Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 121 – Fall- Part 2
Damien was away from his home where he had been called for an early inspection of the burnt bodies which had
taken place last night. With his assistant Kreme who was inquiring about the humans who were involved in the
event, he looked down at the burnt body of a woman.
The woman’s hand had twisted around along with her wrist and fingers. Her entire body had turned black while
leaving the scarce clothing that couldn’t be burnt by the humans. Burning witches after being caught, the
humans had the habit of tying the witches up and burning them in the middle of the village. It was a common
practice that had been taking place for many years now. The issue was that with the Edict of Witches, the section
for the white witches was that the witches were not to be killed by the humans. If a human found a white witch or
a black witch they were supposed to inform the officials like the guards of the village or towns who would then
pass it to the magistrate before it reached the councilmen.
The reason was to avoid any unwanted mishap taking place. Historically picking up the facts, people often
mistook the others to be witches, in the name of witches many women had been sacrificed but the edict had
been passed keeping the white witches in mind. Though the rule had been implemented years ago, it was
strengthened only after his aunt had passed.
But humans were impulsive creatures. They took the matter into their own hands while passively going against
the council. Passive little creatures thought Damien to himself.
If the bodies burnt were of black witches, it didn’t cause many problems but it was when the humans and white witches were involved in such state.
After all, black witches weren’t much of concern to anyone around.
“What do you think about her, Mr. Quinn?” asked the woman in a black low pony who was the magistrate for this
village. Women weren’t often given the opportunity but opportunities were dug and found by some of the
humans, especially when they turned to a half-vampires, their ambitions rocketing further than the rest of the crowd.
“She looks all nice and toasty. Where were you again when this took place?” he questioned the lady. Standing up,
he dusted his legs. His eyes catching hold of the humans who stood not far away in shackles around their hands
and legs to prevent them from running or escaping as they were the convicted humans.
“I was supposed to go to the next village to speak about the men who often come near the lake to harass the women when they go to wash clothes or bath. The magistrate will give you the information.”
“That won’t be necessary,” he replied back, “This one is not a white witch as others claimed,” on his conclusive
answer the woman looked as if relieved by the information, “But she wasn’t a black witch either. The men of this
village set an innocent girl on fire. We will need to set up a trial of why if they cannot give an apt answer here.”
The woman frowned, her eyebrows drawing close. She looked at the burnt body, her eyes not moving away for a long time before she asked, “How can you tell she isn’t a witch?”
“Every creature has its own characteristics which make them what they are, Ms. Ringwell. It is the details we look
into. The popular question that arises is what caused the spark in the men and women of the village to go and pick on the girl.”
Kreme who was done talking to some of the people of the village, he walked towards Damien to interrupt, “Master Damien.”
“Excuse us,” said Damien to go to the side and hear what his associate had found out, “What did you find about the girl?”
“One of the women said here that she came a few years ago and she has been living among them without any
family. She didn’t speak much except for a few who went out of their way to talk to her,” on Kreme’s information,
Damien looked back at the burnt girl, “They said they found her picking plants near the hills. Also that they saw her walking out towards the river in the middle of the night.”
“How much middle in the night are we speaking here?”
“Later than the bell of the church. It must be after midnight. They said the last time she went in the night was two
days ago. Another woman said she found the girl brewing something in her pot,” Kreme filled Damien in.
“Where did the girl live?”
“There, in that corner of the alley,” both Damien and Kreme went to the house, visiting it to see what the girl was brewing.
Damien leaned his body forward, taking in the smell which felt grassy and rotten now as it appeared it had been
days since she had last used it, “This is no potion of the witch. Clearly the girl was a human who shows no
symptoms of the white or black witch. At the same time, it doesn’t look like she was trying to work any voodoo magic. Bring me the magistrate of the next village.”
“Why, master Damien?”
“I find the lady’s words to hold lack of truth. Something seems off about it and not only-” at the same time,
Damien felt fear creep in, emotions trying to get through him from the other person he had bonded with. It was
Penny, “Kreme I have another place to go to. Question the magistrate and take the ones in question to the council.”
“Right now?” asked Kreme confused as to why Damien was rushing suddenly out of the house. But Damien didn’t stop and instead, he walked out of the room quickly.
By the time Kreme could understand what had happened and tried to follow Damien, the pureblooded vampire was nowhere in sight.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 122 – Fall- Part 3
Below Quinn’s mansion, the water was too cold which made it difficult for Penny to move her body as the more
she tried to stay up and above the water level, it was only that much tiring. For someone like her who didn’t know
to swim in this depth of water, she continued to flail her arms that splashed her hands up and down.
Tired her body started to give up where no one caught sight of her, after all, why would anyone bother to look
outside when all the maids and the servants of the mansion were busy cleaning and doing their assigned tasks.
Penny didn’t know if it were her imagination but had someone pushed her? She surely hadn’t leaned forward to
the point that she wouldn’t have known that she was about to fall. Her head leaned back as she looked up at the high mansion that stretched tall and far from where she was.
Penny didn’t want to die here, not like this at least.
The place she had fallen wasn’t too far from the land. Like any other creature who had to live and try, she started
to flap her and legs. Her hands trying to push through the water while she continued to drink the water, some
going through her mouth and some going to her nose. But her body started to give away.
Her eyes started to feel heavy and her throat hurtful with the way she kept spouting the water out but to have a
fresh one back in. With her mind feeling dizzy and numb with her consciousness leaving her mind, her body
started to fall slack against the water. And with her not struggling, her body started to drift down, her blonde hair
spread out in the water with her legs and hands raised up with her back pulling her towards the ground.
