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This story is pure YuuRam - Yuuri/Wolfram
Other couples include - YozRad - Yozak/Conrad and Gweter - Gwendal/Gunter
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gruesome, Blood-Spill, Alpha/Omega/Beta, Suggested Sexual Themes and MPreg
Yaoi/Slash/Shounen ai

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Chapter 15

Blood Stained Heart

The side door to the room burst open with a swift kick from Conrad's boot.

It swiftly collapsed inwardly and hung weakly off one rusty hinge. He shook his head and coughed as fiery smoke came spreading out from the space and filled the air. He coughed louder and waved his hand in front of his face. His eyes narrowed and he moved into the room worriedly. Light with particles of floating around him, and he shuddered from the burning hot flames spreading around him like waves. What he saw – his memory, in his memory, it was etched into it forever. Stitched firmly. He shook and gasped, feeling weak to the touch. His eyes were burning with fury and he was breathing hard. How could he let this happen? Happen to the both of them. It was too much, too overwhelming. How could he be too careless? Quickly he took charge of the guards following after him. He could hear his mother being held outside by Yozak. He shared a look with Murata before they all leaped into action.

His body throbbed. It wasn't as painful as it seemed, considering from how tender his body was. With a low grumble, Yuuri shifted and tilted his head back. His body was suspended by rope, he noted, rope that dug into his already raw and blood-red wrists. His feet shifts, his bare toes lightly touching the freezing cold stone underneath him. He trembled a little, noticing that where ever he had been brought to, it wasn't kept very well as he could see the outside weather had entered and even frost had begun to seep across the ground. Yuuri let out a pathetic sneeze, feeling the winter in every part of his body.

Even though his body felt as if it had went to hell and back, Yuuri noticed his strength very slowly but surely returning, but he was still weak. He couldn't stand up straight, his knees were buckled and he was slouching within the bitter air. The rope being the only thing to prevent him from crashing to the ground, it was like his legs had no will to stand straight.

"What happened?" he wondered to himself, his eyes sliding shut briefly. Why was he so tired? His head felt heavy and he tried to throw his mind back to remember what had happened. You'd think he would freak out, about being tired up and hanging from pretty rope, right? Well, this isn't the first time Yuuri had been captured. Granted, he had never been tied up like this before – normally he was able to talk it out before anything real bad happened.

'Don't worry Heika, it'll wear off soon. The second dose will be much worse.'

Jade orbs snapped open. He was drugged. He was drugged. Yuuri felt his face pale, he had never been drugged before, and it had affected him so. How? Why? Hardly nothing affected him, half because he had human blood running through his veins and half because he was the bloody King!

"That's why my body feels so tender…" Yuuri realized, and winced upon noticing how dry and raw his throat felt. He tried to make a sound, but couldn't. His throat burned a little. He tried to move his legs, forcing them to stand but his legs shook too much – it was like he had spent hours full out running with all his strength. It was nothing like how he would feel after running with Conrad in the morning.

Swiftly, he noticed something laying to the side of him. Yuuri tries to move his head around to look over at the much smaller figure shivering and laying weakly. Imminently, Yuuri gasped and felt his heart drop and his body prickled all over.

"Wolfram."

Yuuri frowned so deeply that his face burned. It really was Wolfram, his Omega. The blonde didn't even react to him calling and that worried Yuuri as Wolfram always would react to him. Even if it was just a little shy glance, Wolfram never truly out right ignored him. Something was wrong, very wrong. Yuuri growled to himself, twisting his hands and shuddering.

It was cold. Wolfram was laying on his side, eyes slightly open, though they remained unfocused. Looking but not really seeing. His muscles clenched and unclenched – his body screaming at him something was wrong. Of course something was wrong, when wasn't it? His life was wrong. He had brought shame to his family, had caused so many problems. Maybe it was a good thing he had been kidnapped as a baby. Perhaps he didn't deserve to live.

Wolfram wheezed softly, feeling blood trick from his mouth. His head throbbed as he slowly shifted and let out a low whimper from the pain that seemed to follow his every movement. His hands laid numbly against the cold, prickling ground that duck into his skin. He felt as though his skin was burning worse than usual. He wanted to scratch at himself, to dig his fingers into the soft flesh and rip it off but he couldn't move his arms. He didn't have the strength to, or he just didn't care anymore.

He was just so tired. Like he had never slept before – his body was screaming to sleep.

"Wolfram. You have to fight it. It's the drug."

Yuuri could almost sense Wolfram's fear, sadness and most of all Wolfram's energy fading away and that terrified him. Yuuri let out a deep whine, his throat still felt dry and his voice was weak, but he forced it to go higher and louder as possible. This drug, was obviously affecting Wolfram more than himself – Yuuri had a hunch it might be because of his magic and his Alpha – the Moah swirling inside.

Yuuri shook his head furiously, and twists his fingers a little around the thick rope. He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes throwing shadows across his white cheeks and pressed his lips tightly together. Inhaling sharply, Yuuri began to try and summon up the Alpha inside, the Moah spirit from the pit of his stomach. He could feel his skin twitch and prickle all over, flashes of the familiar blueness zipped around him. Just as Yuuri felt the familiar ball of power began to surface, scratching at the surface it stopped. Like the door inside his mind swung shut and was locked up.

