Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 151 – Spaces
Penny was confused, her mind trying to reel in with what she understood and she was still trying to process
around her. She wondered if it was possible. When her eyes met Damien’s questioning ones, she asked him
, “Could you tell me what I told you? About going to the doctor’s house…”
Damien’s eyes tried to gauge what was going on but nonetheless he went to iterate what he had heard from her,
“You said you had been to the doctor’s house on foot as there was a riot taking place on the main road. Taking a
deviation before meeting him. After some time you did mention that you bought the man to the house but it had
been too late. Your mother’s health was quickly deteriorating. What happened, Penelope? Speak,” he demanded
looking at her. There was a heap of confusion that filled up her eyes.
“If my mother is alive. Is she a witch like me?” asked Penny without answering what Damien was asking. Damien’s
mouth twisted, taking in a deep breath he released to say,
“Yes,” Penny nodded her head. Not because she understood what was being told but she was still working on
understanding why her mother would d
ie to come back again. If she were a witch along with her father, why had she failed to mention it to her? Was it
not important to know who she was or what she was to be precise. It felt as if she had been living a life of lie
where she had no clue, “But she isn’t the same as you,” her eyes looked up at him with a frown
“What do you mean?” her heart started to thud back.
“I don’t know how far it is true but there’s rumored lore which hasn’t been proven until now. When a white witch
dies to reincarnate herself, her body decomposes like any other body that has to decay to turn one with the land
she had stepped on to. But this doesn’t hold the same for the black witch. When the black witch dies, her body
starts to decay and if it is the reincarnation the body doesn’t decay one bit because they make use of the same
“…she’s a black witch,” Penny finally came down to the conclusion. Her body suddenly turning cold as if someone
had thrown a bucket of water on her.
Damien hadn’t planned to tell her this early. After all, she was still learning things around her but keeping it as a
secret wasn’t going to benefit anyone. Not to him, not to her. The sooner the information to be out in the air the
better it was. With Penny’s mother who was a black witch and her father who was a white witch, things had truly
taken to another turn but there was something more to the story right now.
Penny, on the other hand, wondered what to do. She had the least expectation of her parents being part of the
creatures who people despised on a daily basis. She herself had turned out to be a white witch which she
thought was the most she could be shocked but with her mother being a black witch, she didn’t know what to
conclude the life she had lived so far.
“What if the lore is false and untrue. Somethings are only made up to change the course of her person’s mind.”
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“You don’t mean to say the white witches are on the wrong. That would be a plot twist in the history of the witches,” he commented to see her shake her head.
“No, that is not what I mean…” the person she had loved and whom she had been loved back, her mother who
had passed away, how could she be a black witch? Black witches were not known to be good. Throughout the
years, it was mentioned over and over again in the history of books on how vile the black witches were. Hunting
, killing, cutting people for their own use of the potions and the lack of understanding on how to co-exist with
the others. Penny then realized there was Bathsheba who was helping her or helping only because of Damien,
“My mother was a good woman.”
Damien didn’t know if the girl was trying to assure him or assure herself after finding out about her mother. Not
being subtle in the slightest, he said,
“Black witches are not to be trusted. You might be a good actress with chiseling the skill over the months but
they, the black witches are born to be sweet talkers to get what they want,” he saw Penny get upset over his
She went to defend, “You do not know my mother, Master Damien. If you haven’t met her you shouldn’t be so
quick to judge.”
“You will be surprised to know the amount of time I have been right. Truth is bitter and it hurts but it is what it is.
You cannot change it.”
“Maybe but to be too quick to judge it isn’t fair. Bathsheba might be a witch but you take her help because you
have placed the unknowing trust in her.
If you didn’t you wouldn’t have taken her there.”
Damien laughed at what she said, “Is that what it seems like? Oh, little mouse. Her neck loosely hangs in my
hands where I can rip it off at any time. The woman knows to keep favor which I have granted so generously,” he
stood up from the bed where Penny had to raise her head up to look at Damien as she sat on the bed, “There are
a few laws in nature like the sun rises from the east. The birds fly during the time of cold. Things that have been
going on for years which you cannot change. Unless you turn out to be a powerful witch where you can change
the very law which has been laid down for all of us. The vampires live on blood no matter how many other
delicacies of food they eat. Humans’ downfall is the very spark of greed that lights up in their hearts and the
witches who are never to be trusted, especially the black witch.”
“You don’t trust me either,” Penny confronted him.
“White witches maybe but the black witches no. And when it comes to you, you are the only exception I take and
no one else gets that exception,” he replied with the same vigor as her.
