Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 101 – White witch- Part 1
Damien stared at the large mirror that was fixed on the wall at the sink. His hands holding the edge of the sink
with a firm grip where if he used his full strength there was a possibility of the sink breaking and waking up the
girl who slept soundly on his bed right now.
The dark red eye which had stayed to not turn black finally changed where both his eyes turned black. He looked
at them sharply, the corner of his eyes bringing out fine lines like the roots of a tree in the soil that stretched
from the edge of his eyes to spread out to his temples.
The fangs that were usually tamed for a pureblooded vampire after growth had now come out. The fangs larger
which protruded out from his mouth making him look nothing less to a feral animal.
Hearing something rustle outside, his face turned to look to the side, hearing the sound of the air that touched
the window and then moved away as if glazing on it. The rain that had begun pouring had stopped leaving only the cold wind behind.
Turning his head back, to look at the mirror, his eyes met his own as they transported back in time. The memories
in his mind etched where he could feel it was as if yesterday that it had taken place.
It was a few years ago when both Damien and Maggie were young children. Damien who stood at the bedside
held his mother’s hand, “You’ll get better,” said the boy. His eyes vacant unlike now which was always covered
His mother had been ill. It was a rare disease that hit a pureblooded vampire. The disease occurring one in every
five thousand vampires. Her eyes had started to hold dark circles similar to the way humans looked when they
were ill. Her body couldn’t consume the blood anymore, as it stopped digesting it in her body. With the lack of
blood which was the most essential part of a vampire’s meal, the lady was losing her body strength which could
barely hold the sight as it had started to dim which she didn’t say but Damien had been an observative child.
“Of course, I will. I still need to make both of you swim in the river,” said the woman, her pale skin at the point of
the palest color where one could easily say that she hardly had a few more days until her last breath, “Did you kill
the maid?” asked his mother, her eyes though not able to see him clearly but looking at the outline of her son.
“Yes,” answered Damien diligently. The maid had tried to steal his mother’s jewelry while she was sick in the bed.
But it wasn’t just that. The maid had not only tried to steal but had also tried to poison his mother’s already weak health.
Damien looked emotionless, his eyes looking hollow to which his mother smiled, “Come here my boy,” she raised
her thin hand to him so that she could place her hand on her cheek, “You did well, Dami. I wish I was there to see
the first kill. The first kill is always special for us purebloods because there’s always a reason for it.”
The woman on the bed could feel the hauntings of her son which he was still trying to process with the death he
carried out. It wasn’t uncommon for some of the pureblooded families who taught how to kill people at a young age.
“Come here, Maggie, my sweet daughter,” she raised her other hands where her daughter held her mother’s
hand. Her eyes holding back the tears, “Don’t miss me when I am gone,” the vampiress smiled.
Though some of them believed that the lady of Quinn’s family would die soon, the disease didn’t allow her to
have a peaceful death. It ate her life from her very soul, piece by piece taking its own time. Death of loved ones
who were close was quite understandable to have the pain of hurt and loss but young Damien, to see his mother
suffer like that with her spouting blood from her mouth instead of taking it in to keep herself healthy…it had
upset him greatly. Enough to the point where his heart had started to corrupt without anyone’s notice.
A corrupted heart was as good as to a person who was dying as one would lose rationality in one’s thinking while
giving up their lives to the darkness. Maybe that was one of the reasons the young boy resonated with his dying
mother. Without anyone’s knowledge, the boy had corrupted his heart. He didn’t know why he wasn’t fully corrupted. There were traces of it that came in and out.
But Damien was smart at the young age of eight. After all, he was a pureblooded vampire, the boy knew what his
black eyes meant and slowly tried to learn to handle it. It was how he got into the black market. Strolling and
finding out how to keep the corruption a secret for no one to know. Unfortunately, not everything could be kept
under a secret where his sister and his cousin who the Lord of Valeria found out about it.
Damien looked at his reflection, where the roots like nerves that had popped up came to simmer down. On
Alexander’s inspection on his eyes and the blood that ran in his veins, it was deduced that his corruption had
taken place but it hadn’t moved from the first stage which meant it wouldn’t move further. At least for some time now.
The rest of them had no clue as he had learned to control the corruption instincts where he at times felt the need
to tear a person’s head apart until he saw the blood spurting out. It made him wonder if it was part of his nature
or part of who he had become because of the little corruption. Some of the higher up’s had to be informed which
had led Damien to be one his very favorite creature as the corruption never went to the complete stage.
A heart’s corruption in the pureblooded world was never a good sign which made him question why he was
spared, unlike the rest who went on a killing spree once the corruption started. What was keeping him alive?
Once he blinked his eyes, both of them turned back to red in color, a crooked smile gracing his lips.
Coming out of the bathroom, Damien reached his hand to his back and pulled out the shirt he wore. Getting on the bed he looked at Penny who had decided to move closer to his side of the bed.
He didn’t lie when he had said that her blood had tasted sweet. Was it because she was a witch? Now that he
knew she was a witch, he wondered about her parents. It was possible that her father who had run away was the
white witch while leaving his human wife and daughter behind. For the second time in the hour, his hand reached
back to touch her again. His hand stopped but this time, it moved forward to push away her the hair.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 102 – White witch- Part 2
In the time of morning when Penny had woken up from her deep sleep, she felt something wet on her feet. The
wetness came again which reminded her of something until the cool breeze hit her bare feet making her shiver.
She wondered if it was Damien who was up to no good again, her eyes groggily opened to see Damien next to
her with his eyes closed. With a slight frown on her forehead, she felt another lick on her feet which made her jerk her leg and bring closer to her upper body.
Stretching her neck to see what it was when she did see it while scooting away in haste she not only fell down on the floor but also ended up pulling the blanket along with her which was covering Damien.
The impact with the way Penny fell on the ground woke Damien to see her looking at something with fear in her eyes. Confused, he turned his gaze in the direction of her eyes for a smile to break on his lips.
Penny stared the dog-like wolf that let out a bark making her heart leap as it walked forward, it’s tail slightly
swishing as it stared at her, “Is he yours?” she asked sensing Damien awake on the bed. By the time Penny had
turned to look at Damien on the bed, to look back at the four-legged animal, it had advanced further to stand right next to her now.
