The New Era |Apoclypse Sequel|

Chapter Two

After about three hours, the two sibilings returned with their faces paler than usual. They glanced at Jonathan and he returned the same expression. As always, the only one who didn't understand was me.

«Jenna», Gemma said, «We have been given permission to leave the borders. Let's go and visit your friend Michela»

«I want to know why», I replied insistently.

«We already told you, it's not the time for you to know», she begged me.

«Please», Jonathan interjected, «Keep trusting us»

I nodded in exasperation and I followed them out of the house. As we walked out of the borders, the guards gave us such sharp glances that they seemed intent on piercing every part of our bodies with the power of their mind alone.I grabbed Jonathan's hips and we, vampires, ran catapulting us to the town nearby, stacked by the people who had had to leave Dullville.In front of Michela's small stone house, we stopped and rang the bell. We hadn't seen each other for a month, but although we weren't any closer, we kept in touch and as soon as I got permission, I came to see her.The door clicked open and the long light brown haired girl screamed as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

«I missed you», she sighed with joy making me laugh.

«I missed you too. Sorry for the improvisation, I didn't even know I would come here until minutes ago»

«Don't worry, you know I always enjoy seeing you», she said, moving from the hall to let us in.

We went inside and we immediately sat on the sofa in her cozy living room. With her usual courtesy, she offered us a drink and her gaze shifted nervously from Harry to Gemma and from Gemma to me.

«Something happened, didn't it?», she asked, not hiding her concern.

«Something I don't even know about», I snorted.

«There might be something big at stake, but there's no need to know now», Gemma replied slightly impatient.

«You don't want to keep it hidden from us until someone dies, right?», Michela asked, «By now you should understand that it's not a good way to protect us»

«We know», Gemma sighed, «But before we tell you, we want to be sure of our suspicions. And at the moment we can only pray to be following a red herring»

I hugged Michela as soon as I noticed her terrified expression. After the events that had taken place in the previous years, she was afraid to leave the house, and she always kept the windows barred. So that if anyone was looking for her it couldn't find her.Hours passed and it was evening, the four of us went home, Gemma decided to stay with us in our home, in case something happened she wanted to be there.I made Jonathan's dinner, and then we went to bed. I buried myself in the warm winter blankets, anxiously waiting to be carried away by sleep.In a state of semi-sleep, I heard Harry walk into the room and snort loudly. The mattress sank under the weight of his body, making me move slightly, but I was going to pretend to be asleep, it was like I was waiting for him to say anything to me thinking I couldn't hear him. Something to comfort me, to feel Harry's true feelings, to show that he still loved me... but those words never came, not even the next morning, when I found his side of the bed empty.

I closed my eyes and I chased away the tears that were starting to form outside of them. But I was forced to open them when I heard Gemma's voice yell from downstairs, which was later replaced by Harry's, equally furious. I heard Jonathan raise his voice slightly and I decided to get dressed and go down the stairs to check what the heck was going on.As soon as I set foot in the living room, I saw an utter disaster: the overturned sofa, the disintegrated pillowcases, objects scattered all over the room and drawers open and thrown to the floor.