Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 131 – Meeting the black witch- Part 3
Bathsheba looked at Penny who didn’t rake offense with what Damien just said. The woman pushed the clothes
away from the other side of the chair. Both of them sharing a small table as they faced each other, “I won’t eat you, witcher. Tell me why have you come here.”
Penny parted her lips as she caught the woman pulling out the cloth where a crystal ball laid beneath it. The ball
was made of glass which looked grey and dull in appearance, “I was told you are the person who could help me understand what I am and what to do with it.”
Bathsheba hummed in response, sinking in the words of Penny as she tried to weigh it in her mind, “I am only a
black witch and my help can go only a certain direction before it stops because the ways of a white witch and black witch are two different paths. Do you understand that girl?” asked the person.
“I will take the help and assistance you can provide me,” answered Penny truthfully. For someone who didn’t
know where and what to look for, Penny was trying to hold on to something that would lead her to her lineage,
“What is the crystal for?” she asked curiously looking at the crystal ball which Bathsheba held in her hands.
“This is a crystal of answers. It is made of things that one cannot receive morally. Some deaths are required to
obtain. Substances an average man would never look for, with the brewing smoke that lifts itself up in the lake of bones, it has those properties inside it. Do you know what the lake of bones consists of?”
“Penelope isn’t aware of the lake,” interrupted Damien for the black witch to not respond back but to say, “Place
your hands on the crystal. Both of them,” Bathsheba picked up an unlit candle that laid on the table. Holding it
one of her hand she searched for the box of match sticks before lightning it and letting it stand. The woman
started to murmur things under her breath which sounded incoherent in Penny’s ears even though she sat right in front of her whilst sharing the same table.
Soon the crystal started to glow as if it had started to come to life with the smoke inside it swirling slowly.
The change inside the crystal reminded her of the time where she had held one of the tubes which Damien had received and had to be sent to the council for testing.
“Ask me questions and I will try answering them,” spoke the black witch. When Penny raised her eyes up from the
ball to the white witch she found herself looking at the void blackness in the black witch’s eyes. The wind around
them which was not there started to move where Penny could feel the breeze passing around them.
“Am I a white witch?” asked Penny wanting to confirm the information which was told by Damien.
“Undoubtedly,” came the answer from Bathsheba, “Penelope, you should be careful with where you go and what
you speak. To avoid bringing attention to yourself. You might be doing it already where you are under Damien’s protection but there is something not many are aware of.”
Penny’s eyebrows furrowed together wondering what it was. Her hands were still positioned on the crystal ball that went to turn the smoke from gray to bluish-gray.
“It was one thing when you were ignorant about you being a white witch but now things have changed. A cat will
think if it closes its eyes it will be safe but no one is a cat here,” Penny didn’t understand what the black witch was
trying to say to her, “You were safe until you thought that you were a normal person. Someone who belonged to
the lower society but with knowledge comes the revelation which gradually starts showing in the appearance.
One of the lacking characteristics when it comes to the white and black witches are that the black witches can identify both their sisters.”
“Yes, the black and the white witches are sisters somewhere up the line though now they don’t get along. Unlike
the black witches, white witches can’t identify by the looks of who is their fellow sisters which is where they fall under a major disadvantage.”
Damien piped in to say, “A lot of white witches are killed not because they lack in keeping themselves safe but it
is because when suspicion falls under a certain black witch living in the same village, they often set the white witches up who take the fall before the black witches escape from there.”
So that was what happened. Penny looked at Bathsheba who stared at the crystal, “What is the next thing you
would like to know? Is it your father?” the woman asked surprising her on how she had guessed it, “Sometimes
life is all about being intuitive around and you people who walk by you. Haven’t you noticed what your master
has been doing? He has mastered the art of intuition to the point that people worry to be seen by him at the fear that he might read every little detail of the person which includes their history.”
Penny’s eyes met Damien’s who looked back at her. There had been many times in the past that made her doubt
the ability he had spoken of before. Apart from transporting from one place to another, the man had himself said
he had abilities and not ability which had made her often wonder if he could read her mind. Looked like that was not what it was but his pure intuition and observing skills he had been putting underuse.
“Not many allow themselves to make use of their bodies because a lot are unaware of it. It is very few people in
the population who can do it,” said Bathsheba before continuing to ask Penny, “Would you like to know about your father’s whereabouts…?”
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 132 – Meeting the black witch- Part 4
She would finally get to know about her father?
All these years, her mother and her had no clue about where he was and now that the opportunity of knowing where he was, knocked on her door. Penny didn’t wait to seize it.
“Yes, please. If it is possible,” she added, tightening her grip on the crystal ball, making sure not squeezing it too
hard, just in case she ends up breaking. The previous time she had held the tube, the tube had shattered by itself.
Seconds started to pass by with the candle flickering every now and then with the black witch’s words that went
on under her breath, Penny sat with her heart beginning to beat nervously. After some time, the woman pulled her hand away from where she had been holding the crystal with her open palm,
“I am not able to find him. I will need something which is of his,” on hearing this Penny shook her head in disappointment.
“I don’t think there’s anything I have with me that belongs to him.”
“You do,” the black witch smiled, the only good eye on her face crinkled, “The blood that runs in your veins is your father’s. He is definitely a white witch.”
Penny was surprised that Bathsheba thought that her father was a white witch, “How can you assume that?”
“That is how the offsprings of the white and black works. It is usually the white that prevails while leaving the
inheritance of the black witch behind. I will need your hand. I don’t think you would mind, do you?” Penny who
was about to respond, saw the woman turn to look at Damien who was sitting crossed leg staring at them.