“Meet Baxter,” Damien introduced his pet, “He’s a wolf breed, someone I picked in the forest,” when the animal
barked again, Penny could the sleep that was in her body dissolve.
“I didn’t know you had a pet,” she could feel the animal staring at her, it’s intelligent eyes nothing short to its
owner. Wait, why were its eyes red in color? Was this a vampire too?! “Is he a vampire?”
“He is?” Damien gave out a shocked gasp before smiling back again, “He’s a wolf. Don’t worry Penny darling. You
are still my number one pet…girl,” he finished his sentence.
“I am not jealous,” Penny narrowed her eyes at him while still being wary of Baxter who came closer to her to sniff
her shoulder. She realized the man had taken off his shirt while he must have got into bed last night. Getting
down the bed, he walked around to where she was,
“People always tend to tell things which they don’t mean to, you don’t have to worry. I am very good at
understanding and reading your words,” he assured her. Before she could retort anything the wolf gave her
cheek a big lick, “Aw, he likes you. I am sure you will get along fine with him. Baxter, up boy,” and right at his
command, the wolf turned its face and followed to where Damien was, swishing its tail. Getting down, Damien for
the very first time showed the side of him which felt normal to Penny. His hands ruffling the wolf’s neck as it
closed its eyes with ears that looked like it was pulled back to flatten itself. A four-legged animal, his pet was able
to draw such emotion out of him that Damien’s eyes looked warmer now. Having never seen an expression like this before on his face, Penny stared at him.
So was this how her master looked if he were normal? she quickly pushed her thoughts at the worry of what if he
could read her mind? There had been instances where Penny had doubted his pureblooded abilities. What if a
pureblooded vampire could read any person’s mind? With the amount of time Damien had been right at the
point at catching her thoughts, it made her wonder if he had such ability or if his observative skills were very sharp.
“He’s a fantastic boy, you will see when you take him for the morning walks,” said Damien as if he wanted both
Penny and his pet, Baxter to get along and become friends as quickly as possible, “But before that, how was your
sleep?” he asked him mindlessly without looking up at her as he was still playing with his pet. Damien patted the
wolf’s head before sending it off and outside the room where the door had been opened.
It had been more than a week since she had come here was the wolf always here? Oh dead, and did she not
realize it? No, that couldn’t be true, she thought to herself. She would have to be blind to miss such a big wolf.
Walking towards the door and closing it, Damien went to pick a candle that was on the table. Removing from the
rest of its other fellow candles, he came to crouch in front of Penny, handing the candle for her to take.
Unsure, Penny took it, “What is this for?”
“With what Murkh said last night, you are a witch. And with the knowledge I have, you cannot be a black witch else you would have shown your colors by now-”
“I am not a witch,” Penny spoke defensively not liking the fact that he was trying to club her into something she wasn’t and didn’t like.
“That is what you know not knowing what you are.”
“My parents have been human which makes me a human as well.”
“Hmm,” hummed Damien, twisting his lips before stating, “Your mother was a human who died out of disease
and so did mine. My condolences to it. But what about your father? What have you heard about him? For a
person you have not met, how would you know who has run away but never come back,” sensing that Penny was
having a hard time to digest the truth which she wasn’t ready to accept. He said, “A liquid that has been made by
the black witches cannot be nullified and have the properties of a white witch when you haven’t even touched the liquid inside it directly.”
Penny had no answer to it. All she knew was that all this time she was a human and not any kind of witch. She
didn’t know about white witches but with the generalized species, she didn’t like her being part of it.
Damien took a seat in front of her, placing himself down on the floor with the conflicting emotions, “What do you think about the witches?”
“That they are vile and cruel.”
He could tell that from where Penny came from, there didn’t live a white witch and if they did, they were all in
hiding. None of the villages were open to knowing that the white witches and the black witches were two
separate beings with different characteristics. People registered bad things better by highlighting which only
diminished the chance for the good witches, “The ones who you are referring to are the black witches.”
“I know…” replied Penny. She wasn’t illiterate to not know who was who in the world that she lived in.
“Then you should know that the white witches are the good ones. People who help for the greater cause. What’s bothering you?”
It took a while for Penny to gather her words in silence before she said, “I am not looking forward to being burnt
in the middle of the village or town,” her greens eyes looked back at the red ones in worry.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 103 – White witch- Part 3
Something seemed to have started to hover over Penelope’s eyes like she was remembering something she had
seen. A memory that had come to resurface. It was two Eleth ago. Eleth which was also the time in Bonelake
where rain didn’t take place for a continuous two weeks. Due to the no rain phase which took place once every
year, she had travelled to the two villages in search of work as it was time to start supporting her mother
properly. With the lack of respect or presence her own village member showed her and her mother, bringing
money back home had been harder to her family than the rest.
After travelling to the expected village with the nickles she had saved for the carriage ride where the theatre was
situated in, after walking around and trying to find information on the same. Penny had taken a break for the need of food.
Strolling into the market, all she had wanted was a loaf of bread to suffice her hunger. Instead of the bread
though she had stumbled upon a woman and a man who were tied in ropes to a pole. According to one of the
village men who was holding the wooden fire in his hand had told the crowd that they were siblings who were witches.
Penny had been confused but the more she heard the more she came to realize the amount of hate the people held against the witches.
The woman who had been tied had cried with a mere line of ‘I am a white witch’ but that had not been enough
of an excuse for their bounds to be removed and to let them free. It didn’t matter if the person was a black witch
or a white witch, the conclusion by the public was to burn them. Penny wasn’t an expert in knowing who was who
but at that time, the villagers looked nothing short to evil with their deeds.
To burn someone without a solid cause but to have them burnt for the sole reason of who they were…it showed how narrow mind and illiterate people were.
She had seen kerosene being poured on them, the same liquid that was used to burn oil during the dark time of
the night to lead the way. While the woman cried with tears, her brother hadn’t spoken a word to the public but
one word from him and his sister had stopped crying. To see people treating innocents like this had broken her heart. A little bit more of humanity that was lost in the process after her own village.
“I saw a sister and brother being burnt. In front of my eyes, but I couldn’t see it until the end. It was too much for
me, Master Damien. I guess it was okay for others who were around me because it was a common thing there. It
was then I realized then that the term of witch wasn’t used just for females.”
