Dimension Jump | Karl Heisenberg

Chapter Fifteen.

"Hm? What do you mean?" Karl calms down a little, setting my arms back down.

I roll my eyes, looking into my lap as I back up from the man. "You know— like what happened to you? And how did I end up at the Dimitrescu castle?"

Karl takes a small breath, and I patiently wait for an answer. He'll give me one, he won't just dance around my questions.

"Well, you saw what that bitch did; impaling me with her fucking fingernails and shit..." Karl starts, scratching his head a little. "It was after you ran away when she started to try and actually kill me. I fought back and all that jazz but my mind was a little preoccupied with you. I didn't know if you were safe or not."

I felt bad, realizing that I was the reason he could've died today. He was worried about me instead of himself, and that isn't fair.

"Eventually the fight between us got a lot more heated before suddenly she just... left? I didn't really know why at the time, so I went off to find you. I followed the same path and everything, but you weren't in the house. Instead, Donna was, and I had a few— harsher words to have with her. Push came to shove and I found out that Dimitrescu had threatened to tell Miranda about keeping you a secret and she got scared."

I knew it would've been something like that. Donna wouldn't just throw me under the bus for no reason, there had to be some backstory behind it.

As Karl spoke he got up to grab the first aid kit I kept in my room, since I cut myself a lot working with metal sheets all the time.

He was taking out some bandages and all that, which I was thankful for, since I'd forgotten about cleaning my injuries that quickly.

"Obviously I was still pissed she sold us out, so I said some explicit shit before finding out who took you. I've gotta admit, I'm a lot slower at figuring stuff out than you, even if it is obvious," He laughed a little, dumping some acetone on the bites which made me suck in a breath.

"Is Donna okay?" I spoke up, stopping his small story for a minute.

He nodded, using a cotton ball to clean the edges around my wounds better. "Maybe sad and a little regretful, but that's about it. Anyways, I started heading for the castle in a rush to reach you before remembering I had no fucking clue where you were in that maze of a palace. Also, I was bleeding from the stomach quite profusely and I'll be caught dead leaving an obvious trail of blood to track."

I understood what he was saying, so I couldn't be mad about him not rushing in like an idiotic Prince Charming to come and save me. That actually would've been more irritating than me just saving myself now that I think about it.

"So instead, I rushed home to patch myself up and grab a map I kept of the bitches house, trying to figure out where she'd keep you. I lowered it down to the bedrooms, since even as a murderous vampire she still has some form of hospitality, which blows my fucking mind."

He took a pair of tweezers to my arm, plucking out the chunks of wooden splinters one by one, each time I would try and bite my tongue to hold back a pained noise.

"Sorry, I'm trying to be gentle," Karl apologized, stopping his work and story for a second to look at me. "We're almost done."

I nod, a small smile decorating my lips. "It's okay; continue with the story."

"So I got here and went to my study and grabbed the map, but then... the strangest thing happened to me," Karl stopped again, looking around my room. "I— I started to miss you."

My breath seemed to catch in my throat as butterflies flooded my entire body. He was being really open with me today.

"Instead of looking at the map in my study I kind of just... came here. I sat down on your bed and when I smelt your scent, I just kind of laid down and passed out. I had no idea that you were being hurt and— y/n, I'm so sorry."

Karl brought my injured arms up to his lips and kissed both my wrists, making my body tense. "Ich bin ein Versager als Beschützer..."

I had no idea what the man was saying to me in his first language; but I knew it was something he didn't want me to understand.

Often when Karl said stuff he didn't want me to know he would speak it in German, like making himself a verbal note without having to worry about me asking questions.

I didn't mind, everyone has things they don't want others to know. Even me.

Instead I smiled, taking my hands away from his grasp so I could cup his face and make him look at me. "It's okay Karl, you don't need to be sorry. I know you'd never let me get hurt on purpose."

His hands fell on top of my own as he smiled, looking me in the eyes despite his sunglasses. "You're too nice. It scares me sometimes."

The laugh escapes my lips and I let my hands fall. Quite frankly, I was too weak to keep them up any longer.

My vision was getting blurrier the longer I stayed awake, and I could tell I needed some rest and a lot of food and water.

The man before me stood up and helped to lay my weak body down, covering me up in thin covers. "Goodnight Buttercup, I'll see you in the morning."

I smiled at Karl's goodnight wishes before my eyes officially shut, putting me to sleep for the night with one question on my mind.

Why is my heart racing so fast?

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Translation of Ich bin ein Versager als Beschützer: I am a failure as a protector