Flames. \\Calum Hood AU ~ Third book//

Chapter Twenty Three

Alyx

I entered the bar, it seemed familiar to me. But I wasn't too sure. 

Right, here there is your brother. He won't remember you, but I'll point him out.

I walked in my long hair pulled up into a ponytail on top of my hair. I heard gasps ripple throughout the bar.

"Apparently she lost against him, now he owns her." The people spoke. I ignored them and walked to the bar.

"Pretty lady what do you want?" A man asked at the bar.

"Hey, I'll take care of this one. She's a bit high maintenance." Someone called out.

That's your brother, Mark.

"Can I have one of your strongest?" I asked. He nodded and got me a drink before placing it down beside me. 

"Why doesn't anybody remember you but me?" He asked quietly leaning on the bar.

Act for now, he doesn't need to know I'm helping you out. Wait for my cue.

"Who are you?" I asked. His face paled dramatically.

"I'm your brother, Mark." He spoke. "Why don't you remember me? Has that bastard cleared your memory?"

"What bastard?" I asked.

"I feel like he's talking about me, Mark how do you remember?" I heard Eric. I knocked the drink back, enjoying the burn at the back of my throat.

"Remember what?"

"Her, my princess?" Eric beckoned me over and I walked to him. 

"I didn't forget her, whatever you twisted bastard did to her, to them... it didn't work on me." Mark spoke agressively.

Right, you're going to have to ignore the fact Mark is about to get injured, can you keep that in mind?

I nodded to myself and Eric pulled me close, his hands wrapped around my waist. He glared at Mark who fell to the floor screaming.

"I'd be cautious on what language you use." Eric growled. Mark looked towards me his eyes begging, begging for help.

On the count of three, you need to distract Eric okay?

Then the voice subcontiously counted to three and I stood in front of Eric, gaining his gaze and I felt the inside of me burn up. I let out a pained yell, falling to my knees.

"Princess!" Eric gasped dropping to my level. 

Are you ready? This is your big break.

"Dark Magic, torture." I growled. Eric's eyes widened and I stood up watching as Eric fell to the floor pain obvious. "What did I tell you about hurting me? You know for a fact that I am stronger than you, so don't even try."

"S-Stop!" He groaned. "I order you to stop!"

"I'm not some slave." I whispered and grabbed him by his collar. I lifted him up at arms length, his feet barely touching the floor. "If I find you hurting innocent people again, I'll make this pain ten times worse, per person you've hurt."

"Okay!" He yelled. With that I stopped the spell. He relaxed. I let him down, still keeping a hold of Eric's collar.

Okay now drop the thing you came here for.

With that, I stretched with the one arm, the note in my waistband. I pulled it out and threw it towards Mark. I didn't look back.

Why should I when the note explained everything perfectly?