Heartbeat failing

@Leigh xx

163 cm, sapphire blue eyes, blond curly hair down to the middle of her back.

It was morning. Warm, cloudy and damn humid. The rain could break out any moment. The threat of rain didn’t stop Leigh. He had grabbed his small cop of coffee and gone outside to grab his newspaper – completely minding his own business, not giving anything nearby his attention. A car door was shut, as he shut his own door behind him. He didn’t mind the noise, because he was quite sure that it was only going to be temporarily.
She started shouting like a little kid who didn’t get what she wanted. He opened his postbox and got his newspaper and two letters. He looked at the envelopes for a short moment before he started to walk back. Now she was shouting into her phone.

Fenris!

He stopped immediately in the middle of taking a sip of his coffee. He turned around to see who it was Fenris had brought to him. Frenis needed a really god explanation for bringing such a noisy baby to his peaceful mountains!
His eyes locked with hers. Tiny little Elena. Subject number 65091. His heart skipped a few beats and started again when he noticed that he was spilling coffee on the ground. “What are you doing here?” he asked quite quickly with slightly wide eyes.

She approached. Shit. His thoughts started spiraling about how he had usually handled her while she had been a subject at the lab. Injections. No – he wasn’t at the lab. Blood manipulation. Yes, of course. But no. He had given her the opportunity to leave. She was no longer a subject, and he shouldn’t treat her like one – not unless she seemed to be a threat to him. Yes, he was more than 30 centimeters taller than her, but therefore there still roamed a whole lot of power in the little body of hers.

She was very close. She returned the question, as if she didn’t understand his. He frowned and shook his head slightly and confused. Do you know me?
“Yes! – I mean… No. No, I don’t know you,” he said. Why had he just said yes? If she didn’t remember him, she didn’t need to remember him. It was for the best. He turned around with his mail under one arm and the coffee cup in the other hand.
He entered his penthouse and closed the door. He sighed, relieved. He had gotten away from her alive – or at least for now. Fenris, that fucking stupid wannabe scientist! Leigh was already planning on finding his phone to call him and tell him to pick up Elena, subject 65091. She shouldn’t be here.
Slowly he turned around, only to meet the sapphire blue eyes again. He tensed up quickly so his mail fell onto the floor and he made a quick little jump so he spilled coffee all over himself. “Bloody hell!” he exclaimed. “What do you want?” he wondered and widened his eyes, trying to walk past her into his kitchen. He was already so much behind his schedule. He couldn’t lose too much time for Fenris’ small games.

She hissed back. Shit. He needed to be able to keep her calm, so nothing bad would happen. He didn’t want any trouble in his mountains – it was his place for healing, as some would say. He didn’t wish for all of her negativity to ruin his space. The small girl even followed him all the way into his kitchen. He put his already dirty cup in the sink about to clean it up. He heard her clearly, when she demanded him to look at her. He didn’t wish to and let his eyes stay on the cup and the running water.
It had a consequence. She grabbed his arm and he immediately released the cup and was pushed up against his fridge. He didn’t really want to resist, so it was quite easy for her to throw him around for now. He grunted and looked into her eyes while she started asking questions. He blinked a couple of times, as if he was spooked by her strength – even though he wasn’t. He shook his head lightly. “I’m no-” he stopped himself as he saw how she narrowed her eyes. He sighed and put a hand on her forearm. She somehow knew Fenris well enough to drive around with him. “It’s Elena, right?” – “How do you know Fenris?” he asked. He wanted to figure out what she remembered about Angelos and how she viewed the time she had spent there as a subject. He didn’t want to risk telling her directly that he was the one who started the laboratory and he had been doing experiments on her. Risking Fenris’ relationship with this woman also seemed like a bad idea. How long had he even kept this a secret?

She flinched. Had he been violent before? No, it couldn’t be. His assistants maybe. Probably. Okay, his assistants had been violent assholes, there wasn’t even a doubt to that. But Leigh needed the subjects to be cooperative and if they didn’t want to be that, they had to be submissive. No choice.

I don’t understand why that matters. With a straight face, he continued to look at her, waiting for her answer. He needed it to know whether or not if she could remember him. He had ties to Fenris after all. He lifted an eyebrow slowly as it seemed like she had trouble remembering exactly how they knew each other. He nodded slightly as she mentioned seven years. Even though she tried not to show an expression that she freaked out, her blood and heartbeat was like gossip. He knew.
Calmly, he gestured towards a stool by his dining table that she could sit on. As soon as she fumbled her way over to the seat, he took out his cup from the sink and found a clean cup for her.
He poured them both a cup. Hers with whiskey, warm water, citrus and… He took a container, which looked like it contained sugar and poured the crystal-like ‘ingredient’ into the cup. It was something that would calm her down and weaken her just a bit in strength – and it was sweet like sugar. He had known her favorite drink while she had been a subject at the lubritorium. Sometimes they had given it to her as a thank for the ‘cooperation’. For himself, he just got a cup of coffee with a bit of milk. He grabbed both cups and walked over to her to place her cup in front of her and his own in front of the seat he wanted to sit on. They shared a corner of the table. His cup was slightly wet from being in the sink.

He had listened to her blabbering but had already concluded that she didn’t remember him or how she had actually met Fenris. He didn’t want to disturb her thoughts – hopefully her thoughts were spiraling enough about Fenris, so she would drink her cup with no second thought.