How was she supposed to reply to that? Every time he spoke anything about her, he left words where he
appreciated her, making her feel special over and over again. This pureblooded vampire claimed to have fallen
for her, how much was it true?
“Don’t judge me, Penelope,” Damien was very good at reading facial expressions that passed by. Be it humans,
vampires or the witches, he had the skill to read and decipher what was going on on their mind, “Would you like
me to show you how to dedicated I can be?” he placed his knee and one hand on the bed to have his face in
front of hers. Going back to the subject which had been raised since they arrived back, he pulled back slightly to
“Why did you want me to repeat things you told me yourself?” he asked her.
Penny gulped softly, trying to wet her lips which had dried, “Do witches have the power to erase memory?”
Damien’s brows furrowed hearing this.
“What was the memory that was missing?” he asked her.
She recollected back what she had gone through in her mind, “I didn’t realize it before but some of my memories
are missing. They aren’t blurry because of the time that has passed but because they had been removed.”
“Missing memories? Never heard of it before. Going to Bathsheba right now is not feasible and we will have to
hold our trip there for some time until the witch hunter decides to leave. Though there is one person who might
help us. The problem is that she never takes visitors,” he said thinking about the witch who the council kept an
eye on while also taking her help, “What were the missing fragments?”
“I didn’t notice it before but there are blank spaces now as I try to remember them. A lot of blank spaces.”
“Before my mother passed away,” Penny refused to believe that her mother had anything to do with it after all
she was the only person she was in contact with. Or had she done it for her own good? This only made her
question more and she heard Damien ask,
“You might not like to hear it but it appears that your mother tampered your memories without fixing it and
letting it be. My guess is that after your ability got triggered, there must have been some changes that took place
in your body that opened the locked memory which you had forgotten and had no access to.”
Penny tried to remember the time before and after meeting the doctor. She remembered going to the doctor’s
house. Knocking on the door as she tapped the metal that was nailed on the main door of the house. But the
more she tried to remember the farther the memories turned out to be. She couldn’t remember what happened
after knocking the door which daunted her more than anything.
Why wasn’t she able to remember anything?!
Suddenly she felt Damien’s hand on her own hand, “Calm down,” and upon his one word, her heart started to go
back to its normal state, “Don’t panic. You are here safe and whatever that was removed from your memory will
return but in time. Okay?”
Penny nodded her head, “Master Damien?”
“Do you think I will be able to see her again? My mother.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 152 – Black witch’s day- Part 1
Wearing the hooded cloak which people often wore along with the scarf that covered her face, Bathsheba
stepped out of her house. Locking the house, she started to walk away and towards the heart of the town which
wasn’t far from her house was situated. But that was not where the black witch was heading to. She continued to
walk, passing the bustling crowd that had formed at the early hours of the day as they hustled to work and
continue with their day usual.
Humans, thought the black witch as her good eyes scanned them without letting them know that she was
looking at them. In one’s eyes, it would have looked as if the lady was looking down and walking but even with
her eyes shut half closed she could see them clearer than they could see her. Human lives were limited, like a
little box that was contained to live and survive without knowing what was there beyond the box. Some stupid
while some highly intelligent.
They came in all flavors, which was why they were highly amusing but at the same, they were what got the nature
of these lands balanced. If it weren’t for the existence of the vampires, the pureblooded vampires would have
killed the rest of the species to survive. After all, they were the only ones who could drink each other’s blood
while still continue to survive.
Humans were stupid because of the percentage in which where they could be swayed easily. They were
immensely fickle-minded than the black witches which made it that much easier to sell each other out for their
“Good afternoon, Arien,” a woman was walking by stopped her and she smiled back, an easy-going smile which
was as harmless as a feather.
“Good afternoon, Mariah. I see you are done with your groceries today. Did you get it from the vendor who lives
on the other side of the town?” asked Bathsheba politely.
The woman looked down at her hands where she was carrying the vegetables, nodding her head she said, “I sure
did. It should be enough for the week. Are you going there too?”
“Yes. They have cheaper vegetables being sold which I can afford,” if there was one thing the black witch had
learned, it was to blend in with the other humans. To have meager conversations of the things they were used to
and bored to do, yet they would speak about it numerous times.
“Have the prices lowered further?” she asked to receive a look of a frown from the human female.
“Why would the prices lower?” she asked curiously, “Not a penny less but it is good to know that this store has
more to offer than take. But who knows when he will raise his prices over the vegetables and other daily goods
like the one in our village.
