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A/N: Sadly this story is coming to an end very soon. I am so sorry that this chapter was a little short too. :c I am so glad that you guys loved it though, and told me such wonderful things about it! Aaah!

Based on: The Beast by Spectacle-P, Beauty and the Beast AU.


Chapter Six : Spark

Arthur panted heavily, his vision was blurry. His head barely registered where Alfred was. The cut above his forehead seeped out blood that blinded the Brit. Shakily standing up, Arthur hissed from the sharp pain that came from his wrist. Fuck it all, he probably sprained it. Worst case scenario; it was broken.

The ex-prince was on all fours; growling and hissing at the wizard. Alfred roared, fire escaped from his throat. Arthur barely dodged the flames that burned the walls of where he once stood. Smoke came from the Beast's nostrils. His claws covered with a thin coat of blood. The creature barely suffered the cuts and burns that Arthur had given him from self defense.

Arthur could hardly believe that this was Alfred. What on Earth happened while he was gone?

Knowing that the wizard could not last long in this situation; since he was obviously losing the battle. Arthur had to think fast. However, at the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white that headed his way. Arthur's eyes widened, and jumped to a side; dodging the Best's tackle.

Arthur did not see the small shard of glass when he dodged Alfred's tackle, and slipped on it. His back landed painfully onto the ground. Knocking his head onto the floor as well, a numbing pain came deep within it. Arthur was barely able to keep his consciousness now. Arthur knew he had to get up, but the world around him twisted and turned.

A heavy weight was placed on the Brit. Arthur could barely register the being that was on top of him. He hissed when Alfred had moved to reposition himself; gently brushing against a bruise on his ribcage. Arthur raised his hand in an attempt to launch a ball of fire towards the feral creature, but Alfred took a hold of it and slammed it back down onto the ground with great strength. A nasty cracking sound came from it. The wizard clenched his eyes shut, and muffled his scream. Tears seeped out from the corners of Arthur's closed eyes. It was definitely broken now.

Alfred let out a deep groan from desire and want at what lies just behind the ribcage. He was so close to the beating, warm heart.

"Alfred, please stop,"

Alfred flinched. A familiar scent perched his senses.

"Alfred,"

That voice.

"Stop,"

Who's was it?

Arthur quietly moved his hands past the Beast's grip, and eyes. Positioning them carefully, he took the chance to shoot gushing water at the creature's stomach; sending him flying backwards. Alfred growled in pain when he knocked his head against the wall. The wizard then shakily got back onto his feet, and continued to mutter words of an incantation. A force field then surrounded the Beast.

Alfred was enraged. He roared from the boiling anger that came deep within from his current state. Flames spewed out from his mouth in an attempt to burn his way out of the translucent force around him. Claws scratched against the force; rendering them blunt, His attempts to break free were to no avail.

The wizard slowly moved himself towards the trapped creature. Eyes clenched shut in fear of the force field breaking. Arthur swallowed the nasty bile in his throat, and opened them once more to find himself a meter away from the other. Arthur mumbled another spell under his breath; chains made of similar hue wrapped themselves around the Beast, immobilizing him.

Arthur bit the bullet and reached out with his only good hand. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Bracing himself as the creature shook his head violently, and growled at the approaching hand. Arthur bit his lip, and stayed silent at the searing pain that came from his hand. Alfred had bitten deep into the wizard's flesh. The wizard dared not move, for he only waited. Blood began to stream down from the punctured skin.

The two remained in the same position for minutes. Eventually Arthur had felt the fangs slowly remove themselves. He still dared not to open his eyes, for in fear that his control on the ex-prince had been lost. The creature had stopped growling, only silence greeted him.

"Arthur?" Alfred's voice sounded rough from all of the howling, and roaring he had done earlier. Arthur's heart leaped at the call of his name, he hesitantly opened his eyes once more. Emerald-greens immediately found themselves staring back from confused sea-blues.

Arthur smiled warmly. Those were the same pair of eyes that Arthur knew. The force field and chains had faded at his will; releasing the Beast. He was glad that Alfred had returned back to normal. Fatigue had however caught up on the Brit, and made him unsteady on his feet. His smile faded, the world around him twisted and turned. All he could hear was faint calls of his name before his world grew dark.

