Hiding In Plain Sight

Witch Meets Werewolf Then Meets Other Witches

Somewhere in deep in the New Salem forest The Count Dante Von Brunt wandered around aimless taking in the scent of the forest and it's beauty till he heard a branch snap behind him. What happened to privacy he thought. "Oh my fucking God Nathanael!! For the last time I'm not going back!!" he yelled. The brown eyed muscular brunette male dropped from trees and landed graciously in crouching position.

"Oh I'm done asking you to come back." he said causing Dante to relax a bit until he said but. "But not gonna stop chasing after you, you that right?"

"For the last time I don't like guys, I don't like you and leave me alone.............fucking werewolf." Dante screamed, whispering the last part but Nathanael picked it up due to his enhanced hearing.

"If you don't then why is it that every time I'm near your heart beats faster and you start sweating?" Nathanael smirked inching closer to the witch.

"That's because you're a creepy stalker wolf so don't feel too special.................again fucking werewolf." The Count retorted.

"So if I did this." The wolf sped behind his mate breathing hot air down his neck and Dante's breath hitched.

"You little mutt." Dante hissed sending him flying back into a tree. "My days of being a sex crazed teenager are over so if that's the best you got then your chances of ever getting with me are extremely lower than usual." Dante laughed at the aching wolf but that quickly ceased when he saw his smirk.

"So there is a chance?"

"No that's not what I mea- I am wasting precious oxygen. Nathanael I don't want you and I never will but if you crave my presence that much I will be your friend since I'm in need of one at this moment."

Nathanael was a little hurt and discouraged but he wasn't one to give up. He wore a thoughtful look on his face trying to see how he could spin this in his favor. "Okay, I'll settle for friends." he lied taking Dante by surprise cause he did like the wooing but heh what the hell. "And since we're friends how about we go out and we bring a dates." Nathanael proposed.

"For your sake I hope you aren't trying to spin this in your favor." Dante threatened. "And yes I will go along with your little plan to woo me then get married and knock me up with two kids." Dante bitched.

"Only two? I was thinking ten. All boys?" Nathanael laughed but he was dead serious.

"Well thank God it's physically impossible so your dream family just got murdered."

The two walked silently into the forest. Dante taking in more of it's beauty while Nathanael thought about how much Dante has changed since he had left The Countess. He moved from being kind hearted soul who believed in justice and a little revenge to a cold bastard who wouldn't allow himself feel any emotion that might bring back the light he had lost but Nathanael found it arousing so he didn't mind the change in character. After a good five minutes of silence it became deafening prompting Dante to speak up. "So how did you meet Claire, your mate."

"You mean my previous mate." Nathanael corrected and sighed preparing himself for the sore subject. "Our mothers were best of friends so we kinda grew up together."

"That's all? No back story? Boy are you dry." Dante teased. "Did she know you were a flea bag?" Dante smirked earning a flick to the head from his new 'friend'.

"Yea, I told her when we turned seventeen then I claimed her but we still had to hide it since we weren't married just yet and you how the queen gets when she hears about fornicators."

"Married just yet? You were going to get married?"

"Yup. I even got her pregnant with twins but she's gone now so........................." Nathanael trailed off when a tear threatened to fall. Dante was now drowning in guilt since he was the one who suppose to be the who burnt and not Claire.

"I'm the reason she burnt. I'm the reason Evelyn even thought witches lived in Gloire" Dante confessed. "I left one of my sacrifices in the woods at an altar I built and the knights found it and told her and now your children burn for my sins." Dante's eyes were now watering with the emotion he tried to fight in his desperate attempts to hide from the light. "I'll understand if you hated me." Dante turned his back and flew up into the tallest tree in his sight.

Nathanael took a while to process what Dante told him but he didn't know how to feel. Should he feel mad that it was technically The Count's fault? Or should he move on and just leave all that in the past since he kinda already moved past the love of his life being executed. He stared up at the brown eyed man staring blank into space finally sorting out his feelings and climbed up the tree with incredible speed. Now staring into the witch's brown eyes with his brown eyes he spoke. "Even though it is kinda your fault." Dante basically had a heart failure when he started. "Being with you is much better than being with Claire...............even if we're just friends."

Dante's heart was now a beating mess. Oh fuck here comes the light again he thought. "Um I really don't how to respond to that................." Dante admitted and flew down the tree followed by Nathanael.

"Ah young love...............too bad we have to break it up."

The unusual pair's heads whipped to where the soft voice came from to see three women dressed in black. One red head and two blondes at her side.

"Just from looking on how morbid their sense of fashion is, I'd bet my my left lung that they are witches." Nathanael joked elongating his fangs.

"I'm sorry do I have something that you require?" Dante asked politely. "No we just want you." The short haired blonde said.

"Why? Do want his power?" Nathanael asked with a deeper voice than usual, his eyes were now a glowing amber. "He is indeed quite powerful. A cradle witch that has mastered that arts of the traditional witches but we are not after his power, he is merely a key to one of the many locks we wish to open." The redhead answered.

"Sorry ladies but I'm not for sale, the wolf kinda called dibs now run along." Dante grinned.

"Sorry but you don't have a say in this." The redhead spoke again. The wind picked up a bit and voices could be heard in it.

"Dante do you hear that? The voices, the ringing!?!!" Nathanael yelled in pain. His eyes began bleeding as the witches began their chant.

"Le Mere, Le Pere." chanting transparent people began appearing behind the witches as the wind blew even harder. "Le Frere, La Soeur."

"What are you doing?! Leave him alone, damn ancestral witches. Ah Sha Lana." Dante said causing the redhead to bow her head in pain and some of the transparent figures disappeared. The short haired blonde stepped out reciting a new spell causing The Count immense pain in his hands.

Nathanael's head turned to Dante as he hissed in pain and went psycho, his eyes glowed brighter as he found a nearby stone and sailed it right through the blonde inflicting pain on his mate/friend, killing her in cold blood. Dante regained his posture and proceeded to throw the red head back causing all the spirits to disappear and the wind to cease. The remaining blonde suspended Nathanael in the air halting Dante from murdering her well at least in her mind that's what she was doing but in Dante's she just made matters worse for her self. "Come with us and I won't kill your friend." she bargained.

"Let him go." said Dante ordered but the witch only inflicted more pain on the wolf. Dante listened to his agonized screams and now it was his turn to go psycho. Dante just stood there staring at her intensely.

"Aren't you going to save him?" Blondie asked getting a bit impatient but Dante just stared at her till blood started leaking from her eyes. "W-what are you doing?" her eyes bled more as she began coughing up blood. "N-n-noo don't I'm-" she finally kicked the bucket and fell to the ground as bloody as hell followed by Nathanael who landed with a loud thud.

"Well at least now we'll have some really interesting stories to tell our children." Nathanael joked through his obvious pain.

"Ugh! I should've let them kill you."