Chapter Four; A Crazy Ex Partner

Grace watched her mate from the balcony with interest as he trainees with a both men who'd waited right outside for them along with some others. She had to admit that he was handsome, she swooned, almost melting into the barricade.

Dante looked up towards her for a second only for her to disappear behind the wall. He smiled , shaking his head only to stumble off the training course.

"Use your eyes here Dante. You have plenty of time to play hide and seek with your mate later"

His father said looking down at him from the block.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'll help."

Grace eagerly jumped up, carrying a tray of the men's usual drink off to the training ground along with two others.

"I hear you arrived yesterday"

A girl said to her

"Yes."

"You're lucky, who knew Dante would ever remarry after his wife -"

"Caroline!"

The other girl with red hair shunned in a disturbing high pitched voice.

Grace blinked, almost stopping in her tracks. What wife?

"Do--"

"What she means is that we are all happy to see you here"

The girl with the red hair said smiling at her.

She wanted to speak again but a sudden burn in at the back of her head made her stop and turn. There was no one. She glanced ahead of them and Dante was still on the course. She swallowed hard, increasing her pace to keep up with the other girls.

Dante was the first to 'majestically' get off the course at the sight of her. Dropping his sword on the ground, he walked over to her with a smirk on his face. Nostalgia hit him but he didn't weaver. He hated the ordinary thought of-

"I um... Brought you--- we brought you guys some um....-"

"Thanks"

He downed one down in the split of a second.

The burning sensation didn't leave but instead, got worse. Something wooshed in the distance making Grace's ear almost fold, she squinted her eyes turning.

"Can't you hear-"

She staggered back in shock, the tray in her hands falling out of her hands as she held her belly.

"Grace!"

Dante's roar of anguish was like none other, he held her, bringing her to rest against him.

"Oh my God. I'm going to die"

She said, her hands shaking as they held the knife.

"Davi, call your mother. And you guys, spread out now. Bring me whoever who did this"

Dante's father yelled.

Leila was there in no more than a second.

"Oh my God, it's dynamite"

She exclaimed, kneeling before Grace.

"What are we going to do?"

Dante demanded panicking,  unsettled, his brain void of what to do.

"She's human Dante, we can't just perform anything on her."

All of them were battling the same problems, The fear of loosing Grace, their newfound hunger for blood, and a silver fricking dagger.

"Everyone should leave."

Dante demanded, he was no different himself but his energy was channeled into one thing, her. He dared not loose her, not again.

"I demand everyone to leave!"

"Dante-"

His mother started to call out

"No, go."

He picked him the sword he'd strewn  away earlier, slitting his own wrists to give to her.

"No."

Grace heaved.

"What do you mean no"

"Aren't you going to pull the um... The knife"

"Hold on, I'm going to get to it. I want you to calm down my love, it's going to be fine."

He said picking up a cup from the floor to which he poured a tasteful amount of his blood in. His hands trembled as he reached for the knife.  

"Listen, when I pull, you drink"

"I don't think I can"

"What do you mean by you can't?"

He asked with more panic in his voice.

"I'm going to throw up"

He took off his shirt and squeezed it rope like. Gently, he put it in her mouth.

"I'm going to need you to calm down."

"I am calm although I am going to die."

"Shut it for heaven's sake"

He said, shoving the cloth into her mouth. The metal stung him at first but he didn't relent, instead, he pulled at it with all his might despite the dread filling him.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

Grace screamed

"How long is this damn thing? Oh heaven's, I'm panicking, I'm going to die. I just want to tell you that I actually like you Dante"

She said out of breath.

"I think you're over exaggerating."

He said tossing the knife away with a grunt, he brought the cup to her mouth to which she waved aside with the back of her hands.

"Your fangs are cute"

And with that, she fell out of consciousness.

***

"You're not fit to go out in your condition son"

Herold said as soon as he saw Dante  walk out of the rooms.

"What am I supposed to do? Sit around when someone almost killed my mate? And I'm sure as hell that knife was meant for me."

"And going out like this is the best option for you?"

"I don't know"

He said, throwing his arms in the air.

"They're coming. I command you---"

"You know I won't listen. I'm too old for that."

The moment the words left his lips, the men charged in.

"We spotted Yennefer around the siege."

Dante's body stiffened just at the mention of that name. She dared not.

"What is she doing here?"

Herold inquired getting to his feet

"And how did she get past the defenses?"

"You've forgotten so quickly that that woman is a fucking witch."

He forced out his clenched jaw.

"Where did you see her?"

"By the mountains"

"Speak none of this to Grace. I'll be back before night"

"Dante"

His mother called out but he didn't hesitate.

He was going to find her and make her pay. How could she? And if this was one of her mindless tricks to get his attention, well, she got it now.

"Where are you Yennefer, show your damn face!"

He roared as he mounted the hills.

The only thing that responded to his call was the wind. It enveloped him like a song. It was her. He slowly balled his fists, the thought of her name wanting to make him puke.

"Don't yell my name like that honey"

He turned swiftly at the sound of her voice. There she was...... nefarious, vagabond, vile, disgusting, iniquitous, like always. He could go on and on but he didn't have the time.

He took in a deep breath so as not to do anything rash.

Gently, he asked in the most soft way he could

"What are you doing here?"

Yennefer smiled at him, swaying those hips as she walked towards until there was little space in between them. Slowly, her eyes scanned his face.... Something she always liked to do.

"I missed you. My love"

She brought a hand up to feel the roughness of his chin but he grabbed that hand and yanked it away.

"Gentle." She hissed.

"I almost broke that arm earlier today."

"Yeah, when you tried to kill Grace. I saw your hand."

"Oh, that's her name."

She clucked her tongue, smiled and started to walk away.

"You know, I've always known you to be passionate about things...  You know.... But not a wretched human"

He blared his nose, and grabbed her neck, choking her but she only smiled, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

"I've always loved this position..... Choke me daddy"

He threw her against a tree angrily, filled with utmost rage. Only heavens knew how much he wanted to break her into tiny fucking pieces.

Yennefer held her chest coughing out blood with grace.

"You've always been insane and sometimes I wonder why I met you in the first place. You are a waste of time and space, of powers. You're useless, obsessive, always acting irrational. You're mad and you take pride in deformity. When will you get the help you really need?"

"You are all I need Dante."

"Only if you knew I much I yearn to feed you to the wolves in the den. You disgust me, your blood makes me boil in repugnance"

He said towering over her.

Yennefer lips pursed into an angry thin line. She quivered, casting out her hand to use her powers.

She lifted him up and threw him right into the same tree she'd been into. Knowing he'd recover quickly, she trapped him there.

He tried to fight against it but she was too powerful, he grunted as she came near, baring her teeth at him in a smile.

She lifted her fingers to trace his jawline, his lips, nose, face and hair.

"You look more handsome than you used to be and your hair, you know I don't like your hair too long"

She said softly, drawing a knife from her belt, she yanked the band that held his hair together.

"Don't you dare Yennefer"

He let out angrily.

"Too late. My love"

She discarded the remains of his hair onto the grass infront of him.

Dante struggled against her force, he whispered a spell in his mind as he fought against her hold.

"I want you to tell that bitch you call your mate I don't want her near you at all"

He drew a dagger swiftly and buried it in her belly. Yennefer staggered, surprised, she shook, trembling as she coughed out blood and fell to the ground.

Dante kneeled beside her.

"I'm sorry my love but you have to go" he mocked, shutting her eyes, he began to whisper

"Azec husaed levek umo isy upoies jaytes mulo isbsak."

Over and over.