Blood stained rain chapter 6

Blood stained rain chapter 6

Chapter 6:

Kyri relaxed into the warmth of Dracko’s body and watched out the window as day slowly shifted into twilight. He sighed and tucking his head under the dragon’s chin listened to his gentle breathing, but Dracko’s breathing became harsh all the sudden and his body tensed up.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH!!” Kyrie was nearly forced out of the bed as Dracko sat bolt upright, his blood-curdling scream slowly dieing away. Kyri stared in wide-eyed horror as Dracko shook uncontrollably tears starting to pour down his face. Dracko drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around them burying his face.
“Dracko?” Kyri ventured softly, he saw his love tense up.
“I am sorry Kyri. It’s nothing. I am okay.” His voice was shaking almost as much as his body. It wasn’t very convincing. Kyrie not sure what just happened sat up wrapping his arms around his dragon lover.
“Ssshhh.” He whispered in Dracko’s ear as he rubbed his back. Dracko leaned into Kyrie thankful for the comfort.
Knock knock “Dracko?” Calla’s worried voice came through the door.
“Its open.”
Calla drifted into the room choosing to ignore the fact both boys were naked. “What was it? Nightmare or terror?”
“Terror…” Dracko’s voice was small and meek.
“Go for a flight clear your head. Kyrie get dressed and come out, we need to talk.” She turned and left them alone together.
Dracko shifted out of Kyrie’s hold and picked up his clothes. Kyri noted he was still trembling. “Dracko…” The dragon turned to him eyes red from crying. Kyrie’s heart ached seeing his love so hurt, he came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close. “What was… that?”
Dracko stepped out of the embrace and started dressing. “Calla could tell you better than me.” Fully clothed now he opened the large window and launched himself into the air. Kyri sighed and closed the window.


“Night terrors.” Said Calla simply. Kyri gave her a blank look. “They occur mostly in kids from one to twelve. Dracko’s life has been… shall we say traumatic though, he gets them only rarely but when he does they are violent.”
“You mean like a nightmare?”
“No nightmares are normal for everyone, though Dracko suffers from rather graphic ones. Night terrors and nightmares are different. Night terrors aren’t really caused by anything, they happen before dream mode. They just come out of nowhere, the victim not even knowing why they’re screaming or crying. That’s the worst part according to Dracko. After having one he forces himself to stay awake the rest of the night in fear it may happen again. We probably wont see him again till tomorrow.” She put her empty cup of tea on the counter and watched Kyri carefully.
“Is there anything that can be done for it?” He looked up hopefully only to find Calla shaking her head. “He wont be back tonight?”
“No.” She observed Kyrie’s worried expression. “He’ll be back by morning. Till then you should get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be tiring.” Kyri simply nodded and they drifted down the hall into their rooms.


Kyri paced the living room the next morning waiting for Dracko to get home. He didn’t sleep all night and had once flown out looking for Dracko. The door to the roof opened and a very tired dragon drifted down the stairs. Kyrie froze in his tracks and waited for Dracko to reach the bottom of the stairs.
“Where did you stay last night?”
Dracko glanced up at him. “In the cave below.” He fell onto the sofa curling up in one corner.
Kyri sat next to him, “I left the window open for you.”
Dracko sat up and cuddled against his angel, “Thank you. I am sorry for worrying you.” He wrapped his arms around Kyrie and pushed him down on his back, curling up on his chest.
“Dracko.” Kyri squirmed beneath the body above him.
“I am tired.” Dracko mumbled.
“You better not do anything that would make me have to burn that sofa.” Calla warned as she passed through the living room into the kitchen. “If you want a nap go in your room, both of you.”
Dracko sat up and frowned down at Kyri, “Didn’t you sleep?”
“No.”
Dracko’s frown deepened, and he took Kyri’s hand lifting him off the sofa. “Come on, sleep time.” Kyrie let himself be pulled into Dracko’s room, he realized he was to tired to protest. Dracko flopped onto the bed pulling Kyri with him. He rolled them onto their sides and tangled their legs together. Kyri pushed away from him.
“Dracko, we need to talk.”
“I know, and I promise we will. But I can’t think without sleep.” Kyri sighed and cuddled close.
“We better.” Dracko smiled and lightly kissed his angel.


Kyrie rolled over but found Dracko wasn’t there. He slipped out of the room, “Dracko?”
“He’s in the garden.” Calla’s voice drifted down the hall.
“Thank you.” He headed to the stairs up toward the roof top garden. He followed one of the cobble stone paths to the small lawn to find Dracko pacing and mouthing words to himself.
“Dracko?” Dracko startled and turned to him.
“Listen, I really don’t want to have to talk about this, and your not going to like some things, but you have the right to know so I’ll go through it as fast as I can.” Dracko rushed in one breath.
“Dracko calm down. What are you talking about?”
“My past… you wanted to know how I got my scars, and why I have sleep terrors right?”
Kyrie saw how stressed this was making Dracko, “Well yes, but please don’t rush through. I want to know everything.”
Dracko frowned, “This is going to take a while then.” He sat on the stone bench at the edge of the lawn and motioned Kyri to join him. Once Kyri sat he started in.

