The Cabin | D.M 18+

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- DRACO -

The winds blazed past like thin sheets. Coiling my throat to burn as the crispiness of the air nipped and tucked in small bites.

Temple Village by all means wasn't small. Borderline a town, it held its residents in more than just a sack. So getting to Belle would take some time.

But knowing that she was in danger, I'd walk miles - planets, for her.

I ran, leaped and jumped. From each extended grey building, with the crooks and holes from eroded bricks I took to my advantage. I had an invisible frame in my sight, telling me where I could climb. It was all premeditated.

From the flat rooftops, I galloped over the open space where homes were disconnected and rolled forward once landed, continuing the fluidity of my run - specifically avoiding the canopies that were thatchered.

Where my thoughts were already clouded, I found no area to reason and spare life. My mind was buzzed but my intentions were clearly written out. Because blood was eager and warm on my hands.

Whoever hurt her wouldn't come to see the light of day. Especially since they had me to deal with. It amused me to think that they dared to hurt her when they were so frightened of me in the first place.

As if they imagined I wouldn't come back to her.

How daft could they be?

Even Belle herself once thought of me as some conniving creature. But now, I'd be the Basilisk to strangle and choke, chew and petrify at anyones sight.

Every princess must have their protective beasts after all.

I haven't killed in almost two months, and it felt out of the norm. The flashing green light that would flicker each time I snuck into a poor man's home with a target of vengeance.

After each family decided to start putting prison bars and protection charms on their homes in the villages I would hit the most, the challenge became more entertaining.

Because it required thinking, a plan. It was no longer easy.

However, I'd always reign. As everyone says, what Voldemort wants, Voldemort gets.

Today felt like a good day to spare a few ounces of crimson. I felt vampiric.

My cloak tucked behind me like a flag that's just been raised. A flick of a fire, the ends curled and tapered as I pressed my heel on the edge of one building, leaped as if my life depended on it and kindly landed onto the forthcoming one.

The hut, barely an ant in my peripheral vision, resting upon a bed of lean grass - became noticeable. Half broken with muddy bricks, it was hard to miss. It looked worse than the cabin in the woods.

And the rain that had sharpened its fall hadn't taken away from the eerie feel. It looked like a haunted manor amongst the dead. If a graveyard had become a home. A witches head quarters.

I glared at the building, my body jolting with its biggest umph. Should I stare at it any longer, my soft foot taps would turn into sadistic harsh stomps.

Then people would have reason to suspect my lingering.

From the long length of my legs, I leaped and escalated like a spider. Glued to the rooftops yet bouncy on my feet. Warm curdles of sweat brimmed my cupid's bow as my breath heavied.