Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 141 – Turn to a toad- Part 1
Apologies, milady,” Penny had tried to concentrate on what the lady was teaching her knowing well that not
every master or mistress of the high standing family took time to teach their servants and slaves on the value of education.
Maggie looked at the parchment before shifting her gaze to the human slave who belonged to Damien, “Let’s
close it for today. We have already spent an hour and I need to go take my mother and sister out to the Isle
valley. Would you like to come?” the vampiress added the last part wondering if she would like to join them, “Have you been to the Isle Valley?”
Penny nodded her head, “Master Damien said he had to take me somewhere today,” which was the truth but it
was also a way to escape the awkward as well as killer atmosphere she would have to share with Lady Grace and Lady Fleurance.
Maggie didn’t ask her any further questions but let her leave the room. Penny let out an inaudible sigh of relief.
After the day she had fallen into the sea with Damien who had accused of every single person in the mansion
except for his father who wasn’t in the mansion at that house and maybe somewhere also the butler for the trust
he had placed, a lot of them stayed away from Penny. Especially when it came to the servants who worked in the mansion.
The ones who once upon a time used to gossip or look at her some with disgust and some in envy looked away
from her. Ignoring her presence as if she didn’t exist whilst they continued to do their job in the mansion. Penny
didn’t mind it one bit though. Instead of feeling bad for how things turned out after Damien had ripped the
maid’s head from her body, she didn’t mind the quietness that had returned back to her life. It was visible that
the servants feared Damien. As much as he exuded a bright and happy appearance there was this untouchable
part where one didn’t dare to cross lines with him. Which included his own family and she could see it in Grace’s eyes.
Walking up to Damien’s room, she noticed the butler who stood halfway in and half out of the door listening to something Damien.
“Clean the lower grounds as they haven’t been used but don’t touch what is in the upper level. We wouldn’t want
unneeded disturbances there. There was no oil added in there,” as Penny came closer to the room, she caught
sight of Damien who stood in front of the mirror as he tied the necktie around his neck. Fiddling it with his hands
before the knot was formed. And as if sensing Penny’s presence without having to turn his head, he further
ordered the butler, “Clean up the things that are in the attic. Push it in the corner and lock it down.”
“Yes, Master Damien. Anything else?” asked the butler to look to his side where Penny had arrived.
“That would be all,” said Damien, dismissing his butler and then to speak to Penny,
“How was your time with Maggie? You are early,” he said, glancing at the clock on the wall which moved its pendulum back and forth in a steady rhythm.
“We finished the class early,” Penny responded back before stepping inside the room completely.
“So I have noticed. Something I should know?” he asked her to check if something had transpired between her and his sister. Penny shook her head.
“Nothing,” Damien gave her a small curt node to say, “Are you ready?” he asked her.
“Yes,” after knowing that her mother was alive who had failed to contact her back, Penny had wanted to go back
to Bathsheba’s house to gain more answers to her questioning mind. The questions kept bubbling up one after
another, leading her mind to no peace. She was quieter than many other times which Damien noticed knowing exactly why she was in this state.
Damien and Penny traveled using their family carriage. Taking a separate one than the one which was being used by the three ladies of the mansion.
Reaching the house where Bathsheba lived, they saw her talking to one of the women of the village who was
conversing with her chirpily about something she had cooked for her relatives who only left last night.
By the time they reached, the woman left to give Damien and Penny a bow by looking at the fancy clothes the
couple wore. Of course, it would be another greeting for Penny if the person knew that she was nothing but a
slave of the man who had come along. After all, slaves were beneath the average humans.
“You have admirers,” noted Damien, taking a look back at the elderly woman who walked away from Bathsheba’s house.
“Never lacked them,” came back the retort to answer Damien’s statement, “Please come in,” she opened the door for them to step inside.
Penny who was curious, asked the black witch, “How has no found out about who you are?” she had been curious
since the very first time she had met the lady. No matter how nice, or helpful a person was, she found it hard to believe that no one ever raised a suspicious eye at her.
Sure, she might have a perfect and outstanding rapport with the people around, maybe people were even mesmerized with half of her face but hadn’t a single person doubted her?
The curtains of the house were shut always with no single light or letting anyone peek in. Just as Penny turned
around to meet the black witch’s eye, Bathsheba produced something in her hand. Letting her fingers free from
what she was holding which was connected somewhere to her neck as if it were a black threaded chain hanging around her neck.
A blood-red stone came which looked quite close to a pureblooded vampire’s eyes. It’s dark red color shining because of the fire that burned inside the house.
“This is charm stone, Penelope. It is something very rare, almost similar to how humans look for diamonds, the
witches and the other creatures who are aware of it search for charm stones. The only difference being that the
charm stones are not brought by nature but the witches themselves,” answered Bathsheba, “Sit down. Will you be
joining us in the session, councilman Damien?” she asked looking at Damien who stood in the small living room of the black witch’s house.
“Just for a while. I need to check what happened in the scene out there in the other village,” he then showed his
hand ahead as if to continue with what she was saying. Damien was already aware of charm stones because his
cousin Alexander Delcrov who was the Lord of Valeria had received it from his deceased mother.
“The charm stones are created by witches?” Penny tried to confirm.
“Yes. Many of the humans who have had money have tried to create it, some even create fake ones to sell them
but they can’t be created. The stones are not easy to be made and every single stone of different colors has their
own property. Some also change with the shades they have. Like this one here will wade off the eyes from what my true appearance is.
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Then there should be no need to cover your face either,” at Penny’s question Bathsheba smiled.
“It is good to be safe than let something slip through. You never know when something stops working. Yes?” she
said taking a seat herself and asking Penny, “Not many create charm stones now because the creation needs
cooperation which is lost now. The white and the black witches don’t get along as you know. So what shall we try
today? Would you like to turn people into toads?”
Penny looked slightly intrigued as she asked, “It is possible?”
“Anything is possible. Who would you like to turn the toad? All you need is-” Bathsheba went on before being
cut off by Damien.
“I am sure that you already know that is not why we have come here,” his sharp eyes looked at Bathsheba who only smiled at him.
