Heat is a strange thing. It makes your whole body quiver and twitch until every muscle in your body aches and screams out for relief. But relief doesn't come until you find yourself so exhausted that sleep forces itself on you. You know what will relieve your pain so you scream out names until your voice is hoarse from moaning. As a virgin you don't know how they will relieve the quivering and heat radiating from your body but its instants driving you. Instants twist your mind until the only thing you can think of is mating. You want an Alpha on top of you, mating with you and making a litter. Than you find your mind drifting to that thought of litters, what would they look like? How many would you have and would they be Alphas, Betas or Omegas?
When I was alone in my shed it's all I thought about, every fiber of my being was crying out for the pain to stop, for the heat that was consuming me to go away. It was my own personal hell and the only thing I could do between the screaming was to think and I thought of everything. It always helped me since I first started my heats a few years before. I never when through it alone though, my mother would hold my hand or just sit by my bed as I thrashed around and in return when she would go through hers I would sit by her bedside.
Her and my own thoughts would get me though the hardest parts but during this heat it was driving me insane. I was one Omega in full heat with five Alphas right outside my door or where they? I looked towards the one fogged up window but couldn't see anything but the blue sky above. The next thought scared me more, what if they left? What if they left me in this fucking shed to scream and cry out and they were just laughing at me for being a stupid Omega. "Bastards!" I screamed out as I kicked at the door not once wondering why it wouldn't give. "Fucking Alpha shit!" I screamed louder, "All of you! You're nothing but cowards!"
I thrashed around before finally as the sun sank low and my shed grew dark once again did I drift off to sleep. The next morning was my final day of heat and I could feel my hunger returning to me so I sat up and leaned against one of the walls. I was still feeling my muscles twitch and I was sweating bullets but it was slowly lessening. Strange how a year or so ago we probably would have ordered a pizza and once I could stomach food I would woof down the whole thing in a matter of moments than ask for seconds.
My stomach growled loudly as the night came and for the first time I could hear what sounded like talking not far away. Slowly I stood and wiped the wet glass seeing a small fire in the dark and instantly I found myself smiling. "So are we still bastards?" I heard a voice ask from right outside my door.
"I…no." I answered sitting back down, "Sorry?"
He chuckled and the moment he did I knew who it was, "It's okay I mean I know Abel is one but me? Nah I'm too awesome to be one. So are you hungry?"
"Starving but I'm not exactly done with my heat yet."
I could tell he was thinking because it took him a moment to answer, "Well what about breakfast? It's only a few hours away."
"I'll be ready to come out by then…" I looked towards the door, "How long have you been out there?"
"Not long a few minutes or so. Why do you want me to leave?" Something about the way he said it told me he wasn't going to even if I asked. He'd just probably stop talking or at least try to. So I told him no. "So can I ask you a question?"
"Well I guess…"
"Whose blood was that and what were you running from?"
I brought my knees up to my chest as I sigh now feeling cold, "Gilbert…could you ask me any other question than that?"
"You don't want to tell me?"
"Not really."
"Don't you trust me?"
I shook my head even though I knew he couldn't see it, "It's not about trust…it hurts and…" I wiped my eyes as I felt the tears threatening to fall, "It was my Mom…it…"
"We can change the subject." He said quietly although I could tell he wanted to know more but he wouldn't push it. "Why are you going to the border?"
Quickly I wiped my eyes again, "Um…I have an uncle that I'm supposed to go live with."
"Alpha?"
"Yeah, on my Dad's side…Gil?"
"Yeah?"
I inhaled slowly as I wrapped a torn blanket around myself now noticing I was practically naked, "Um when I'm ready to talk about it…"
"Yeah I'll listen. I just know this isn't the best way of doing it…whenever you want to talk I'll be here." Somehow I could just tell he was smiling. "But for now why don't you try and get some sleep?"
"Sure…" I said as I laid back down and curled up on my bed then shivering slightly from the night chill, "Good night."
"Good night Alfred."
When I awoke the next morning I quickly got dressed and tried the door. It was odd but it wouldn't budge for a moment so I pushed harder only to see Gilbert stumble away from it, "Oh sorry." I said as I reached out my hand for him to take. "I didn't know you were behind the door."
He took my hand and stood up, "It's fine. I mean I never told you that's where I was sitting so." He shrugged, "Anyway are you still starving?"
"Um yeah." I blushed slightly as I noticed Anthony was making breakfast, "Thanks."
It wasn't until later when I was alone with Anthony as I helped him clean up that I learned why the door won't budge that night I kicked it. Since my week first began Gilbert had sat against the door glaring forward with his hand holding tight to his pistol. He didn't say one word until he was sure I was nearly finished so not to scare me. "He's a loud asshole but he has his moments." Anthony said as he finished cleaning the bowls we had used. "I think he would have shot anyone that even tried to open that door."
"What if he tried to open it?" I asked handing him a bowl.
Anthony motioned over to Ludwig, "My guess he told his brother to shoot him if he tried but I don't know for sure. You could ask him yourself."
"I just might." I said as I walked towards the albino man unsure what I'd really say but I knew what my mother would have said. So I took a deep breath and let my heart do the talking.