With the seconds being precious now below the water level, Penny sank to the ground where she wasn’t
surrounded by just the weeds and other underwater plants. Though at the top of the surface one would call the
water body to be blue in color, like the ocean that swept near the sands but beneath the color of green
dominated the water bed. On the floor of the water sat many bodies that were scattered in time. Bodies that
were thrown in the years of time by owners of the mansion for doing something the owner didn’t like or agree on.
On the edge of the water, someone dived into it, swimming to where Penelope had fallen down a second ago.
Finding her down, Damien reached himself to her, pulling her by her arms and bringing her out of the water and
on to the land. Water dripped down Damien’s body with his hair wet and sticking on to his forehead but his eyes
were focussed on the girl. Placing his hand over her neck to check her pulse, he noticed it to be weak.
Damien had left the village right away when he felt the slight panic that had started to creep into him. For him,
the emotion was almost foreign and it had taken time for him to understand and know that the emotions were
coming from Penny. He had left as quick as he could sense the state of her mind but the girl had lost her
conscious right before he even appeared her by making use of his ability to apparate from one place to another.
Seeing her not wake up, he started to pump her chest by placing both his hands and pushing it with every
second. It took a few seconds before Penny started to cough the water she had drank unwillingly.
This mouse was far more troublesome than his pet wolf Baxtor and he was far worse than angry. With a sigh, he
sat down on the stone. Running his hand through his hair. What was she thinking to fall into the water in the
middle of the day especially when he wasn’t around?
When she continued to cough, Damien patted her back. Penelope after catching a breath of clean air that didn’t
involve the water looked up Damien who was drenched with water from head to his toe.
“When did you arrive?” she asked him, her breath falling short as she was still trying to come out from the thought of being drowned in the water.
“Right after you fell into the water. What are you doing jumping into the water, is the bath not working?”
“I don’t know,” Penny frowned trying to recollect what just happened. One minute she had been there trying to
look at the lower building of the mansion and her eyes went to look at the lower half and the next second she
had slipped, her footing missed as she felt right from Damien’s room and into the water. From where she sat not
she could see the side of the mansion which was built on the hill. The sky up the bridge hung which felt far from where they were.
Penny wasn’t sure but she had an inkling as if someone had pushed her but the push hadn’t been hard else her
mind would have registered but nonetheless it felt like a push as she was sure she had been holding on to the
rails or was she not? With the panic in the water that had taken over her body, Penny found it hard to think, “I don’t know.”
To Damien, there was never a ‘don’t know’.
He asked her, “What was the last thing you remember before taking a dive?”
Penny’s eyes met his, his red eyes had fluctuated from being red to black, “I…I was looking at the mansion.”
“From the room?” he went to confirm.
“Yes. At the lower half because I never saw that side of the mansion but when I was looking…I felt, I am not sure
though- it must be my imagination,” she said waving it off but Damien was not ready to let go.
“What did you feel, Penelope?”
“That someone pushed me-”
“Let’ get back into the mansion,” Damien’s voice had suddenly turned cold and void of anything except for anger that made Penny worry.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 123 – Silence- Part 1
After both Penny and Damien climbed up the hill with Damien helping Penny, they made their way through the
stony bridge of the mansion when the butler who had been cleaning the windows himself noticed his master and
the slave girl walking towards the mansion.
Falcon noticed something odd until he realized that his master appeared to be in a terribly bad mood. One could
easily spot it from a far distance with every stance and footstep that approached the mansion. And why did they
both look wet as if they had gone to take a dip in the water? Turning around quickly he caught sight of the maid who was passing by to say,
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“Go get the towels that have been stacked in the guest room! Quick to the entrance now!” the maid looked
confused on why the house butler was asking for towels right now but without a question, she headed to the
guestrooms. Falcon who had followed the maid halfway through went to open the doors of the mansion.
The other maids who were working on the lower floor saw the butler rush to the entrance making their heads turn as to what happened that was pressing to the butler at the moment.
When Damien and Penelope were few steps away from the entrance, the butler stepped out with the towel in his hands which were brought by the maid.
The butler helped his master while letting the slave pick up and put the towel around her. But to the butler’s
surprise who had most of the times demanded the servant’s attention when it came to wiping his wet head or
washing him or helping him wear his coat did something no one would have imagined.
Since the time Penny had fallen and been pulled out of the water, the wind even though of low velocity and
movement, the air hit her wet dress and body making her feel cold that she now shivered.
Damien who was wet himself with a towel around his neck pulled the towel from Penny’s hand and started to
wipe the possible water drops which had tried to sustain the wind and atmosphere. Penny forgot about the panic
fall when her master started to wipe and rub her head as if she were a child. It wasn’t that it was the first or
second time happening but not once had he done anything like this in front of others. Which was the reason why embarrassment started to take over her mind.
Frankly, she would have voiced her opinion of her being perfectly capable of doing it but the man looked intimidating right now.
She was used to the Damien Quinn who often went around with a smirk on his face who tried to get on every
person’s nerve. Not being used to this demeanor it slightly made her feel wary about his presence. It was as if
seeing a whole new person. Were his features always this sharp and defined? thought Penny to herself.
The butler was in shock, unable to cover his surprise while the maid who had followed the butler out of mere
curiosity found her eyes wide. Thankfully the eyes were connected to the face else both the maid and the butler
would have had their eyes rolled down on the floor by now.
“Falcon,” came the sharp voice from Damien which made all three people’s heart jump which included Penny’s.
Noticing the skip of the beat in Penny’s heart, Damien continued to rub Penny’s hair, “Get all the servants
assembled out here. Now. Even the house members.”
The butler didn’t know what had happened but he went to fetch every single last standing servant of Quinn’s
mansion. When he had got all of them gathered, Damien’s family came out walking one by one wondering what happened.