Bathsheba nodded, “Of course,” she could see Penelope’s shoulder slump slightly in disappointment. making her
curious as to who the white witch wanted to turn into a toad. The only people the girl was around was in Quinn’s
mansion, so it must be someone from there which made her smile further, “Though we are from the same stem,
the black witches and the white witches, we have different characteristics but when it comes down to the abilities
, it isn’t too different. But every witch has his or her own power-”
“His?” asked Penny in doubt making the black witch pause her words momentarily.
“You do know there are men of our kind. The term witch is used for both genders,” Bathsheba cleared her doubts
to continue with her words of knowledge, “What we need to do is check the source of what you fall into before narrowing down the ability you might have.”
“How are we going to do that?” Penny could see that the crystal ball which was previously used had its cover back on. It appeared that they wouldn’t be using it.
“I hope you have enough blood if your master isn’t using you as his blood bag,” Bathsheba pushed the things
that were on the table. Clearing every single thing from there while lifting and placing the crystal ball down
delicately. She picked up something, to place a large parchment that was folded and rolled. Unrolling it with both
her hands, she placed two stones on either side of the large parchment which was made of concentric designs
and intricate mapping on it. There were some strange writings which Penny had never seen before, “This is the language of the dead.”
“You cannot communicate with people who have died with this. It is dead because it is. The newborn witches who
came after the great grand witch have no inkling about it. Similar to the humans and the vampires marking years
, we have a few markings of our own that are used to distinguish the time and period,” Bathsheba and asked for
Penny’s hand before placing an empty glass which looked like a battered silver utensil.
Damien then said to Penny, “There have been very few witches who made a mark of difference in the history of
the four lands. One of the people in the marking is Lord Delcrov’s mother,” Damien’s cousin? The person she had
met during the celebration in Quinn’s mansion? “Interestingly, even though the black and the whites don’t get along, they use each other like references.”
Once Penny had placed her hand in Bathsheba’s colder hand, she readied herself for the cut on her skin. The last
time, the black witch had made use of her nail but seeing the knife, she gulped, “How much blood is needed for this ritual?”
“A quarter less than the glass turning to be full. I hope you don’t mind,” said the black witch smiling at her as if
she was going to enjoy cutting her hand to draw enough blood. Penny could feel her heart started to accelerate
at the look of the glass on how much was more than half full, “Relax. If you tighten your hand it will only make it
difficult,” and before she completed the sentence, Bathsheba dived the knife to cut her palm. Penny winced with
the painful burn that was caused by the knife. She had to close her eyes before seeing the blood drops fall right
into the glass. With more drops that dripped down her finger into the glass, she could feel her hand weaken.
“This should be sufficient,” upon Bathsheba’s word, Damien took hold of Penny’s hand. But unlike last time where
he had given her kerchief to hold on to, Damien picked up her hand to his mouth to lick the blood off her skin…
Penny’s eyes widened enough where if it was possible it would have fallen out of her face. This shameless vampire! “What are you doing?!” she whispered to see him look at her as he licked her hand with his coarse tongue.
“It would be a shame to waste such qualitative blood,” the black witch looked as if she hadn’t noticed it or rather didn’t bother herself with it while she stared at the map, picking up the blood in the glass.
Penny on the other hand just wanted to die, “You are a perverted vampire!”
“Thank you,” he said letting go of her hand. That wasn’t a compliment!
Since the day he had confessed about him liking her, Damien did the strangest and oddest thing possible.
He would step into the bathroom which made her push her bathing time when he was around. Sometimes she
would find him close to her on the bed where the pillows disappeared. As subtle as she tried to be with him, his advances on her were in no means to be subtle at all.
Once he was done licking his lips, his eyes met hers again and he sent a playful wink.
Maybe she should ask Bathsheba on how to turn a person to a toad, thought Penny looking at Damien’s smirk
that was directed towards her. This shameless, perverted vampire missed no opportunity in embarrassing her
. Her heart felt slightly rattled at the moment due to his actions. Was it normal for a vampire to go licking a wound that
had formed? But was Damien normal? No, thought Penny to herself. He had confessed and it only made her that
much aware of him.
Penny had previously not taken heed to his actions. At least not in the romantic sense but since the time he had
disclosed and acknowledged it in front of her, she had started to take notice of him. Everything from his word to
his very gaze was directed towards her, and due to this Penelope who had been always been careful had started to be clumsy under his eyes.
Hearing a crackle and the black witch speak something incoherent as she started her spells, she turned around to
see what Bathsheba was up to. The black witch held the cup in her hand, her eyes closed as she continued to mutter in the so-called language of the dead.
When Bathsheba opened her eyes, her eyes were pitch black. When she tilted the glass that contained her blood,
she was sure it was going to fall on the parchment to splatter all over it but she was surprised…
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Penny was surprised because when Bathsheba did tilt the entire glass, the liquid fell right at the center of the
circle of the parchment. If Penny didn’t believe in magic, she sure did now when the blood that fell down started
to move on the very lines that were drawn on the parchment before the ritual had started. It was as if the blood
had suddenly taken life which started to move gradually from the center to all the endpoints, curving to meet each other until the entire parchment looked to be designed in just ink.
She looked at the bloody inked parchment and then up at Bathsheba whose eyes were still black. She thought
that was all until she saw the blood raise itself as if moving against gravity to form thin strands. Bathsheba stared
at the blood strands, one of her hands held up in the air. It was intricate to look at before they finally fell to
splatter on the parchment as if meaning to damage the very parchment they had been making use of when her
hand fell down to her side.
The only movements of Damien were his eyes that had been picking on every little thing around in the room. He
had work in the council but leaving Penny on her own was something he didn’t trust the black witch with. He had
known Bathsheba for a few years now and even though he gave away her ingredients while receiving the
information he needed at times, he still hadn’t learned to trust the black witch completely. In his personal
opinion, it was better to be careful than regret over something which had not been taken good measures with.
