Summary: Prince Draco comes into his Inheritance on his 21st birthday

Summary: Prince Draco comes into his Inheritance on his 21st birthday. He has a mate. Without at least finding his mate, he will die. (Hence, the title.) Trouble is, Draco's mate is locked in a tower 30,000 miles away in a different dimension. One nobody believes exists.

Can't Live Without You

Haria Nike stood looking through the shimmering window. The window was crystal clear and

even Harry's breath on the window could not mar the glittering beauty of its surface. It seemed to

taunt him with its clarity for on the other side of this window there lay absolutely nothing. Or so it appeared.

A forbidding opaque mist surrounded this steel grey tower. Its walls were as smooth as a werewolf's leathery hide.

Harry knew better than to assume that there was nothing down below. He had the scars to prove

it. Harry sighed. He turned away from the window.

He looked at the clock perched on the mantelpiece. Its ivory body sparkled in the incandescence

of the moon. Harry's eyes shifted to the fire in the hearth, its neon green tongues flickering. It burned continuously; lit by a type of magic.

Because it burned without pause, it resembled Harry's inner feelings of longing…But of what, Harry could not fathom.

Harry's eyes shifted back to the clock. He was amazed by how much time had passed during his

inner musings. But he was more concerned with how much time remained.

In a few minutes or so, Haria would undergo a transformation; a rather painful one, at that. You

see, ever since Harry could remember he'd been cursed; at the stroke of midnight, Harry would

turn into a Drakken. A creature resembling a werewolf but a werewolf was almost an inadequate

comparison because a werewolf had neither the speed, strength, grace nor allure of a Drakken.

The clock struck midnight. Harry could already feel his skin begin to turn leathery when the first

wave of pain hit him. Harry doubled over and a light sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. A

second wave hit him and his lightning shaped scar burned with the intensity of the fire. Harry fell

to his knees. He could feel his nails and teeth begin to lengthen and extend and the pain doubled.

Harry screamed as his skin felt like it was being pricked simultaneously by a thousand needles.

The only thought that ran through Harry's mind was 'this is my pitiful existence.' and in the instant Harry realized he wanted to die, the ominous darkness welcomed him into its deep abyss.

A.N. Well, there you have it, my revised chapter one. Hope you like it! And please, guys I took the time rewrite it my chapter.. Couldn't you spare the time to send your first review?

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