Was the black witch asking him because she was his slave?
“It is her wish,” with a simple reply Bathsheba raised her hand as if already knowing that Penny would give her
hand willingly. Penny placed her hand on the black witch’s hand who didn’t wait but ran one of her sharp nails on
her palm making Penny wince with the tear of her skin. Blood started to ooze out of her hand. The woman turned
around her hand to let the blood fall on her own before she took the drops towards the candle and let the blood
drop fall right at the flame which touched the flame to only disappear in thin air without wetting the tip of the candle.
More muttering took place until the crystal ball started to turn dark with the sizzle of the candle before the candle stilled itself.
“He is dead,” Bathsheba didn’t sugarcoat the words and delivered the news as it was. Penny felt her heart sink.
She knew it. Somewhere deep down in her heart, Penny knew that her father had died a long time ago. Else why
would a man leave his wife and daughter stranded to be all alone in this world, which was nothing but cruel to
them? Tears formed in her eyes, the darkness and the light coming from the candle and the lantern making her
eyes sparkle like gemstones but she didn’t allow herself to cry. Blinking back the tears so that it would dry by themselves she took a subtle deep breath.
“Is there a way to know as to how he died? What caused his death?” her voice shook as she asked this.
Damien who was sitting through the entire session looked at Penny, listening to her heart shudder at the thought
of what might have happened to her father. She didn’t even get to spend time with the man yet he could feel her despair.
“Yes, but I don’t have all the items that are used to create the ritual. It would take more than blood from you which-”
Damien interrupted Bathsheba from continuing any further by saying, “That won’t be necessary. The black market
is having a parade next week. We aren’t in a hurry where you will have to use a substitute. I am sure Penny can wait until then,” he said looking at Penny.
Penny looked at him with her furrowed brows. Truthfully she wanted to know about her father right now. When
Penny had been small as she grew up, she never got to know what it felt like to have a father to protect his family
and love his child. While others looked up at their fathers, she had none but her mother who was trying to keep
her safe but life had never been easy. Being bullied by the children and having her things stolen was one of the
most common things when she was a young girl. She wanted to know what happened to him. Was he killed by a vampire? Or was it the witches?
Damien looked at the black witch sharply. Black witches often didn’t get everything to perform the ritual which was when they picked the shortcut by using sacrifices that went from animal sacrifices to humans.
As Penny tried to console herself, she felt a hand on her shoulder which was none other than Damien’s when Bathsheba said, “Would you like to know about your mother?”
Her mother had died out of illness. Penny didn’t see the point of hearing something she had witnessed and gone
through next to her mother’s death bed, “Her mother passed away a few months ago,” Damien filled the black witch who tilted her head with a frown.
“Died?” the black witch asked, her voice coming out to be one of disbelief, “What do you mean?” she asked not able to grasp what was told.
Penny took a few seconds to gather her thoughts over her parents before letting the black witch know, “My
mother fell ill seven to eight months ago. She caught an illness,” and even though there was a doctor in the very
village, the man had refused to come to see her mother which had broken her heart making her feel helpless. By
the time she had managed to catch hold of another doctor from the neighboring village, it had been too late and her mother had died after a week of the doctor’s visit.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 133 – Agreement – Part 1
Bathsheba stared at the white witch who told the way her mother had died. The black witch had been living in
the vicinity for twelve years now, keeping herself low while also mingling with people for small talks without
spending much time outside. Due to her disfigured face, the woman usually kept one side of her face hidden which had melted twelve years ago, caused by one of her fellow sisters.
The black witch had turned out to be the odd duck out of the whole lot where she didn’t want to take part in the
grand plan of taking over the lands and the races of this world. After the refusal, one of her sisters had thrown
the potion which was being made that had left half of her face melted which was why she stepped out of her
house only after covering her face. There were times where she had to use the spells to leave a few of them who had seen her perfectly normal face, which in reality was only a mirage of a truthful lie.
None of the villages took an outsider, as the outsiders were often the ones to bring ill will, who came in the
disguise of being humans when they were actually witches. Keeping low in the village wasn’t helpful as those
were the people who were often targeted by the village or town folk. If one had to live with humans, they had to learn the ways of the human to avoid any suspicion.
After she had left her sisters behind which hadn’t gone well, she had started to live here but men were often
attracted to her camouflaged body and the way she appeared which people found to be enticing.
She had come across many white witches and if needed she could set them up but the black witch often set only
her other closer sisters who were the black witches.
She looked at Penny who iterated about her dead mother which was very confusing, “Are you talking about the other mother of yours?”
“What?” Penny frowned at what Bathsheba had to say. Another mother? She had only one mother unless the
woman whom she had known all these years was not her mother but someone else, “I don’t understand. Could you please explain?”
“You said your mother passed away due to illness. Did you see her die?” asked the black witch that turned Penny’s heart to be unsettled now.
“I have known only one mother for a very long time. She’s the one who brought me up since I was a little girl. She
died right in front of my eyes because of the illness and I saw her die,” answered Penelope, giving the needed insight to clear the doubt this black witch had at the moment.
Damien who was listening to them spoke to Bathsheba, “What makes you think Penelope has had two mothers?” he questioned, his own curiosity piquing up.
Bathsheba let go of Penny’s hand which she had picked and left to only pick it up again to make sure her
readings were right, “The blood that I drew from her was to locate her family. It is one of the easiest methods as
they are related by blood. Then with her, having spent years, there should be a relationship that has not taken
place. Sometimes attachment is enough which serves the purpose of the indirect relationship that is formed.