Black witch’s nature was so that the very stem they grew in was made of pure evil where they broke the trust as
easy as a feeble stick. Betrayal ran in their veins and it didn’t matter if it was their very own sisters. To achieve
something they felt was right, any path would do. Right now what Bathsheba shared was a give and take
relationship where she owed her life to him. A favor being returned for letting her stay.
While charm stones worked great on humans and other vampires, there were some exceptions. Dark creatures
found it easier to find people similar to them. Though the black witch had been careful, she had been caught by Damien’s eyes which she had failed to understand and find an answer for.
The charm should have worked on him too, to keep her presence unknown. A few decades ago, there was a time
when people killed each other to get their hands on these charm stones which were now lost as a myth like many
other things, for example, the moon signs. But in time everything washed away leaving people to wonder about
what was the truth and what was the false information which was created to mislead the humans and other creatures like her own.
Looking at the splattered blood which belonged to Penny, Damien asked Bathsheba, “What is her source?” A few
of the witches were gifted, similar to the pureblooded vampires which automatically went to waste even if they
did have as they never lived too long to learn and make use of it. While some who discovered by pure accident
and worst luck of the other creatures they used it for destruction.
Penny turned to look at Damien, who then said, “The abilities isn’t like ours but the witches have natural abilities
. There are four elements of nature-water, fire, wind, and land,” did that mean she pulled her ability from one of those four elements?
For more answers, she looked towards the black witch whose eyes had returned back to normal.
“Most of the witches don’t know about it. When a small war broke down between the white and the black
witches, the parchments of designs, every single spec of knowledge was burnt until the last reside,” said
Bathsheba taking the parchment in her hands from the table which had blood painted on itself. Not letting it dry,
she folded the paper, rolling it until the end before picking up the burning candle which had been placed at the
start of the ritual to let it vanish in front of her eyes in thin air, “Though both of them had the chances to possess
the elements of nature, it was the white witches who learned about it first. During the war everything was told to
remove, at least that is what was told that after so many years people aren’t aware of it anymore. We don’t keep
used things,” the black witch smiled, eyes crinkling before she took the candle and blew it out.
“How did you come in possession of this?” Penny asked.
“Some of us have our ways. Some gossips and some secrets spill out and don’t often stay in us. When one
catches the wind and after searching it, people like your master get a hand on it,” Bathsheba looked at Damien
who stood behind Penny. Damien had found something which was told to be burnt?
Penny turned around to see Damien, his response came out to be, “I have my ways. I am not a researcher of the
council for no reason,” one corner of his lips pulled up.
When Bathsheba started to speak again, Penny turned back to what she had to say about this ability, “It is only
the ritual that takes time along with the ingredients we witch use for the ritual. The rest of it is, “Each and every
ability is something which you can control and mold it according to your wish but it isn’t easy. It takes years of
experience. While some can manipulate it at their will others though having the ability can’t do much but live the
same life as the others. It is equal to giving you food that you can enjoy but with no mouth. Do you understand?” asked the black witch chuckling.
Damien himself curious about Penny’s ability to be chosen by the alignment of stars, he wondered if it was fate
that brought Penny to him or was it her finding him? On either side of the way destiny had worked, he wondered
what Penny could be capable of. Would she surpass his aunt or like Bathsheba said, would it go to waste. Only time could answer the questions.
The black witch then went to explain, “It was definitely not the earth element because if it were we would not
have the blood moving so elegantly. With the lift of the liquid to form strands, an old witcher would have called it
to be wind but if you watched closely, you would have seen it splatter even worse than what it did in the end. A
fire element is easy to pick because of the way they have a hold on the fire itself and it would have charred itself
once it was up in the air that leaves us with the last ability,” while still looking at Penny, Bathsheba said to Damien, “Your beloved pet is a water element.”
Penny frowned taking the news in, “That can’t be true.”
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Bathsheba tilted her head in wonderment, “What makes you say that?”
“I fell in the water and almost drowned myself,” actually the word wasn’t almost. If it weren’t for Damien she
would have been lying in the bed of the sea forever where no one would not know that she was down there. The thought horrified her.
“Hmm,” she hummed.
Damien asked the black witch, “Penny doesn’t possess the ability yet?”
“That would be truly hard to tell. There should have been some sign when you must have started to drown. It is
“I was only giving away quick and reliable ideas. But then it is not that it is necessary for you to work on
something which you might not be gifted. I am definitely not wrong but something appears to be off,” Bathsheba
heard someone knock on the door which alerted all the three of them.
Their heads turned to look at the door where another knocking was heard outside. By the intensity that the hand behind the door knocked with, one could tell that it wasn’t a female but a male.
“Airen? Airen?” came the man’s voice. Airen? thought Penelope to herself was he asking for the black witch?
“Another admirer?” asked Damien for Bathsheba to look at the door with a frown.
Bathsheba hurriedly pushed away objects that were on the table. Clearing any other things that could bring up
suspicion, “I do not remember talking to someone with that voice,” she said after hiding whatever a human
would find suspicious. When she was about to answer the door, Damien stopped her by placing his hand on the
door so that she wouldn’t open it. Seeing Bathsheba raise her eyebrow at him Penny wondered what was going on.
Before Penny and Damien had arrived at the door of Bathsheba, one of the humans who was passing by had
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found something strange about the woman who lived at the edge of the house. The human went by the name
Eugine. With his short brown hair and rough scruff around his jaw and cheeks, he had found a beautiful maiden
to be walking from the river back to her house.
The man intrigued by the woman had followed her back home. He hadn’t noticed it before but with him where
he only caught sight of the side face of the woman hadn’t noticed her hiding the other side of her. She spoke to
everyone she met and she might have been the perfect girl but there was just something he couldn’t point his
finger on which made him doubtful of the woman. Maybe he was doubtful because he was a witch hunter, a man
whom she had stolen from. Unfortunately, the stone being one of a low quality which lacked the ingredients to sustain its power, she didn’t realize that the effect of it was fading away.
Everyone often thought they were safe but there was always a loophole no matter how safe a person tried to walk on the delicate thread of false pretense.