“Dragon tamer blood runs in the family, my moms side. My father was always afraid I would be one, but when in my first five years nothing odd happened he started to accept me. When Chisay, my dragon teacher showed up I was eight. My father was furious, he locked me up in the house and started drinking more. He would beat me when he was drunk and he would bring home ‘friends’ from the pub. Whores mostly sometimes men too. He would forget about them and pass out, they would do whatever they pleased then. More than once the men tried to rape me, I would run to my mom and she would threaten them with her carving knife. One time my father brought home a traveler to stay the night. After everyone had gone to sleep he came into my room… He gagged me…” Dracko bit his lip. “…I tried to fight him but I was only nine. He pined me down and he…” His voice trailed off. Kyrie grabbed and held his hand squeezing it tight. “That night I ran away, I stool my father’s ale money and my mom’s carving knife, and my flute. I ran the entire night, got myself hopelessly lost. A week later I came into a village, I met the village blacksmith, he took me in and taught me his trade. He was more of a dad to me then my father. He somehow found out I was a dragon tamer, but he didn’t care. He’s the one who gave me my boot knife. I lived there for three years till one day he sent me to pick up an order in another village. The black knights were coming.”
“What are the black knights?” Kyri ventured.
“They are a society that thinks God has told them to destroy anything having to do with magic. That includes me.”
“Oh”
“I came back the next day to find the village burned to the ground and everyone dead. Because the villagers didn’t tell them where I was they killed them all. I had to find a place to stay so I returned to my childhood home, but when I got there I found it in the same state. I was starting from scratch again. That’s when things starting going down hill. I was staying in a forest playing my flute little did I realize that a wild dragon was near by. He was attracted to the music came to find me. Mortuary was my first wild dragon. Taming him is what woke my dragon blood, the first transformation into dragon form was painful. The sudden knowledge of the extent of my power corrupted me.” Dracko closed his eyes and shook his head.
“What do you mean Dracko?” Kyrie asked softly.
“I made horrible choices Kyrie. I turned to booze and whores… I became my father.” At the word of ‘whores’ Kyrie let go of Dracko’s hand and looked away. “I would go from village to village, get raving drunk find a whore and in the middle of the night I would call my dragons to come destroy the village and kill everyone. For about twenty years this went on. Till the black knights finally caught me.” He looked at Kyri to find him staring down at his shoes obviously struggling to absorb everything he had just been told.
“Wait if you where captured how did you end up in Azarath with Lady Calla?”
“I was in the black knight’s dungeon for somewhere around one hundred years I think. Everyday they would beat me within an inch of my life and leave me to rot. They never gave me any food, Chisay took care of that. One day their commander came to see me… it was the man that raped me as a child, he hadn’t aged at all some how. He remembered me to, and after beating me decided to rape me again. Every day he was there he would beat and rape me. He made sure to come often.” Dracko was trembling now his voice trembling too. Tears had welled up in his eyes. “About 50 or so years in that state the infections from my wounds spread to my brain, I lost my memories.” Dracko swallowed the lump in his throat. “For the remaining 50 years I was treated as I always had been the only difference was I didn’t know who I was or what I had done.” He covered his face in his hands trying to hide his tears. As angry as Kyrie was about the whores they completely left his mind hearing what Dracko had endured. He pulled the dragon closer to him and pet his silky soft hair. Dracko was thankful for the comfort and clung to Kyrie like a life line. Once he had calmed his crying he continued. “On day Lady Calla found their hideout. They knew what she was but knew they couldn’t do anything about her. When she saw me she demanded I be released to her with all my things. They did as they were told and I ended up here. After about two months of treatment from Lady Roselyn me infections cleared up and my memories came back.” There was silence, Kyrie had no idea how to handle this. “Kyri I am sorry I didn’t tell you before. I just didn’t know how.”
“How many before me?” It was the only thing he could manage to say.
“I don’t know. I hated them all.” Kyrie moved away from Dracko and stood up. “Kyri your not like them.”
Kyrie turned sharply and glared down at the dragon, “Really?! How so?” His voice trembled in his anger.
Dracko stood and grabbed Kyrie’s arms. “Kyri out of all the choices I’ve made in my life you are the only good one. I’ve never said ‘I love you.’ to anyone before! Not even my mom!” His tears had returned.
Kyrie’s look softened and he wrapped his arms around Dracko holding him close while he cried. “What happened in the past can’t be changed, but as odd as it sounds I happy. If those things hadn’t happened to you we wouldn’t be together right now.” Dracko lifted his head from Kyri’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes. He was tearing up, Dracko observed. He smiled at the angel, it looked rather odd on his tear stained face.
“Thank you Kyrie.” He gave his angel a chaste kiss that was soon returned. They stood there for a time like that. Arms around each other, neither wanting to let go, swaying lightly back and forth not a word between them.