Fleurance was the first one to talk where she asked Damien, “What is the matter, Damien? Asking us to come out
like this so suddenly.” Damien looked at the maids and then his stepmother along with his two sisters. His father
was out to hunt with the Lord of Bonelake.
“Are we hunting something?” asked Grace but her question went unanswered.
Penny who now stood behind Damien looked at the servants, some whose face she had become familiar. Her
eyes drifted across to look at Quinn’s family who looked confused on why they were called. “We have very few
servants. This should be easy.”
“What is going on, Dami?” his sister Maggie asked who had a frown on her face as she noticed both Damien and Penny’s clothes to be wet.
“Someone should explain that to me,” Damien wasn’t in the mood to play around right now. Pushing Penny into
the water which was deep where the girl had no clue on how to swim, he wasn’t happy with how far they had
taken their interest with his pet, “Who stepped into my room?” he asked his eyes searching through the people who stood there.
There was a spike in the heartbeat right before he even asked the question which made it easy to spot the person
on who had done it. For Damien, it would take less than a minute to find out who had done what but the reason
he had everyone gathered outside was to set an example. An example such that no one would ever dare to do something like this again.
His eyes first moved to his family looking at Maggie to his step-mother, which then fell on Grace as she stared
back at him. It then went to look at the maids when he finally stepped forward to pull one of them but Damien
never asked the maid a question nor waited.
Pulling the scared maid, Damien didn’t wait to question or hear from her instead he tore out her head from her
body until it was separated to the point that blood started to ooze out. Red spurts of blood splattered itself on
the ground with the dead maid lying next to Damien.
“Falcon,” Damien called the butler who looked more than stunned with a chill silence surrounding them, “Get this cleaned.”
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 124 – Silence- Part 2
With the maid’s body which now laid on the ground, lifeless and empty with her head torn halfway through wear
it delicately stuck to her body everyone one of them who were around looked stunned and speechless. Death
was something that took place behind the closed doors and most of the houses liked to keep it that way but
Damien had no interest in keeping things subtle. A point had to be done and he was sure it was enough to keep
everyone in check before there was another attempt.
“Damien, why did you kill the maid?” Maggie was the first to ask as she was the only one courageous enough to
question her younger brother and it might have been because Damien was a few years younger to her.
“Didn’t you hear me ask?” came out Damien’s chilled voice which was as empty as the girl who was dead at his feet.
“I did. Servants can get back to their work,” Maggie spoke to the servants who recollected their mind of what
they just saw while hurriedly going inside the mansion from the backside. Once all the servants had dispersed
away with Falcon who had gone to urge the servants in, Maggie looked at Penny who looked shocked.
Anyone would be. The way Damien had killed wasn’t a decent and quick death to execute a person. Instead, it
was nothing short to be considered as cold-blooded murder.
Fleurance gained back her composure and being the eldest vampire here, she asked, “What is the meaning of this, Damien?”
“I would like to ask the same. The maid tried to push Penelope into the water and not everyone is brave enough
to enter my room and do some harm to something that belongs to me,” answered Damien, he took the kerchief
from his pocket and cleaning the little drops of blood that had come to fall on his skin.”
“It doesn’t mean you go killing them right in front of the others. Do you know what is going to happen?” asked
his step-mother who looked at him with a frown.
“That is called a warning. You don’t have to patronize me,” he rolled his eyes, “Nothing none of you haven’t done
before. I am sure we have killed a fair share of people here unless you would want me to shake that rusted
memory of yours,” he said looking down at the dead maid.
“And the reason being your slave? Don’t you think it’s going too far unless you are trying to get too attached to a
girl who is lower than a maid, she’s a slave, Damien. Don’t forget that,” Grace voiced out her opinion looking at
Penny who had the towel wrapped around her shoulders now, “If I didn’t know better I would say you are getting
attached to her.”
A normal vampire, especially from a high standing family would refuse right away about the possible attachment
towards a person who was in the lowest state of their food chain. They would outright deny it without a second
thought as reputation meant everything in the higher society. But Damien never followed the normal standards
of a pureblooded vampire.
“What if I said I did, sister? Do you have a problem with that?”
Grace stared at Damien who was expecting him to deny it but with him agreeing to what she just said, she went
to say, “Are you sure you should be accepting it? To think you’re considering a filthy slave who is being branded?”
“Damien, think before what you speak. Your actions will not only affect you but will also affect us directly or
indirectly. Don’t go spouting things you don’t want by throwing mud on Quinn’s name,” Fleurance said while
having her gaze strict on Damien.
Maggie on the other hand who was listening to them sighed softly. Looking at Penny, she went to where Penny
was and said, “Let me take her in. She’s shivering in cold,” Damien didn’t turn his face but his eyes moved sharply
to look at his elder sister who offered to help.
“That’s alright. I will take her in. I have nothing more to say but one single thing before I go up to my room,” said
Damien looking at the three of them. His sister seemed to not take any offense as she was used to his blunt
words and behavior, “The maids are quite tamed here to pull a stunt like that. No one has ever been brave
enough to do that which only makes me wonder…” he drawled his voice purposefully if any of you tried to
instigate her, “The maids won’t do it and if not for the push by someone.
Which brings us to on me wanting to know which one of you asked the maid to push her from the patio of the
room,” Damien gave a look to every single one of his family member. Penny who had been too shocked with
everything going around where she was shivering in cold due to her wet clothes, looked at Damien after hearing his accusations.
She wasn’t sure if someone had really pushed her but it seemed like it did as Damien had caught the maid but
was killing her the right thing to do? A life for another life without any remorse was hard for her to wrap her head
around. Could what Damien be telling true? That the maid was being instigated by one of the family members?
Penny had done nothing to anyone here. She looked at Grace who stood quietly. Her red eyes staring at Damien
who was looking back at her.