Eugine had been following Bathsheba for two weeks before inquiring about her with a fellow passerby to find out
her name discreetly without being too obvious. Airen. What a sweet name one would say but it was always the
one that didn’t stand out to be troublesome. With the recent wind of witches being spread out in the four lands
who had come from the north, there was no telling who was who and when a human would go missing under the
Deciding to go and check, he first looked around the house which looked clean. Similar to any other house that
belonged to this village, but when his eyes caught the windows, he noticed how it was shut close. Dust sitting in
the corners to indicate that the windows had not been opened for more than a few weeks.
Stepping close to the front door, he stepped in front of the door to knock on it. Keeping his ears clear to listen to
any suspicion movement, he leaned back and to the side to make sure no one had used the back door. When the
re asking, “I am looking for Airen,” he said with a straight face, “He was sure he had not seen this person before
. Was it Airen’s sister? But then there didn’t seem to be any obvious resemblance that he could spot right now.
“I am sorry but she isn’t here today. She’s gone out. Was there something you needed?” the girl asked with a
smile on her face which seemed harmless. On a closer look of her face- her eyes, lips, tongue seemed to appear
normal. There wasn’t any sign of her being a witch. Hmm, he thought to himself.
“I am one of her acquaintances. She left this,” Eugine pulled out a handkerchief which had been dipped in holy
water before running through several prayers.
The cloth was an alarm indicator if there was a witch around as the witches both white and black were affected by
it. The girl seemed to stare at the cloth he handed her, her eyes looking at it and then shifting to look at him. If
the girl was involved in something of witchery, there would be no doubt that she would sneeze first and then
start to convulse. It was one of the easiest ways to draw the witches out without causing any riots around the
village. If the girl named Airen was a human whom he had suspected wrongly then it would be fine too. No harm
would be caused by if there was a witch living here, he would have to pull out his sharp arrows that were made of
silver and the wooden grasses which were found in the mountain of Eve which affected the witches greatly.
Before the door had been opened Damien had stopped Bathsheba from opening. As if already distrusting the
person who had arrived at the door. Instead of letting the black witch open the door, he had asked Penny to
open it while telling her to make a story that wasn’t at home right now.
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Both Bathsheba and Damien stood behind the wall which connected the door. Listening to what the man and
Penny were speaking about.
Gingerly, her hands went to hold the cloth which looked like a kerchief that would have belonged to a woman.
Penny wasn’t judging but did black witches us kerchiefs? It rather not only sounded strange in her mind but it
also seemed to be an odd thing for a black witch to do.
Bathsheba had told that she didn’t recognize the man but the man insisted that they had met and this was hers.
As her hand clenched on the cloth, she noticed the way the man stared at her. A smile upon his face as she stared
back at him in a look of innocence. For Penny acting out the scene was something, she could have done in her
dreams too. Her talent was not a waste.
With Penny who had known herself to be part of the humans all this time, she had never known the kind of life
there was a slight disappointment in his eyes when the seconds grew longer making her give out a questioning
look, “Is there anything else you would like me to assist you with?” she asked appearing to be polite to him.
The man smiled, letting the disappointment from his eyes vanish which Penny had already caught on to, “May I ask the fair lady for a glass of water?” asked the man.
She could tell that this was a persuasive man who was trying to find and make sure about something. That
something being the black witch who lived here. By asking water the man would have a way to take a look at the
house by merely peeking in. And if he did peek in, he would come to see Damien and Bathsheba in the house.
She didn’t know what to do. If she refused, wouldn’t that look suspicious? After all which person ever refused a person a glass of water when he had only come to return something which belonged to the owner of the house.
Penny smiled, trying to keep her shoulders and face relaxed, “Of course,” she said.
When Penny and Damien had arrived, Bathsheba had given her a glass of water that had been left untouched on
the table. She tried recollecting where she was suited previously. If she was quick enough, she would be able to
reach for it and hand it over to him before he had the chance to step inside.
At the same time, the thought of why Damien had hidden too was something she didn’t understand. Was it
because it would look strange as a couple here while all this time there was only a woman living here? If he was
here, the man would have been scared away than having to deal with him. His intrusive eyes and nature didn’t go
“Let me get it for you,” Penny’s eyes were as mesmerizing as the black witch’s face which she used as a decoy to
hide her true self. Without breaking eye contact, she spoke to the man making the man lose himself in them for a
mere second until she turned to get the water.
Having been entranced with her eyes for a second, Eugine had forgotten about his purpose and had stared into
her. Snapping away from it he saw her back face him. Her blonde hair covering the upper half of her body. He
took three steps forward, one step inside the house but before his eyes could pick things up Penny had already
turned to talk to him, her eyes back on him. Thankfully there was a cupboard to cover the other people in the
“I have never seen you here before. Are you a traveler?” she asked to throw him off.
Before Eugine could take the glass from her, Penny had taken two steps forward which made the man take two
steps back pushing out of the house. The man noticed her behavior as if displeased with his action of stepping inside her house.
“Yes, I am a traveler. Unfortunately, I couldn’t meet your sister to return it back? I was also hoping to see her-”
“Mister, are you trying to sway my sister’s emotions for you?” asked Penny with a cool voice, crossing her arms
across her chest she stared at the man to give him a look, “I must say it is quite a poor excuse that you come up
with,” the man chuckled, opening his mouth to say she had misunderstood but Penny continued without giving
him the opportunity to speak, “There have been plenty of men who have knocked on the door. Trying to woo my
sister but my sister has no intention to marry anyone but the man she has chosen for herself.”
Eugine was confused for a few seconds, wondering how the conversation had turned one where he was trying to
woo the girl he had suspected to be a witch. To Eugine, it didn’t matter if it was a black witch or a white witch. He
killed them all. The world needed balance and it would happen only once all the creatures apart from humans
would be killed.
Wanting to play along, the witch hunter said, “Haha, you got me,” he scratched his neck, “She’s an absolute beauty.”
Penny narrowed her eyes further, “That she is,” he harrumphed, “But I must say like many I have already told, she
is going to marry the man she’s in love with who loves her back. If you have been following her you should
already know who the man is. He even visited a few days ago.”
