismisses my sentence.

For the first time I felt unwanted by Michael a familiar feeling but not from Michael. Under neath my protective gear I was frowning. Were greeted by others in the same outfits as us. Michael shows his identity card and they guide us in as the other deals with the horses.

When we step inside the familiar building were sprayed straight away and stripped down. When we're finally clean they separate us escorting is into the building. The nostalgia was overwhelming so many thoughts of my coven, my life before, my Michael before.

A lady in a glorious Victorian outfit with a cane approached me.
"My name is ms venable, i run this outpost I will be escorting you to your room. Me langdon is being shown to his" She was cold and showed no smile whatsoever.
I nod following her as my eyes wonder around the walls as we walk remenacing the time here before.

She finally opened a door for me the room was simple candle lit but it had a bed and a wardrobe at least. A small desk in the corner.
I turn to say thank you but she slams the door before I can even say anything. Jheez.

I sat in my room swimming in boredom I was thankful to hear a knock on the door.
Michael opened the door his face stern and neutral "it's time to announce our arrival let's go." I get up and follow him out.

We make our way through the dark corridor in the vision I see a group of people waiting and watching us. Michaels footsteps were heavy and loud, his aura was intoxicatingly authoritative and intimidating with his hands folded behind his back I walked a few inches behind him until we reached the open room.

I stood beside him. As he began to speak I looked upon the faces in the outpost but my gaze stopped when I saw coco and Mallory...
they looked at me like they did Michael confused and scared. They'd didn't know who I was? Did they not remember me?

Micheal began to explain the situation but I couldn't take my eyes off coco and Mallory I was desperate to speak to them. My gaze finally fell to mead she hadn't changed one bit.

"I'll go first!" The blonde man shouts out.
"And so you shall."
With that we were dismissed and Michael turned away walking back through the corridor, however I didn't follow.

I approached the group "I'm corelena." I say they all seemed very hesitant towards me which was understandable.
"And your part of the cooperative?" Coco asks with a sour face.
"Yes." I reply I take a seat in the vacant spot next to the blonde man.

"Gallant, nice to meet you, your hair is to die for ugh god there's so many things I could do to that!"
"He is the best." Coco winks at him.
"What's with the grey and purple?" I ask looking around.

Mallory speaks up "greys are basically worker ants and the privileged are purples. It's bullshit." She rolls her eyes.

"Miss woods." Michaels voice boomed from the balcony above.
"A word please." I nod and follow his orders.

"It was nice to meet you I will see you soon not like we're going anywhere." I smile as I follow up to the balcony.