Was it Grace? Asked Penny to herself. Grace and she had got on the wrong foot with each other. Even if Penny
was careful she would still have been in the same situation but wasn’t pushing her off the room taking it too far?
thought Penny to herself.
“Isn’t that going too far?” asked Fleurance who looked at her step-son with annoyance, “It is one thing to say
someone pushed and now that you have killed the maid you suspect the maid’s intention on us. Have you no
“I don’t,” Damien chuckled finally, looking down at the body of the maid and then up to the older vampiress,
“Why do you ask questions for the answers you already know? How silly.”
Lady Maggie wasn’t pleased hearing this either, she went to say, “Mother Fleurance isn’t wrong, Damien.
Suspecting like this isn’t right. If you wanted to find the person on your suspicion you could have asked the girl before ripping her head apart.”
“My…” Damien’s lips pulled up, his lips twisting, “Wasn’t mother just speaking about family and its status? I was
merely upholding it while keeping the family in my best interest. How shameful would it be to drag the person
right in front of the servants? If you haven’t got the memo yet, I hope you do now. Even something happens to
this girl, I will be sure to make it even with the person. Don’t beg me that I didn’t warn you,” he gave the three
vampiresses a look before pushing Penny’s back so that she would start walking.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 125 – Silence- Part 3
The ladies didn’t stay long but stepped back inside the mansion leaving the butler and the dead maid who was
yet to be moved. Falcon crunched his eyebrows together at a doubt that rose in his mind. Didn’t master Damien
go out to the council early in the morning in the carriage? How did he arrive without it? Had his master taken a
The maid who had been killed had her body sprawled on the ground. Lifeless with blood that had come to settle
around her face, drenching the side of her face which touched the ground.
Back inside in the mansion, in the quiet room which belonged to Damien, Penny stood with her hands that
wrapped around her body. She looked at him as he walked to the bathroom. Pulling up the plug of cold water
before plugging it back where he turned the faucet of the tap to allow the hot water to start filling up the bathtub.
Feeling Penny’s gaze on him, Damien placed his hand on the edge of the tub before whipping his head to look at
her. She looked shocked and pale. The color of her cheeks lost with the water she fell into and the cold that had
enveloped her before they reached the mansion.
Pushing himself up, he faced her properly, “Are you scared?” he asked her.
Penny was not sure of what fear he was asking for. Was it because her life was put into danger where someone
wanted to kill her off by calling it an accident? Or was it that he had killed a maid in the blink of an eye?
“I was serious when I said it. You are mine right now and my responsibility. If there is something I don’t like is
when someone tries to damage something which is mine. Don’t be afraid of me,” Penny felt her heart sink and
this time it wasn’t the bad kind of heart sinking. It was as if the last few words he had uttered had tugged her
heart. The way he told, brought down shivers down her spine.
Was she afraid of him though? Penny wasn’t sure about it. He had killed the girl for her sake…
“I survived,” said Penny at the thought of the dead person at the front of the mansion.
“You could have died if I didn’t come on time,” he contradicted.
“People can be reprimanded and changed.”
“If you can do a mistake once, there’s a possibility that you will do it again. A mistake should be rectified right
away else it turns to a malicious act. Better to prevent than wait. Did you want to let her live?” he asked her, his
eyes turning narrow at her. The water continued to flow before Damien leaned back to turn off the faucet which
led to the room to go back to being silent again.
“Killing her like that-”
Damien interrupted her, “You didn’t answer my question. Did you want the person to live after she tried to kill?
Do you want me to remind you of how it feels to drown down there? No air to breathe as you struggle to flap
your hands. The panic of no one to help as you try to hold on to your life to only have it slip through right in front of your consciousness…”
She didn’t forget that feeling. Looking at the water itself brought back the fresh memory of what took less than forty minutes ago.
He walked to where she was, his footsteps padding across the floor with his muddy shoes as he had stepped into the water to get back out where the mud had been slippery.
Penny looked at him walking towards her and she held her breath, “Penelope, you need to understand that
vampires feel emotions double or triple than what humans feel. As cold as we come off to be, where things
matter, we lose our mind and patience. The bond I have placed on you allows me to feel what you feel. Every passing emotion.”
Penny didn’t go to argue with him. In his place he was right and in her place, she wasn’t sure what was right. Men
or women were often sentenced to trails but it seemed that in the vampire world there was direct judgment.
“I haven’t seen anyone being killed like that…” she spoke the truth to him. It wasn’t an instant death but one out
of torture which wasn’t restricted only to the person who was going through but also to people who were
witnessing it. Penny was aware that if it weren’t for Damien she would have been stuck to the bottom of the sea
and she was grateful to him. Right now no matter what the situation, she owed her life to him.
“You will get used to it like many others.”
“I do not belong in this world, Master Damien. I am someone who is not supposed to be here.”
“Where else do you want to be if not here?”
“…” Damien didn’t bat away his eyes from her.
“You might not agree right now but you know it well that this is the only place one day you will feel like you
belong,” he pulled the towel which was wrapped around her shoulders, “Take off your clothes and get into the
tub,” his words didn’t leave a room for argument. While Damien gave her the bathroom by moving away from it,
Penny who was wrapped in her own thoughts didn’t realize what was waiting ahead of her.
Taking off her wet clothes before pulling the white curtain of the bathroom which had no door, she stepped into
the warm water that soothed and her cold skin. Though she had taken a seat in the bathtub, she hadn’t moved
an inch as she stared at the water she was surrounded in. Damien then stepped into the bathroom where he had
pulled away from the wet shirt he had been wearing.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 126 – He has lost his mind- Part 1
Damien had pulled out his shoes which were muddy, keeping them aside in the room to pad back in the bath
where Penny was in the tub now, without any single piece of cloth on her. After all, she had stepped into it with
the intention to take bath and to calm her shivering body which felt absolutely wonderful.