The problem here is that I do not find another relation apart from this one lady who must be here mother that is if the woman who Penny claimed to have fallen ill was the very same person.”
“And you’re saying she’s alive?” asked Damien while Penny was still trying to reel in what the black witch just said to her.
“That can’t be possible,” Penny said staring at the crystal ball which was swirling back and forth with the smokey
grey and blue inside it. Damien took hold of her hand which had been pierced to place his handkerchief on it,
letting her fingers curl around the little cloth, “Thank you,” she murmured at Damien’s gesture to say, “You just
said that my father who never returned back to us was dead but the mother I know who knew him has passed away. I saw her buried and if I were an adopted child I would have known.”
“Then it is possible that your mother that you so speak fondly of is still alive.” The black witch looked confident with what she to relay to Penelope.
“That is not possible.”
“Why don’t you go check?” Bathsheba smiled as if the little confusion fed her as entertainment right now.
‘Check?’ Thought Penny to herself.
There was only one way to know if what this witch was saying was true or she was only swindling lies for her
amus.e.m.e.nt, which right now she doubted was the reason. She had seen her mother suffer with every day that
had passed by in the number of painful hours and the lack of help that people refused to give them. She had
seen the pain, her mother’s cough keeping her up as she spouted to blood through her mouth. In the end, she
had seen her beloved mother be descended down the ground that had been buried for her before the headstone was placed.
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With Penny’s mood that had soured while also having hope which was confusing to think that her mother was alive, she couldn’t stop thinking of wondering to herself what was going on.
Damien looked at Penny and then said, “Now that you both have met each other. Do you think you can help her, Bathsheba?”
“Help lies where help is needed. If the girl is willing to trust in my ability I am in for it. What do you think, white witch?” asked the woman.
Even though this black witch might have not set up the white witches to their deaths, Penny could somewhere feel the resistance that came from the woman at what she was…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 134 – Agreement – Part 2
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“I don’t mind,” answered Penelope for Damien to clap his hands together.
“That is lovely. Penny will come here from tomorrow and if needed I can set up a place for both of you to meet so
that her presence doesn’t draw any attention. Have you sensed any black witch other than yourself pass by here?”
Bathsheba looked at her door, “There are many who pass by with the black market next to this village but no one
dares to stay. And on another note, councilman Damien. You should know that there have been deaths. The
recent one being taken place five days ago,” the black witch smiled, and the human tongue which she had posed
until now turned to a hiss as the snake-like tongue came out of her mouth before sliding back in.
Stepping out of the house from the back door, Damien took Penny inside the forest where Penny’s feet walked
quite fast than his own. She appeared to be in deep thought who hadn’t spoken a word after leaving the house
of the black witch which had been close to twenty minutes ago. Damien didn’t mind walking but Penny was walking aimlessly whilst not knowing the direction of where to walk.
Damien himself was surprised to hear that Penelope’s mother was still alive unless the woman who had been
buried was never her mother and there was some fault in Bathsheba’s reading. How strange, thought Damien to himself. The girl was warped with mysteries which she herself wasn’t aware of.
“You are walking in the wrong direction, mouse. Go farther away and you will step into the wilder part of the
forest,” Penny upon hearing this stopped immediately, her trans like self broken at Damien’s voice.
“I am sorry,” she apologized for not realizing it until he pointed it out to her.
“I didn’t notice it.”
“You didn’t,” agreed Damien before his eyes swept from looking at her to the forest they had stepped in farther
than away, “Do you want to go see your mother?” he asked knowing if he confirmed it herself she would feel much more at ease than feel agitated as she felt right now.
“Do you think it is possible that my mother whom I thought to be my own was never my actual mother who gave birth to me? And that the woman who gave birth to me is still alive?” asked Penny with a worrisome face.
“Various theories can be pulled from it, Penelope. But until and unless you don’t see it yourself, you might not be able to find the truth on what you want to hear that is if you are ready.”
Some of the crows that had perched up in the tall lush trees cawed together which sounded distant from where
they stood. With the clouds that had gone to cover the sky again and the leaves that were spread out wide
turned the forest dark and cozy, “The villagers won’t speak about it or might not even know. So far as I remember
and you should know it too that my mother and I were unwelcomed after my father left us,” she looked down at her hand where she had been clutching on to Damien’s kerchief that had blood inked in it.
“And your answer was that it was because the villagers shunned your family at the possible thought that your
father had run away with another woman. But now that we know that it isn’t true and that he has passed away, there should be something else we can find. What about the magistrate?”
Penny shook her head, “He is a newly appointed magistrate. The previous magistrate was found hanging on the tree with a noose around his neck.”
“The village you grew up in sounds very much interesting with every passing time of when it is brought up for
discussion. I have a proposal if you don’t mind,” seeing Penny continue to hear in silence, the Damien continued, “Let’s get a bone from your deceased mother.”
“How would that help?” she asked.
“Bathsheba is more than a capable black witch. And the only handy one where you can find your answers,” that
was true thought Penny in her mind. It wasn’t that she minded the idea but it seemed odd and who dug graves
all over again unless it was moved to another cemetery which was a very rare occurrence as the villagers often
preferred to keep everything in one place, “If we get a bone, we can prove to see if the woman was your actual mother as she has posed all these years or if there is something more to the story which we aren’t aware of.”
“Okay,” she agreed willing to try it, “When do we do it?” the villagers wouldn’t be happy if they found someone
digging the already dead people from the ground. It would only cause another rift that could end up under the light of the magistrate or other higher-ups which they didn’t want right now.
