Blood on the Snow
Love never hurt so much…
Tragedy in IV parts
I
The Knife
The End
As he drank the bitter absinthe, the tears streamed down his pallid face, like dewdrops on a wilted lily.
"Do you remember how you killed her?"
"Did you know you are truly damned?"
The parchment in his hands rustled as a breeze blew in from the winter landscape outside his window.
"Dragon, greatness lies not in blind loyalty, but in independence and righteous thought. Let not innocent blood stain your hands, let not your claws destroy youth and beauty... Purgatory awaits for killing your beloved... Her blood will damn you for eternity... Commit not such a crime…"
He remembered how the blood on his hands was as red as her crimson hair, and the snow on which she lay was not as white as her flawless skin. She was but the first... Then came the others... He with the hair black like a ravens wing, she with the eyes of sweet chocolate, he with the apple red cheeks, she as innocent as a child, he who would not betray his sister, and the old man who was their last hope... The dragon no longer remembered their names, only their screams and pleas for mercy stayed in his mind. He remembered how they were captured, how his master ordered all their deaths, and how the old man gave him that parchment with the warning... One he did not heed...
He thought she could stay with him. He though she would not die... He tried to fight against the presence in his mind which ordered her blood to be spilt... For all his bravery and strength, he could not resist and thusly drew the iron blade across her throat... The last thing she said was "I forgive you..." And then the life left her...
Ah, how his brethren cheered and laughed... They thought he killed by his own free will... They made him a general, The Dragon of the Dark, but his soul would not rest in peace. Each murder tore into his soul and made him remember her forgiving eyes...
Cold... The air was icy as was the snow outside... Ten years since the Lord came to power... Ten winters since she spilled her blood on the snow... He could take it no longer... Death was his last retreat...
An iron knife slid across his scarred wrists in one fluid movement... His blood was no less red then hers and theirs... It stained the velvet, it stained the floor, it seeped into the cracks... And just as the darkness took control, he heard her voice...
"Come Draco, come with me into eternity..."
And before he died, he uttered his first and last words in ten years...
"I love you, Ginny..."