His body swiftly throbbed, and Yuuri gasped. His eyes sprung open and he stared at nothing, his fingers twitches and he panted. Why did it feel as if his lungs were beginning crushed? His stomach flopped and his knees buckled further. "W-What?" Yuuri wondered out loud, feeling as if the small spare of magic, power and strength being drained from him. The sinking feeling he felt since he awake, he was being drained slowly but surely!

Quickly, his mind clicked and his head swung backward to look up the ropes. Of course! He gapped out, mouth curling into a tight line as his eyes narrowed at the crystals imbedded into the rope. Normally, they don't affect him at all – he hardly felt the effects of them. Houseki. The stone that can increase a person's houryoku or drain it away, the humans that still hold grudges against Mazoku, tended to use them against Mazoku. Against his Kingdom.

A midnight eyebrow raised, they looked like Houseki but they weren't really ruby. It was strange, Yuuri had only ever saw the reddish stones, but these Houseki he hadn't ever seen before. They're an odd blue and green color that didn't even shine. They looked kind of ordinary, nothing special. The Houseki stones Yuuri remembered seeing were beautiful and glowed with such brightness. These didn't even have that soft shine.

Yuuri wasn't sure what was going on, why he had been strung up or the deal with the stones. All he could think about was the Omega Mazoku laying a mere few feet away.

"Wolfram?" he called out once more, his voice slightly creaking coursing Yuuri to grumble lowly and bit at his bottom lip.

Letting out a low groan, Wolfram blinks once and then twice at the voice. He didn't want to move, but his chest twisted so much at the voice that he felt as if he couldn't ignore it. Licking at his dry and chipped lips, Wolfram struggled to move his arms and slowly pushes himself up. His body burned. It was like acid had been poured over his full body, and almost as if hands were underneath his skin ripping anything apart, the pain flared up more and more. It was like all his bones were being snapped all at once.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri smiles, as Wolfram turned his attention to Yuuri.

Yuuri's eyes narrowed, as he noticed the small trickle of red that dripped from the corner of Wolfram's mouth. "Wolfram? Are you okay? You're bleeding." He called out worriedly, pulling at the stupid ropes above him and sighed when they didn't give out. In fact, he felt himself grow with slight frustration.

Wolfram blinks slowly, but tiredly. His mind still felt fuzzy but he was able to hear Yuuri. It wasn't bad, really. Almost like Yuuri was underwater and he could understand what was being said. He tried to focus on the double black Alpha, his eyes burning as he looked upon Yuuri. He slowly and weakly reaches up, whipping the reddish liquid from his mouth.

Obviously the drug was still affecting Wolfram, but it seemed to almost be out of Yuuri's system. The young King inhales sharply, running his dark eyes along the thick metal cage like door locking Wolfram into a small space. His chest tightens and his stomach twists, he couldn't even call upon the Moah inside him. Hell, he couldn't quite feel him either. Ever since he had entered Shin Mazoku, he had never been so alone before now. Even when he was separated from Conrad and the others, the Moah – his Alpha was always there with him.

"The drug has begun to wear off earlier than expected."

Yuuri felt all the hairs upon his body stand up on end, and his eyes widens briefly. He turns his head and gasped lightly. She entered the room as if she owned it, and in ways, she did. Her dress wasn't as glamourize as it once was, a dusty navy color with the first few rows of ribbon of her top loosened revealing a little too much for his liking. Her sleeves were rolled up to her forearms, showing her milky white skin with her fiery red hair pulled off her face and held into a messy bun. It was as if the freezing coldness in the air from the snow outside didn't bother her at all, and Yuuri kind of expected it not to since she lived here most of her life.

"Avilly." Yuuri grunted out.

His instincts told him something wasn't right, that something was off about her and his Alpha – the Moah had been wary about her from the very beginning. And Yuuri, being him, had ignored the spirt within him and tried to see the best in everyone – including the Madam. She didn't seem as mean or cruel as the Moah was making her out to be.

"Heika! I didn't expect you to have fought the drug off so soon. Apparently, it took Shinou a day to fight off." Avilly spoke with a red smile. Her dusty eyes narrowing down on the King. She struts around the strung up King.

Avilly clocks her head to the side, her eyes glowing darkly as she looked to the Omega and chuckled. "Just as the books says. It lasts much longer in a normal Omega." She purred out, walking towards Wolfram and crouching down. She reaches through the barred cage and lightly grasps Wolfram's chin.

"Not so pretty now, huh?" She murmured out, turning Wolfram side to side and observing the patches that began to appear upon Wolfram's soft skin. He looked weak and was becoming sicker and sicker with every passing minute. Avilly wondered how much longer the Omega would last. She couldn't help but laugh at his tired face.

"Stop it." Yuuri breathed out, clenching the rope that gnawed more into his skin. The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach wasn't as strong or violent as it once had been. Obviously, the stones were still draining him but not as much – most likely because Yuuri wasn't using his magic anymore.