Bathsheba nodded her head, exchanging a small between each other, she started to walk towards the place
where the other man sold his groceries. Truthfully it didn’t matter to Bathsheba where she bought her groceries.
The main reason she sought out to this person wasn’t just to hide from the prying eyes of the villagers who were
often curious but also because there was a secret which only she was aware of.
Walking up to the store she saw a young girl collecting the change she had given money to the man, carrying it
she crossed Bathsheba with a smile. Young age, thought Bathsheba to herself. Girls of that age often fell in love
quickly with the humans or be it with the witcher man who was selling the groceries in front of her. His were
silver bleach in color, his nose pointed and his eyebrows raised.
“Do you plan to marry her?” asked the black witch to the man who saw the young human walking on her way
“Why do you ask?” the man who was also a black witch after shifting his gaze from the young maiden to this
rotten black witch.
“If you don’t plan to marry her don’t string her along. Haven’t you heard the curse of human love?” it was an old
saying which often went by or came up when a witch meddled in the human’s life. Most of the witches were
superstitious. A saying that went by that the humans were the ultimate doom who would cause the downfall and
death of the witches. The doom was already written by default but with the humans in the equation, it only made
it far worse as if inviting trouble.
“It is an old saying, Bathsheba. And who has told not I plan to leave her…”
Bathsheba turned her eyebrows up. Was he in love with the girl? How laughable, thought the black witch to
herself, “A black witch never falls in love. What happened to that? You will only use her before throwing her as if
she were nothing.”
“Not every story has to turn out the same,” answered back the man.
“It doesn’t,” Bathsheba said, picking up the leafy vegetables that were placed for display. She inspected the
vegetable closely before it changed its color from green to dark brown, making it look like it had been decaying
for four to five days now, “Everything comes to an end, Gillum. A lot of things have fixed things that follow suit.
Stop luring her in here before you put her in your own jeopardy. It will not only save her but also yourself.”
“Have you never had feelings for the other creatures? Ours are very vile to like,” and she couldn’t agree any less
to it. Even their own kind wouldn’t like someone of their kind and would rather look at the other creatures if one sought the affection of like or love.
“There is plenty to like but I had rather want to put my energy in saving my neck than saving the other ones,”
hearing this the man shook his head in disappointment like she was missing on something important in life but
the black witch was much smarter who had saved herself during countless occasions where the others would
have failed to only be burnt in the middle of the town.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 153 – Black witch’s day- Part 2
aking the vegetables she had come for while also picking up other things which were for her own use and not for
the humans, she started to walk back home again whilst her eyes scanned in and around to see if the witch
hunter had been tailing her like before. One wrong move in front of the people and ti would result in nothing but
When four days passed by and Bathsheba went to look for the male witch again to receive some of the supplies
than going to the black market and drawing herself attention, she stopped in the middle. Her footsteps pausing
where she saw both the human girl as well as the black witch, Gillum were caught by the guards of the village.
“Tell us who else do you have here along with you?” asked one of the village men who had tied the witch up and
also the girl as she shook her head trying to deliver something from her mouth which barely passed through her
When the witcher’s eyes met Bathsheba’s, she didn’t blink away but continued to stare at him to hear him say,
“It’s just me,” black witches were often known to sell their own kind which was why it was easy to spot and find
the others who loved in the same vicinity.
“Burn this person! Burn the girl along!” said the other man and the girl looked in horror.
“Papa, please!” she pleaded crying out to the older man but the man refused to even acknowledge her presence.
Bathsheba tched under her breath, how shameful for the man to know that his very daughter was involved with
the witch, “I didn’t know!” of course. How would the girl know, she thought to herself. Humans dived and dipped
in the matter of love so deep that they refused to understand the logic of how things ran.
It was to the point where they turned blind but everyone turned bind at one certain point in their lives.
“I did not know. I didn’t know anything about him!” the girl continued to plead her father who continued to
ignore her. Bathsheba caught the look of hurt that crossed over the black witch, Gillum for what his love interest
had to say. The girl who adored him four days ago now refused to accept that she shared the same feelings as
him. At this point even if the witcher wanted to save her using all his might, his very belief in the word of love
evaporated. Maybe if the girl had shown a little more courage things could have turned. Not positively sure but
in a sense of maybe but who had so much of time.
Both the witcher and the human girl were burnt with the witness of the villagers and some of the passerby’s.
This, in turn, brought light to the matter which was brought in a few days ago by councilman Damien and the girl
who he had bought along with him. White witch.