But who knew that Master Damien was going to step inside back into the bath after she had stripped herself
down completely n.a.k.e.d and in the tub.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s nothing new I have not seen,” he said calmly without stopping near her and walking towards one of the many cupboards that were built on the other side of the wall.
With his back facing Penny he rummaged through the things in there leaving Penny red in color. Should she step
out of the bath? she asked herself in panic. This had never happened before therefore Penny had not considered
him stepping in her while she was still n.a.k.e.d. With her body previously which had exposed the upper side of
her body where the water level reached to the upper bosom, she sunk into the water further as if wanting to hide.
But what could clear water hide where the candles were lit. Forgetting for a few seconds that Damien was in the room, she heard him say,
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“I have seen plenty of a number of n.a.k.e.d bodies. More than what an average human can see unless he belongs
to the higher society. You shouldn’t be ashamed of your body,” and when he turned his face, Penny panicked!
“Master Damien, please!” Maybe he was used to seeing n.a.k.e.d men and women but Penny was not used to
showing her n.a.k.e.d self to anyone, “You should know that human females like to keep themselves…hidden,” she
said carefully picking the choice of her words.
She heard him hum in response, “How interesting. The last few times I met the humans of your own s.e.x they
were readily throwing themselves at me.”
“Some can be like that but a lot don’t like it,” she kept her eyes on him where Damien had finally found a box
from the cupboard and he closed it.
“You should know that at the end of everything, the body is only made of flesh and bones and the skin covering
it. If you take bodies to be like that and see it in that light, you won’t feel no embarrassment the way your cheeks
have turned red right now by my presence in this room,” he turned around making her heart skip a couple of
beats and she saw his eyes to be closed, “What a wonderful sound that is,” Penny knew he was talking about her heart.
Gulping softly, she covered her front with both her hands, “Is that how you see everyone, Master Damien?” she
took a quick peek at herself by looking down at her chest where her hands covered her b.r.e.a.s.ts but it wasn’t
enough to cover the swell at the top and the sides which her small hands couldn’t contain. Her legs had pulled
up to cover her bottom in the water, leaving her knees up in the water.
Not having moved from his current position, Damien asked her with his eyes still closed, “Look how?” he questioned her.
“Flesh and bones,” she answered him. While Damien had his eyes closed, Penny didn’t look away from his upper
half of the body. His taut muscles were defined and firm where the back muscles had flexed while he had bee searching for the box. His pant hung loosely on his
“Isn’t that what makes it easier to kill. Imagine this, little mouse, you have a pretty hen that you look at every day.
You feed it but when you are about to cook a chicken and eat. Do you think of it as the same hen you fed? We all
look at it as meat and food,” was master Damien comparing people to food? It shouldn’t have been much of a
surprise as he was a pureblooded vampire who needed blood to survive, “People are nothing but bones. After all,
that is all that remains in the end. But then…”
There was a but? thought Penny in her mind. He started to take steps away from where he was standing to the exit but Penny was in the way.
“Some of us don’t look at it that way. At least not everyone. People whom you care and want to protect, want to
take care of, those people cannot be reduced to bones,” he answered her. Bending down he finally opened his
eyes. The dark red eyes that swirled richly to emphasize his lineage he came from.
Penny didn’t know why but what he said made her feel aware of his presence which was right in front of her.
Though he hadn’t looked at her body and had kept his eyes on hers, she could feel the heat rising up over her
face which was going to steam out if he continued to stay here any longer.
It wasn’t his eyes and his presence that distracted Penny at the moment but the words that rang something
distant at the back of her head, “I feel you’re one of those people who need things to be told without beating the
bush but don’t worry, little mouse. I have no intention of beating around the bush.”
The distant bell in her head got slightly louder while making her feel dizzy as she tried to grasp what he was
speaking of. After getting drenched in the river and now finally sitting in the tub of water, which was water again,
she felt hazy her mind too relaxed.
“Master Damien, can you please step out of the bath. Until I am done at least,” she requested him politely, her
green eyes staring back at his mischevious one which looked amused.
“What if I said no?” he asked her making her frown…
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 127 – He has lost his mind- Part 2
Penny went to speak but Damien beat her to it not allowing her to speak, “Oh, little mouse. Do you know that I
had to rush from my work for you? I haven’t had blood since morning and had to use all my energy to come
here. And this is the thank you I receive from you. How heartless has the world turned to be,” he said with a fake
sadness while trying to make Penny feel guilty about his little sacrifice.
“You should know better than put your health and life before me, master Damien,” she retorted back with a frown
at the thought of what could happen if something had happened to him because of her. She didn’t understand
the severity of how things went after the lack of blood in a vampire but Penny would have never wished for it.
“I will do what I please,” Penny who was about to turn her face away from him felt the bottom of her face being
pulled by Damien who placed his cold lips on her warm ones.
For the first few seconds, Penny was stunned and shocked at his action. Damien had shocked her time after time
but this might have been the most shocking state she was in. Not able to push away as she was covering the
front and not able to stand up as she was utterly n.a.k.e.d in the bath, Penny tried to move away from him. But
like a moth that was attracted to the flame, Damien followed her lead while his hand continued to hold her jaw in
a firm grip. The kiss wasn’t forceful but a gentle one which had surprised her even more.
When he pulled away, she came to confront the smoldering eyes of Damien Quinn who stared at her. He then
licked his lips like he had tasted his favorite dessert which not only looked but also tasted delicious.
