"Y-you…" she stuttered as she tried to process words out of her mouth that appeared to be stuck right now. The man, he was no more handsome to look at because of the darky murky like skin that covered every inch of his body. There were scales on his face that looked rough and hard, "You're a black witch," said Grace and as the truth was revealed, the house started to transform in her eyes. 

The fresh and clean furniture that looked as if they were cleaned spotless along with the floor, now appeared to be broken and covered in dirt. There were cobwebs in every corner as her red eyes took in around her surroundings. 

And even though his features indicated it to be of a black witch, his eyes were still red like vampires. 

"I didn't know you were going to visit me. If I knew it, I would have turned the place less messy and cleaner, Lady Grace," Robarte spoke to her in a calm voice, holding a metal like a bat in his hand. 

Grace was still comprehending what was going on in here. One minute she was in a fully furnished house and the next moment she was right here where the house looked broken and abandoned. This wasn't the house she had come into yet here she was. Her eyes darted all over the place while keeping an eye on the man who stood near her. 

"What is this place?" she questioned him, "You were a black witch, how do you have red eyes?" there were so many questions running in her head right now. 

"Don't look so surprised, milady. Why don't you take a seat?" he asked her, as if wanting her to move forward and in front of him so that he could strike her with the bat that was in his hand. 

But Grace didn't agree to it, instead, she stared at the man. 

"I thought you weren't going to speak to me. What happened? Didn't we part ways?" he asked her, "Did you come here after remembering how much of a help I can be for you?"

"I need to get rid of them," Grace said, with her body too shocked to move right now.

Robarte smiled at her, "Okay. I will help you," he replied to her and then turned around walking towards the broken couch and Grace who started to follow him didn't expect the man to turn around and hit her head with the metal bat that had her fall down on the ground in pain, "Helpless vampiress. Did you think I would forget and forgive you for slapping in public? Do you know what damage it has caused my reputation?" 

He raised his hand to beat her again, making her cry again, "What are you doing?!" she screamed at him but the man didn't stop, "STOP!"

With another hit on her head and face, Grace spat blood out of her mouth, "We could have done this easily. You could have what you wanted and I could have the girl without any problem but now...now things have changed and I have a better way to acquire her."

The end of the metal mat had traces of blood and he tapped it against the ground. 

The metal clinked one tap after another that sounded harsh on her ear. Though Grace was a pureblooded vampire the man who was dealing with her was a hybrid of a black witch and vampire that she had never come across. Most of the people who had come across the mixed breed like this had turned out dead. 

"What were you thinking? You will bring your ugly self in front of my doorstep and I would agree to it?" Robarte asked her. 

"Why are you doing this? I wouldn't tell a soul-AHH!" she screamed when Robarte held her ankle and squeezed it to the point that she couldn't feel her toes anymore. 

"I don't believe people. You know trust doesn't come that well, it was something I learned from my sister. We don't believe each other but we make sure to keep deals but then at the same time we don't know if the deal will be fulfilled. I totally forgot about something, stay here. I will be back quickly." 

When Robarte left her alone in the room, Grace tried to stand up to look at her leg where it was bleeding profusely. The man had pulled feet the point that after the ankle the below part of her feet appeared to be loosely hanging. 

Dragging herself from there, she moved by catching hold of the walls, limping as she tried to make her way to get out of this mansion as quickly as she could. She looked outside the mansion through the broken window hoping to let the coachman know that she was in danger and to possibly help her or get help. 

Just when she was about to shout for help, she saw the coachman looking in the other way while a woman approached who was another black witch. 

"RUN!" she screamed at the coachman. 

Hearing the lady scream from inside the house, he wondered what was wrong and by the time he realized it was too late as the woman ripped his head from his body. The same woman then turned to look at Grace with a smile. 

Grace now didn't know what to do. Panic started to rise while she tried to move and she didn't go too far as Robarte had arrived back in her vision. 

"Where are you going?" he asked her, "With that leg of yours I doubt you can go anywhere right now. Look who I have here," he said raising the toad he carried in his hand. 

"Get away from me," she said, moving back by limping with one of her legs. 

"I don't think you remember him. He was in your bag," said Robarte to have the toad struggle in his hand, "Stop moving unless you want me to kill you this instant."

Durik who had finally come out of the house noticed Lady Grace who was in here. She looked beaten as blood dripped down her beige colored dress. She was limping, moving away from them with her leg that appeared...Durik couldn't look at it. It was b.l.o.o.d.y and oozing with blood. 

He had been planning to somehow escape and now that he was outside the locked room, he wanted to jump out of the window to get through the forest but he was scared to do it! This witch had killed one of the toads in the room and he didn't want to be the next on the list. 

Another witch appeared where he was handed to her. 

Robarte took the metal bat along with him again, walking towards Grace before raising his hand to beat her to death.