“If I am not wrong, the village is having a festivity of carnival that has been up for two days now. We can go there at the time of night when it is over and everyone is asleep.”
The carnival in the village extended for two more days before the things that had been put up were being pulled
down so that the people could move to the next village to attract people to earn money and continue their
livelihood. It was the time of night where Penny sat in the room waiting for Damien who had gone down to be with his family as his father had requested for his presence with the rest of the family members.
When he finally returned back, Penny looked up at Damien like an actual pet who had been waiting for its master’s arrival. Curious Penny asked, “Everything went well?”
“Yes. He said walking to the bathroom to come out of there after a few seconds, “Why do you ask? It is
something my father does every month. To have a family meeting to make sure we all are getting along well with
each other and to know if there’s anything that the family needs to know. Nothing too big. Are you ready?” he asked to find Penny quickly jump from the bed and stand in front of him.
Damien who wore his coat pulled another one to hand it over to her, “Wear this one,” he said while going to his
door to lock it with the bolts which were built on the wall and the doors. Once it was secure, he came back to her where she wore the coat he had given her.
The clock on the wall of the room hooted with the owl that came out with every move of the pendulum, “Grab
my hand,” and she placed her hand. In a second, the cold wind rushed through her while she felt like ice due to
the time they had stepped out to finally be back near her village standing behind a couple of trees. Crickets
chirped behind the bushes and in the grasses that surrounded them. As expected, there was no one sight as everyone had gone to sleep with the time that had moved to the next day.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 135 – The body- Part 1
Penny and Damien walked under the starless sky where the clouds grumbled and lightning sparks tried to escape
every time the clouds clashed against each other. There was a possibility of heavy rain with the way it looked
right now but the two people walked towards the cemetery which was surrounded by low barbed wire which was curled around the wooden post to hold them still.
Stepping inside the cemetery, Penny followed Damien while looking left and right to make sure no one saw them
. It was highly unlikely that anyone would find them as it was quite late in the night right now with the tower bell which had rung an hour ago when the clock struck twelve at night.
“Is this the one?” asked Damien who previously not stepped inside and had stayed out the last Penny had come
to visit her mother.
“Yes,” Penny breathed out the answer looking at the headstone and the name that was etched on the stone shabbily.
With no one who was going to help them, Penny and Damien would have to do the digging to avoid bringing a
third person to pull out suspicion. The time right was such that suspicion ran high amongst the people who were
quick to jump to conclusions and cause a riot. Walking to the hut which was built on the far corner, Damien
brought out two shovels with him. Handing one to her and keeping one for himself both of them started to dig the grave.
Digging the mud out and the grave was not easy in Penny’s opinion. It took more than an hour where they had
to remove the mud one after another before little droplets of water started to hit the top of their heads which fell from the sky.
The drizzle started to slow by the time they had almost removed most of the mud but the weather had its own
plans. Not waiting for the two people in the cemetery, the rain started to fall as thunder growled shaking the
week windows of the houses that resided in the village. Reaching the hollow box that stopped from going any further both Penny and Damien looked at each other.
“Let’s move you up,” Damien suggested over the rain.
Pushing Penny up to stand on the higher ground as the rain continued wetting the ground further along with the
mud they had just dugout. Penny who stood up and above looked down at Damien who pulled out the top of
the coffin. Once the lid was opened and pushed away from the bottom part of the wooden coffin, Penny stared
at the coffin with her eyes taking in what was in there. Searching for the person who wasn’t there as the coffin
was bare and empty. The raindrops had wet her hair, letting the hair stick to her face and her neck. Water
droplets moved from the top of her head to trail down one after another before it left her face to fall on the ground.
Finding the empty coffin, Damien looked up at Penny to see the confusion and shock on her face. Had she perhaps got the wrong coffin?
“She’s not here,” whispered Penny over the sound of the rain and thunder which tried to drown her voice.
She went to the headstone which had been moved, reading through her mother’s name ‘Shiela Ivory’.
This was definitely her mother’s headstone and it was supposed to be her mother’s coffin but where was her mother?
Feeling Penny’s panic, Damien sat down to touch the bottom of the coffin box which had looked clean until the
rain came along to pull the mud, invading the coffin box. When Damien had opened the coffin box, he had
noticed how clean it looked. Like a fresh coffin box. The normal wood which was used by the lower class of
humans wasn’t made of good quality which often dulled, leaving a mark of the body that would have started to decay within it.
How many months had Penny told since her mother had passed away? Six to seven months? But that would have
been before she was brought to her relative’s house. That should have been more than enough time for the body
to start corroding to leave a mark along with the decayed smell of the body. But right now, there was neither the scent of decay nor was there a mark on the coffin.
There was no question of moving, thought Damien looking back at Penny who had her back against him as she must have gone to look at the name of the headstone.
How strange though. To have a grave being used without a body in here. The first suspicion would go to the
people who belonged to the villagers who were hostile to her and her mother. It could have been possible that
the people would have tried to remove the person as they would have felt that people who they didn’t agree
with had no place in and around the village but if it really were true…they would have never kept the headstone
either. Which was why it didn’t make sense of what must have happened. Why would one keep an unused space
of grave for any reason which in turn went to point what Bathsheba said. His eyes narrowed at the conclusions
his mind drew out.
With one punch towards the coffin, he pulled the broken piece in his hand. He believed there was something that could be used from here, the coffin.
Having inspected the coffin which was now getting filled up with rainwater as the force it came down in was getting more, he stood up and jumped out of the grave.