Penny’s cheek turned red looking at Damien, “For someone who was ogling me when I had closed my eyes, you
shouldn’t appear that shocked. Look at this shoulder. Where did you hit it?” he asked, his eyes shifting from her
eyes to her bare lean shoulder, “Did you hit somewhere in the water?” he asked her. Her mind was too occupied
with her first kiss being taken away by this scheming vampire that she didn’t realize that her right shoulder was
red and slightly bruised, “Let me finish with this one and I will leave.”
“I can do that!” she said bashfully raising her hand which only got swatted away by him.
“Rubbish,” he said, “The kiss might have not been intimate but it should do for now. If we kiss further I worry you
might pass out,” he said opening the box he had picked up from the cupboard earlier, “Now this might sting a
bit,” and before he even finished his sentence, he had dabbed something on her shoulder making her flinch. Penny didn’t remember hitting any stone underwater.
Internally she wished she could get underwater again to hide her embarrassment. Was he not done playing around with her?
“Master Damien,” she tried to gain his attention with all the courage she had.
“W-why did you kiss me? You have decided that I will die as a spinster,” she said looking worried at him.
Damien tilted his head, a few seconds passed and he then asked, “Why will you turn a spinster? Don’t you want to marry?” this made her narrow her eyes at him.
“You kissing me, how is anyone going to take me as their wife and-” Penny stopped speaking when Damien came close to her again.
This time it was him who had narrowed his eyes at her, “This blockhead mouse,” he muttered under his breath, “You don’t need anyone but me.”
“But, I cannot serve-” he placed his lips to shush her.
“Hush, my squeaky mouse,” Damien had got her quietened right away, “Do you think my intentions have been
only one of a master? If yes, then think again. You have all the time to catch up to where I am,” his finger brushed
over her lips as he said, “Finish your bath quick, darling. We don’t want you catching a fever. I will be out,” he
grinned to finally stand up and walk out of the bathroom leaving the girl wide-eyed.
When Penny was done taking bath, she didn’t step back into the room for several minutes. Not knowing what to do she stood there staring at the walls.
‘Do you think my intentions have been only one of a master?’ his voice spoke at the back of her head. She placed her head on the nearest wall to hear him say,
“The door was locked, which would only mean that one of the family members gave out the key to the maid.
Unless told otherwise, Falcon is the only one who goes in and out of this room,” Penny finally stepped out of the
bath to see Damien who had a bathrobe tied around his body now, “Are you glad that the bond was placed on
you? Else we would have a floating Penny out in the sea,” it appeared that Damien had finally cooled down from his anger.
It was true she was happy with him placing a bond but she was not happy with him kissing her!
“Don’t look upset. You will make me fall for you more.”
Huh? Did water go inside her ear that she had heard it wrong? She stared at him and he stared back with the same vigor.
“What?” she whispered her question with her heartbeat drumming in her ears.
“I said- You will make me fall for you more. How hard is it to understand simple words?” he tutted her casually and he walked by her.
Fall for her? He was joking with her right?
No, it didn’t seem like it, thought Penny to herself. And what if he wasn’t joking? She turned to look back at the bath where she couldn’t see him right now.
Did he mean…Penny’s face turned red for another time at noon while she tried to deny it.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 128 – Ill fate
The mansion stood quiet and still. The hollowness and the emptiness of the corridors where maids didn’t dare to
walk and instead hurried away before their master arrived. In a lone room which was never entered by anyone
but the owner of the mansion himself, a secretive room was attached to it which none knew of.
A girl with tattered clothes sat on the cold ground where many other girls like herself had fallen to their bad
fates. Slaves were often bought for the owner’s own pleasure. A lot of them were bought for s.e.x.u.a.l pleasure,
which was one of the main reasons slaves served their purpose as and it was no secret. Some were gifted to another as a present while very few used the slaves as servants.
The girl had dried streaks of tears on her face. Her legs which she could barely move, she let it rest without
moving an inch from there. On hearing the locks on the other side of the room creak and turn, fear started to
creep into her mind where she had nowhere else to go but stay here with one of her hand and one of her leg
bound to the wall which was connected through the iron chains that looked as if it had started to decay.
In the scare light which was burning in the far corner of the room, the door opened and in came the blonde man who wore a pair of glasses that rested on his face.
“P-please, no no-n. M-master please-please,” she started to quiver in fear while trying to move away from where
she sat but there was nothing but the wall that hindered her from going anymore behind. She could still feel the
pain in between her legs, the front and back of her dress covered in her own blood as the man had entered in
and out of her relentlessly without considering her feelings.
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Robarte smiled at his new slave who looked absolutely endearing as she shook in terror. They all looked lovely
like this. His blonde hair had been combed back as if he had gone out and had only returned back to the mansion a few minutes ago.
Walking to where the slave trembled in the corner, he crouched down. Raising his hand, he touched her head
while she continued to cower, “What is the matter? Did you forget to greet your master?” he asked patting her
head gently but the girl feared as to when the very same hand would hit her.
When Robarte had bought Anne to the mansion, she had been happy or at least had let out a relieved sigh
thinking she was safe. That there would be nothing to worry about after the torturous time she had spent in the
slave establishment. It had taken her three months and twelve days before she was bought to the black market to
be sold. Each and every day had been painful where she had cried over and over again. Seeing the gentleman
who had bought her she had hoped for a better life but it from bad it had turn worse such that she wished she could go back to the slave establishment.
The man in front of her appeared to be kind and a good man which was only a farce. In less than one week of
Anne brought to this mansion, the actions taken on her had traumatized the young girl. Bruises covered her hands, legs, face, neck, and shoulders.
“It looks like you have lost the ability of basic manners and it is time to teach you again,” stated Robarte, putting
his hand in his pocket, he pulled out the key and started to unlock her hand and leg.
“No- no, master! Welcome back home! Welcome b-back home!” she cried but Robarte wasn’t happy about it.