“Oh,” the man replied, chuckling with a slight embarrassment and Penny could tell what a terrible actor he was. If
he were to work in the theater, she would have made sure that he got to play the bark of wood that laid dead on
the ground, “I must have missed it. May I know who he is?” asked the witch hunter much more in intrigue but
holding a slight disappointment in his eyes.
“He is one of the pureblooded vampires. You must have heard about Damien Quinn,” Penny boasted as if
Bathsheba was her very own sister and she was proudly stating who her brother-in-law was.
Bathsheba who was listening to Penny along with Damien glanced at Damien who stood still listening to his pet
slave girl. His eyes turned narrowed at Penny’s words. The woman’s lips twisted in amusement. It was very rare
to find Damien in an annoyed state and to think it was a white witch he had picked to stay beside him who had
only used him in the pretense, she found it to be laughable. But Damien didn’t share the same feelings as the
He had asked Penny to deviate the man’s attention as something about the scent behind the door appeared to
be heavily surrounded by holy water. The humans never carried one unless there was an alert in the villages and
in the towns which were always in small quantity.
“Both of them are going to get married soon,” he heard Penny continue with her tale. It appeared that his mouse
had forgotten what punishment meant.
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Eugine looked at the girl, his eyes gauging on the current scene carefully. It seemed like his suspicion was wrong
about the girl. If there was a witch, the cloth should have not only affected her but should have also changed its
color a little without much notice where only a witch hunter would know. The name sounded somewhere familiar
though with him who didn’t belong to this part of the land and someone who came from the West, he cocked
his head in wonderment.
“I am sure he is a great man if your sister and yourself have approved about him,” he gave nothing but praises
while Penny stood the stand she had to. She took the glass back when he handed it back to her. Not moving
from where she was, she wondered what else he was going to ask her until he finally saw him loosen his
shoulders to ask her,
“Your sister was someone I couldn’t woo, unfortunately, but you are nothing short of a beautiful lady,” saying this
he looked at the dress that she was which actually now that he thought didn’t suit the house she stood in front
of. It wasn’t a grand dress but it was decent enough to be called as above average. His doubt on the girl now
raised as he smiled, “Don’t tell me that you are taken as well. It would be quite sad for me. Is it the lord himself
” the man joked.
Penny with a straight face asked, “How did you know?” to make the man cough before she smiled, “I am not
looking for one right now. And even if I were I wouldn’t go for a man who switches his feelings so easily. It only
shows the instability in your character which is why I would refuse.”
The man stared at her, his smile falling on his face and he then chuckled, “You appear to be a spitfire, Ms…” he
went fishing for her name but Penny didn’t give him.
“It is miss,” as much as the man was picking and confirming his suspicion, the suspicion had raised on Penny’s
side too. With his lack of acting skills, she could tell that this man was not someone he posed to be which was
why she had to be careful with her words. She kept them as minimum as she could, “Is there anything else you
need, Sir?” Her mother often said it was better to keep the words minimum to raise one’s suspicion and fall right
into the trap. Though she didn’t know why she had told it to her before, she now wondered if there was a deepe
r meaning to it.
Eugine smiled. His eyes looking at the girl who stood in front of him. What a shame, he thought to himself. If it
were a man, with a spirit like that it could be put to use by making the person hunt the damn witches. Women
lacked the skill, which was why it was unfortunate.
His hate for witches had stemmed from three generations. His grandfather being one of the first witch hunters
who had been killed by a black witch where his father soon fell in line with the trap of the witches to be killed by
them. Eugine being the next in line had taken up the task enthusiastically. He enjoyed killing them. Every single
one of them he had come across he had made sure to rip them apart and set them on fire.
Though one might ask why the white witches were included as they weren’t up to anything but one could never
count on what could happen. Even an angel had fallen to the ill deeds of life and these people were the ones
who belonged on the lands. There was no saying when the light in their soul would vanish to be consumed by
the darkness and revenge for the ones they had lost.
“No, I think I am good. Thank you for the water. Apologies for having consumed your day,” he bowed his head to
make his point, and though his he bowed his head, his eyes were on her the end lining on her dress which reached the floor, “I hope you have a good day.”
Penny only nodded at him and then went to close the door when the man placed his hand to stop her from closing it.
He smiled at her, her heart softly skipping a beat if he was going to break into the house. She gave him time to
speak to hear from him, “I forgot to tell to compliment your lovely sister. Sad that I missed her,” he finally let go
of his hand on the door, taking a step back and turning away from the house. Penny didn’t wait but closed the
For two minutes everyone stayed quiet without speaking a word with each other.
Bathsheba stepped out and away from the large old cupboard to say, “You did an excellent job out there. You
must be part of the theater. Would be easy to earn money-”
“I was in the theater before-”
“Don’t put ideas in her head,” came out the sharp interruption from Damien who had stepped out himself and he
didn’t look one bit happy, “And you,” he glared at Penny, “Who is marrying whom?” it was very rare to see
Damien like this. Was he that upset that she had used him in the story? Penny didn’t know if she had to laugh or
be scared with the way he was looking at her as his annoyance turned to one of the evil smiles of his.
He then asked, “How many visitors like these do you have?”
“Hardly any. It was the first time,” Bathsheba went to the door, placing her hand on the wood before letting out a
sigh, “He finally left,” she said.
“Just for now,” said Damien looking at the windows which were shut close, “People like him don’t leave that easily.”
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A witch hunter often knocks on the door more than twice. Trust me you will have him here in less than forty-eight
hours. This is precisely why you will have to make a move and so will Penny,” Damien said walking towards Penny
with an intended glare sent to her, “When I asked you to deviate the man I was talking about making a full-
“But isn’t that good?” Bathsheba asked Damien, “To have a full-fledged story without any possible loopholes. She
did a very good job.”
“And how are you going to prove your engagement when I am not interested to play along?” Damien didn’t
show bother to cover up his lack of interest in playing pretense. Rather he found it quite troublesome, “Or…” he
drawled thoughtfully before another smirk came upon his face, “You can let them know that I broke the
engagement off and went for your other sister,” he looked at Penny, his eyes sharp.