“She was supposed to be there…” came Penny’s voice, her eyes filling up with water that went unnoticed due to
the rain that had wet her face, “I saw her being buried. What happened?” asked Penny. How long had the grave
been empty that she had been visiting her mother’s grave now to only find out that her mother’s body was not here anymore?
Young Master Damien’s Chapter 136 – The body- Part 2
More rain continued to fall on the lands of the Bonelake. Washing the silt and dirt that had come up to be
pushed to the lower surface. After they were done pushing the mud back in place while keeping the grave back in its position, Damien held her hand to go back to the mansion in a blink of an eye.
Penny stared blankly at the wall, “Master Damien,” she finally looked up to meet his eyes. It seemed that he knew something that she wasn’t aware of.
Damien let out a loud sigh. The sigh coming out to be a bit frustrated. He ran his hand over his hair which ha
fallen flat on his forehead to only push it back, “Bathsheba was right,” he replied to her questioning eyes that had
turned greener than the rest of the time over her pale skin. Water droplets still covered her face that stood still,
“I don’t think you have two mothers. The mother who you have known all these years, whom you saw being buried is not dead.”
Penny smiled at him. Her smile wavering in doubt, “How can a person be alive after being dead. The human lives
don’t work that day,” she stated. What he was saying didn’t make sense but with the proof of an empty coffin, there was the truth that she saw that she was trying hard to accept.
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“I would have told it was the villagers but no one ever leaves an empty coffin. It is in the law of space that has
been placed by the council to utilize and not make a mockery of the dead. If one were to even move the person
from one coffin to another, you cannot leave an empty one there. It is the magistrate’s responsibility to remove i
and I doubt that the current magistrate who was looking forward to s.e.x.u.a.l favors from you would have
touched the body at all. The person would instead continue to keep the body so that he has a way to get back in
contact with you. To be able to see you again and bring back the same intentions which he has harbored by the thought of you.”
Penny shook her head. She saw her mother suffer. If she wasn’t by her side looking after her mother, maybe…
maybe she would have considered it but this felt unreal. She had touched her mother’s body which had left its soul. With no movement where she laid in the coffin.
Damien then continued to say, “A humans mindset is such that if they hate something, they will make sure to
eradicate it but with the law hanging in place, no one would take the trouble to dig up the grave and remove the
body,” he walked towards the fireplace, pushing the logs to start the fire, “The coffin which was there, it has been
unused. The body starts decaying soon once it is dead. Bringing not only a foul smell but also leaving its moss
that comes from the body on the surface of the coffin. There are two conclusions that can be drawn here. One
that someone stole the body the same day the body was dug up and put in the grave. Two, the person who was supposed to be in the coffin is not dead but alive which was what Bathsheba said.”
Damien was right with the second option being the more plausible one. How else would Bathsheba tell that her mother was alive? Why and how came the questions in Penny’s mind.
Penny was in loss of words.
How did her mother come back to life?
She looked at the fireplace which crackled with fire, sparks of the woods flying softly in its own cage,
“It was good,” it always had been. After all, there was no one else Penny had been close to. When others around
her had shunned her, refused to talk or look at her, her mother had given her all the time she could even
during the heavy working days. “It was a peaceful atmosphere when she was around. She was my friend, father and everything a person a little girl would want from her mother.”
“Explain a little more on this illness that she caught. What were the symptoms that you noticed in her?” Damien
didn’t often go looking up for the symptoms when someone told them they were sick but with the body missing and her mother who could be out and alive, there was no telling what was going on here.
Recollecting it, Penny said, “There was discoloration on her skin. As in my mother had a very pale complexion but
her lips turned dry and dark, dark circles around her eyes which showed she was exhausted. She fell sick as if she
had caught a cold. Though it wasn’t the time of Winter, her body couldn’t hold on to the weather and as the end of the days approached she coughed blood.”
“Hmm,” Damien hummed taking in what she said, “How did you make the doctor agree to come to visit your mother?”
“He was an acquaintance of my mother. I did go to find him earlier before he arrived but he wasn’t there.
He was out on errands every time I went to go see him. At least that is what the sign on his board said,” she replied back with a frown.
“Do you think he still lives there?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“Because it is highly likely that if your mother has disappeared from the coffin, the man should not be there too.
For your mother to recommend and for the man to arrive only at her ending time, don’t you think something is
off there? You wouldn’t have suspected it before but with what has occurred we can find out by going there the first thing in the morning tomorrow.”
Penny didn’t understand why her mother had not reached out to her if she was alive. Wasn’t it the first thing one did if they were to come alive? To meet their loved ones but right now her mother had not let her know. She had stayed with her uncle and aunt for months yet she had not let a single doubt of her existence reach her.
The question was why?
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The rain continued to pour down dulling every other sound the atmosphere had to offer. The silence didn
soothe her mind and instead, it only gave out the room for her thoughts that bombarded with questions that had no answers.
Her mother was alive but not once had she come in contact with her. Was there a reason and explanation of what
happened or how it happened? All this while she had visited her mother with sadness in her heart but with every
minute that passed by, Penny found it hard to fathom down the fact that the person wasn’t dead but alive.
She turned around from facing her back to Damien to look at the mirror where Damien had been looking right at her.
“Unable to sleep?” he asked her before turning his body to the side to look at her directly instead of using the
mirror on the ceiling of the bed. Both of them had drenched in the rain to change their clothes to a fresher dry one with their hair in the process of drying.
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“Is it possible to return from the dead?” it was something that was biting the back of her mind.
