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Escape

Liam stomped down the stairs to the cellar of the magical warehouse. A tray, heavy with food, floated along behind him. As he banished nearly rancid meats and stale breads into each cell he passed he grumbled again about the lack of help. A few Aguamenti spells filled bowls with water and he continued down to the end. He gripped his wand tighter the nearer he drew to the end cell. He had fresh scars on his arm from the two adult Dracken inside and his gut twisted in loathing for the dragon-ish creatures. He longed to rip those pretty white scales from the Submissive and make the Dominate watch. He would do it slowly to cause the maximum amount of pain from the little bitch.

Having to content himself to bleeding them slowly grated. He wanted to see all such abomination executed in the slowest, painful manner, the fact that they could use magic like proper wizards made his disgust for them boil into rage. Other Simi-intelligent humanoid creatures at least had the decency to stick to their own brand of magic.

Liam took a calming breath to cool his blood lust and approached the cell. A small disturbance had originated from this cell earlier, but it had not lasted long so he had assumed it was nothing to be concerned about. As he approached the cell door Jason realized he had been wrong.

They lay prone on the floor, covered in blood. How they managed to do so much damage to each other when both had been bled that morning confused him. He could just make out the shallow breathing of the Submissive, but the Dominate was completely still and too pale to still be alive.

"Stupid creatures." he sneered as he unlocked the cage. The Submissive death would put an end to the experimental breeding program so he hurried in to check her vitals.

She was low on blood and her pulse was slow. He hated to perform any sort of healing spell on the creature so he lifted his wand to send a message to his partner.

In a blink, Liam's wand was snatched from his hand, the Submissive was on her feet and out the door. Stunned he didn't even think about the other dominate before it was too late. A loud crack followed by brief pain and Liam slumped to the ground dead.

oVVVo

Paige clutched the wand to her, as she leaned against the wall just outside the cell. She heard the crack and thump of Liam's death then Sly walked out of the cell. Like her his body trembled from the adrenaline rush as well as blood loss.

She handed him the wand. A few flicks and he had them clothed in simple black robes synch at the waist with a black sash. He took her hand and together they made their way towards the stairs.

She noticed small faces pressed against bars, there were four cells, two children in each. The oldest had to be getting close to his sixteenth birthday, the youngest looked barely old enough to walk.

"Children!" she gasped, pulling her hand from Sly's.

"Si, stolen from Dracken families. No." he said seeing the look on her face," we will come back for them but we must get help."

She stepped back and turned to the nearest one, "No, I won't leave them here, not a moment longer."

Sly growled and she was lifted off her feet and the breath momentarily knocked from her lungs as she came down heavily over his shoulder.

"You're life is more important than these maybe Drackens."

She flailed against him, pounding against his back and kicking as she was raced from the room and up the stairs. They passed through a door and into a giant warehouse. Rows of massive wooden crate stretched out around them. Sly set her on her feet, but held her arm firmly preventing her from escaping.

"Shh, Princessa or you will alert the others."

She didn't have to worry about alerting anyone, at that moment a high pitch wail rent the air followed by a series of cracks that echoed around them. Sly shoved her behind a crate as spell fire bounced off the wall above her head.

He ducked down beside her, wincing in pain as it jarred his broken wing.

"Anti-apperation wards. How did they get in?" he growled.

Paige wasn't listening. She had tried to conceal her Dracken features; she didn't want to be tripping over her hair. Her Dracken wasn't having any of it and they were locked in a battle of wills. The Dracken side won. With a roar of rage Paige's wings sprouted from her back and she launched into the air, magic exploded around her. Something massive cracked and another alarm rent the air as she came down in a crouch on top of the tallest stack of crates. The sound similar to a wall collapsing shook the warehouse. She roared again, calling to any Dominates in the area. A cry for help, a warning of danger and she felt a resonating response from close by.

She grinned as the wizards fear stank up the warehouse.

"The wards have shattered!" someone shouted.

She launched off the crate and onto a wizard. His screams were cut off by her claws piercing his spine. She leapt from him and ducked behind a crate as a green spell shot through where she had been standing. She darted out again as the sound of fighting increased. She heard Sly's voice shouting spells and she began making her way towards him.