"Give a heart, receive another's,"

He could not tell how long he was asleep, but when he had awoken. He found himself in his old room in the castle. Arthur hissed at the pain that coursed throughout his body. Muscles aching, his stomach growled, and his injuries stung hard.

Arthur tried to heal himself, but he realized that his right wrist was broken and piercing pain that came from it when he had attempted to move it made the Brit flinch. After a minute or two, he brought out his only good hand from under the covers. He noticed that it was bandaged by the handkerchief that he had given Alfred long ago. It made his heart warm at the thought that Alfred had kept it. Arthur always assumed that the ex-prince had thrown it away because he had stopped wearing it at one point.

Mumbling the words of an incantation, he used up all of his mana to heal most of his injuries. Arthur heaved a sigh of relief when most of the pain had went away from his body. The only things that were left unhealed were only his cuts, and some bruises. His wrist could use some time on its own too. Completely exhausted, Arthur let himself fall back onto the bed. Taking in the sweet comfort from the soft bed. His eyelids fluttered into a close; ready to fall back into the depths of slumber.

Knocks came from the door of the room which jolted the Brit awake. He turned his head, not having enough energy to sit up. Opening his mouth, "Come in," His voice was incredibly weak, his throat was dry.

Knowing who the being was behind the door. Emerald-greens watched the door opened slowly with Alfred hesitantly peeking in like a child that has broken his mother's favorite vase. The Brit smiled faintly at the other that dared not approach the wizard. Arthur patted the edge of the bed with his only good hand, but he flinched when his aching muscles gave him a piercing pain. Arthur tried his best not to show it, and continued to smile.

"Do.. do you need anything?" Alfred timidly asked. Arthur turned his entire body (despite how much it had hurt for doing so), and laid on his side to face the ex-prince. Arthur nodded weakly, and mouthed 'water' for he had no voice to use anymore. Alfred nodded, and scurried out of the room.

Minutes passed, Arthur watched the door. Eyelids drooping once more. He was ready to fall asleep, but Alfred had returned with vase full of river water. Arthur weakly sat up, and took the vase into his hands. Using his legs to support the large pottery, and he started to drink. It was cold, but that was what made the relief from being incredibly dehydrated so much sweeter. When Arthur was done, at least half of the vase had been emptied. The Beast quietly placed the vase on the floor, fairly close to the bed.

Alfred was ashamed of himself; for letting his urges get the better of him. For turning him into such a monster. The state that in Brit was in, it was all of his fault. He was nothing, but a monster, inside and out. There was no excuse for his actions. Lowering his head out of guilt and indescribable feelings of disappointment for himself. Arthur's hand gently cupped his cheek was what broke the train of thoughts. Lifting his head up once more, Alfred froze at the sight of Arthur staring straight at him with that same smile. That same, warm smile.

"I-"

"It's alright, Alfred," Arthur interrupted him. Alfred frowned heavily, and shook his head.

"It's not alright! You almost died, and it's because of me and-" Alfred protested, but he was silenced by Arthur's hand on his head. Somehow, a tinge of nostalgia had gently brushed over the ex-prince's senses. Arthur patted the creature's head like he did back in the dream, before he slowly moved away from the locks of hair, and cupped Alfred's cheek once more.

"You were not yourself, so don't blame yourself so much," Arthur weakly smiled, coughing a little. He needed more rest, but he tried his best to stay awake. Alfred bit his lip, pausing for a moment. The wheat-colored blonde's hand moved towards his chest where it was void of his heart; where the curse was casted.

"But it's part of me, this... this... thing," Alfred bitterly gestured to where his heart was meant to be. The shirt he wore was incredibly tattered from the fight they had earlier on. There were scratch marks, and scars from Alfred's self harm on his chest that never went away.

".. What?" Arthur looked at him, confused. Alfred sighed, and swallowed the nasty bile in his throat. Adding what he tried to avoid from doing so in the first place.

"I need to eat a heart, Arthur,"

There was a pregnant pause.

"... Oh,"

Arthur had no idea what to respond to that. Alfred had to eat his heart. Simple as that. But if Alfred had eaten his heart, he would die and that was probably the reason why Alfred had stopped himself from doing so. Alfred could have eaten another's heart, but due to reasons that went unnamed. Alfred had not done so and the wizard assumed that he would not bring himself to do it.

So either way, it was a bad ending to this fairytale.