“I will handle it councilman Damien,” said the black witch. I will let you know in the next place I reside. As you
said, the man might appear again. It is better for me to make a move,” as she said this Bathsheba’s eyes fell on
the cloth which Penny had been holding, “That one definitely doesn’t belong to me.”
“It belongs to the underground church. The ones that are meddled and handled by the huntsmen.”
“So that was a witch hunter,” it dawned on the black witch finally. She laughed in humor, one of her eyebrows
raised. No wonder the man was persistent, though what she didn’t understand was how the charm stone had not
worked efficiently. Because with the power it held, the black witch was sure it would protect her from any suspicious eyes.
“Witch hunter?” came Penny’s question.
“They kill both white and black witches. Though they behave to be in alliance with the council’s law they do
things without our knowledge. The cloth he gave you was not any ordinary kerchief you would pick from the
market or from Isle Valley. The very cloth is dipped and made with things that they witches are allergic to which
makes it easier for the hunter to catch and kill.”
Bathsheba’s eyes narrowed at the cloth and she snatched it from Penny who was holding it loosely in her hand,
“This doesn’t look like one,” she commented continuing to turn around the cloth and look at it, “The cloth looks
to be an ordinary one. It is as if it has been purified.”
“Little mouse, you will be very helpful to Murkh. Let’s make sure he isn’t around you if he finds that you can
purify objects,” noticing Penny who didn’t understand what was going on, he explained, “It looks like you have
the ability to change a contaminated object or liquid to something purer. The liquid that day didn’t change by
itself but it did because of you. The little bottles were the potions that we have been collecting for a few months
now. It is used to corrupt the vampire and pureblooded vampires.”
Hearing this Bathsheba’s face turned to look at Penny in pure surprise. Were there white witches who could do it?
She had never heard about it, “Don’t mind but keep a good distance from my vessels,”
Damien continued to enlighten Penny more on it, “Bathsheba said there has been an alignment of stars which
took place a few weeks ago. Things that go unnoticed by the humans and vampires get caught by the witches
reading as they have nothing better to but to gaze up at the sky,” Penny wondered if it was necessary to put his
point across like that, “These star crossed alignments have bought the readings of some of the people to be
gifted with abilities which are rare.”
It looked like Bathsheba was used to the way Damien spoke and ignored his previous words, “The comets don’t
sweep across the stars, at least not that brightly. Though we cannot tell who were gifted or rather how do I put
it…You can call it to be awakening. Something that you already had but never came to notice it before but now.
Have you ever changed the color of liquid from one to another?” Penny shook her head. Not that she could
In question Penny quickly asked, “Do you think I can change anything?” there was eagerness in her voice which caught both Damien and Bathsheba’s eyes.
“We can try looking into it. Do we have time?” the black witch turned to Damien for him to give a curt nod.
“What do you want to change? It must be only the purities we are sure of. From something bad to something
harmless. We will have to see. Do you have anything in your mind?” Bathsheba saw Penny look around, her eyes
narrowing when she went towards the potions and other vessels that were left for later use. Penny came back
with the cup which previously had her blood in it. Adding a little water to it, she came back.
For many seconds Penny didn’t speak but stared at the cup making the other two wonder what Penny was trying.
After all, the blood there was a clean on without any impurities. Unless one considered the water to be an
impurity right now.
She wasn’t sure if it was going to work. Having never tried it before she wondered if it was possible now. To
change the blood completely to water. She got the thought of remembering the time when Grace had almost
made her drink the blood which was meant for Damien. She was more than curious. After what Damien filled her
in with the crossing stars, she felt some sense of hope.
Not knowing how it worked, she tried to concentrate, one minute passing to another minute where nothing
changed, leaving the blood mixed with water in her hand as it was. Penny’s shoulder slumped like a child,
thinking, there went her hope.
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Penny stared at the glass where three minutes had passed that nothing happened. She heard Bathsheba speak in
front of her as she took a peek at the glass. It isn’t necessary that everything takes place perfectly in the first go.
You need to practice,” she took the cup from her hand which Damien, in turn, took in his own hand to drink the
entire contents inside it, “Sometimes we get our abilities automatically without the need to call out the hidden
powers when there is a need for it. You will need to practice. Maybe if you were born as black witch things would
have been easy for you,” the woman smiled looking at Penny.
When Penny and Damien started to walk back to the mansion which was parked near the Isle Valley, Penny asked
Damien with a sense of curiosity as if it had been bothering her, “What did Bathsheba mean when she said-”
“That you would be better off to be a black witch and not a white witch as you are now?” Damien completed her
sentence. Penny nodded her head, hoping she would find out what he meant by it, “White witches don’t have the
powers you have. It usually doesn’t happen and when it does fall with the ability it is the black witches who
acquire it. Also, the fact that a black witch is much more powerful when it comes to a white witch because they
have spells, unlike the witches who don’t make use of it.”
“The white witches lack the skill?” they were walking in the forest instead of taking in the road.
The coat that Damien wore flew backward due to the wind that greeted them in the forest. His black hair ruffled
the already disheveled hair. His sharp features looking more prominent from the side as he walked next to Penny
while Penny kept up with his steady, long feet. He did look handsome like this when he was serious, “It isn’t that
they lack but they don’t make use of it.”
“Why not?” she frowned. Which person didn’t make use of something they were born with?
Damien opened his mouth to yawn, his hand raised to his mouth before falling back down to his side, “I don’t
have all the details but it is forbidden for the white witches to make use of spells. To set them apart from the
black witches, like idiots the first generation witches decided to put a spell that none of the white witches could
make use of the hocus pocus spells. It is quite stupid but what can I say, people were stupid back then. Are you
alright?” he asked.
“I am okay,” he replied back. Master Damien was asking about her well being? Penny wondered why he was
being nice when she passed him a questionable look, Damien didn’t say anything.
When they were far in the forest, he finally pulled her behind a tree and placed his hand above her head as her
back touched the tree’s bark. Penny looked up Damien who appeared to hover above and in front of her.