Yuuri trembled, he shivered from the cold air – normally he liked the cold weather. Preferring a rainy day to a hot sunny day, most likely because he was a water Mazoku but this was ridiculous. His skin felt as if it was being frozen, like a thick layer of frost was being laid upon his body and becoming stronger and stronger with each passing moment.

"I said stop it! What exactly do you want?" Yuuri growled out, panting and wheezing while staring at the woman.

Avilly let out sigh, and moved her hand away from Wolfram. She snorts as she notices small darkish bruises appearing where her fingers had just been. Of course, the stupid Omega would have such weak and delicate skin! Of course he would. Rolling her eyes at the pathetic blonde, she stood and dusted her long navy skirt.

"I have to say Heika. Everything I heard about you is wrong." Avilly uttered out in a harsh and firm tone. She tilts her head back and sticks her nose up in the air, staring at the surprised King through the thickness of her eyelashes. "I find you unbelievable annoying. How somebody like you became the King is beyond me. I'm surprised you haven't ran the Kingdom into the ground yet – but I guess it's those advisers of yours that keeps an eye on what you do. I'm guessing more than once they had to save your sorry ass?"

Yuuri clenches his teeth, but tries not to let her words get to him. It was true, he had done a few things he maybe shouldn't have done. A few stupid things, but he had always tried to do his best for his Kingdom and besides, Murata had told him he was doing very well. He felt more to trust Murata's word over Avilly's – she seemed like she was unstable to him. Why was she doing this?

Avilly straightens herself up fully, and lightly curls a loos red hair around her finger. "Isn't it obvious?" she laughed, her voice shrill as she laughed. It echoed through the air and made Yuuri wince from the ear-throbbing pitch.

Yuuri frowned, and his eyebrows raised to her line. "What's obvious?" he panted out tiredly, eyelids flickering every now and then.

Humming lowly, Avilly rubs her chin a little and clocks her head to the side further. "You know, my mother was an Omega. She was so pathetic. Always crying and screaming. She used to spend nights just screaming at the top of her lungs down here. It was so annoying. The only relief we ever got was the night she finally took her last breathe. I don't know why father even kept her around. She was such a disgrace to our clan." She sighed, rolling her eyes and rubbing her temples.

"Wait! You mean you locked your mother down here? Because she was an Omega? That's crazy!" Yuuri gasped out in shock. His eyes running around the tiny air, and his feet curled together. He couldn't even imagine hurting his beloved mother, sure she is a little headstrong - having dressed him up as a girl as a child - but Yuuri loves her. Adores her, there is no way he could ever hurt her.

Avilly burst into laughter. "That's crazy! Heika you really are deranged but what else could you expect from an Alpha that is smitten and seduced by an Omega?" she hums, ignoring the dozy – sleepy glare the King sent her.

"Mother would have brought shame to the Nagi clan. And father decided to keep her out of the spot light. Nobody knew that about her. We couldn't throw her away, though. As much as we wanted too. It would cause attention, and we knew Mother would go rambling about our clan. We couldn't afford that. So we locked her down here. Strung her up at night, and sometimes I was allowed to play. Hot pokers are fun to handle. Mother squealed like a pig." Avilly grinned, slowly rocking on her feet as she thought back to her childhood and smiles even wider – revealing her sharp white teeth.

Yuuri was shocked, surprised. He couldn't stop staring at the woman. She was the one who was deranged. Who does that to their own mother? He felt sick and wanted to throw up, but he had nothing in his stomach to throw up. How could she have hidden such a twisted persona?

Avilly's shoulders raised and fell in a deep sigh. "Eventually, Mother wore out. Like everything else in this world – nothing lasted forever and Father was so pleased. I was too. Mother didn't even deserve a burial, so we simply grounded up her bones and threw them out across the ocean. Then Father simply announced that Mother had been lost at sea." She chuckles, slowly rocking her head back and forth. She looked so happy, so damn happy to recall the memories. Yuuri just kept his mouth shut, and shook his head slowly in disbelief. He wondered if Lady Cecilie knew how broken this woman was?

"I wasn't so lonely. I didn't care that Mother had finally left. I was happy, and I no longer had to deal with her deranged screams for forgiveness. As if she deserved forgiveness for what she had done. Ha. How pathetic is she? Right, Heika?" Avilly rolled her eyes, and snorted loudly.

Suddenly Avilly let out a deep sigh, and wrapped her arms tightly around herself. Pushing her reasonably size bust up. "Then Father took me to Shin Mazoku, to visit my dear friend. After all Cecilie had just been crowned the next Queen. And I was so pleased and happy. My love for her grew every day. We spent so much time together. Our time together was so precious to me."

Yuuri felt his jaw drop. 'Is she… is she in love with Lady Cecilie?' he wondered in surprise.

"Everything was so perfect. And Cecilie truly looked beautiful as the Queen but then she met that man. Lord Voltaire. I was so angry. How could Cecilie leave me for him? Did she know he was up to no good? He wanted one thing from her and she was more than willing to give it up. Disgraceful!" she hissed out, baring her teeth and clenching her hands. She dug her fingers into the marital of her dress. Her face becoming hideous in pure anger.

