A voice cried out and roused Irina from a restless sleep. She knew it wasn't a dream because even though her eyes were open, she could still hear the screaming. But where was it? The noise sounded like it was in her ear; it was so loud. How was Heisenberg able to ignore it?
She looked around the room in a panic in search of the noise. Perhaps an experiment got loose. But she could not see anything of concern. It was as if her mind made it up. Burying her face into the pillow, she squeezed her tired eyes shut.
But it persisted.
What was it saying? Irina could not make out the strange words; each syllable, the voice garbled in a language that she could not understand. Bitterness poured from their mouth as they repeated something over and over - Irina was sure she could recite it at this point.
She groaned in annoyance.
Please shut up. Please leave me alone.
A large hand draped around her naked waist, making her gasp in alarm. Heisenberg snorted in amusement at her outburst and yanked her closer; his warm breath skimmed her neck.
What was he doing awake? Could he not hear the voice? Maybe she was insane. How else did she hear something that no one else heard?
What is happening to me?
Irina shivered as Heisenberg hoisted her leg and spread her. Was he serious? The man was desperate. As he thrust into her tight core, she groaned. Her body was sore from earlier, but she didn't care. His lewd comments in her ear brought only pleasure.
His pace quickened as she begged him, clawing at the sheets. The voice was but a whisper to her cries of excitement.
Irina needed this; she needed Heisenberg.
Surges of pleasure coursed through her, bringing tears to her eyes as her body convulsed and arched into him. Reaching his orgasm, Heisenberg pulled from her and covered her clammy skin in his warm release.
The screams at last ceased. Irina sighed in relief.
"I'm not complaining," Heisenberg said with a grunt as he got out of bed. "But I never pegged you as someone who begs during sex."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't let it get to your head."
Irina curled up her nose at the mess and sat up as Heisenberg redressed. Her curious eyes looked over his scar-riddled body until he snapped his fingers to avert her attention.
"Move your ass," Heisenberg demanded with a grin. "We have work to do."
Did he have to be so annoying this early? Not to mention she had to clean up first.
She grunted. "Could you give me a damn minute?"
"Watch your tone," Heisenberg snarled. His yellow-hued eyes glared dangerously at her. "As much as I enjoy that tongue of yours, I won't hesitate to cut it the fuck off."
Irina gave him an apology and squeezed the bridge of her nose.
"I had a strange dream," she lied. "Someone in it was screaming something repeatedly with malicious intent; it sounded like verfaulen, but I'm not sure."
Heisenberg raised a brow. Where did she learn that? Perhaps in a book, maybe during one of his drunken binges.
"It's a German word," he snorted.
It was strange hearing his native language come from her.
"What does it mean?" She asked.
Heisenberg slid on his duster with a grunt. "It means rot away."
He sauntered from the bedroom, leaving her alone on the bed. Perhaps it was her imagination, but it sounded like his voice cracked a bit.
Irina fell back on the bed with a sigh. Nothing made sense anymore. She decided that it was in her best interest to clear her head. A stroll might do her some good.
Once she took a bath and got redressed in her cloak and mask, Irina hurried towards the altar area, content with checking out the valley a bit. Lady Beneviento, she heard, was a hermit, so as long as she stayed away from the house on the hill, she should be fine.
However, as she passed through Heisenberg's gate, she came upon the Old Hag near the altar. The elder looked at her with wonder in her pale eyes.
"How curious," she said with a grin.
Only her voice was unusual; her tone sounded younger and much colder.
Irina was confused.
To her horror, raven wings sprouted from the Hag's back and covered her hunched and withered form. When they opened again with a horrid whoosh, Irina came face to face with someone she never hoped to meet; Mother Miranda.
Dread ate away at her. What was she to do?