Pain seared across her lower back and she whirled around grabbing the face of the wizard who stood there with a bleeding dagger and wand. Her Dracken strength was waning but she managed to slam his head through the side of a crate. She snatched the wand and dagger from his hand and spun again to continue towards the only Dracken she knew.

She ducked behind another crate as a spell shot passed her shoulder. She launched into the air landing in the rafters above the fight. She jumped from beam to beam avoiding the spell fire. She could still hear Sly but she couldn't find him in the chaos of battle.

She stopped to catch her breath once the wizards below attention became consumed with the battle on the ground and tucked the stolen wand into her sash. She counted twelve uniformed Dracken. They used claw and wand with equal ease and moved in easy accordance with each other. The thirteen wizards fought with a disturbing ease against the Dracken; as if having trained for such fights.

She saw a wizard sneaking up on a tall dark skinned Dracken. She jumped from the rafters and on top of the wizard, slamming his body into the ground with all the force of her weight and jamming the dagger into the back of his head. Blood spurted all over her but she ignored it, leaping back into the rafters and watching the fight.

She still had the wand but she knew one spell and doubted it would do her any good. She found Sly, surrounded by four wizards. She leapt from the rafters aiming at one of the wizards.

A wooden crate caught her in the stomach thrown by a wizards spell. The force of it throwing her off course and into a stack of smaller shipping crates. The wood splintered under from the force of impact and she felt it pierce her side. Another crate toppled down, landing on her leg. She screamed in pain, the sharp snap of her leg breaking made her vision white out.

She lay panting in the pile of crates. Shouting and roaring Dracken echoed around her. Blood made her arms slick and she realized she had lost the wand. It took most of her remaining strength but she managed to move the broken crate. Potions mixed with glass, wood and blood coated her legs and back. The pain as she forced herself to move was excruciating and she screamed again.

She crawled out from the pile of crates then used her wings to keep her leg off the ground. She used the crates as shields to get higher again. She was almost to the rafters when a spell wrapped around her neck and jerked her back. She gave a chocked scream as she tumbled to ground. The spell released on impact and she lay still on the ground. No footsteps or spells followed and she assumed who ever had cast the spell had met his end shortly after casting it. She struggled to her feet, white hot pain slicing through her leg making bile rise in her throat. She took a few deep breaths, settling her stomach and pushing the pain to the back of her mind.

Paige blinked in confusion. She was huddled by the shattered remains of wooden crates, its contents spreading out around her soaking into her clothes. Her leg was bent and bloodied and her arm hung limply at her side her sleeve had a growing stain, though she wasn't sure if that was blood or from the crate her arm rested against. She stared at them in horror. She couldn't move or feel her arm and leg and she didn't remember how it happened! There were shouts and lights going up around her. The sound of footsteps drew her attention.

"Sly?" she called out tentatively.

"You are far more trouble than a muggle raised Sub should be."

The speaker came around the stack of creates pointing his wand at her. She stood slowly, the effort very difficult with only one working arm and leg. His British accent was very cultured, and aged. He wore a hood which concealed his face, but she could smell the Dracken in him and see the glint of scales on his hand.

"I know you." she whispered, his voice was very familiar.

"You are too valuable to just kill. The last in the Ravenclaw line, just the chance that your daughter would be able to see the future the way your mother did is worth keeping you alive."

The hair on her neck stood on end and ice rushed through her veins.

"I remember you."

oVVVVo

A low murmur of voices brought her back to consciousness. It took her a moment to realize she was tied to chair. The armrest looked as though it had grown around her wrist. The legs of the chair trapped her in a vice like grip. Fear and pain pumped through her veins.

"She's awake." she looked up at the sound of the smoky baritone with a British accent. She inhaled deeply; the smell of the two of them was both revolting and intriguing. They both had the smell that reminded her of Ash.

The older one, with the British accent, stood in the shadows making it hard to really see him. She felt his eyes on her though; it made her skin crawl with fear. He had lost his grandson recently and for some reason he blamed her. The knowledge came unbidden; as did that his recent loss had made him obsessed with harvesting the children of other Drackens, and one Dracken in particular, but needed her to accomplish his revenge.