Avilly breathed out, calming herself and smiling brightly. "But I was patient and just as I expected, he was up to no good and Cecilie finally came to her senses. She left him and came back to me. You know. She always came back to me. Always came crawling back, no matter what. We truly can't be apart. We're one and will always be one. Haha." She laughs gleefully, and eyes swirling. "Of cause she came back with a parasite. It wasn't too bad, I suppose. The parasite became a Beta. So it wasn't too bad, and besides, as he grows, he wouldn't want to be around Cecilie, which meant she was mine again."

Yuuri narrows his eyes. He didn't like how she was speaking as if she owned Cecilie, like the beautiful and kind woman was a toy of Avilly's. And he really didn't like how she was calling Gwendal a parasite. She didn't care that Cecilie loved her son, she didn't care – he was a parasite in the way of things to her.

"Sir Weller was just a pathetic human that, despite my warnings, continued to get in the way of things. He never listened to me. It isn't my fault. It was his. He should have listened to me, but he wouldn't. He kept challenging me, so he had to be punished." Avilly shrugged carelessly and giggled. Her eyes flickering to the side and curling a crimson hair around her finger once more. She looked to the side with a wide smile.

Yuuri stared with wide eyes at the woman, horrified. Was she indicating, what he thought she was?

Avilly smiles sweetly. "It was too easy. Nobody expected me. Just a small shove and down the steps he went. Just a human. Nothing more nothing less. A pathetic thing really. He was like a little doll at the bottom of the stairs. It was the best show I've seen, after Mother of course." She shrugged and laughed.

"That half breed wasn't much of a bother either. When Cecilie brought that one into the world, she was much easier to control. She trust people far too much. Too easily. The boy, another Beta, so I guess it was good." She muttered lowly, rubbing her chin a little and smirked.

"No. The real trouble began when Cecilie found that pathetic man. He was so sickly, and just not worth my precious Cecilie's time." She huffed, rolling her eyes and grumbling under her breathe. Making less than kind or colorful words. She runs her hand through her red mane. "He was always there. And so damn kind all the time – it was like he had no morals. He bared so much crap and it was pathetic. My Cecilie liked it for some reason. I guess she liked being in control – being the dominating one for the first time. I was surprised to find out he wasn't an Omega. He seemed like one, sounds like one and even acted like one but he didn't smell like one. I didn't understand it, but he kept saying he was a Beta…"

Avilly shrugged and snorted loudly, crossing her arms over her bust and rolled her eyes. "I had some suspicions. But I really couldn't prove anything. Even to this day, I have no idea how he did it. I knew he was an Omega, but he wasn't presented as one." She snorted, shaking her head and huffing.

"Because of him. My Cecilie had that thing." Avilly spat out, glaring over at Wolfram who was sitting quietly.

Wolfram quietly stared back at her. His emerald eyes boring into her own ones. His body tingled a little, he could still feel the drug within his blood, rushing back and forth through his body. He wheezed a little and shook his head very slowly. Even though he felt so weak, he was listening to everything the woman was saying. He was surprised with what she was saying.

'So then… she did all this because she was in love with Cecilie. My mother…' Wolfram thought to himself, sniffling and softly rubbing his arms.

He glanced at himself, and noticed weakly that most of his onesie that Cecilie had forced him into was cut up and barely hanging on him. Wolfram couldn't help but feel a little relieved about it. Glancing over at Yuuri, Wolfram swallowed a thick lump upon seeing how tightly he was tied up with his arms above his head. The wolf ears and tail he wore to the party was gone, as well as his boots. The collar of his shirt had been ripped open, and Wolfram could just about see the two small puncture marks of needles. Wolfram sniffled and whimpered to himself, curling up on himself. What was going on? Why has Avilly done this?

"My wonderful, beautiful Cecilie had to give birth to that thing. It screwed everything up! All Cecilie could talking about, or even think about was the parasite." Avilly growled, shaking her head disapprovingly and lightly tapping her foot against the ground. "As soon as you were born, Cecilie no longer had time for me! It was all Honey-chan! Why? Because he looked like her, because Honey-chan was her little pathetic Omega!"

Yuuri's eyes widens and his jaw felt slack. Is she seriously, doing this because she became jealous over Wolfram? Seriously? His head slowly shook side to side in pure disbelief. 'How crazy is she?'

"It was such a relief when he went missing. I was so happy! Cecilie was so sad though, that stupid little Omega made her cry so much! Wasted tears on somebody who didn't deserve it! Ha! I bet you want our forgiveness too? Hm? Shame you won't get it. You don't deserve it!" Avilly said, a thick red grin directed down at Wolfram. Watching in pure satisfaction as he waved side to side – perhaps it was during close to another dose?

Humming, Avilly twisted and held her hands out. "The only regret I had, was that I didn't get the chance to get rid of the stupid Omega myself! I wish I could have done it – but I'd like to thank whoever took you away but at the same time, I'd like to smack them. They should've drowned him when they had the chance! Now look! He's back, and already screwing up everyone's lives. Just like all the other Omegas that came before him."