“Is something the matter, Master Damien?” she asked, as she tried to push her back further away from him.
“You must tell me that, sweetheart. What did happen back in there?” he inquired with a pleasant smile on his lips.
“Where?” asked Penny that had Damien’s eyes narrow down at her, “Oh, there,” she smiled, “You told me to deviate the man.”
“And so you bait your own master?” he raised his brow in question, “What happened to that saying that goes
around you humans. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. I should probably bite you instead.”
“Eh? No!” her refusal came out too quickly through her lips which only made it that much enticing in Damien’s
eyes. He placed the other hand on her side so that she wouldn’t run. Who knows when this little mouse would
give him the slip though it would be a hard thing for her to do.
“Now now. Don’t be stingy. Your master brings you all the way here to help and this is how you repay him? Should we go to the next level of punishment?”
“But master the hunter bought it for now. Shouldn’t you be happy about it that your,” Penny cringed wondering
what to pick? It had been weeks yet she wasn’t used to the terms like pet and slave to be used by herself on her.
As if reading her mind, the smile on his lips broadened wide to form a grin, “My what?” It appeared that Penny
was bad when it came to choosing words when she should be careful about it, especially when it was Damien
whom she was talking to. There were so man words he often used but Penny wasn’t exactly fond of anything in
particular. Pet, slave, little mouse, the endearment word ‘darling’ which he would use to throw her off guard.
“I am waiting,” he said looking down at her.
“Penny,” she said making him c.o.c.k his head. Seeing him not say anything she wondered what his reaction was
as she avoided any eye contact with him. Receiving no word of response, Penny who had her face turned slightly
away from him turned to face him when at the right opportune moment, he planted his lips right on hers.
Just as she raised her hand about to place it on his chest so that she could push him away, Damien caught both
her wrists in his hands before holding her small hands in his large one, single-handedly. Damien moved his lips
on Penny’s and just as he gasped, his tongue sn.a.k.e.d into her warm mouth. He could taste her sweetness on his
tongue with every movement of his tongue.
Penny should have expected it but she hadn’t really been prepared for Damien to kiss her in an open space like
the forest. Her already accelerated heart moved faster in her chest when his free hand curled around her waist to
only bring her closer to him…
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The wind picked the dried ones that had fallen from the top of the trees to run and move, hitting and jumping in
the air not too far. Penny hadn’t expected Damien to kiss her, at least not like this as the leaves drifted on the
ground. She felt him pull closer to him, his hand that had been resting to his side had curled around her waist,
bringing as close as he could as he kissed her. She wanted to push him away but with every move of his lips on
hers, she could feel goosebumps form all over her skin.
Penny tried to take a step back but there was nowhere to go. Even the little space which was there, Damien
followed right along with her. His tongue rubbed on her own, moving back and forth and kneading it like a
dough. He had somehow managed to lift her head up, tilting her face so that he could kiss her much better
But it didn’t stop there. When Damien pulled away with a breathless Penny under him who was in his arms, he
dived back in this time to nip on her lower lip making her yelp softly.
“Damien-” came her voice to only be silenced with his lips which he placed back on but that didn’t stay too long
there. His lips sucked on hers by the time where Penny’s resistance had turned weak. She didn’t know why she
couldn’t fight him right now, almost as if in a trance state.
Damien’s lips sucked on her lips which he had only wounded at the tip of his teeth to sooth it back but not ever
gently. Just as his movements turned gentle, Penny’s hand tried to push him away again. Her cheeks had turned
red and hot realizing what they were doing. Or rather what he was doing to her.
As if reading her mind with the expression that passed by her face, he pushed her securely on the tree, such that
her back now was pressed against the bark. Damien let her lips go but the hand that was on the waist went to
catch one of her hand before both the hands were placed on the uneven bark next to her head.
Penny breathed in and out, her cheeks red and flushed which made Damien want to bite her. She looked
breathtakingly delectable. Her eyes looked wild but he held a higher intensity than hers.
“Master Damien,” she whispered his name, and he could tell that the kiss had affected her. Evidently the girl was
trying to hold it in but she couldn’t.
“What is it my adorable mouse?” Penny’s already flushed face looked even more embarrassed. Her already
reeling head reeled out more at his words and actions. When Damien bought his face close to her she could feel
her heart start to beat faster, “Are you going to call me a pervert again? Or is it shameless? But what can I do,
when the girl I have affections for looks so pretty like an apple ready to be eaten,” he whispered the words right
next to her ear. Penny flinched when his teeth nipped her ear, “Shall I bite this?”
Penny could feel more goosebumps form over her arms and neck. Raising the little hair at the nape of her neck
for attention just by his words. He already bit it, what was he asking a question for? Had he planned to chomp
her ear off her body?!
“I won’t bait you again,” Penny apologized for bringing up his name back in the black witch’s house.
“Oh, no,” came out his dramatic voice and she gulped, “If you don’t do it, I cannot impose you with things like
these in the name of punishments,” was he bullying her? Penny wasn’t sure if it was but she wanted to go back to
the room and maybe lock herself before hiding herself in the blanket. Could she disappear right now?
“Ow!” she yelped again when he bit the top of her ear lobe.
She heard Damien sigh softly, “What do you keep thinking in the tiny head of yours. I wished I can find it out one
day,” Oh, God no! thought Penny to herself, “It feels like you are having an inner monologue all the time when I
am talking to you. Head in the clouds,” he murmured.
“I apologized, master. Shouldn’t you let me go…” but Penny’s words fell on deaf ears.
She felt him place his chin on her shoulder for which he had to crouch his back before turning his head that faced
her neck, his breath hitting on her warm neck, “Unfortunately, I am shameless. It is who I am and I am not
ashamed of it. I cannot help myself anymore,” Penny wondered if Bathsheba had given him something to drink
back at the house.
But Damien had not taken a drop except for the water that she had used with her…blood. Was it her blood? Or
was it the water? Or maybe it was just him.