The chances of longevity in white witches were more than with black witches when it came to being in a
relationship. But then did it matter? Sooner or later, everything led to the path of death. The most famous
example was the death of Damien’s aunt. The great white witch who was considered to surpass the previous
laurels of the other white witch but death struck her with no mercy. It was always good to be hidden and to live a
path of solitude. At least that guaranteed some kind of increase in the years the witches lived.
Bathsheba didn’t find joy like the humans to see the girl and Gillum die in front of her eyes. As much as she was a
black witch, there was a part of her that was compassionate which was what set her apart from the rest of her kind.
Going back to her home, she caught the movement from the corner of her eyes. Catching to see the man who
had started to fall her again. Damien was right. People like him always returned back with much more
preparation as their doubt never faded away. Witch hunters were really troublesome.
Walking with the same space as she did as if she were not affected. she had other things to do than pay heed to
him. With the wonderful acting of Penelope, she doubted she would have to worry about him but this one was a
pest. Opening the lock of the door, she stepped inside and locked it. Keeping her ear close to the door to hear if someone was walking by the door or had stepped forward.
Hearing nothing out there, she went to place the things she had bought from the local market. Thinking back on
what just happened, her mind almost unaffected by it, her thoughts shifted to the black witch and the white witch couple.
Penelope’s parents. With the air clear on who her parents were, the next question that arose was why and what
happened to her father. White witches weren’t suicidal- if they died there was a reason behind it. Because there
was always a reason.
And why did the black witch resurrect herself if it was possible unless she wasn’t dead to begin with. It appeared
like a wonderful mystery on what might have happened but at the same time, she wondered…wondering what
was their story. If they had fallen in love or had someone betrayed another. With the number of possibilities, Bathsheba’s mouth watered at the thought of it.
At the same time, Bathsheba heard a knock on the main door stilling her thoughts.
Was it the witch hunter? the black witch couldn’t say but if it was, it seemed like he was trying to press his nose
where it didn’t belong. It wasn’t the first time a witch hunter had tried to tail her. She wondered if she should cut
that nose of his, maybe then it would stop bothering her.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 154 – Hunter X Witch – Part 1
Eugene had been convinced in the beginning since the time he had met the other woman in the village which
resided next to the Isle valley. He had taken for the word that the beautiful woman he had come across was a
human who was getting married to a pureblooded vampire. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for vampires to take
humans as their partners but the only sad part being the humans didn’t live too long. Not because of the
mortality but because of the humans often well ill and died at an early age or time right after the wedding.
The witch hunter would have agreed to every word but after he left the village in search of the next witch there
was something that had been hovering over his mind. It was the darn windows he couldn’t get his mind off which
had been closed shut and hadn’t been cleaned.
The next time he had returned when the woman had left he had hovered over the house again. Looking around
and walking through to find burnt ash that had trailed towards the forest. It was very little but something that
had caught his eye. He who was skilled and had a piece of good knowledge about the witches, it didn’t take him too long to know that this woman was not any ordinary witch.
He could be wrong that someone had set her up which many witches did to throw the hunters off but if she
really was a black witch, then that would mean there was more than one witch in here. The woman who had
spoken to him, the one with green eyes who was as beautiful as this one.
Wanting to talk to the person again, he decided to follow her. His footsteps were discreet but not enough as it
had caught the attention of Bathsheba before she went to her house and locked the door.
Eugenie himself knew that the woman had been alerted which only made him that much more suspicious about
her. With the humans who were not on this part of the village as most of them were at the heart of the village
witnessing the death of the human girl and the black witch who had been caught. Going to stand at the front of
the house, he readying the ax he carried behind his back which was covered and hidden.
Raising his hand he knocked on the door, where the woman who went by the name Airen opened the door to him.
Bathsheba, on the other hand, knew the man would come to stand at the front of her door. Opening the door, she gave him a look as if she weren’t expecting him.
“Airen?” asked the man as if to confirm it was her. He appeared to be in his early thirties, his brown hair standing straight on his head.
“Yes? How many I help you?” asked Bathsheba as she took in the witch hunters’ appearance.
“I had something to ask you, your sister. Does she live here?”
“She only recently moved from here.”
“Ah, I see,” the man nodded his head as if trying to grasp while looking slightly disappointed that he couldn’t see
the girl, he then smiled to ask, “Do you mind if I step inside for a glass of water?”
Bathsheba knew that all the man was looking for was confirmation about her existence being a witch. It was a
double-edged sword where bringing refusing would mean raising his very suspicion while inviting him in would
let the man see what was there in the house.
