Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 8

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It was decided that Circe would stay with Lady Dimitrescu the day before she had to meet with Mother Miranda. That way, Circe could just leave from Castle Dimitrescu and head straight to Miranda's lab. They were closer in distance, so it just made sense that way.

It was three days until then.

The first day, Heisenberg kept to his word on getting Circe writing supplies. He said she could work on her "little memoir" in the forge while he worked on his own things. Said he felt better if she was within eyesight as if Mother Miranda could swoop in at any moment to steal her away.

Circe was more than okay with this. She got to do what she wanted while also having some company. He didn't seem to mind either, because she could see him looking away from his work at her a few times, but anytime she would return his gaze he would look back at his project. It was like he was trying to hide it. This confused her and every time she noticed it she would make a note in her book.

When it got late, he offered to bring her back to his place before he went to bed. She accepted. They chatted on the sofa until Heisenberg was tired, then he walked her to her room.

This went on for the next two days. He would come to get her from her room to go to the forge. She would bring her notebook and some books. They would eat lunch. It would get late. He would ask if she wanted to accompany him, maybe have a drink. She would accept; they would talk. He would drink and she would drink sometimes. He would walk her home when he was ready for bed, and she would work in her memoir if she didn't sleep.

Every single time, before he would leave for his room, Heisenberg would caress her cheek like the night he showed her the army, and place a kiss on her forehead. After the second time, she started to expect it; look forward to it.

Before Circe was able to explain to herself why she wanted to be closer to him, it was time to go to Castle Dimitrescu. She had extra clothes and The Notebook all packed away in an overnight bag Heisenberg had given her. She wasn't going to bring her memoir; that would be stupid. What if they found it? Everything would be let out into the open then. There would be nowhere to hide.

She sat in her living room, knees bouncing, while she waited for him to come to get her. She wanted to get this over with so she could come back. She wanted to get this over with so she could just be herself again. This was the only place that she felt she could call home.

Most of the conversations the past few days between them were about keeping her story straight. Her name was Zero, she hadn't remembered anything, and she wasn't any special. Going by Zero would be the most difficult part. She was so used to being referred to by her actual name that she had almost forgotten she was called anything else; well, except "sweetheart".

Everything else should be easy. However, she was extremely unhappy about it. She had no idea how Lady Dimitrescu would be; she seemed very no-nonsense the time she saw her. She was nervous meeting the three daughters Heisenberg had warned her about. "They're entitled brats," he had told her.

Circe's main concern was Mother Miranda. She didn't want that sickly, chilled feeling she had felt during the meeting to return to the pit of her stomach. She didn't want her porcelain fingers touching her. Not to mention how terrified she was about what Miranda might do to her.

The thoughts of being experimented on caused her anxiety levels to rise.

Yes, she had more things to worry about other than being called Zero.