With a small frown, he looked down at her, placing his hand back to pat on her head and she flinched immediately.
The action didn’t go well with Robarte and he pulled the girl’s hair making her cry in pain, “AHH!” she cried as the
man pulled her hair forcefully, “M-master please let me go. I shall behave,” she cried but the pureblooded
vampire was in no mood to listen to her.
“What are you scared of, Anne? I gave you food, a roof as a shelter where no one can hurt you but yet you are
disobeying me. Behaving as if I am a monster. Am I a monster?” he asked to have her shake her head immediately.
“No, master is n-not,” she cried, fresh tears falling on her cheeks which slid down in the darkness of the room
with the only source of light being the dimming lantern which was dying and the door that he had come through
from, “P-please forgive me.”
“Forgive you?” he asked as if confused, “Wha are you asking forgiveness for?” he asked her. When he let go of
her hair, the girl tried to hold in her sob, “WHAT ARE YOU CRYING FOR?” roared the man as if he had changed
into a completely different person. Getting up he started to kick her, one kick after another making the girl yelp
in pain and she tried to go to the corner to save herself. But no corner could save her from this hideous monster.
The walls of the room which was made of stone and hollow with no object to occupy expect for the lantern in the
corner, the shackles that were used to tie the slave and the mat which she sat on resonated back her cries.
“Stop crying, you s.l.u.t!” he kicked her further, “Okay, you want to cry. Okay. Okay,” he said, his voice fell down.
Like it was trying to calm down, he ran his hand through his blonde hair as a single piece of his hair had come to
settle on his forehead.
He sat down again in front of her, crouching forward while touching her face which went to touch her slender
neck that already had bruises of the finger marks, “Do you want to cry more? Cry now,” he said squeezing her
neck. The slave moved her hands and legs, trying to push the person away and his hands but it was of no avail.
The pureblooded vampire was twenty times stronger than her.
Robarte stared into the girl’s eyes that had widened considerably as she flailed her hands. In seconds, the girl’s
body finally fell slack to fall on him. He held the girl in his arms, running his hand over the back of her head as if
the girl was still alive and had only fallen unconscious to sleep, “So quiet and nice,” he whispered to himself with
a smile on his face that looked peaceful.
Stepping out of his room, he met his house servant who came to meet him, “There’s the body of the girl in my room.”
“What would you like to do with her, Sir?” asked the servant who had his head bowed deep.
“Take her out at the time of midnight and throw her in the lake of bones. Make sure no one sees you.”
“Yes, Sir Robarte.”
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 129 – Meeting the black witch- Part 1
Penny stood behind Damien who stood to talk to the butler, Falcon. Giving out orders on what had to be done in
the room as it had not been cleaned or entered for two days now. She had dressed in one of the dresses which
Damien had given her to wear which either belonged to his elder sister or his deceased mother.
With the many days that had passed by where she had finally learned a few things from Lady Maggie who was
spending her time teaching her which was later verified by Damien, the man had finally decided that it was time
for Penelope to meet the black witch who went by the name Bathsheba.
She wasn’t told prior that they would be meeting the lady today and the plans had turned suddenly after one of
Damien’s associates named Kreme came to hand over the parchments which had to be reviewed along with news
which was told informed to the pureblooded vampire.
Both Damien and Penny traveled to the Isle Valley. Penny’s first initial thought was that they were going to head
to the black market but the carriage didn’t stop there until it was pulled a few distances away from the town.
“You can take the carriage back to the mansion. We’ll be using another means of transport back home,” Damien
informed the coachman who bowed his head deeply. Starting the carriage the man left them to stand.
“You don’t mind walking do you?” he asked her, his eyes sweeping across the grounds that had fewer buildings
and more trees. The more a person moved away from the Isle Valley, the lesser the population was found turning
the place more secluded and away from the high society who often visited the town to purchase things for either themselves or for another person.
When they stepped in where there were little houses, Penny whispered to ask him, “I thought no black witches live amongst the humans.”
“You would be surprised to find how many of them actually reside. Most are bad that kill and kidnap as they
don’t stay too long in the populated places where humans and vampires reside,” answered Damien, his footsteps
firm on the muddy ground, “Not many like to stay with the humans. After all, humans are as troublesome as the
black witches. The only ones who stay are the white witches who often get caught and killed.”
“The council don’t question them?”
“There is no harm if no one knows about it. A secret is a secret unless you go saying it to others which reaches
the ears of the murders who believe they are the justice,” Penny had seen the witch in the council but to go meet
and speak to a black witch, she wondered how the woman would be. They continued to walk with some people
who passed by as they continued to walk until the edge and corner where the forest started, “There are some
rare cases where some of the witches want to live like any other person. A life some crave by the pure envy of
what they can’t do. But then it doesn’t mean we stop being wary of them. Their initial natures never die which is
why people like me keep eyes and ears on them. Being the mediators while wading the higher-ups who are nosey whilst keeping the outcast people safe in here.”
Penny nodded her head somewhat understanding what he meant.
“Bathsheba is like many other black witches. Out of mind and state where you might find her strange. Don’t be
shocked when you see her. She doesn’t like it and will know.”
“What do you mean?” she asked him not understanding what he said. Weren’t all black witches strange to see?
With what she had seen black witches’ complexion was ridiculously dark and it wasn’t their skin tone but the very
appearance that looked like the skin of a reptile which was scaly in nature and coarse.
“You will see when you meet her. Do you see a difference in here, Penny?” he changed the subject, his head nudging towards the people.
“They are less hostile.”
“I find you absolutely appealing when you catch on to things without me having to explain to you,” Penny didn’t
bring out the reaction upon her face knowing how much Damien enjoyed poking fun at her. Though internally
the heat and blood had started to flow, creeping up to her neck she resisted the urge of him throwing her off again with his sudden confessions.