She growled at him. If he thought he was going to get anywhere near her chick...

"What's the plan?" the younger one's accent was more Mediterranean. He was dressed straight from a fantasy novel in wizards robes over a poet style shirt and black trousers. He held a stick in his hand and his soulless brown eyes watched her dispassionately as though studying an animal he would soon dissect for study.

"She's half crazy." he continued, "All those months wearing these." he waved his hand and she recognized her necklace and bracelet," Her magic is dangerously unstable and looks to be growing. Really the only thing she has going for her is beauty and fertility."

"Oh...she has more than that. She's Winry Webster's daughter, I would have recognized her anywhere." the older one said.

The younger one looked at her with interest now. "I though she died in the fire with her parents. Can she..?"

"Maybe, but as you said, she is crazy. I think it is time we attempt the breeding program. One of her daughters will be gifted and her daughter will be able to tell us when and where Drackens will be born. No more guessing and wasting money on humans."

Paige growled, a sound she barely recognized coming from her. But these men were talking about her chicks. She wanted to rip their tongues from their bodies for saying it. She wanted to gouge out their eyeballs.

She sat back heavily, panting, her arms and legs throbbed. There was only one man present now, the younger one. She tried to remember seeing the other leave but couldn't. She was so tired.

"Who are you?" she asked as he cautiously approached, wand out and aimed between her eyes.

He watched her expectantly, waiting for her to lash out. She looked back down at her shackled wrist and was surprised to the the wood had splintered. It still encased her arms and legs, but the wood was cracked. Blood seeped out of her wrists and hand as well as her legs.

She cried. She couldn't help it, the tears welled up and fell down her cheeks and she hunched forward in the chair and sobbed. She was so confused and hurt and so so scared. Her sobs became keening wails and the wails became roars. She felt an answering echo in her bones but too far away to bring her comfort and safety.

She had not been paying attention because time had passed and the other wizard was back. She hurt even more now from what felt like thousands of slices all over her body. He held a vial of blood in his hand with a grim smile on his face.

Her clothes clung to her in shreds. Her chair was different, metal now instead of wood. The cold bands clamped tightly to her wrists and ankles. She was too weak now to do more than tug feebly.

"Submissive blood. The rates have increased what with the decline of our numbers. I think she's ready. Place her in the cell with the Dominate. Make sure to monitor them closely, we would not want her to accidently kill her mate now would we Liam?"

Liam, the one who hurt her.

"I believe you got a little carried away this time. It might require a new set of potions in order to convince the Dominate to over look her ruined face. The damage is a bit excessive. Whatever did she do to incite your rage?"

Liam glowered at her but didn't answer.

"Do keep her alive Liam. The breeding program won't work with a dead Submissive."

"Of course." Liam replied. It did not escape her notice that he was not the least bit sorry for his "excessive damage." He seemed put out that he had to be 'careful' with her at all.

"It really is a shame." the older man grabbed her hair and tilted her head back, the tears in her eyes blurred her vision and she whimpered with pain, " My grandson would have enjoyed her I'm sure, she was pretty, and to add the Ravenclaw line in with my own would have been quite the coup. Not as grand as having Potter, but still nothing to sneeze at."

He shoved her head back when he released her and hit the side of the chair painfully leaving her dazed.

"Keep me informed Liam."

oVVVVo

Now the same man who would use her daughter to steal and murder others was standing before her with nothing but a wand keeping her from ripping him to pieces. She let all her fury and anger out in a roar and a powerful burst of magic the leapt from her like a sonic wave. She flew at him claws out and furious. Crates burst open and toppled around, something exploded adding a second shock wave and a burst of heat.

He was gone with a crack and she was left amidst broken crates and spilt potions and the crackle of fire. Her wings beat gently keeping her inches from ground and she howled in fury. Then she was surrounded by uniformed Dracken. Sly stood before her supported by two of them. Their smell and power and scents overwhelmed her. Someone caught her as her strength finally gave out. Snarls and growled flowed around her but she did not care and she let her head rest against his shoulder and her eyes drift shut. She was safe.

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