Damien didn’t answer right away. After a thunder growled in the sky, he said, “There have been readings
, inscriptions on how people can be brought back from the dead but they all come from the unorthodox ways of
the black and white witches. One might think that the white witch doesn’t hold such power but they actually do
only that they are aware that it isn’t healthy to make use of it. Every action which goes against the universal nature comes back twice with the reaction one can far be able to resist.”
“But my mother was a human,” she frowned. Was there someone who had brought her back to life after her death?
“Did she have the same green eyes as you?” he asked her to see her shake her head.
“They were brown in color. Human-like.”
“When did you visit her grave after her death or being buried?” questioned Damien, “You moved the very day
with your relatives,” Penny nodded to the question he asked. Now that she thought about it, it was strange that
her relatives who never came to see what condition her mother and her were in had come on hearing the death of her mother. Relatives had later started to come like a proof of witness.
“It was five days later I went to see her again. The pain was too much to let go of her who had been with me all
these years,” she said, thinking about the time of how much she had cried sitting at the grave but it had been a
very short visit. A visit that didn’t go for more than two minutes which was why no one knew that she had come
there. She had come quickly to only disappear. Had her mother awoken from her death in those five days? She didn’t know what to think of it as nothing made sense at the moment.
“I am sorry to hear what happened to your father and also about your mother,” Damien offered his piece of
words. Penny gave him a small smile that lifted up her lips to only fall back. She was sad and confused.
“She must have her own reasons for not coming to meet me,” murmured Penny as if trying to console her bu
t something told her that it was a lie and Damien’s expression told her the same which he didn’t utter out but only stared at her.
“Get some sleep. You will need it for tomorrow,” he said waiting for her to close her eyes. Penny nodded her
head. It took a while before Damien heard her steady breathing to indicate that she had finally fallen asleep after
spending more than an hour in the bed without actually falling asleep. He, who had been on the bed turned to
his other side to push himself up from the bed before placing his feet on the ground and standing up.
Damien had been waiting for Penny to fall asleep and now that she had fallen deep in sleep thanks to the
weather and her getting drenched in the rain, he walked towards the fireplace. Bending down he added a few
more logs to keep the room temperature warm enough so that it wouldn’t be affected by the rain that continued
Walking towards the stand to pick up the animal faux made coat and the very next second he had disappeared
from the room in a blink of an eye. Damien was back in the house he had visited before. It was the black witch, Bathsheba’s house.
Bathsheba had her back against him. She was clinking glasses, picking up the little bottle to remove the cork of it and pour the contents inside the boiling pot which made bubbling sound in front of her.
“I was waiting when you would give me a visit,” said Bathsheba, as if expecting his arrival the lady turned to look
at the pureblooded vampire who hadn’t bothered to knock on the door where the rain would have made him wet again.
“What are you boiling?” he glanced towards the pot and then the ingredients that were placed on either side of it. Some which were still full and some of the things that were emptied by putting in the pot.
Bathsheba turned back at the top, moving the coal like fire away from the pot to stop whatever she was
preparing, “Just some potion for my daily use. If you are here at this house of the time, I assume it is for the girl that you have come.”
“Her mother’s body is missing from the coffin,” Damien raised his brow in question, “She saw her mother buried.”
“A lot of people are buried, councilman but not every single one of them stay there. Some bodies get stolen and some come back alive.”
Damien chuckled, “I wonder why I didn’t think about it,” he rolled his eyes to say, “What do you think happened?”
“I think you already know the answer to it. You are here only to confirm if what you deduced is the right one or not,” Bathsheba offered him a glass of blood which she had placed in the side
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Her mother isn’t a human as well, is she?” asked Damien without beating around the bush.
“No, she isn’t. You are very fast in drawing conclusions, especially the right ones. It makes me wonder why you
haven’t reached the higher position in the council or haven’t applied to the Duke or the Lord,” she smiled staring at him.
The first time Bathsheba had been caught by Damien with his keen eyes where the rest had only passed by her
and even if they did see her, no one had ever doubted on her being a witch. After all, she was a lady with a
beautiful face who was shy to look and talk to others. At least that is what she made others believe and think.
A little more potion like effect on others and that was all she needed to live here that was until she came across this man.
Bathsheba was unsure if it was good luck or bad luck that she had been caught that day by him. It might have
been good luck as this pureblooded vampire who worked for the council had let her go without ripping her head
off or burning her to death. He was handsome who Bathsheba had for one of the hundredth time had shown interest in the kind she was not supposed to have.
Damien had all the qualities one would need to step into the next line of the council and though he had plenty of
hidden abilities, lineage and the kind of money his family had also with his keen eye it wouldn’t have been a problem. Which only made one wonder why he didn’t bother to step into the higher role.
He didn’t answer her question and then said, “Correct me if I am wrong but what we have is a dead white witch
who is her father. Then we have Penny who just found out that she is a white witch while lastly the mother who is
not a human. If she is back, does it mean she is a black witch?” silence followed his words and Bathsheba smiled
at the quick answer he had found in such a short time. The man was truly capable which only made her admire him but it seemed that he had his eyes and soul on someone else.
“I wouldn’t draw my conclusion that close that only a black witch can come but to fake the death there are
chances that the girl’s mother was a black witch. There have been times when couples never knew who they were
so having an offspring were like many other times white blood flows and emphasizes more than the black witch’s
blood,” the black witch put the lid over the coal and walked past him, picking up the crystal ball from the table to
show it to Damien, “Do you know why we make use of the dead? It is because it gives a higher form of power
. Sacrifice is not something everyone is willing to perform but when it is self-sacrifice, it forms a greater source of power and energy that you cannot achieve by anything else.”
