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Chapter 2
Michael's P.o.V
Eve and I had already done our job. I was surprised it went as quickly as it did, and without too many of the draug giving us trouble. We were currently pacing around the tank of a vehicle anxiously, seeing as we kept hearing gun shots from inside.
"Michael... Maybe we should-"
"No." I cut her off before she could finish. I'd give them a chance first, we needed to keep the draug away from the getaway vehicle. It was hard. If anyone could understand the fear and anxiety from listening to each echoing bang from the building, it was me. That was Shane and Claire in there. My brother and sister. I wanted to rush in there as much as she did. As for Myrnin... Well, I'm sure he'd make it out. As annoying as he could be, he really was too smart to be captured.
"Eve..." I started, but I didn't know where to go from there. She was still skittish around me, and with each flinch my heart hurt more and more. Sighing loudly, I ran my hands through my hair, staring anywhere but her direction.
"We'll be fine." Came her quiet reply. I whipped around to look at her. My Eve. Standing in her old fashioned dress she borrowed from one of the crates, with a shot gun at rest in her hands. There was a sad sort of smile on her face. Her eyes reflected the worry that I was sure was in mine. She was beautiful. "We always are. I just need some time."
I swallowed hard. I wanted nothing more than to scoop her up and hug her fiercely to me. "I love you."
"Well, I AM fabulous." She quipped back, trying for a lighthearted smirk. Then we seemed to notice something... there was no more gun fire. It was eerily quiet now. If my heart could beat, it would be pounding as hard as Eve's was right about now.
"Shit." I mutter, continuing my pacing, faster and faster.
"Michael... they could be. Oh God." She whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Five minutes. Only five. If they don't come out..."
"We bust in, kick ass, and play heroes like usual?"
"Sounds about right." I try for the same light tone, but it sounds too miserable.
Silence surrounds us as we keep watch around the vehicle. The sun was starting to go down as well.
Two minutes pass, and Eve lets out a groan.
One more minute passes and I find myself double checking my ammo, my vials, everything.
"Okay, screw five, we'll settle with three." I declare. "Eve, maybe you should-"
"Ah ah, cut that idea short before I cut it for you, Mr. Macho Vampire Does-Everything-On-His-Own." she warns.
We give each other one glance, our eyes reflecting the fear, worry, love, and need that the other showed.
And we had barely walked five steps before we both saw the doors burst open, with Shane pounding out towards the tank. He looked fine, a little worn out, but weren't we all? And if he and Claire were the ones shooting the guns, which I could see they were, since Shane didn't have any ammo on him, and seemed to have lost his gun, I was just glad he was running at all. I had expected to see Claire ahead of him, or at least next to him. Shane wasn't the kind of guy to run ahead of the girl, especially Claire. So Eve and I waited in confusion as Shane steadily neared us, but nothing. No Claire. Hell, not even Myrnin. Fear and panic rushed over me in that instant. No.. not again.. No way.
"Shane, where the hell is Claire?" I demanded, grabbing his shirt as he tried high tailing it past us. He looked at me, crazed and terrified. What the hell had happened in there? I found myself shaking, not letting him go, even though he was trying to tug himself free. "Shane! Bro, where the fuck is Claire!?"
SMACK.
I was so distracted I hadn't notice Eve come up and bitch slap Shane. We both froze, and looked at her. She was crying quietly now, but her eyes were fierce. And she was pissed. It worked though, Shane stopped struggling.
"Answer him. Where is she?" He gulped, trembling like a leaf.
"Dead." He croaked out. "The... the draug... to-took her. Too many. Tried... tried to save her. She's dead. They killed her. She told me to run. I was trying to grab her, but it was so sudden." He gulped another mouthful of air. "I couldn't do anything. There was nothing I could do."
I didn't let him go immediately. I was shocked. Stunned. Eve apparently was the same. Neither one of us were moving. We had just gotten her back. She'd died before. And she was back. She couldn't be dead now, could she?! That didn't... that just didn't make sense. It wasn't fair.
Feeling full of a blinding rage, I roared, turned around and smashed my fist into the tank. It stung, and I heard a crunch of something break, but it was nothing compared to what I was feeling emotionally. And it would heal. This... losing Claire wouldn't. Eve was sobbing now, and trying to pull me to the drivers side of the van. But wait, where was Myrnin? Shane was already buckling up in the back. I grabbed the doors, and looked at him getting ready to ask. But before I did, I noticed that Shane didn't look consumed by grief. Nor did he look like he was in a state of blank rage like before. He looked fearful, and nervous. I shook the thought aside. He could be in a state of denial, or something.
"Myrnin. Where is he, Shane?" I ask quietly. His face snapped to mine, and he looked surprised, but then shook his head. "What does that even mean?!" I shout at him.
"He's gone too, man!" He yells right back at me. "Leave it. Let's get the hell out of here."
I give him one more look before slamming the rear doors shut, and rushed to the drivers seat. Eve was already buckled in, tears streaming down her face. She looked at me, and grabbed my hand as we started back towards Founder's Square.
"It's not fair Michael." She whispered to me.
"I know." I respond just as quietly.
Not another word was said from the back. Just silence on our way back.