Since the day she had fallen deep into the sea from his room, Damien had shown no mercy when it came to
showering her or rather attacking her with one line after another as if it were nothing. But she knew the weight
his words carried.
“I don’t compliment everyone, you should take it with pride,” he continued to say before going back to the topic
he was speaking about, “The council has been trying to work for years on bringing the humans and vampires
under one roof. And this is one of the very few successfully towns which has both vampires and humans living
together without much conflict.”
“Must be an achievement.”
“Indeed but only one who lives knows what goes behind the walls and perimeter of this place. One should know
to look beyond what is seen through the n.a.k.e.d eye. Haven’t you heard the saying- Not everything that glitters is gold.
“Which means it isn’t harmonious as it looks?”
“Why don’t you find out yourself. You will be visiting this place many times from now, Bathsheba being the only
point of contact witch unless she gets staked and roasted in the fire.”
When a man passed them as he pulled the sheep that wasn’t willing to come along with him, she asked, “Why are
we going to the white witches?”
“Because they are placed under the surveillance of the magistrates and the guards who roam around are under
the control of the council who aren’t exactly welcoming with the word of witch being mentioned.”
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 130 – Meeting the black witch- Part 2
The house that the black witch lived appeared to look like any other house in the area. The walls of it painted
white which had faded to form cream in color due to the continuous rain and the atmosphere change. If looked
closer one could tell that it was one of the most decent looking houses here.
With no people seen on this side, Damien and Penny came to stand at the front of the door. Raising his hand, he
knocked on the door once before dropping his hand down to his side. The door didn’t open which gave Penny
the time to look at the small potted plants that looked as if it had been dug only in the morning to loosen the
soil in it. Looking at the window, Penny noticed the curtains that covered the inside of the house.
When the door finally opened, it didn’t open completely until the person in the dark caught sight of Damien out
the doorstep of the house. The door opened without the person coming out in the light. Damien didn’t utter a
word but stepped inside the house. Penny stared at the darkness inside before following Damien’s footsteps to
hear whoever the person had let them in speak,
“This one trusts you blindly.”
“You think?” asked Damien mindlessly.
“Do you not trust Damien, witcher?” asked the female voice in the darkness of the room which was invited further
when the door was closed shut as if leaving the outside world.
With a lot of light that was outside and with the cut of light, Penny took some time to adjust her eyes to the
darkness to notice the room was not actually dark but had a lantern burning at the edge of the table whilst the
curtains continued to be closed. Penny could see the outline of the person who picked up the lantern to turn
around to bring it face to face in front of her and Penny.
Penny now understood what Damien meant earlier on not to stare at the Bathsheba. Half of her face was
disfigured while the other half appeared to look beautiful. It was as if the face had melted out under the constant
fire which was left beyond repair. She quickly lowered her eyes to not cause any offense to the black witch. If it
weren’t for the other half face no one would ever doubt her to be a black witch.
Feeling Bathsheba’s eyes which were pale grey in color, Penny raised her eyes to look back at the black witch as if
she were waiting for her to speak, “He’s not done anything to harm me.”
“Of course,” when the woman smiled Penny couldn’t stop herself from being mesmerized by the person. Even
with a disfigured face the woman still managed to look charming with a small smile which she offered. This must
be a black witch’s ability to please people, “Come sit in here.”
The house as much as it looked clean and neat outside, it was the opposite inside. It was an utter mess that made
Penny itch to clean the room that she was in, “Still brewing your pot I see,” Damien murmured who didn’t hold
back to look at things the black witch was up to.
“That is the most I can do for myself. It is hard to step outside with worthless men trying to woe me for marriage
and women being jealous of what I am. It makes me wonder how much of their responses would still be the
same if I wear to let them see the other half of my face,” the black witch, her response causing a chuckle from
Damien who responded with,
“I won’t come to your funeral if that were to happen.”
“How melancholic. Vampires never come to a witch’s funeral not even if they are in love. It is a true fac,” the last line spoken to Penny.
“You don’t have to worry about that. Penelope won’t die. At least not under my supervision,” Damien chipped in
before plopping himself by removing the clothes that were on the chair, “Did you get whatever you needed for
your ritual?” he asked the black witch.
“Luckily I got everything set last night. Things you sent through your man was quite useful,” answered the black
witch before going to say, “Though I have to say that he makes me want to boil the pot for him,” Penny who was
trying to follow what black witch meant heard Damien respond with,
“Spare him. If it is people that you crave I have some very enticing looking men and women I am sure you would like to cook for your meal,” hearing this Penny couldn’t her eyes from going wide.
She had heard about black witches eating people but she had taken it to be like any other exaggerated rumor of
the village she grew up in. To think that this person ate people she couldn’t help but be wary and Damien had
brought here. But then what other choices did they have? With the current circ.u.mstances of the white witches
that were looked upon, she would only be another scapegoat of the council where it would be impossible to
move. To be under the eye of the government was something she wasn’t looking forward to.
After the little education she had received while also reading the books and trying to understand them which
were stacked in Damien’s room, she could tell that she didn’t want to be part of it. There were some details that
Penny had found it to be shady.
“Penelope. Sit down here,” said Bathsheba pulling out the chair for Penny to sit. Clutching her hands together,
Penny walked forward and took a seat at the table. Once she had seated herself, she glanced towards Damien
who was looking at Bathsheba with his eyes not blinking away even for a moment. As if feeling her eyes, his gaze
snapped to look at her where he gave her a smile.
“Bathsheba won’t lay a finger on you,” he said sensing her stressed nerves. Penny wished there were times when
Damien wasn’t this straightforward and would learn to keep a few things to himself without exposing her to the other person.