THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 22: A Slow and Vicious Burn

Draco

Obviously I had no interest in murdering the entire city of Plymouth. The Pure Blood Regime on the other hand insisted upon it.

Which is where torturing my parents came into play. Because I was too wrapped up in my mate to realize they were even goddamn missing.

The screams all blending together in terror will haunt me until the day I die. But luckily for all, I took great care to only burn areas that were abandoned, or ensured they'd enough time to escape. Of course I've no earthly idea if my effort was successful or in vain but fuck.. I hope I didn't kill anyone.

Do I get satisfaction killing? Yes, when they fuck with me or mine. Otherwise.. not in the least. There is nothing pleasing about hurting innocents.

One major plus in this situation is that it seems that the longer they keep me in these talon cuffs the less they seem to effect me. Admittedly its slower than sap seeping from a fucking tree, but its progress. I'll take it.

Seems they don't know, and how could they? Being as I'm the last dragon shifter left, how was anyone to know that:

1. Dragon shifters can be nullified, weakened and nearly dead with the use of dragon talons/teeth. (everything but bone it seems)

1a. Aka we are not, in fact indestructible (which I'm loathe to admit)

2. We can be cut by weaponry made of the same materials (good for me)

3. The longer we're exposed to the same one, the less potent they become, and hopefully quit working altogether.

Not soon enough. We need to get back to our mate, my dragon says, though he sounds a bit like a out or range radio.

Agreed. She'll find us well before these shackles are nullified though, I'm sure of it. She's too smart for her own good that one. I smiled just thinking about my wild haired, kind hearted witch.

Fucking hell do I miss her. I can only hope where ever she is, and whatever she's doing that it brings her back to me. No, more like me to her, because here bloody well sucks.
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"Darling, could you wake up for me?"

Jolting upright, I nearly throw myself face forward waking so abruptly. Surely the voice I'd heard was a figment of my imagination.

Ah but it wasn't. Sitting beside me is a grubby looking Narcissa Malfoy, her arm still outstretched with the wet cloth she had obviously been using to clean me with. Merlin knows I needed it too. There's no telling how much blood I've lost in an attempt to resist the demands of the absurd regime.

How many fucking times are we going to have to cut this particular head of this same goddamn snake. How many times will it take for everyone to realize that we all bleed the same? That every life has value no matter their birth or circumstance?

"Darling?" Mother chimes, wiping the dried clumps of blood from my shoulder, chest and arms.

"Yes, mother. I'm here," I croak, my voice hoarse from no use.

"What did you deny them this time to be beaten so horridly?" She asks, raising a brow in question while still wiping me clean with great care.

"Oh, nothing.. aside from refusing to actually burn any towns to ashes. Seems to make them rather cranky. Angry bunch this lot."

Mother smiles before leaning forward giving me a quick peck on my filthy cheek.

"That's my little dragon. Always flying against winds. Keeping an eye out for the innocent," her eyes are filled with a fondness I'm sadly unused to from her, "Well enough of that. As redundant as it sounds.. how are you?"