“Does it haunt you?” asked Damien for her to shake her head.
“No,” she said looking at the white moulded candle that was in her hand, “But it doesn’t make one want to have the same fate.”
“Who is asking you to walk on the same fate?” asked Damien making her lift up her eyes, looking at the deep red eyes that were intently looking at her.
“Are you saying that despite white witches who are not bad are shown mercy on these lands of ours or the
others? How many have been spared by the people?” asked Penny making Damien smile, he nodded his head. His mouse was coming up with wanting to know facts.
“Not many. Few actually,” he answered her frankly which only made her frown. Few must be an overestimation as
witches were never spared, “I agree what you said but you don’t have to walk the path of the witches who were
burnt. Thanks to their alternate sisters who often cause troubles, the white witches are always kept under a keen
eye hoping they don’t bring misfortune or fall under the false guidance. The witches who aren’t under the
protection of the council usually fall under the target by the villagers who take the matter in their own hands.”
Penny didn’t respond anything to this for a good one minute.
Damien then continued, “A lot of white witches are placed in church work where they help the council members when help is needed.”
“Why did you give me a candle?” she asked looking at it questionably.
“There are some offsprings of the witches who are dormant where they lack skill. But I don’t think it is the same
case when it comes to you. If your father was a white witch, the gene must have passed on to you. Candles are
best friends of witches. You swish your hands and then you have a lit candle ready.”
“Guillable mouse. No,” he deadpanned, “I don’t know how to do it, we could go to the church for help but it
would mean you being on the list of the most prized possession for work. Are you willing to do it? Or would you
like to go to the not orthodox way?”
“What is that?” asked Penny.
“I have some witches who don’t work for the council. The white witches, as well as black witches,” hearing this
Penny’s eyes turned wide, “Don’t look surprised. You should know me better that I wouldn’t mind associating
myself with different kinds. If I didn’t, maybe you would have to fear me for sending you straight to a death
sentence,” that was true, thought Penny to herself, “And on a contrary belief, not everyone is bad. There are some
rare creatures who want to break free from the existing belief on what people have. Why don’t you give it a try,” said Damien, jerking his head towards the candle.
Penny looked at the candle in her hand, staring at it where nothing happened. She still doubted of her being a
white witch and she heard Damien say to her, “To believe is what you become, own it, Penelope.”
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 104 – Ability- Part 1
Both Penny and Damien sat on the ground, one who was holding the candle while the other looked at the candle
holder. Damien was positive that Penelope wasn’t a dormant witch, if she were she wouldn’t have had the ability
to change a black witch’s potion to something clean as if the potion had never been harmless, to begin with. This
only made him ponder more on her lineage. Even for his aunt, Lord Alexander’s mother had no power like this.
Many considered her to be a great witch of her time a few years ago due to the potential she held like none
another white witch. Her death had been tragic and painful while most of them who were close had been pained
with the news, there were some who rejoiced at another downfall of a white witch.
“It feels warm,” said Penny feeling the candle turn from cold to warm.
“Didn’t the glass feel warm too before the color changed?” enquired Damien for her to nod, “How do you feel right now? Tell me.”
“I don’t think there’s any change. It was cold and now it’s turning…it’s turning hotter with every second,” she informed him.
“Let it go,” ordered Damien for Penny to let go of the candle. Doing what he said, Penny dropped the candle like
a hot potato. His hand that went to reach the candle first reached her hand, taking it in his grasp where he ran his
thumb over her open palm, “Your hand feels warm,” he murmured. It had also turned red, “If it isn’t bearable you can always stop it.”
“What?” asked Penny who had lost herself in her own thought.
“You know what you can handle and what you can’t,” he frowned as he continued to run his thumb. Penny had
hoped he would let it go but instead, he continued to hold to it. Strangely, his hands were warm too. Weren’t
vampires supposed to be cold-blooded creatures?
He picked the candle with his other hand, squishing it in his hand were the candle disfigured. It seemed like she
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would need someone to guide her and he wasn’t that person. Penny had no clue about her lineage and had been
going through her life without realizing it. He wondered how lucky she was to not be caught by the suspicious village she lived in.
“Master Damien?” he heard her call his name. Her voice was airy and free, like a bird that flew in the rare summer sky of Bonelake.
“Hmm?” he raised his eyebrow.
“Why are you warm?”
“I am a very warm person?” Penny wanted to smile at his narcist self. She was getting used to it, having not seen
or met anyone like him she tried to hold back the smile which Damien noticed either way.
“Your hands I mean. I thought vampires are cold-blooded,” it was at least what she had heard from the people around her and the knowledge she had grown up with.
“Your questions sometimes make me want to tutor you on the creatures that live amongst us,” he smiled, his eyes
twinkling as if he were plotting something in his mind, “Vampires and halflings of vampires which are humans
turned vampire are the ones who are cold in nature. They lack a heart that beats.”
Did that mean the pureblooded vampires had a heart that was different and similar to humans? wondered Penny to herself.
“Pureblooded vampires aren’t sitting in the top of the food chain for no reason. We are the oldest vampires, the
first generation that gave to the next and hence offsprings. Can you guess which one I am?” he asked her.
“Fifth-generation?” asked Penny for him to shake his head.
“I’m the second generation. My father being the first. The pureblooded vampires have a beating heart,” he pulled
her head and placed it on his chest where the heart laid. It’s beat similar to any other human, “The older the
lineage to the direct descendants, that much is our ability to hold to our roots and what we are. I believe as years
pass by with centuries, even pureblooded vampires will finally turn cold by falling into the same line as any other average vampire.”
“What is the difference between a normal vampire and the pureblooded vampire? Apart from the body temperature and beating heart,” she asked him still curious.
“You want to know?” she nodded her head. Leaning in closer to hear him say, “What will I get if I speak of such classified information which not many should or aware of?”
Penny was curious about the ability he spoke to which she leaned on the detail of wanting to know, “I will not run?” Damien stared at her, tipping his chin to ask her,
“Where were you planning to run, little mouse? Truth for the information. I want you to be open book,” he leaned his body towards the bed. Stretching out his legs this time.
When he was asking about running was it about her escaping? “Woville.”
