King Beast - Vicious Flames

Chapter 11

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Fear was an old friend.

I had shared my life with it since I was able to store memories.

Eyes that spied, nostrils that absorbed, fangs that snapped, and murmurs in unpeopled spaces.

Still, I had lived with fear and eventually got used to it... yet, at night a candle was always lit, doors were always double-locked, my legs never ceased running.

Coexisting with fear had made me accept its presence until I got used to it and I had gained a certain attitude; a courage, or perhaps a stupidity. A courageous stupidity, father called it. The same courageous stupidity that, in the face of the embodiment of fear itself, made me say those words. "You are weak." And I had ended up stumbling backwards and then running away in that cave, now left overs.

My certain attitude caused a cave to melt away with all its precious and history. My mouth, with its foolish courage, or courageous foolishness, had caused several animals and birds residing within or above the cave to perish and turned into roasts.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Hush," said the monster.

And this time, I listened to the soft order.

I wouldn't risk a bigger flame.

He bled, his strange blood mingled with mine when he scooped me into his arms and stood in one smooth movement.

With my mouth shut, my eyes were on my hands, joined to my chest. I was trying not to stare into his eyes. It was a difficult task. They really were quite beautiful as much as they terrified me. The color was the darkest of blue. He had nice high cheekbones, too, and an epic nose. He really was a handsome devil, or dragon, and even though I tried not to care, my heartbeat reacted to his proximity. Proximity of a dragon.

His actions thoroughly confused me though.

I could tell he was furious, yet he cradled me on his chest with a almost feathery touch. The thumb of the hand that held me under my thigh rubbed lightly the super-sensitive skin. His arms had tightened possessively at first, but he must have reminded himself that I was breakable. I felt incredibly small and fragile in his arms but also warm...

What am I doing? I have to look for Gianni. I need to-

His mighty wings tore from his back, splaying wide.

I shrieked when I found myself in the air, held by those scaly, thick arms.

"I told you, forgetful rat," he caught my chin in firm fingers so that his eyes captured my gaze. It was like falling into a blue, bottomless universe. Endless. Timeless. "You are mine. For eternity. No one else's."

The distance with the ground increased more and more.

"Don't drop me...please." I moaned, trying to not peek down.

Heights terrified me just as much as scaly monsters did. He might be quite a forgetful-

He sighed, the air coming from his nose hit my forehead; the right corner of his lip curled up. "Again, she offended me. I've lost count by now."

We were high up, forest below us and a chain of mountain in front, his wings flapping. We must have left the Valley and the woods with blue torches, where the run took place.