Avilly suddenly smiles sweetly, turning to face the double King and chuckled. "But I have a chance now. A chance to fix their mistakes. Nobody can trace it back to me, after all I have my own Omega. My pathetic Omega, Elixus. My father wanted me to marry that stupid man. So he set up an arranged marriage for me, and that's how I got stuck with Elixus. That stupid Omega, she ruined so much. Father was so disappointed with me for baring such a child. I wanted to case her out, but that ignorant husband of mine wouldn't allow it. He begged me not to get rid of the child, and instead, allowed me to lock her down here."

"You locked your daughter in here?" Yuuri wheezed out, eyes widening and jaw dropping. His heart skipped a beat at the thought and hopped Avilly did hurt Elixus like she did with her mother.

"Of course, Heika. She chose to be an Omega. So she had to be punished. But my husband refused to harm her, so we agreed on just locking her down here." Avilly shrugged uncaringly. She played with another lock of her and began to hum. "In fact, the only use she can really do for me is to bridge me back with my beautiful Cecilie. Once she mates with that Conrad, I can have Cecilie again. We will be together forever. I just have last thing to tie up, before everything falls into place and I get what I want."

'She's obsessive, and needs help…She chose? It isn't a chose...doesn't she understand that?' Yuuri thought, biting his bottom lip and looking over Wolfram worriedly. He sighed in relief to see the blonde sitting calmly, he no longer was waving side to side and was sitting straight.

Shaking his head, Yuuri glared at Avilly. "Look. You really think Lady Cecilie will be happy if you hurt Wolfram? She wouldn't be! You can't hurt Wolfram, Lady Cecilie will never forgive you! I won't let you hurt him either!" Yuuri gasped out, struggling against the bounds holding him.

Avilly just laughed. A bubble travelled up her throat and burst, laughter falling from her lips and she smiled cruelly. Swiftly, she turns and takes something from her pocket. It was long, and small with a sharp end that glows a little from the dim light of the candle. She holds up to eyes view and flicks the tip with her fingers. She giggled and grinned widely, stepping up to Yuuri. "I believe it's time for your second dose, Heika – after all you need to be punished too. We don't need a King who wants to mate with a stupid Omega, do we?"

Yuuri's midnight eyes grew wider and he growled, clenching teeth together. He shuddered and whined lowly as he felt the need rip into the soft skin across his throat. His hand shook and he immediately felt as if his body was set on fire, and he felt pressure quickly began to build upon his chest. His legs shook and buckled, he hissed through clenched teeth and his head slowly ducked, panting as sweat began to build upon the surface of his skin.

Laughing even louder, Avilly turned and walked towards one of the small chest near the door. She crouched and quickly withdrawn a long coil or some kind. It was long and thick, a dark musty color and Avilly gripped the handle of it tightly. She twisted her hand and squealed when flickered out, and hit the wall in a loud snapping sound. Her eyes glows and she spins around on the balls of feet in excitement.

"It's time to play, Heika!" she laughed, and held out the long curled whip. It had was thin and ran down into a sharp like tip. It had what looked like a side of a blade imbedded into the side of the thick whip.

Wolfram gasped, feeling his breathe get caught in his throat as he stared at the familiar object. He had seen a whip and been hit by a whip before, but never one like that. It was sharp and most definitely designed to draw blood. He gulped and shivered, wiggling a little on the spot and ripping his teeth into the bottom of his lip. He sniffled and slowly wiggled forward. He shook his head, silently begging her not to do what he expected her to do.

'Please. Not Yuuri… please…' Wolfram thought in panic, his fingers digging into his knees as he stared through the small opening.

With the handle of the whip, Avilly struck Yuuri across his torso. Yuuri bites his bottom lip, holding in the cry of pain as he felt his body throb from the whip striking him again and again. He crushed his lips together and clenched his eyes shut, and inhaled sharply. His body shook and trembled from the pain that kept coming in waves.

Avilly burst into a fit of laughter, it echoed around them and she grinned. She brought the whip high above her, and then brought it back down upon the Alpha King. She could tell the drug had begun to take control once again, rendering him as weak as a mere Omega and that excited her.

The whip smacked against the side of Yuuri's head, slapping against his temple and coursing his body to convulsed and groaned. Immediately, blood ran down in a rill, caressed the curve of his cheek, and collected on his chin in droplets. Yuuri gasped out, feeling pain to flare across his face, split his bottom lip and creating horrifying cuts to slash across his skin – beginning to swell too.

Wolfram trembled, he ducked his head and clenched his eyes shut. His shoulders shook and his body jerked with every snap of the whip that echoed through the air. He inhaled sharply and cried out breathless. He couldn't look, and he sniffled to himself.

Yuuri panted, just staring down the frost ground. His eyes closing and opening. His head felt heavy and he could hardly understand what was happening. He could feel the whip hitting him, sending twisting pain through him. The first sensation is numbness in the struck area, followed by a slow growing itch and before he knew it, the itch grews to a burn as if he had touched a hot stove and then he can feel the expansion of the skin. This is sometimes caused by the skin actually splitting. Swiftly an intense itchy tingling, followed by cramping of the muscles overcame him, and an uncontrolled shudder or urge to writhe. A dull throbbing ache sets automatically after, it now doesn't itch or sting, but rather aches. It's closer to a punch than a cut. Both way it burns and Yuuri whimpers from it, feeling another whip come down upon him.