“Who is there at Woville?” Damien didn’t sound angry and instead, he appeared relaxed at the thought of her
running as if that was not going to happen. Though partly he would be right about it now. After knowing the
possibility or the after the confirmation of her being a witch, Penny came to the conclusion that if she did hold
some sort of voodoo magic, the probability of her life turning to hell was much more if she left his side. If Damien
had to hurt and torture her, he would have done it by now.
“There’s no one there.”
“So you’re telling me that you planned to escape to a place where you had no one but to go on a whim. Are you
aware of how dangerous the world out there is? Stupid mouse,” he narrowed his eyes, “You would only end up in
the slave establishment all over again. Like it or nor but young girls as yourselves aren’t safe. People will always
want to sell you back to the slave establishment. It must have crossed your mind.”
It wasn’t that Penny had not thought about it. Damien did have a point and the thought of being sold again was
something that weighed on her mind but the last time she had been sold, it was because of her relatives who had
trapped her. Thinking about that, she wondered how they were doing after making use of the silver coins that
was gained by selling her.
And though Penny had told him the truth, that wasn’t the entire truth. She skipped mentioning the part where
she had saved her money which should have been enough to travel to Wovile to start a new life.
But Damien was sharper than the rest, “What else? That can’t be all. I wouldn’t underestimate the mouse I bought for thousands of gold coins.”
With a small exhale, Penny told him, “I saved some coins in the nearby forest when I started to live with my aunt and uncle.”
“Why would you do that?” he asked her curious, “Didn’t trust them?”
Penny smiled, a smile that Damien hadn’t seen a smile as if she were letting her guard down.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 105 – Ability- Part 2
The memories made her realize that it was the little details that she should have noticed earlier. But she had
ignored it as it was her own blood relatives, “There were times when my nickles and penny went missing which were in my clothes.”
“Thieves,” Damien’s eyes narrowed, “Would you like to make a visit?”
“To meet them?” she shook her head. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for it but Damien had other plans.
“It will be fun, you will absolutely love it,” he said to which she doubted. It might be fun for him to see her
relatives find her at their doorstep, “You don’t have to be upset about it, little mouse. Somethings turn bad while
some turn for good. You and I both know well that what you have today is much feasible than what you had three weeks ago.”
Penny questioned if it was really true, “Will you answer some of my questions?”
“We traded for only information, not for questions, darling. Maybe later when we are going to see your sweet
and loving uncle and aunt. Fair?” he asked her. She was okay with that, she gave a nod, “Now coming to the
vampires and pureblooded vampires. I am sure we have already gone through the core for a pureblooded
vampire which is what lacks in an average vampire. Some rare pureblooded vampires, some in strength, some
with respect to the lineage they were born in hold special abilities. Now what you need to remember is all special
abilities come from only pureblooded vampires but not all pureblooded are gifted. It is a very rare gift. Some boast about it and some keep it a secret.”
“What are these abilities?” asked Penny feeling more intrigued with every passing second as Damien spoke.
Damien hummed, his head falling slightly back, “Well, some can detect lies,” he started with, “Some have the
ability to see in darkness. To produce fire, ice by their whim, to kill people without touching. Yeah, that kind,” he
replied, “Some are truly odd and useless. Things that are of no help but I have to say some are very very
interesting. What do you think about growing plants and trees?” for a pureblooded vampire to grow trees
sounded odd, thought Penny and as she looked at Damien, he asked, “Wondering what gift I have? You surely don’t think that the great Damien Quinn was not given something.”
Of course, she didn’t. For master Damien to be so happily speaking about it, she wondered which one of those he
mentioned was part of his pureblooded vampire ability.
“Interested in knowing it? Stay here,” he said, getting up to stand, he walked out of the door leaving Penny in the
room. Penny stood up, wondering where Damien went. After a few minutes passed, he returned back with a dress
which had a hanger in it. The dress was soft at the same time crisp. It’s print made of little floral flower that was
beige in colour. It was the kind of dress a woman would wear for tea party, “Get yourself dressed and use this bath.”
Hmm? Damien Quinn was letting her use his bath? Often he would send her to the servants quarters but then he
had never given her dress to wear. The last time she wore one, he had taken it back to give it to Lady Yuvaine.
When she thought about it, it made her feel embarrassed.
Once Penny had dressed after the bath she had, she finally came out with her hair which was tied up. Damien had
been going through something in his cupboard. Hearing her step back into the room, he turned his gaze to look
at her. His eyes holding still at the sight of her. Penny’s eyes stood stark to the dress as if she didn’t need the
unnecessary jewellery while her eyes itself was one. The long lashes blinked at him.
His bare feet padded across the floor of the room to go stand where Penny stood wearing the dress he had given
her, “Turn around, you have tied it wrong around your waist,” he instructed making her look down at her waist.
Wasn’t this how it was tied? “Hands away from the body,” Penny turned around and raised both her arms to hold
it close to her chest. Once he was done untying and tying the chiffon-like thick ribbon around her waist, he tied it
to the side.
“Much better. You don’t have to look embarrassed,” he said noticing her cheeks. Penny came from a poor
background and not knowing about it was understandable, “Your hair needs to be fixed. Sit in front of the dressing table.”
Penny didn’t know what Damien was up to but she followed his word, walking with a new dress on her body
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which felt as light as a feather. After wearing the potato sack for two weeks, the dress felt nice. She took a seat on
the chair looking at herself in the mirror. Without a word, he lifted his hand which reached her hair and he pulled
the little stick which she had used to let her hair free.
Damien’s fingers weaved through her long tresses. His fingers lightly scraping her scalp, gentle enough to make
one sleep and Penny felt the same. Nonetheless, she kept her eyes open looking at Damien’s reflection through
the mirror to see what he was up to. Taking the brush that was on the dressing table, he brushed her hair,
sectioning it and brushing until he was done with all of her hair.
At one point his fingers touched the nape of her neck, the movement starting from the nape up to her head
making her giddy with sleep. Was he trying to put her to sleep? Because she will!
“Umm, master Damien?” hearing him only made her eyes heavy, “Uh, I think I might fall asleep.”
