The kings fire. The only one that can burn a dragon. Though Beauty. Alarik shifts back into his powerful human form and storm over to Xander. You herd me Xander I order you to stop. Alarik thundered.
And you heard me she deserves to die. Xander shouted back. It looks like Alarik is going to hit Xander but instead he grabs the sword from his belt. You need blood payment? You will get one....
Alarik dios the sword into a patch of grass that burns bright with his blue flame when it's good and hurt he brings it to his own arm.
Wait ...burn me instead.....Beauty said.
Ignoring Beauty Alarik presses the blistening blue blade to his flesh.
Nigh!!
Beauty watch in horror as Alarik flesh tears violently beneath the blade. I can't feel any pain through our bond his he protecting me from that to. ? Beauty thought. There's your payment. Now forget this ridiculous grudge once and for all. Alarik throws the blade at Sanders feet. Xander scowls.
I don't think so. Xander said. Witb one final searing look Alarik grabs Beauty wrist pulling her to the edge of the Cliff and leaps of. Beauty pigment toward the ocean.
Whoa....I'm going to die....AGAIN!
I scream as Alarik fling me i above him shifting swif5ly in6k his dragon form. He catches her in his gallon and carries her into the horizon. When Beauty land back at the castle, Alarik drags her back to his chambers. Everyone whisper stares at her and whisper. He swings the door shut with so much force that it splinters.
Ignoring a direct order from me. I should kill him...Alarik said anger evident I. His voice.
Alarik your arm.....
Alarik slams his injured arm into the wall. That bastard. Alarik said sinking to the floor out of breath.
I though....I really though Xander was loyal .....at the very least. He digs his hand through his hair his palm shaking and bruised.
I don't have any friends here. This place is a prison... Alarik said with a blank expression. Beauty heart aches as she starts at him. She didn't need the mark to feel how isolated he is. Blood spills from the violent blade shaped but on his arm. The burn he took for her.
Alarik.....
Beauty calls his name softly and gently as he tears a piece of fabric from the hem of her dress. When i sink down beside him he looks up at me. What are you doing.....He asked. You are right this place is a prison. I told him.Beauty takes his arm in her hands cradling his wound gently. But you're not alone in this place. Beauty presses the fabric to his wound he hisses but he doesn't move.