𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter Two: Little Rabbit

"LORD HEISENBERG!" The girl bowed her head, then looked back up at him with guilty eyes.

He simply stared at her with a steely gaze, a toothpick hanging loosely from his lips. Heisenberg maintained an unreadable expression while she fumbled nervously.

"I-I was chased by these things, one of them got my horse," Ésme frantically explained. "I'm so sorry for coming in, but I—"

"Shut the hell up!" He growled angrily and quickly. Ésme jumped, closing her eyes in fear, but the angered man regained his composure. "Hem," he cleared his throat before putting on a charming smile. "My apologies." He tipped his hat. "Might I inquire if you got past those lycans all by yourself?"

Ésme looked at him uneasily. "I- uhm," she swallowed thickly. "Yes, Sir." She nodded fearfully. His look of interest turned into an animalistic grin as he looked her up and down with interest. Ésme stood perfectly still besides her shaking hands, keeping her chin high while he seemed to evaluate her.

"Sit," he gruffly told her, pointing to a chair in the corner of the room. Ésme looked unsurely at the chair and then back to Heisenberg. "I said sit, damnit!" he hollered, and the chair flung itself across the room seemingly by itself, knocking into her and forcing her to sit whether she wished it or not.

"How..." Ésme breathed in wonder and panic.

"Now, now," he tutted at her. Ésme's throat tensed, her chest becoming warm and tight with fear. Lord Heisenberg spat his toothpick on the floor, switching it out for a cigar instead. "Tell me, how the hell did you get past all those lycans all by your lonesome?" The chair moved towards him, making her move as well. The chair screeched against the flooring, making her ears twitch in protest. He loomed over her, a cigar in one hand and his other on the rim of the chair back, bending down slightly to take a closer look at her features. "Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to ignore people?" He asked dangerously.

"I had a gun and a horse. That's all, the gun is nearly out of ammunition and my horse is gone," Ésme said in one quick breath.

"You're a nervous one," he chuckled as he blew smoke into her face, making her grimace. "I'll cut you a deal." Heisenberg stood back from her. "A game of hide and seek. If you successfully evade me, you get to leave. Hell, I'll even get your horse back for you if it's still alive," he laughed.

"And if you find me?" Her voice was hardly a whisper.

"Well then, your fate is mine to decide," the man smirked, taking his circular sunglasses off. His eyes were bright, almost sickeningly golden. Unnaturally bright, like pools of molten gold. It was unnerving.

"And if I refuse?" Ésme's voice came out raspy, but she held Lord Heisenberg's intense gaze with courage.

"Was that an actual question?" Heisenberg raised an eyebrow. "You die, by the hands of my hunting hounds. But I'm sure you're a smart girl. You could've figured that one out."

"This is crazy, you're crazy," Ésme stood abruptly, knocking her previous seat back into the floor, suddenly feeling very short next to Heisenberg. She didn't let it discourage her though. She kept her head high and her expression fierce. The Lord's face twisted from amusement to irritation.

Scraps of metal that littered the room rose from the floor, encasing her in a shell of steel. It held her tightly, any more and Ésme feared she wouldn't be able to breathe. "You're resilient, I'll give you that," he smirked, the metal seemingly squeezing her impossibly tighter. "Which is why you'll be a fun one." Heisenberg released her, and Ésme fell to the floor, bruised and scraped from the rusted scraps. "And as for 'crazy', you were just chased by werewolves, sweetheart," the yellow-eyed man chuckled. "There's much crazier things than a hazardous game of hide and seek."