“I am almost done,” he said dismissing her words. He twisted her hair, plated it at the back, moving it around
where she finally felt no hair that rested on her back or on her shoulders. When his hands moved away she
couldn’t lie that she missed it. Her mother was the only one who did it when she was a little girl that felt years
ago. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed the way Damien had tied half of her hair, twisting at both the
sides to tie one after another. Surely, he would have used the pins which made her think if he had brought along
the pins when he stepped back into the room with the dress that she wore now, “Just a bit,” he pulled her hair
from the sides so that it could rest on the sides of her hair.
Leaving her there to admire his handiwork, Damien picked the coat that was on the stand, “You can wear those
flat shoes.” Once she was done, he offered his hand for Penny to take.
“Where are we going, Master Damien?” she questioned. He had not only made her wear a good dress but also
had himself made her hair while telling her to wear the boots they bought. Was she dreaming? Perhaps she was,
thought Penny to herself. How could Damien be so nice?
“You will see in a minute,” he gave her that crooked smile which made her feel queasy about. Penny placed her
hand on his, waiting for him to say or walk so that they could step out of the room. Did he want to say
something? “Hold my hand tight.” Huh?
The next second Penny didn’t know what happened, but she felt the rushing sound of air in her ears to realize
they weren’t in the room anymore but in the village, she used to live three weeks ago. What just happened?!
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Penny was in shock. Trying to process what just happened after noticing that they weren’t in the room anymore
of Quinn’s mansion but in the village, she used to live with her relatives. How…What just happened? Unable to
process and come up with the right explanation she looked at Damien, her green eyes brighter than any time before.
“How did we come here?” she asked even though the back of her mind had started to piece things together which made no sense to her.
“Teleporting is one of my abilities. To move through space without any interface, I can go and come anywhere I
want at any time,” Damien answered her question. When she took one step forward, she felt her head go dizzy,
“Careful,” he held her arm so that she wouldn’t fall by the swaying of her body, “When you are closest to the
initial generation of the pureblooded vampires, the rare gift some of us receive is much stronger and different to
things one would consider to be unique. The farther the generation falls, the ability only drifts to form a different kind with every new generation. Si?”
Penelope didn’t know what to make of it. IT was as if she was being gifted with one information after another for
a few days which her mind was finding it hard to catch up with. Was that how he had caught up with her the first
time she had tried to run away from him? Oh dear, God. This meant that even if she wanted to run away there would have been no chance for her.
It wasn’t that Penny was looking for an escape route anymore. At least not since she found out about her being a
white witch whose neck hung below the ax which could be let loose anytime if a whisper about her was heard by
the villagers or townsmen. She wasn’t a fool to go running into a den of cavemen who would not think once
before throwing kerosene and burning her alive to set another example.
Turning to meet his eyes, she asked, “W-why do you make use of carriages then?” why would one spend their
time over traveling in a carriage of closed room when they could apparate and disapparate from one place to
another with the whim of their mind.
“Good question, mouse. Life would be nothing but mundane if I did that every time. There are times you need to
walk the path which is walked by the rest, else you will turn to a foreign object who will fail to see and live, to
enjoy what others do. And I love the carriage rides, it gives me time to ponder over things,” he said, his shining
with mirth but he wasn’t finished. He continued, “With the ability comes limitations.”
Damien nodded his head, “The blood that we consume is never enough after making use of the ability. It is an
energy source which we need to keep feeding and I cannot always find blood that I want. So what do you think
about my ability?” he asked her where Penny parted her lips, breathing the words,
“It’s brilliant,” she agreed. To go wherever one wanted to go, she would have loved to have a gift like that for
herself, “Is it a secret?” she asked him. Damien stared down at her for several seconds,
“What if I said it is. Would you be able to keep that a secret?” he asked her, his eyes and voice testing her.
“I haven’t told anything to anyone so far,” he gave a nod to her answer. It was because there was no one to tell the secret she knew.
“Remember, Penny. Secrets are everything here. You let it slip out and you will find yourself in a disadvantaged
situation with the other person,” Penny was aware of it, “Where is that pouch of coins you told you hid. It would
be unfortunate to leave it hidden here when it can be put to good use. But then I think about it, you don’t need
money. At least when I am here to provide you,” Penny gave him a look, “You don’t agree? What do you need the money for?” he asked her.
“I think the money is safe the place where it is now,” it was one of Penny’s saving and the last thing she wanted
was to let it slip through her fingers. It might have not been much in Damien’s eyes but in her eyes or livelihood
at least it was a lot.
“Suit yourself,” said Damien before switching their conversation to what they had come here for, “Which is the
house here that your uncle and aunt live in?” he asked, his eyes scanning the houses while they stood at the edge
outside the village where they were yet to step inside.
It would be a lie if she said that she wasn’t curious about what her relatives were up to after selling her to the
merchant who had, in turn, sold her to the slave establishment. She didn’t answer to Damien but instead decided
to take him there, “The condition here seems much better than the one you used to live. Was there any trouble here?”
Damien if the previous villagers had an inkling of who Penny was or who her father was due to which she had live
with ire of hate. But at the same time, he doubted that they would have had any proof against them. With Penny
and her mother not knowing who she was unless her mother did know but failed to mention it to her daughter,
there was no way the villagers would have been able to know anything. But then there was no smoke without a
fire. In this case, the smoke being her father.
“Nothing. It was quite peaceful,” answered Penny, looking at most of the villagers who had woken up early to
start their work so that they could start earning for the day…
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 107 – The lie told- Part 2
“Why didn’t you continue your work in the theater? Not everyone has a talent. It is true that you aren’t a good
actor like me but you were decent. Why leave something you liked?” he inquired, heading inside the streets
where they received looks by her fellow villagers. A lot of them appeared to look shocked. Though one could
debate it was because of Damien as he brought out that reacting from people. Especially from humans.
“People here aren’t used to vampires entering. They don’t take it too kindly,” Penny gave him a heads-up.
“I don’t take kindly of them not taking kindly of me when I haven’t done anything…yet. But it is never too late for
it. Though I doubt right now that they are looking at me. Look closer,” upon his word, she did just that to notice it
wasn’t him but her, “How much do you bet that your relatives turned you to something dead or turned to which
is why you are receiving such warm looks. No offense Penny and when I say this I don’t mean to include you but
humans are very narrowminded. Jumping quickly into conclusions without any base.”
“Not everyone is like that,” Penny defended her former being.