“Why would a black witch perform self-sacrifice? Have you heard any reports from the other sisters of yours?”
Bathsheba scoffed, placing the crystal back from where she had picked, “Councilman Damien-it is not easy for
people like me to walk around especially with what my sisters did to me. A lot of them avoid me like plague for
what I have done and not done. Once you take a stand, it is difficult to refute and go back to make things better.
The black witches are less forgiving than humans or vampires. But yes, there has been a move on the elder sister. The one who your councilmen failed to catch or rather the people who betrayed you.”
“The witch who is creating chaos by setting up the mass human sacrifice?”
“That’s the one. She won’t stop until she achieves it. But she isn’t looking just for things,” smiled the witch.
“What is she looking for? Thanks to her the council has been extra busy and we have another bunch of black witches who are trying to convert the humans to half witches.”
“How interesting. Do not worry about it. It will be another failure. It is not the first time they have done it but if
they do succeed I would pity the humans and the council for the work you will have to do,” Bathsheba chuckled, taking a seat on the empty chair before asking Damien to take a seat too with her hand being raised.
Damien didn’t sit down but went to the pot that had been previously bubbling up.
Staring at the blackish-brown colored liquid he said, “If the count of witches goes up it would be difficult to hide the good ones. There are many councilmen who don’t agree with our idea. They will burn every last standing black witch,” he picked up the little bottle which contained blood.
“I am aware of it,” Bathsheba replied back to him. It wasn’t that she didn’t know, but the lands would be in far worse trouble with the number of deaths.
The four lands that were connected to each other would be in a far worse state of chaos that even she didn’t know what would happen and who would prevail in victory.
Damien fished something in his coat before he produced a wooden stick like which looked as if it had been
broken forcibly. He handed it to the black witch who stared down at it before asking him, “What is this?”
“It is the coffin the woman was buried in. Can you find out something from it?” he asked her. Damien had drawn
the conclusion the moment he had opened the coffin box with the signs of her being a black witch that was
splattered all over. Yet he had not told what he found to Penny. It was a delicate matter where he needed to see
what was going on or before he confirmed it himself.
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Bathsheba continued to look at it before her eyes shifted to meet Damien’s eyes, “I cannot help you in this
matter. A bone would have sufficed but with her not being dead and her father whom we don’t know where he is buried now, there is no telling where she is.”
Seeing the displeased look that formed on Damien’s face, the black witch continued to say, “There is someone who can help you but I don’t know where you can find the person.”
“Who is it?” asked Damien curious.
“I don’t know where the person is and who it is but the stars this time have aligned to form a broken stick that
points to the star that shines brightly. It is not often that we find it but it has been told to be wary of the person
as a person has been born with the gift that is greater than any that walk on these lands. But it isn’t just that
person,” Bathsheba paused her words, hearing the loud thunder that continued to growl and the rain stop
drastically, “The girl you brought here, Penelope did she ever experience something out of the blue before? Have you heard of dormant witches?”
Damien nodded his head, “They are the offspring of black witches mostly who turn out to be human-like with no power. Are you saying that Penny was a dormant witch until now?”
“Don’t you think it is possible? The stars have aligned together have bought it or evoked the existing abilities of
these people which was hidden before. It is a theory but a believable one. It happens once in every few centuries where the alignment has been lost with people not knowing about it.”
“What about the person you mentioned? How can she help?”
Bathsheba nodded her head, “It is said that there are at least four to five of them who have gained the gifts to
make use of them. This person has the ability of touch, who can sense and see things. It is an interesting gift.”
“If Penny was is a white witch and if what you said is true. That would mean that she has abilities,” Damien let out
a chuckle, “How interesting. I will bring her here soon. There are a few concerning matters that need to be fixed.”
“I would be happy to help you,” bowed the black witch by the time she lifted her head and eyes the man had left
the room without a word. How like him, thought the black witch before going back to brewing the pot she had been working on.
Damien returned back to the mansion, his feet padding down the stairs. Going straight to the kitchen where the
lights burned dimly in the corner, he went straight to the vessel that was surrounded by water to keep it cool.
Pushing over the lid, he picked up a glass. Dipping it into the vessel to drink the blood that was stored for the
family. Taking two more glasses and drinking it, he finally placed the empty glass down. He licked his lips,
“What are you doing staying up late?” he asked to find Maggie standing at the door.
Maggie stood with her nightdress which looked paler than the dresses that she often more, “The night is too
noisy,” she replied back, walking up to where he was, she picked a new glass to dip her hand into the vessel that contained blood and drank from it.
“You should get yourself a man, Maggie. It might be easier on you that way,” he said wiping the remnants of the
blood on his lips with the back of his hand. Damien leaned his back on the edge of the kitchen slab to see his
sister smile at him, “You should learn a thing or two from your younger sister who keeps aiming for men every once in a month.”
“I think she’s doing well for both of us included,” Maggie raised her brow before it fell back in place, “I have no
intention to marry,” and though she smiled, one of the kindest smiles, the smile looked tight on her face as if it were forced.
“Not able to let go of the past yet? It has been years now. People make mistakes and you were young,” on Damien’s words Maggie placed the glass back on the slab.
“That isn’t what you said a few weeks ago.”
