The Cabin | D.M 18+

T W E N T Y - T W O

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TW: Acts of violence, gore and trauma. Psychotic and assassin Draco. Viewer discretion is advised.

- DRACO -

I ran, losing myself within the deepness of colour. Falling into one, the image  of nature itself - a ghost. One with the wind and dark age.

I didn't dare to turn back and check if Belle made it safely up the tree. I did, however, feel more guilt when I thought over that petty fight we had earlier.

And despite the fact that it almost resulted in a full frontal lip lock, I was somewhat glad it happened. Because then and there, I did want to kiss her. So badly.

Yet I knew the dangers if I did. Not only would it make her more of a target. But it would collapse the entire purpose of the plan I had.

That kiss, if it happened, it was more than what I felt when the situation happened.

The feeling I had familiarised myself with. But it was like a stronger force this time.

Definitely more than weird. I wasn't exactly sure how to explain it. Nevertheless, I continued to run amongst the sheepishness of winter.

It was bloody cold.

Death Eaters followed, and to keep them at bay - so they couldn't lose me fully, I whistled.

Soft but eerie. Enough to keep them on their toes. The second the mockingbirds around us began to mimic, I smirked.

It was like a villainous chime that would make anyone's skin crawl; my grin curled deeper as the lullaby echoed from bird to bird, bouncing off each tall redwood tree.

Fog was thickly dense, minimising sight even more. Despite the fact that I couldn't see, it meant they couldn't see either. And the sun didn't give much help as it hid behind a wall of clouds.

I seemed to have no choice but hide behind a tree myself. It was the only thing I could use to my advantage at this given second.

Mind buzzing; there was no plan. Everything I had to do, had to be done spontaneously.

Although it was more fun to do it this way, it irked me a little knowing that Belle was the cost. And I wasn't ready to leave her yet.

I kept my ears peered, hollowing my breath to get a better grip of my surroundings.

Bushes, tall crisped grass, twigs and fallen leaves. Crunchy ones everywhere. Belle's favourite. All brown and yellow, drained from life.

Stomps came closer. From what I could assume, they were from a lone wizard. However he had a wand and I didn't. Just me, my flimsy dagger and I.

My palms gripped the underside of the bark from the tree I hid behind. Turning my neck to the right, I noticed great big vines falling from the stems above.

Relatively thin but in a fistful, they could easily do some damage. What damage I was thinking of, I did not know.

Quickly, I began to slice a great amount. But I never anticipated the time consumption it would take and my heart beat faster and faster as the stomps got closer.

'Where are you, you son of a bitch?!' One yelled.

That's when I noticed his voice was pure and clear. Right behind me on the other side of the tree. I still wasn't half done with slicing the vines down.