“Of course, there are a few sane ones but they get overpowered by the fools. You don’t believe me? I will shout
here calling you a witch and people will come and burn you. Poof,” he told it in a calm tone which made her give
him a stink eye, “I am just joking. But you know as well as I that how people in general are. I think it would be
absolutely wonderful to go to meet your relatives. I can hardly wait to know what lies they fed about your
disappearance,” he clapped his hand while looking at the village people who had paused with whatever they
were doing. Some whispered to each other, looking at both of them until Damien. One smile was enough to send
them scattering away after he showed his fangs.
Noticing them moving away and some going inside their house, Penny asked in doubt, “Master Damien, did you
“I was only exchanging greetings but the peasants here sure are disrespectful. Maybe once we are done visiting
your uncle and aunt I can exercise some things here,” a constant smile stayed on his face, “Is that your aunt?” he
asked tipping his chin in a certain direction.
Penny who had been having her eyes on the villagers had failed to notice that her aunt stood with a basket on
her hip. The woman appeared to be in shock.
It had been days since she saw her aunt, the same aunt who had brought her home after her death. Many
questions came to bubble in her mind but none came to pass through her lips. When she finally stood in front of
her aunt, she saw the expression of shock at first which was covered suddenly by worry.
“Aunt Delilah,” Penny spoke first. She didn’t know if she was hurt or angry. For her own blood relative to do
something unfathomable like throwing her to a place which was filled with darkness, had they not thought about
it? Had it not crossed their mind even once?
“Oh my God…” was the first response that came out of her mouth. Recovering from the surprise visit Penny had
given at their door, “Oh Penny, where were you all these days?” asked the woman. Damien hearing this didn’t
bother to hide at the stupidity of the woman. He rolled his eyes, bringing up his hand to look at his nails
wondering if today was the day to make put his sharpened nails to use.
At first, Damien felt Penny falling into a pit of emotions as her heart skipped a beat but Penny was much forward
and in the hold of her emotions when she said, “Where is uncle?”
“He went out to sell the goods in the market, he should be on his way-”
“Goods? Or is it another girl like me?” asked Penny.
Penny couldn’t hold back her emotions. She was angry for what they had done. Selling her like an object and not
considering her emotions and feelings.
“W-what?” stuttered her aunt, “What are you saying?”
Penny looked down at the ground, “I hope you don’t mind me stepping inside,” not waiting for permission she
walked into the house. Looking at the objects which had been replaced to something better as if the house had
been renovated, “Seems like uncle and you hit a jackpot. Was it silver coins?”
“I don’t know what you’re saying, Penny. Why don’t you sit down? We searched for you but never knew where you went.”
“Did you really search for me?” asked Penny mindlessly as she stared at the new objects which weren’t here the
last time she lived in this house.
“O-of course we did. You are my niece. It would be so wrong not to-”
“Another lie from that mouth of yours and I will have it torn out of your mouth,” Damien sighed taking away his
attention from his hand to look down at the woman who was short in stature. His words sharp enough to stop
talking while also holding her breath as if a single movement from her would set off the vampire.
As if on time her husband came back with a side bag while holding it protectively. The man had found it to be
odd that some of the villagers were looking at him but he was too happy to have made revenue from the
vegetables he sold to realize what was up. Not that he would have known. When he noticed Penny in the room,
his eyes went wide in shock. The elderly couple couldn’t believe that she had returned. It was clearly mentioned
that they wouldn’t be seeing her again but that wasn’t the problem. They couldn’t believe that she was actually
doing much better than they thought. Fancy clothes, her hair done, with shoes on her feet that appeared to be made from expensive leather.
Taking a look at the man, Damien said, “Well, it’s good you are here. Penelope and I were only passing by and
wanted to say hi to you,” smiled the pureblooded vampire as if he meant no harm to anyone, “Won’t you greet
your niece whom you sold to the slave establishment, Mr. Linton?” asked Damien not bein subtle at all about it.
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Her uncle who had only stepped inside failed to utter any words. His expression holding similar to the one her
aunt had shown when she had seen Penny arrive at the door as if they were not expecting her. It was obvious
that they had sold her. Penny didn’t know why she had agreed to come here even though she had a slight
knowledge of what had occurred that day before she was taken to the slave establishment.
“I don’t know what you are speaking of, mister,” her uncle spoke to Damien and upon Damien’s twist of neck to
look towards the elder man, the man gulped softly, “Where have you been all this time? When we came back you
weren’t there…we thought you left,” her uncle continued with the charade. The man has missed the threat
Damien had given to his wife due to which he continued to run his mouth.
Both the husband and wife couldn’t believe their eyes, finding their niece here who appeared to be having a
better life right now, “Did you run away with this man? How shameful!” exclaimed her uncle where his wife closed
her eyes in embarrassment. The woman didn’t know how to convey to her husband that Penelope had found out
about the truth.
Penny continued to stare at him with a bleak expression on her face. Now she realized why she had come along
with Damien. She was angry at them. Angry for promising things that they could not keep up.
“Why did you bring me here?” the three people in the room heard Penny ask, “I would have continued to live my
life alone after my mother’s death. You wouldn’t have to look after me,” her voice came out quiet which didn’t
appear angry, “I would have looked after myself. At least I grew capable of it. Why did you take me from there,
bringing me here if you couldn’t keep up your word of having to look after me?” Penny’s words turned sharp at
the end as she looked at her relatives, her eyes narrowing down at the deed they had committed without
understanding the consequences of what she would have had to go through if her luck had turned worse.
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“We didn’t do anything you claim that we did. Running away with a stranger and coming back, the audacity of
yours-” her uncle went on but before he could say anything more, his wife raised her hand for him to stop.
“What do you mean why?” asked the woman, “Instead of being grateful you are throwing tantrums like a child.
You should thank us for bringing you home here. Providing a roof over your head-”
“I never asked you for it!” Penny responded back with her eyebrows furrowing, “Nobody even asked you to bring
me here. We had other relatives who never came forward. You could have done the same which wasn’t hard.”
Her aunt laughed, like a soft chuckle as if Penny was being delusional, “Did you hear yourself clearly? Are you
saying you didn’t wish to get out of that village where people despised both you and my sister there? Ask
yourself that if you weren’t happy when your uncle and I offered for you to stay with us.”
