The New Era |Apoclypse Sequel|

Chapter One

«Come on guys», Gemma snorted, swallowing a whole hare bone, «How could you not want to have a baby?», she asked.

We were all at the dining table in our new house downtown during lunch, one of the occasions I hated the most since the beginning of that year, somehow we always ended up fighting.

«Aunt Gemma», I tried to stop her, «The subject of children continues to be a bomb, let's not blow it up today», I snorted, but I quickly noticed that Harry's temper was overheating.

«Do you need me to repeat it for how many more times Gemma?», he growled, «We can't have kids. It's too risky»

 «Yes, forget it Gemma», my sister raised her voice, «He's always in control of everything, isn't he? Who cares about my opinion?»

«Fuck, don't start again Jenna!», he snorted angrily once more.

«See?», she asked waving her arms, «What did I tell you?».

And then they started yelling as usual as if we weren't there.

«You knew what you were getting into when you married me ten years ago!», he jumped off his chair, «And if it doesn't suit you, ask for a divorce! It's that easy!», he barked as he ran out the door of the house.

«Good! I might as well do!», she screamed even though she knew he wouldn't hear her, and even though she knew she didn't really mean it. Jenna started sobbing as my aunt comforted her by wrapping her arms around her trembling body. I was witnessing this identical scene for weeks... I was starting to get fed up, and as much as I felt sorry for my sister, I was sometimes very inclined to stick with Harry's ideas. If they kept fighting like that... why the hell would they still be together? Gemma kept repeating: "Arguing is normal, it doesn't mean you don't love each other anymore", but neither I nor Jenna were convinced anymore. It seemed that somehow Harry was really distancing himself, but not just from my sister, from all of us. I remembered when only a few years ago he looked at me with his perlecent emerald eyes and called me his "little bug". I kind of missed that Harry... I felt guilty. Probably if I hadn't grown up things would have been better for all of us.

«I'm going upstairs», Jenna sobbed as she stood up and went up the stairs. I looked at Gemma and I noticed her frown, she was really worried about her. I helped her clear the table, I washed the dishes, and I positioned myself next to her on the sofa after I finished tidying up the kitchen.

«You know what's wrong with him, don't you?», I asked her referring to Harry, «You're just too generous to let Jenna know»

«I have some ideas...», she lowered her gaze thoughtfully, «Listen Jonathan, there are some things we can't reveal to anyone, especially to your sister. You will be sixteen in two days... and many things will change. More than you can imagine...»

«And I also guess I won't be able to know anything more until that day, am I right?»

«I want Harry to tell you»

«Harry?», I asked confused, «But he hardly looks at me»

«You know my brother is like that, but he loves you. He will never admit it, but he really loves you very much. And he would like to be the one to inform you of everything»

«Then call him. I've been needing to know what the hell is going on for months», I said in exasperation.

But the door swung open and, as if he had heard me, Harry entered. Both Gemma and I held our breath: he was covered in blood, he showed his vampire form and he was out of breath, but this didn't stop him from entering the room as if nothing had happened and sitting on one of the armchairs next to us.