Damien chuckled, “Of course. I was just being nice. It was stupid of you to kill a maid just because the man you
were about to marry took interest in her,” a flash of sadness and regret passed through Maggie’s eyes. She knew
Damien often liked to rub the wound because he enjoyed it. Her brother was the definition of a proper sadistic
pureblooded vampire who didn’t miss the chance to hurt someone verbally. It was as if he made sure to keep a diary of everyone’s fault ready at the tip of his tongue and fingertips.
It was something that had happened long ago. She knew exactly why Damien liked doing it. It was also because
he had warned her before she had killed the maid. Vampires were possessive creatures who were cold in nature.
And she was no average vampire but someone who came from the pureblooded family. After finding that her
fiance had brewed feelings for one of their maids, she had killed the girl in pure rage and jealousy.
There was a moment of satisfaction after the kill but when the realization came to hit, it hit her hard. Love was
not something that happened without notice and it couldn’t be forced. It was something that she had to learn
the hard way. In the end, Maggie was left feeling guilty for what she had done with her heartbroken to take the ire and hate of the person she loved.
“I know. Maybe that is why I am not looking for a person right now…” murmured Maggie.
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Damien gave his sister a smile, “Why don’t you go talk to him?” he asked her to receive a look of surprise form on her face.
Maggie shook her head. It was long overdue, “He doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“It’s been many years since that happened. The last you spoke was when you told him what you did and before
he took the maid with him,” said Damien, looking at the slight flicker that took place from the lantern that was hung in the corner of the kitchen, “He must have forgotten it by now. At least you can hope for it.”
The vampiress still remembered the day as if it was just a day since it had taken place. Her hand dipped in blood
with the maid on the ground where she had ripped the girl’s head apart. The satisfaction had been great and
sweet but once it had passed away where common sense returned back, there was nothing but the guilt she could immerse herself in.
Remembering the days of the past Maggie felt herself loose to herself…
Maggie had been seeing Mr. Crantlane for two months and both the families had been looking forward to seeing
them tie the knots. With Maggie being the eldest child of Quinn, it was taken that there would be celebratory
events that would take place but no one expected for things to change drastically. They had a new maid addd into the servant’s list who was from the northland, Woville.
She was a human like the rest of the servants who were working in Quinn’s mansion but one who was on the
scale who looked more than average. Beautiful brown hair and eyes, a slender body which was easiest to break
and it was, thought Maggie to herself. At first, Maggie hadn’t noticed it nor had she realized. She did notice Mr.
Crantlane talking to the girl but she was too in love with the man to notice his wavering feelings. What appeared
to be a simple interaction had bloomed with every visit until one day she found the girl in the market where she covered herself under a hood.
The maid girl had taken a leave telling her family was sick which was why Maggie had followed her, hoping she
could help the girl who was too young to shoulder the responsibility. But what she came to find was not the
family but her fiance she had given her heart too.
Seeing the girl in the arms of the man she was in love with. Mr. Crantlane. He looked happy having her in his
arms and if one were to look at them, they would be called a beautiful couple but Maggie had turned green.
Finding it hard to grasp what she saw, in pure shock she had gone back home. The disappointment and anger
had filled to the brim with her emotions swirling inside waiting for an outlet. Damien had caught her to ask her
what had happened. It took him a few minutes to have her speaking and he had suggested to go confront Mr.
Crantlane. Damien hadn’t stayed long and had left the mansion for work but who knew that rage would take over her at the mere sight of the maid.
Instead of listening to what the maid had to say who had cried out of pain. Maggie had pulled her out of the
mansion and behind which was between the mansion and the servants quarters. The maid had cried as if
knowing the mistake of what had been caught. The lowly human had tried to speak and apologize but Maggie had lost it.
To let someone steal the man whom she loved and believed was in love as he had showered affections over her,
she had torn the girl to have blood on the ground and on her with a dead body.
“Some things are difficult to fix, Dami. Especially when you take away someone’s life. You might have not
understood it before but you will now.”
“What makes you say that?” asked Damien with evident curiosity in his eyes.
Maggie smiled, “I can sense you have bonded with Penelope. No one bonds unless they want to protect
something and to reduce the worry they have over the person. Am I wrong, brother?” she asked him.
“Sometimes I forget you are my sister,” Damien didn’t bother to deny what he had done and it was up to the
other person on what they thought about his actions not that he would give away on why he did it, “Are you fishing for something?” he grinned.
“Nothing at all. I doubt there is anything to fish with the way you behave with the slave you so call in front of us.
You need to be careful, Dami. You made too many, with every emotion comes a burden you should be ready to
face. Your emotions are already too eccentric to handle,” she was speaking about the corruption in his heart that she was aware of for some time now.
“If it was going to seize my heart it would have for a long time now. Don’t worry about myself or my pet.”
“Tell me, Damien. What will you do if someone were to steal the person whom you share affections with?
Emotions like those will be quick to penetrate your mind to lose your rationality,” Maggie stared at her brother’s eyes to see the constant red color not swirl to black like before in the past.
Damien smiled at her question, “Death is too easy to give. Don’t you think so, sister? Get yourself some sleep. I will go get mine,” saying that he left Maggie standing there looking at him step out of the kitchen
In the late hours of the day when the sun was hidden behind the numerous cloud had come to position up in the
sky, Penny tried to concentrate on the parchment that was in front of her. When the tip of her quill which had
been dipped into the ink pressed harder on the surface of the parchment, she heard Lady Maggie say,
“It appears that your concentration is elsewhere and not here today, Penelope. There is no point if you are only
going to waste your time and mine along,” Lady Maggie sighed, her voice coming out light which wasn’t angry but Penny quickly bowed her head.