“I was happy because I thought I had a family if not my mother…but who would have thought that you brought
me here only with the intention to sell me to gain money,” Penny shook her head in disappointment.
Her uncle who had been keeping up the farce since he arrived home dropped the facade while ignoring the man
and speaking to the girl, “Don’t look at us for what we have done, Penelope. If you look carefully right now your
life is much better than what you had before. Good clothes, and shoes. No scratch on you while we are the ones
who are still unfortunate. With all, we have done and given you, the shame you put on us. How ill-mannered,”
tched the man. Not knowing who the person was who had come home with Penelope, he went on to say, “In
spite being who you are now,” he said without using the word ‘slave’, “You are living a better life. Keep up playing
doll and maybe this man will take you like a side wife. At least you won’t have anything to-Argh!”
The man yelped when Damien twisted his fingers in the opposite direction which wasn’t the way the fingers
folded themselves. He pulled them far enough such that his voice echoed back by the small house while spilling
out of the open door and windows.
“Scream more loudly and I will make sure your wife will have your precious four fingers in her hand that won’t be
attached to your body any longer.”
Penny felt her heart skip at the sudden screaming due to being startled. Though her uncle was in pain and her
aunt distressed as she tried to plead with the vampire, Penny felt nothing for them after listening to what they
had to say. It seemed that since the very beginning she was only a scapegoat they were raising to sell her out so
that they could make a living out of her.
It might have been true that Penny was currently wearing good clothes and shoes, her current living condition
was somewhere where she didn’t have to work but that didn’t mean she had the freedom to do what she would
want to do. Her status from being a human had fallen down to a slave in the society where people would not
respect her which was what pained her.
All this time, Penny and her mother had gone through a lot of trouble. She had no life from a young age where
people only kept her away in distance, to have no one speak to outside where people shunned her family. It had
been a painful phase of her time but she had learned in time to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to what people
had to say. After all, people always spoke.
“Could you please iterate what you were saying again, human?” asked Damien without lowering his strength on
the man’s hand and continuing to have the same grip, “Most of you humans sure are disgusting little beings. Is
that how you speak to your niece? Let’s take this outside, shall we?” he gave out a charming smile before he
pulled her uncle out of the house with her aunt first following them in fret and later Penny.
Most of the villagers had come to the house with pitchforks or other tools in their hands to chase the vampire
who had stepped in here, “How unwelcoming.” Some even held fire lit by the woods as if that was going to scare
him. It only showed Damien how illiterate the village men were with respect to a lot of things.
“Leave him right there, vampire! Unless you want to die!” spoke one of the village men who held a shovel in his hand.
“Courage is a very important and admirable quality until you don’t realize what is there in front of you that turns
to foolishness,” Damien responded back to the man.
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“Every vampire says that before we chase everyone who enters this village of ours,” said another man, waving his pitchfork.
Damien’s eyes looked at him sharply, his eyes following the crowd that had gathered. Searching for a person, in
particular, he finally caught a man who stood not too far at the end of his right-hand side. The man cowering and
hiding behind another village man. It was easy to spot as the magistrates were comparatively well off compared
to the other people in the village. Be it with respect to clothes, house, or the way they lived. Though he wondered why the man was hiding.
“Mr. Magistrate, why are you hiding behind. Please come forward,” Damien greeted the man looked older than
Damien in appearance but in truth, Damien was decades older to him which even the magistrate knew. But that wasn’t all that the magistrate knew of.
When he heard a complaint filed at his office on a vampire breaking through into the village showing off his
fangs which were nothing less to an indication that he was seeking to kill one or more people here, the
magistrate had approved of the village men going to chase or kill the vampire.
To his bad luck though, he didn’t know this was the vampire who had intruded or stepped into the village. A lot
of villagers and townsmen never knew the officials who worked in the council. The maximum they were
acquainted with were the lords of the four lands, the Dukes and the magistrate officer who was assigned to that
particular village. While some weren’t aware of who he was, a lot of them knew about Damien Quinn because of
his quirky character of work. But that wasn’t all. The magistrate had the opportunity to visit the Winter’s ball once
where he saw this man who wasn’t just a councilman but also a higher pureblooded vampire of the second generation.
There were a lot of things which were not known by there lower class people but the pureblooded vampires had
generations where the first and second generation were the oldest and closest to being in the purest form of vampires.
Now that the vampire had caught him, he gingerly stepped out of the crowd, his head bowing down at the man
which confused a lot of villagers on what was going on, “Councilman Damien Quinn,” he greeted the man.
“You’re the magistrate of the village. What are you doing standing behind there while you are supposed to front
here,” asked Damien in a casual tone as if he were neither being disrespected by the villagers nor was he on the verge of breaking Penny’s uncle’s fingers.
“Pardon me, Councilman Damien. I only arrived here at the scene after hearing the scream,” the magistrate was a
blonde-haired man who was short in stature with his hair spiked out in all different directions. He realized that a
lot of magistrates were short he had met until now.
The human stood nervously, his hands folded in front of him to hear the councilman say, “Am I imagining or did
the people here decide that it was alright to stake and hunt a vampire. That vampire being me of course.”
Penny who stood behind and away from them near the door of the house saw the way the magistrate wrung his
hands together in urgency and nervousness, “They must have been very worried about him. He did scream to
alert the villagers,” said the magistrate, slight about the amount of perspiration forming on his forehead even
though it was cold, “They are a protective group of folks,” Damien nodded his head as if understanding who instead then said,
“They must be very fast to come running in less than a minute on hearing this irresponsible man scream,”
Damien shook the man’s hand through his fingers which made the man groan in pain. Wanting to scream but
being forbidden to do so, Penny’s uncle tried to hold back his screams that itched through his throat, “We should
probably turn them to guards. I doubt even the current stationed guards here are that quick. What do you say?”
Damien was being sarcastic knowing well what had transpired.
The land of Bonelake majorly consisted of vampires than humans. Leaving very few villages to have only humans reside in them.
The council and most of the councilmen were working on maintaining the peace between humans and vampires.
Though witches weren’t in the equation at the moment, the future held promise that the councilmen along with
the public would work on making the lands much more harmonious. But then came people like these who didn’t
follow the orders which were given directly by the higher up’s of the council.