'S-Stop…'

Wolfram lifts his head and breathed out, he moves towards the gate that held him back and with wide teary eyes he had to watch as Avilly hurt the one he loved. He trembled and bites his bottom lip, he let out a low hiccup. Whimpering to himself, he felt the tears begin rolling down his round cheeks as he suddenly heard Yuuri cry out when another whip lashed at him.

'P-Please stop…'

Avilly smirks widely, she eventually steps away and hums. She perches her hips in thought, her eyes glowing and she turned around, glancing briefly at Wolfram and laughed at his face. "Maybe it's time to move onto another one of my favorite toys? Mother loved this one." She laughed, carelessly through it to the side and reaching back into the small box and pulled out a reasonable size nagger. It was about the size of her forearm. She held it up and laughed, gleefully as it caught Yuuri's attention. She grins even wider, upon seeing the blacken skin around his right eye. She found herself so pleased that she had given him a black eyes.

Avilly brought the dagger down. At first there is no pain at all, as Yuuri's body goes into pure shock right away. Yuuri wasn't sure what had happened, as his head felt dizzy before he noticed blood begin pool out from his shoulder where Avilly had dug her dagger in. Yuuri shook in realize that Avilly had stabbed him.

Soon a dull throbbing begins at the wound site, this grows in intensity until the pain begins to overtake the double black senses and panic begins to set in. The pain began to circle around his head, and he gasped for breathe, feeling even more dizzy than before. He wasn't sure if he could keep consciousness at this rate, now a different level of shock begins to overtake him and Yuuri couldn't stop himself from tremble. He tilts his head around to look at the wound ripped across his shoulder and gasped, feeling his chest tremble.

Avilly grinned in gleefulness, eyeing the red liquid beginning to dripple down and staining Yuuri's black clothes. She giggled and swung her dagger once again. The metal sliced through Yuuri's skin with little effort and dug straight in. Instantly, Yuuri cried out in pain and felt the effect of the knife. A searing burn flared up his side, consuming him in agony and making his mind go blank further. Besides pain, nerves were starting to rise in him. Avilly grins, watching the blood come rushing down along his black clothed hip. She jerked the knife in a bit further before yanking it out suddenly. Yuuri's vision blurred as tears lined his jade eyes especially when Avilly twisted the nagger.

Blood was slowly but surely beginning to pool down between Yuuri's legs. Wolfram was horrified, his face eyes burned and let out a deep hiccup. Shaking on the on the spot, he bites at his bottom lip and feels his stomach tightens further. "N-No, stop. Ple-ase." He tried to say, but only came out in an odd creaking sound. His hands reached up and he grabbed onto the metal bars of the caged, his fingers pressing into the bars and slicing into the softness of the palms of his hands.

Yuuri shook and gasped, his body throbbed all over and he couldn't see right. He felt faint, and he wanted to sleep. Avilly twisted the dagger and ripped across the side of Yuuri's stomach. Yuuri's teeth chattered as it pierces his skin. It is a cold pain, it's quite a shock pain, associable with an electric shock, and it's very sudden. Then as the knife continues to enter, Yuuri lets out another cry and shook, feeling the coldness blade enter him further. Just the knife is removed, the pain increases. It is a sharp shooting pain throughout Yuuri's entire body. The pain grow and grow and Yuuri felt light headed.

Wolfram felt panic set in, watching Yuuri's face. Noticing the way Yuuri's face was becoming whiter and whiter. He felt his heart shudder, and he couldn't breathe at all. His eyes grow so wide that the skin around them burned, and stung. He bites his bottom, eyes running over Yuuri's body. Crimson staining him, splashing along his male skin and his body hung loosely.

His heart drops as he notices Yuuri was hardly moving. Wolfram shook his head furiously, not wanting to believe this. He was going to lose Yuuri, but on his own again! At mere thought of it, Wolfram gasped loudly and felt his body shook all over. His fingers tightening around the icy cool metal bar and sobbed. He slowly rocked his head side to side. No. No, no, no, no, no!

Wolfram's hands started to sweat, clamming up as they tightened around the metal. His heart pounded loudly, sending a rushing like wave through his head. He hiccupped, feeling as if his throat was being closed up, as if a thick rope was tied around his throat and something was pulling on both ends of the rope. His finger trembled, and his head flopped forward – Wolfram just stared down at his lap.

'Why… why can't I do anything? I'm a Mazoku too! I should have be able to do something! Why… why?' Wolfram thought, his view becoming fuzzy and blurry as more tears builds on the edges of his eyes. Dripping off his long eyelashes, and completely blinding him as they fell from his face. He sobbed, his throat felt as if it was twisted. His dirty blonde hair falling into his face and cried. No. He couldn't be alone anymore, he didn't want to lose Yuuri – his Alpha. Not when he had just got him. It wasn't fair. And he felt trapped, alone and chained down by nothing but his uselessness.

Please. No. No. Stop.