The next second Penny didn’t know what happened. When she went to blink, her eyes closed and opened to find
herself back in Damien’s room, on the bed with Damien on top of her.
Penny’s heart started to race, her heart beating loudly and her breathing turning shallower which lowered the
small smile that had formed on Damien’s lips. Letting go of her hands immediately, he touched her face, “Are you
alright?” he asked where she failed to answer.
Worried, Damien moved away from Penny and helped her sit up while she looked dazed. When Penny finally
looked at him, she looked away to suddenly have herself being pulled in Damien’s arms, “I wouldn’t do
something you don’t like, Penelope,” he held her close with both his arms around her. This only made Penny
somewhere guilty as she felt her lips slightly tremble which she bit to stop it, “Did something happen?
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Damien held her closer if possible, unlike previously his hands were much gentler on her which weren’t holding
her wrists but her entire self. It wasn’t just his actions but also his voice which was surprisingly calm and quiet as
he asked her. Penny shook her head quickly, wanting to free herself to be pulled back, “Tell me, Penelope. Do you
find it daunting to let yourself or your feelings be entrusted to someone else?” he asked her, “You do know I
won’t let you go until you tell what is going on?”
He was sure something had happened, she had been fine until a while ago. Her eyes dilated and her breathing
slightly erratic previously had stopped suddenly where he was able to hear her heart thud and her eyes turn
almost hollow as if she were experiencing something. There was only one thing he could conclude at the
moment, for her to change her reaction suddenly with the change of place and the way it had been, Damien
wondered if someone had molested her.
“It is nothing serious,” came her voice. He slowly let her go from his arms but made sure to keep her where she
sat on the bed right now.
“Didn’t seem like nothing,” came Damien’s voice, both their eyes meeting each other, where Penny was the first
one who broke the gaze. Instead of getting angry on her, or pestering her, Damien sat looking at her as he
leaned himself back and placing one hand of his behind him.
“It is just some nightmares that surfaced up…”
“What kind of nightmares?” questioned Damien in a heartbeat. His passive-aggressiveness trying to claw and get
the information out.
Penny could feel Damien’s burning eyes on her, waiting for her to speak. Truthfully, it wasn’t anything big but
something that had happened before her mother had passed away during the time she had gone in search of the
doctor. It was just bad timing and her dream had exaggerated things that she had woken up with sweat on her
body. She didn’t even know why the memory surfaced.
“Months ago when my mother fell ill due to the sickness…I had left the village to walk on foot. The carriages there
had been stopped due to the riots that had existed with the humans trying to burn the newly turned vampires,”
said Penny, her voice two level above the sea’s waves that made noise outside the room. It was a difficult week to
a lot of them as the routes were closed and the trades had been closed by the guards which had lowered the
profit of the sellers, “By the time I reached the town where the doctor resided it was the time of noon,” Damien
intently heard the story she said, “Before I could reach the doctor’s house, I met some people who were drunk.”
“Did they do something?” asked Damien.
Penny didn’t know how to phrase it, and taking in her silence Damien’s eyes narrowed, “They only tried to corner you.”
“And?” And, thought Penny…
“It’s not what you think. I should have-”
“I am listening,” Damien insisted to hear what was going on in Penny’s head. He was curious to know what it was that got her so scared and worried.
It was a dark cloudy day, one of the most common weather of the land of Bonelake. With her mother sick, she
had gone on foot to meet the doctor her mother had recommended. Hoping he would come to see her and
wouldn’t refuse to see her sick mother. The town itself was shady to look at. It wasn’t like other towns she had
seen before. The path was covered with patchy mud slumps as if it hadn’t been fixed for a very long time. The
clothes that once used to be clean and hanging out now look tattered.
The walls appeared to be stuck with the mud, not one house clean which made her wonder about the magistrate
who was in charge of this place. She was only trying to find the house when she came across an alley street that
had a group of four men who were drunk. They had seen her coming and had stopped her from going forward.
“Look who is here,” said one of the men.
“It’s been so long since we have seen one with such good clothes. Wonder how she slipped in,” commented the other for the first one to reply.
“Who cares about that. Let’s have her.” The other two men hadn’t bothered to get up from where they sat with a
bottle in their hand which looked like they were drinking something from it. Places like those weren’t meant to be
ignored and left alone. If it weren’t for her mother she wouldn’t have gone and now it made her wonder. Her
mother wasn’t in the grave and she was alive…somewhere she knew she was. Though Damien hadn’t told it to her
in words, she knew it. She wasn’t naive about how this world worked.
They had cornered her, the smell of their breath which smelt nothing less to a dead man’s body. The very place
looked shady which was why Penny had avoided getting in the spotlight or under the light of anyone. Though
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she had managed to move away from them before she could get too far, she had heard screams in the back
She should have gone on her way than go back to see what had happened. And her first instinct was to go
search the doctor but on second thought she had gone back and now she wished she hadn’t.
“Truthfully it is not even related,” Penny said exhaling out looking at Damien looking at her, “I went back after
meeting them to see two men who were with them. One of the drunk men’s head was being ripped out. The
head dangling in the other man’s hand and it was the expression and the whole atmosphere which reeked of
death and something very evil.”
Damien ran his hand through his hair listening to this. Was she traumatized with it? But then she should have felt
it the day when he had killed the maid. Why did she remember it today and especially now?
“Wait when did you meet the doctor? I thought you brought the doctor to see your mother right away,” he
frowned remembering what she said last time to him.
“I did?” asked Penny.
“At least with what I remember. The way you told it,” he said before trying to understand the current situation,
“Why did you not tell me this before?” something just didn’t add up in Damien’s mind. Something seemed to be
Penny then frowned, “I just didn’t-” she stopped abruptly with her eyebrow furrowing deeper than any time
before, “I didn’t remember it until now,” it wasn’t because of trauma, no that couldn’t be, thought Penny to
herself. She had seen Damien with dead people at his feet and also seen him tear the maid’s head until it feebly
attached itself to the rest of the body. And she hadn’t forgotten it then why this? It was as if it had not been part
of her memory at all.
Had her memory been erased…?