If the Stars Would Meet for Us

Chapter Seven

Alina's POV

The world exploded around me, screaming filled my ears and rang out all around me. A terrible bloody, heart wrenching cry. It took my brain ten solid minutes to realize they were my own.

 It was too much, it was all to much. It felt like a nightmare had taken over my world and now was running rapid destroying everything in its path. But not matter how much I tried, how desperately I ached to pull the light back in, I couldn't. My body throbbed in pain, the very core of my being lit on fire with the sun. 

I feel limp, my arms catching me as my head sunk to the floor, my tears felt like acid burning down my skin. Mal was yelling, trying frantically to do something to help. He could do nothing to ease the pain nor could he make it stop. 

This was my death. This was my true punishment for using Mozart, to be burned alive by my own power. Mal continued, I had stopped registering what he was saying. I could see nothing, hear nothing, all I knew what the light pouring out of every atom in my body, slowly burning each one to ash. 

I did not notice the vibration of the horse galloping towards us, did not hear the anger that spewed out of Mals' mouth, did not see my friends frantically running towards me before being blocked by the bubble of light that had surrounded me. It was not a shield, it was a prison of my own making.

What I did notice was his cool hand that gently touched my shoulder. My body pushed up slightly straighter, before collapsing back onto his shoulder. His arms enveloped me, soothing the pain, putting out the blazing fire inside of me. 

"please," I begged, my voice hoarse and broken from all of the screaming, "please make it stop, please. Alexander it hurts so much, please." I had begun to sob, it slowly overtook my body as began to tremble and convulse with every cry that left my lips as pleaded with him. 

He hushed me, pulling my body closer, and with him came darkness. A strong wave like the great ocean washing over us. Putting the fire out, letting it fizzle and die, I rested my head on his shoulder. 

Is this what he had felt? When I had run a blade through his heart? Did he feel this at peace when I was near, did he feel like I was the only thing that could make his pain stop? She wanted to curl up in his cool embrace, but a little part of her wouldn't let her. 

She began to hear and feel things around her again. She heard 5 people's heavy breathing behind her, and registered more than Alexanders hands on her. Slowly and painfully she weakly attempted to lift her head, her body shock violently as she did so. 

He was quick to help her, slowly she managed to get to her feet before her legs gave way beneath her. Quick as a cat, Alexander caught her, holding her close to his chest and supporting her. She turned her head towards the people who stood behind her, she should have seen Genya and Davids worried faces first. 

Instead, all she could see was Mal. His face was a horrible picture of rage and loathing, the worst part is she didn't know if it was meant for her or the dark haired man holding her up. Instinctively her fist clenched, gripped rough on fabric between her nails. She realized too late it was Alexanders kefta and quickly realized, hoping and praying he didn't notice.

He did. A cold fury resting over his perfect fixtures a storm brewing behind those quartz eyes. Slowly, those same chilled silver globes traveling slowly over to Mal. His face remained the same, but she knew inside a hurricane was raging ruthlessly. 

She kept her self from blushing at the thought. Telling her self he was made because one of his toys and been stolen. That all she was to him, a toy. He would do the same for Genya.

Genya, she whirled her head around. Genya still stood behind her, her hands reaching out in an welcoming comfort. She reaching out letting her arms wrap around her best friends neck, her red hair tickling Alina's face. The two cried but it was for joy, she embraced David the same. She had almost hug Feydor but pulled back, she didn't think he would like that. 

He surprised her. Feydor gave her a shy grin before reaching out, giving her quick squeeze and letting go. "I'm happy your okay, we got her just in time it looks like." he coughed out awkwardly. Before shifting from foot to foot.

She glanced over to Ivan, how held Mal while everyone interacted. Swallowing her heart beat that had become stuck in her throat she walked over to Mal, each step was a struggle and she felt as if she was dragging 50 pound weights on each leg.

She bent down to her knees and reached a hand out to his face, he snapped his head to the side. "Don't fucking touch me." he barked.

She flinched back. What had she done wrong? Was he mad that she had summoned? She hadn't meant too, it wasn't her fault, right? A deep growl rumbled from behind her, Alexander's hands were clenched and his face scrunched in a nasty snarl. 

Mal shrunk back away from him. 

She turned to Alexander, "What are you planning on doing with him?" probably something terrible. She grinned down at her, his eyes rested in a lazy smug expression. 

"That's all up to you, Alina." oh saints above, why did she love the way he said her name like a prayer, the way she could almost taste it on his lips.

"What ... what do you mean by that?" his smile widened, and he bent down to her level. Tilting her chin upward with his thumb and pointer finger. 

"What I mean is, that I'll give you three oppositions you may chose from. 1. You can run a knife threw his heart. 2. I can snap his pathetic little neck or 3. " she knew she would have to agree to the third one, " you swear to never leave with him again, or 1 and 2 will follow. " 

Authors Note

TADA, I'm actually updating on time! Now I get to finish my chapter for my other story instead of studying for my test today :) Stay hydrated and don't procrastinate sh*t darklings <3 (get it, like darlings, ha I'm great)