His hands clenches further, and he leans forward more. He cries, struggling to breath. Wolfram's shoulders were hunched and he felt like he was crushed by nothing but his own despair. Wolfram's throat twitched and burned, and an itchy like sensation curled up his throat. He hiccupped louder, ad felt his face heating up further. His ears rung from the laughter that kept spinning around him, making his head throb. He whined and whimpered, lightly tugging on the bars. Willing them to move but nothing happened.

'Please-Please… please move…' he thought to himself, beginning the metal but they ignored him. Wolfram wasn't sure what he wanted to do, even if the he did get through the metal cage. He just wanted them to move, he just wanted to get out. He wanted to help. Wolfram wanted to save Yuuri. His Yuuri. He couldn't bear the thought of not being with his Alpha no longer. He didn't even get to be with Yuuri as a mate.

All Wolfram could think off was Yuuri. The double black filled his mind. His gentle midnight orbs that would stare at him kindly. The goofy smile that would make his stomach flip and his chest warm. His toes would curl and his fingers would twitch. The warm and gentle words that would make Wolfram smile. Most all, the gentle touches and soft kisses that made Wolfram warm all over. His chest would heat up and his stomach would flutter.

Wolfram felt his complete being shake. His teary and blurry emerald eyes widens. Wolfram's cherry lips parts, and he gasps out shakily. Slowly he lift his head to look over at the Alpha. No, his Alpha. Wolfram felt numb at the realization. He let out a low sound from the back of his throat. Was he… had he…how, when had he? He wasn't sure, but as he realized it felt as if something had been removed from his shoulders and his lips twitched.

'I am…' Wolfram thought, more fat and hot tears running over his cheeks. His eyes already bright red and swollen, completely swore. His nose twitched, and he could feel the snot lightly dripping. 'I really am…aren't I…'

Wolfram nips at his bottom lip, snapping his head back to Yuuri when he heard his Alpha cry out once more. His chest shuddered and he felt his heart skip a beat. His bottom lip trembled, and he whimpered, letting out another sob. He won't get to tell him. Wolfram be able to tell Yuuri either, will he. He felt pressure build up his shoulders and his nose twitched.

Wolfram's eyes burns into Avilly. He could feel the anger, and annoyance building quickly. Standing upon him while he eyed the woman. How could she do this? Why would she do this? No, he already did know, but he couldn't help it. He felt the anger and annoyance building. His Alpha. His Yuuri. No-No! NO!

"Avilly! Stop!"

Wolfram felt himself freeze at the sound of his own voice echoing around him, but it wasn't that caused him to freeze. His hands shook and withered. Wolfram ripped his hands away in time to see the mix of tangerine, scarlet and honey. All of which danced around one another, merging together and dancing together. Holding each color close, seducing one another.

Fire!

Smoldering, fire licked the bottom of the metal posts like a hungry kitten with a saucer of milk, the metal quickly melting from how hot the flames were. Incredibly hot, from the frustration Wolfram was feeling. Wolfram's heart beat harshly and he stumbled backward as the flames grow more heavily. Crackling, playful and gentle at first, fire flickered and flared, leaping and spatting showers of sparks like a fountain. The glowing embers leaped and twirled in a fiery dance, twinkling like stars in the cool swirling air before cascading to earth like gleeful fire fiends, metaling the metal completely and spatting much smaller balls of fire out. The fire reaching its fingers out and gripping onto any dry wood it could possibly touch.

Wolfram shielded his face as suddenly a plume of fire exploded into the blackness, the flame rolling outwards like the smoke of a mushroom cloud. The heat of the hungry fire quickly filled the room, spreading quickly as it began to crawl across the ceiling. Plumes of black grey smoke, wound itself around the post like a great hungry serpent, devoured everything in its path, choking clouds of noxious smoke, inferno, blazing, out of control, ash floating to the ground like great dirty flakes of snow, showering onto everything, sprinkling onto the ground.

Quickly, Wolfram got to his feet. His legs felt raw and shook in disagreement with him, but he forced himself on. His heart pounded harshly in fear. He didn't have time to consider the sickening happy flames that eagerly took over the old, dusty and dinky torture room, gleefully bring it down to its needs, and was caused by himself. Wolfram coughed as white burning smoke began to fill his view, but his wide eyes only looked at his Alpha who could barely stay awake.

Wolfram shook his head and quickly rushed up to him. He trembled a little and winced as his smaller body knocked into Yuuri. He tilts his head and whines while gazing into the bloody, and dirty face of the King. Yuuri, still barely awake, could only see soft golden and green. Very familiar color, and couldn't help but smile lovingly. Wolfram, seeing said smile, whimpered and shook his head. His eyes quickly leaped to the coil tightly wrapped around Yuuri's wrist, the green and blue stones looked completely dull in comparison to the fire spreading around them. Shaking his head, Wolfram reached up and tugged on the rope desperately.

His heart pounded horribly in his chest. His fingers digging into the rope until they were creaked and bleeding. He pulled and scratched but couldn't get the rope off Yuuri's wrists. He needed something to cut them with. Something sharp to set his Alpha free. But what?