But the black witch was brave and cunning. Just because she wasn’t able to fool the councilman whom she owed
her life as he had spared hers while taking and giving equal information and things which worked both ways, it
didn’t necessarily mean she was a good person, “Please come in,” she smiled at him, pushing the door furthe
r open so that he would step inside the house.
It was a routine for her to clean everything before she left the house which was why right now the living room
and kitchen looked as good as a human household would. The potions and other vessels with ingredients hidden
“Thank you, my name is Eugene,” he introduced himself, “I was hoping to meet her as I met her last time but it
seems like I missed the opportunity. How are your wedding plans coming along? I heard you are getting married.
You must be brave,” there was a hidden meaning in there which was intended for the black witch.
The witches, hunters, and vampires had always been on a run of cat and mouse chase for a very long time.
Though many knew that hunters sought and killed the witches, there were some hunters who often killed the
lone vampires. After all, in the end everyone wanted their own race to prevail while the others bow down at them.
“Brave?” asked Bathsheba wanting to know what he meant by it. Both the black witch and the hunter knew what
the other was while also having an inkling that the other might already know who they were, testing the very
same for confirmation.
“Yes, it is not many go to get married to a vampire. Especially knowing the vampire nature and their very
dynamics when it comes to the humans being their food source…that is why you are brave,” said Eugene.
The witch hunter walked in, looking at the living room which looked clean. Maybe extra clean which made him
wonder if it had only been cleaned before she had left home. His eyes taking in the objects that were in there
while he took a seat on the wooden chair.
“He is a handsome man, I couldn’t refuse his proposal,” Bathsheba smiled. Her face still covered with an opaque
veil as she went to fetch water for him.
“Of course. Good looking man,” replied Eugene with his eyebrows that were raised as they scanned the room
before shifting it on the woman. Her movements were delicate as she walked around, fetching a glass and filling it with water, “Good men are hard to find.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 155 – Hunter X Witch – Part 2
That is why one needs to marry when they find a good one,” Bathsheba responded back.
“By the words, I would say you are in love.”
“It might be so,” the woman turned to him, a small blush on her visible cheek and her eyes cast down before they
looked up at him. With her agreeing to almost everything he said while trying to stay neutral, it was another
thing which he caught on. His eyes slightly narrowed at her, a woman who was playing safe.
Eugene was ready to catch hold of the glass of water which Bathsheba shared but the glass never reached his
fingers. Before he could even touch it, the glass was dropped from the witch’s hand which fell in slow motion
. And even though the glass fell down before cracking into many pieces as it touched the ground, both the witch
and the hunter had their eyes on each other. It was plausible to think whether the man would drink the water if
the glass reached him. With his suspicion, the easiest kill was to serve the person something in their drink or food.
Suddenly a clank of sound could be heard in the house and i
f someone was outside the door they could have heard it too. The witch hunter had his gun against the witch’s knife,
“Aren’t you a little too hasty? Pulling out the gun so quickly,” Bathsheba smiled as they pushed each other with
their weapons in hand, not giving each other an opportunity to move and give an open kill. With the sudden
movements, Bathsheba’s cover had been blown out with her veil coming off her face to show her true nature.
“Says the one who pulled the knife. You little bitch, I knew something was off about you and this place,” said
Eugene looking at the scarred face of her. But it wasn’t just scared. Her face showed the scaly features which were dark in color that resembled a reptile.
“Aren’t you a little slow for a hunter?” the black witch smiled, the craziness showing up in her eyes. Like a
bloodthirsty animal that was going to enjoy ripping this man out. She pushed the man with enough force while
using her leg to kick him right across his chest which made his back hit the wall and fall down on the ground
before he stood up. Aiming his gun he took a shot at her where the witch dodged before opening the door from
behind which has been concealed from outside. Slipping away and escaping him.
Eugene was hot on her tail, running to follow her.
The man didn’t care if the others were alerted after all a human was never shunned. Especially a hunter who was
hunting the very same creatures who the humans were afraid and disliked the most. If people found out it would
only lead as a trap to the black witch which would be that much easier to catch and kill her in a group. A witch
never stood a chance after her identity was exposed to many people who would hunt her. Be it a white witch or a black witch.
But this black witch had some brains to take the fight somewhere else while she tried to escape. Who knew that there was another escape route in the house apart from the main door!
