
Looking down Elizabeth saw a large gash on her arm, her brows furrowed as she turned her arm towards her to study it, it was deep alright, she would heal faster than the average human of course, but that didn't mean it didn't have to be wrapped up to stop an infection which would make it a pain in the ass to heal.
Reluctantly Elizabeth went over to grab Sebastian's reins, not wanting to hurt herself more after her unruly dismount of him moments ago.
"I'm not happy with you." She stated, giving the horse a look as she pointed to the sharp-bloodsoaked- rock sticking out of the ground, the culprit of her wound.
Sebastian lowered his head, a clear sign that he, himself wasn't happy with his actions either, She knew she could stay mad at the animal and lightly stroked his nose before announcing that they should probably get going.
"My, my my, is that Lady Claydon on my land?"
A booming voice seemed to echo from the skies startling Elizabeth, she looked down the hill, towards the factory, and saw that around it were at least a dozen tannoy systems scattered around the fences that surrounded the factory itself.
"I'M NOT EVEN ON YOUR LAND METAL HEAD!" Elizabeth yelled back to the speakers, rolling her eyes, she wasn't even on the grounds, she was...above them.
"Why don't you come inside? You look like you could use the hospitality." Heisenberg invited. Instinctively she looked at the blood running down her arm, she could go back, but she couldn't risk running into more Lycans and Sebastian getting spooked again.
"Fine!" She accepted the invitation and started to walk down a very unreliable mud path that led down to the gates of the factory, Sebastian reins in hand. There was another way to get into Heisenbergs factory, by a huge chalice that lay in the alter in the village, no human could lift it though, meaning that no one could even attempt to get into his territory, all of the Lords had paths that led directly into the village, there were more routes but they weren't easy, Elizabeth just happened to stumble onto this path, not a surprise as she lived quite close to the secluded man.
"Come along, Sebastian." She coaxed her companion who seemed rather reluctant to go any closer to the factory, the building being the reason he stopped in the first place, he didn't like the sense of the place at all, shame he couldn't voice that to his owner.
Upon arriving at the tall barbed wire gates a siren sound went off, joined by the gates opening, Elizabeth had never been inside the grounds, who knows if her ancestors had but in her lifetime she definitely hadn't. It was dull. The sound of metal clanging was continuous and only grew louder as she entered the land, there was no greenery only acres of tall lifeless grass, not the most appealing sight.
It dawned on her that she couldn't exactly take Sebastian inside the building, so once again she spoke out into the open space.
"And where do you expect me to put Sebastian?!"
"The gates will be closed just leave him outside." His tone was very nonchalant, she couldn't tell if he actually wanted her there or if he was up to something, she prayed it wasn't the latter.
"You stay here and be a good boy okay?" And with that, Elizabeth took off towards the front door, they were huge metal ones naturally, really fitting the aesthetic of a factory or a slaughterhouse. They opened automatically with a creak and Elizabeth stepped inside, being immersed in darkness as the doors shut instantly behind her.
It wasn't pitch black so she could still make her way around the place, he instinct was to follow the faint rays of light coming from around the corner.
"Heisenberg?" Her voice called out to the man and a response came from one of the rooms.
"In here my Liebling." His voice was as theatrical as usual, one of his most defining traits in Elizabeth's eyes was that he always liked to make a show of things, whether it was in a good way like now, or in a bad way like their argument at her castle a few days ago.
Heisenberg was stood there, leaning against a workbench as she entered the room, adorned in his usual attire his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as usual, but at this moment he had his head tilted down so his eyes could see above the glasses to look at her.
"Well, don't you look stunning?" He laughed, motioning to her dirt-stained clothes and her red arm.
"Don't push it Gear head I've still got one good arm right now." Elizabeth sat herself on a stool, making sure to brush any debris and dust off of it before sitting.
"Calm your tits ill grab you some bandages and shit now." Heisenberg cursed and went over to one of the cupboards, pulling out a very old-looking first aid box.
"And how many years has that been sitting in there?" The lady commented as he approached her, dropping the box on the table in front of her and waving his hand, simply telling her to do it herself.
"What a gentleman." Sarcasm laced her tone as she took out some needle and thread and some cotton rags from the box.
"Any alcohol?"
The man's ears perked up at the sound of drink.
"Already trying to get me drunk Miss Claydon? At least ask me to dinner first." Elizabeth wanted to laugh at his flamboyant act but she didn't, she didn't want to let her guard down around him, not even to indulge his humour.
"If you recall I have already dined you, Heisenberg, when you raided my family's cemetery." The memory of their first proper encounter in a long while came back to Heisenberg and he chuckled as he found a half-empty bottle of whisky lying in a bottom drawer.
"It seems you have indeed dined me, Miss Claydon."
"Oh just call me Elizabeth, just don't call me that daft name you said earlier, 'Leibin' was it?" The shaggy-haired Lord scoffed at her mispronunciation of the word and set the whiskey on the table.
"It's pronounced 'Liebling'." He clarified with a slight chuckle.
"Well excuse me for not knowing Germa- FUCK." Elizabeth's sentence was cut short as she applied the now alcohol-soaked rag onto her wound, letting it kill all the bacteria before she could stitch it up.
Even within the factory, you could hear the storm clouds rolling in from the distance, the sound of the thunder echoing with the metal walls of the building.
"Take it easy weather Bitch I don't want a twister to come to pick up my factory and take it to fuckibg Oz." He grumbled and leaned against the table next to the woman, mindful not to knock the whiskey over before he could grab it and take a swig of it.
The Wizard of Oz reference pulled Elizabeth's focus from her pain and she looked up at the man with puzzled brows.
"You know the Wizard of Oz?"
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It's You And Me ~ Karl Heisenberg
Fanfiction"Sometimes people have to do bad things for their happily ever after."
