Alexander's POV
She's gone. That's all he can think of he throws the table across the room. She's gone. Paper's scattered and flutter through the air and all over the floor. She's gone. Vases smashed to splinters, water and flower petals decorate the room and walls.
He can't think, can't breath. All he can do is rage, he only get's like this for her, because of her, he has this all consuming wrath that embodies him and takes control.
And she's with HIM. God he wants to kill that bastard, wants to rip his throat and watch the blood spray, he wants to slowly cut him up and let him bleed a tube full of blood and then he wants to bathe in it. (AKA MAL)
Then he wants to fuck the ever living god's out of Alina. Wants to have her in every place every angle ,every god fucking way possible. He wants nothing more then to clean that fucking boy's stench off of her with his tongue.
She makes him so god damn weak.
And so fucking horny.
Alina's POV
Her legs are dead. She's pretty sure when they reach wherever their going shes going to have to amputate them off.
Sweat had breached through her shirt and it clings to her breasts and arms. Mal has said nothing but she recognizes where they are headed now. There is an old abandoned cabin these woods she and Mal have used for hunting in the winter.
Alina's pleased with this, at least she might be able to clean off and cool down in a nearby stream by the cabin.
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The cabin comes into sight quickly and she's ecstatic, if she could run to it she would. But her legs are still dead.
Mal is in front of her, he storms into the cabin. Slamming the door behind him rattling it's hinges. She flinches at the loud bang the door makes, disturbing the peace that had settled around the small clearing.
She limps over to the creek, stripping her pants and shirts painfully off as her muscles scream at her. Leaving only her lower undergarments on she peals off her sweat covered bra. She hangs it over a branch, slowly lowering her self into the chilled water.
Her legs burn and roar in agony before slowly relaxing in the cool water, the tender nipples of her breasts harden at the chilled environment, she lets her self wade out slightly emerging her body in the water fully.
She lets her body float there slightly for a few peaceful moments , her hair now wet and slicked back.
The cabin door swings open and she hears footsteps approaching her, she lets her legs stretch out to reach the bottom of the water. Alina turns only her head, her back still facing the cabin.
She inhales sharply as turns, Mal is standing there yes. A smile playing over his lips and he likes his lips with lust.
She smiles back, Mal strips his shirt off along with his pants, leaving him in only is boxers. They bulge with his evident ... excitement.
She wades over to him and he embraces her strongly, her breast ache as they are forcefully smashed onto Mal's chest.
She gentle pulls away smiling, Mal doesn't seem to mind or notice, not once meeting her eyes as his gaze assaults every inch of her body. Unwilling her eyes glance down at the bulge that seems to be poking out.
It barley makes a dent to what Alexanders looked like.
Alina freezes. Did she just compare Mal's size with Alexanders? She rushes out of the water, grabbing her cloths and throwing them on sloppily, Mal calls after her but she hurries into the cabin.
She finds a clean pair of cloths left there from last winter and puts them on. Her breath is unsteady and comes out in short, raspy , spurts.
Why is Alexander in her head? Why can't she get him out of her head? Why? The world spins around her, it's all crashing down around her. And theirs no one there to hold her up.
Alina's legs give out, body to heavy to hold, she claws and rips at her chest, trying to somehow open it up. Her eyes blurred and as spots began to dance in her version, this wasn't the first panic attack.
But this one was different, she reached out with invisible hands toward anything, anyone. She wanted to have something solid to grasp. To ground her self.
Why? She tried to steady her breath but it was as if her lungs were filled with a murky water. Her brain began to grow fuzzy with pain and a lack of a oxygen. She reached out, she reached and stretched into nothingness , grasping for anything, even a small thread.
Why? Why was this happening, what could she do to stop. Stop. STOP. She hadn't realized that she was actually screaming until she felt Mal hands brutally clasped her arms into a painful pinch around. Tears flooded down Alina's face, why was this happening?
Then, like lighting striking a metal pole, it hit her. Mal. That's what was wrong, she so desperately wanted to be his, wanted his love, wanted to be everything he wanted. She had buried her self so deep down now she was suffocating herself.
Her fingers brushed an invisible string, a mental loss thread that had unraveled. One tug and it would all fall apart. All it would take is one little pull.
So she gave that little threat the slightest tug.
And then house radiated light for miles and miles as her light enveloped all around her like the holy light of god.
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Alexanders POV
I didn't have to search very hard to find her.
After all, she lite the darkness of night as if it were merely a cloth trying to cover the sun. A greedy smile spread across his lips, his little sun summoner, was back.
Authors Note
Ayyyyyyyye, Alina can summon again :0
Any way, I tried to do Alex's Pov idk how I did but I tried. Stay hydrated darlings~ or darklings
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