Seeing the man in pain, the magistrate took the brave step to question Damien, “Councilman Damien, if I may
ask, what has the man done that you are punishing him for?”
Damien tilted his head in confusion, “Punishing him? I am only playing with him. Punishment is yet to be handed
down by you and not me. After all, you are the man in charge of this village. Right?”
“Yes, councilman,” bowed the magistrate making him look even shorter as he did it.
“How many of you have daughters here?” asked Damien to the crowd that had formed in front of them.
Upon hearing that this vampire was a councilman, a lot of them had lowered their fight stance making them look
humble. Many new how powerful a councilman’s words could be if one passed at them. But at the same time, it
was a vampire and they were all agitated by the fact that this vampire had come to cause havoc where they lived.
Some of them murmured for an answer to say ‘Yes, we do’ ‘I have one’ and the questions of why arose.
“What would you do…” Damien paused for a second, “If I said that I found our that this man right here along with
this woman you see, has decided to sell all your daughters. One by one. To the slave establishment?” confused
murmurs arose in the crowd which was replaced with anger.
“That can’t happen. They have been living here with us for years.”
“You are telling it to flame us against each other!”
“That’s right! People of this village would never commit such a crime.”
“So much trust. I don’t think even a woman has that trust when she buys the vegetable in the shop without checking its quality.”
“You are only trying to get us to stand against one each other,” said another village men, his hand still holding
the fire that was burning brightly.
“I have other important things to deal with than play puppet here. Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Damien
offered the people who looked at Penny’s uncle.
Skeptical on what the vampire was speaking about. Though there were a lot of things the villagers were ignorant
about, one of the things they weren’t ignorant about was the existence of the slave establishment. Even during
the carnival that took place in the nearby villages or near the forest, they often made sure not to stroll to the end
as that was where people were bribed or kidnapped for young girls and boys.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 110 – Quality of a vegetable- Part 3
To get the man speaking, Damien twisted his fingers further to hear a snap which only he heard and the man who the bone belonged to realized with the pain.
“Ahh, it hurts!” cried Penny’s uncle.
“Are you going to willingly tell them if you were involved in selling your niece to the slave establishment or do
you need the motivation for it?” Damien asked him.
Previously the people who had been looking at Damien and her uncle as the attraction shifted their eyes to look
at Penelope who was standing near the door. With the girl who was absent for many days, not a calculation was
required but the question was how far it was true.
Seeing the man not speak as he was in a high amount of pain with one of his fingers broken, he turned to look at
the woman who looked back at him in fear. The woman looked in fear of what was going to happen. They had
never thought that they would be exposed, at least not like this. When her husband and she had spoken to the
man who was going to take Penny with him, they were told that there was no reason for them to worry and they
would only have to take the money after the girl was taken into their hold.
The shame of being caught and exposed in front of so many people, people whom she knew made her worry in
fear. Patting her husband’s back as he groaned in pain, she looked up at the pureblooded vampire in hate.
The magistrate not wanting to infuriate the vampire decided to take his side by asking the woman, “Speak, unless
you want to face the worse consequence,” he ordered for the couple to start speaking.
Selling people to the slave establishment wasn’t considered a crime in the higher-ups, if it was then how would
one get a slave? Unless they involved people who were close to them, the higher council didn’t look after this
part of the issue. The lower society took matters like these in their own hands instead. Fighting to justice like the
way they burnt the white and black witches when their hands found the other creatures.
“Yes, we…” the woman’s voice trailed down where the crowd who had gathered tired listening to what the woman said.
“What?” questioned the magistrate. The woman closed her eyes, her head bowing in shame to respond back
with, “Yes, we sold out niece…Penelope to the slave establishment,” shocked gasps erupted through everyone’s
lips. Unable to believe that fellow men of the village could do that to their own kin.
Damien hearing this broke the remaining four fingers before letting go of the man’s hand who wailed in pain,
“AHH! My fingers!!” he cried. The vampire pulled out the handkerchief from his pocket, wiping both his hands
before dropping the cloth straight down on the dirty ground which was muddy in nature.
“I hope it sets a decent example to not only not repeat things that have happened also but to have the villagers
show some respect,” or in this case, fear, thought Damien to himself. It didn’t matter which one because any
would do. Fear sometimes was necessary. A child without fear could grow up thinking the world was his,
disregarding people and their feelings. Rectifying things were necessary in Damien’s eyes, “My work is here is
done. Penelope,” called Damien where she was in shock.
Penny looked at her uncle who cried in pain. His fingers were positively broken which she wasn’t sure if it would
remain that way or if it was possible to fix it. With the way it looked broken backward, she doubted if anything could be done.
She wondered if her relatives understood the depth of what they did. Of how miserable her life could turn out to
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be if Damien wasn’t the one to buy her. If it was one of the other vampires or humans whom she had seen being
mistreated. Even after so much happened the look of disgust and hate her aunt threw at her broke her heart a
bit. She felt her eyes prickle and she blinked back quickly. Taking in a deep breath to go stand next to Damien.
Damien asked her, “Do you have anything to say?” she shook her head.
“Nothing. Can we leave?” she asked in return for him to give her a small nod.
“Magistrate, it has been a lovely day. I hope you do the right thing. I am sure the other families would not want
you to let them off so easily,” Damien patted the magistrates back making the man stagger from his stance. As
they started to walk, Damien paused his footsteps to say to the magistrate, “Fix your behavior before I personally
come and fix you,” he smiled at the man before walking from there with Penny following him.
Once they were far away from the eyes of the villagers, Damien slipped his hand in Penny’s hand. Holding tight
enough that in a blink of an eye before Penny could realize they were back in Quinn’s mansion, in Damien’s bedroom.
“Are you alright?” he asked her to say, “Spilling tears for people who don’t deserve it, I would call you stupid.”
“They were my family.” Still were if she counted it.
“Who are family and who is not, it cannot be decided by blood. That would be naive to consider that they
wouldn’t betray you. I have a lot of instances to speak, a common on would be the corpse we met in the council
laboratory. Brother will kill another brother. A man will betray his wife in the name of a rendezvous affair.”
“Do you mean to say I should trust none?”
“When did I say that? Not all people whom you think you know are the ones you can rely on. Do you want some space?” asked Damien.
Damien grinned, “Just in case you decided you wanted to cry for those pathetic humans.”