Avilly let out scream of shock. Seeing the fire spread like butterflies, consuming everything. She spun her head around to look at the young blonde and hissed. It was him, again! Ruining everything. She should have prepared more. Of cause there was a possibility of him summoning fire like her beloved Cecilie can do but from what she had learnt that Wolfram couldn't summon fire. So how in the world had this happened?

Wolfram whimpered and turns his head around to look around himself in a hurry. There hand to be something. He felt his chest tightened as his reddish eyes cached Avilly's and automatically he felt fear swirl around his chest. Especially from the way she glared at him with angry eyes, coughing from the smoke around them. Wolfram's eyes dropped briefly and he gasped, seeing the dagger she was clenching tightly.

"You! You! I'm going to gut you! Gut you like a damn fish! Like the pathetic thing you truly are!" Avilly shrieked and charged forward.

Wolfram trembled backward, and silently his hands swung upward with his eyes stretched out wide. The fire played amid the kindling like a child with a new toy, its flames leaping in excitement, it's quiet crackling like so much giggling in the room. Wolfram felt his breathe leap into his throat as the nascent fire nipped at Avilly's skirt, crawling up her skirt like little children tugging on the martial. Avilly shrieked, and stumbled backward, the dagger dropping to the ground as she struggled to put out the fire. Only to trip backwards.

Seeing the dagger bounce against the ground, Wolfram snatched up and moved back to the young King. With shaky and weak arms, pressing the edge of the dagger into the rope and began to snip at the thick rope. He panted weakly, gashing and slashing at the rope, until Yuuri fell. Wolfram dropped the dagger and wrapped his arms tightly around Yuuri's waist, and moved backward, dragging Yuuri with him.

Wolfram fell back down, holding Yuuri close to him. He could feel the hot liquid between his fingers, and trembled as he realized it was Yuuri's blood. Wolfram shook his head furiously, and held the double black close to him. He hissed through clenched teeth, and gently ran his quivering fingers through the damp midnight locks. His heart was pounding, and Wolfram had no idea what do to. His forest eyes ran to the wounds littering the King. His Yuuri, the boy laid still in his arms and Wolfram felt more tears build up and stream down his cheeks. A vibration spread from his chest. He wasn't sure what do to, Yuuri was still bleeding and he tried to stop them, by pressing his hands against the wounds but there was too many.

Wolfram sniffled even more, tear running down his face and dripping onto Yuuri's face.

Yuuri began to stir. Eyes slowly fluttering open, unfocused. "Hmmm?" he gasped out softly, in a low tone. He winced and looked up, he blinks once and then twice, a watery and reddish smile appeared across his face.

"Wolfram." He breathed out before hissing as he moved.

Wolfram shook his head furiously. No. Don't move. More blood seemed to pour out of the King as he moved, and Wolfram's shaky, blood-stained hands pressed everywhere he could to stop the bleeding the best he could. Wolfram felt his heart break, and his stomach clench as blood began to build up and seep between his fingers, filling above the back of his hands. Suddenly he couldn't breathe, he gasped for breathe but couldn't.

"W-Wolfram…" Yuuri breathed out, and smiles more warmly when Wolfram's weary and shaky eyes turned to look at him. Yuuri slowly, weakly and quivering hand up to his face and gently brushed the blonde hairs from his face. Whipping tears away.

"It's…o-kay…"

Wolfram felt as if his whole being had been ripped apart and he shook his head furiously. And he cried. And cried. His fingers digging into nothingness and sobs louder than before. The fire began to circle around them, almost shielding them from the horrors of the world outside. Just allowing the pair die together.

"N-No. I-It n-not ok-ay…" Wolfram forced out, more tear rolling down his face. Sniffling, and wailing more and leant down, pressing his forehead against Yuuri's. He could feel Yuuri, his energy slowly draining and it felt painful.

Yuuri's eyes widens briefly, but he couldn't help but smile wider. Was that Wolfram's voice. It made his body warm all over before he found himself becoming more and more tired. He stiffen shifts, and he hardly felt the pain anymore. His jade eyes slowly slid shut tiredly.

Wolfram hiccupped, feeling tired himself. His head throbbed a little and he felt himself swaying. He held Yuuri tightly against his body, trembling so much as he laid his head against the King's chest. His hands gently stroking the raven locks with more sobs spilling through his lips. He let the darkness finally come running in, wrapping its arms around him as the darkness soothed him. This time, unlike the many times before, he wasn't afraid of the darkness. Not afraid at all, instead he felt more at ease than ever before as the darkness reminded him of the most important person to him. Unware of a certain door being thrown open and feet come charging into the room. Familiar voices calling out to himself and his own Alpha.

'Yuuri….I love you…'

I...I'm so sorry Yuuri! Gha. This chapter has to the hardest one for me! Whaaa. Poor Yu-chan!

I like how Wolfram was suddenly able to summon his fire - but! Will he be able to do it again! And will he be able to talk? Hmm? Hehe~

What do you guys think? Did anybody expect Avilly to be in love with Cecilie? That's the reason for everything? About one more chapter or so before the end of arc 2, and we move onto arc 3! Hahaha~ I love this so much! More Conrad/Yozak next chapter!

Please review!

Nya~