Bathsheba was at a disadvantage as she had nothing but a knife on her with a potion of bottle she often carried
with herself. For someone like her who was trying to blend in with the humans and to fade away without
anyone’s notice, she had a lot of human things adorning her house than the items a black witch would possess.
With the limited things, she made use of whatever she got but her feet weren’t too helpful. She had no
broomstick to fly and escape and the only thing she could do is to-a gunshot came right towards her which she had to dodge.
With the agitation of fight or flight in her body, Bathsheba’s entire body had turned to one to be a complete
black witch which no more adorned the beautiful face she had a few moments ago. Her entire body had changed
to look cracked yet scaly, her eyes which were of human color had turned to one of green that was pale in color.
The forest had a lot of trees but with the winter heading close and the change in climate from the rain, the leaves
that belonged to the trees in the forest had withered away. Leafless looking trees that were bald and bare looking.
The man continued to shoot her where the black witch dodged over and over again until it finally stopped.
Hearing no footsteps following her with her hand clutched tightly at the front of her dress, she turned around to see him not there. Had she lost him?
That couldn’t be true though, she had heard and met many witch hunters before and if there was one thing true
about the witch hunters, it was that they never gave up. Suddenly the sound of arrow swishing and cutting
through the air from above-made way towards her at full speed. Before it could hit her chest, Bathsheba held it in
her hand, a smile appearing on her lips.
The smile didn’t stay long as a bullet quickly made it’s way from the other side like a whisper in the air and hit her
in her chest making her stumble. Her feet going unsteady with the sudden impact, she staggered.
“You witches are so easy to catch. Is stupidity something that flows in your blood?” came the voice of the hunter
from where the bullet was fired from the gun, “Did you think I wouldn’t have thought about you escaping and
coming here?” scoffed the hunter, walking towards her from a good distance while Bathsheba tried to touch her
hand to her chest. The black blood started to pour gently out of her chest. Warmblood started to stick to her
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 156 – Trapped- Part 1
Eugene played with his gun, twirling it around in his finger before catching hold of it steadily. He could see the
blood that was oozing out of her body and he had hit her right in the right side of her chest which was where the
witch’s heart laid, unlike the normal humans whose heart resided on the left side of their chest.
The black witch fell down on the wet ground which was smudged with the loose soil after the previous day’s rain
in the forest. Eugene could tell that the witch was going to die but to be on the safer side as he was taught by his
people, it was better to cut the head off the body.
Reaching where she was, he caught hold of her by pulling the back of her head making her groan. She looked
helpless, “I must say you both did throw me off for a few days but you cannot escape a hunter’s nose.”
“Is it because you are a dog?” asked the black witch, her eyes squinted closed because of the pain.
Eugene stared at the witch wondering how long she had before she died. Though he had aimed at her heart, he
was sure he had grazed only half of it. He liked the half-dead fish and half-alive.
He picked up his gun, placing it in her mouth to say, “I should blow your fucking brains out. What do you
think about it?” he laughed when he saw the terror in her eyes, “That’s right. Did your little pea-sized brain finally
catch it?” hearing her mumble something he pulled out the gun from her mouth.
When the witch spoke this time, there was a slur in her speech as her once human tongue had changed to a
tongue which belonged to a snake that slithered in and out of her mouth, “I haven’t done anything to you. Let
me go free and we’ll forget anyone had anything to do with each other.”
“The dreams one has,” the hunter looked away from her as if he was looking at something else in the woods and
not her, “I am a hunter, not a preacher to let you go for the sin you have committed.”
“I have done nothing like that. I have continued to live without causing any trouble-”
“That is what you say but can you tell that you forgot to turn your friend in when he started to bribe the human!”
the man pulled the back of her hair further making her grimace, “You stood there watching quietly doing
nothing. Witches and humans don’t get along, you know why? Because witches make use of humans.”
“Not everyone is like that. People are different,” the black witch gritted her teeth in pain which bought joy to the hunter’s eyes.
“So you say but you cannot let go of that filthy nature of yours.” The black witch opened her eyes at his words,
looking up at him which made him look annoyed at her, “What are you looking at?”
Bathsheba smiled, her smile growing before it turned one to a chuckle, “Were you betrayed by my kind that turned you this bitter?” seeing his anger swirl she smiled, “You should know every creature has two different kinds that-”
“Shut up before I blow you up,” he placed his gun right on her forehead, “Every kind has a similar trait. Greed
runs thick in the humans, the thirst for power that is high in the pureblooded vampires, and the witches who are
selfish in nature,” Eugene didn’t follow with the black and white code in life. There was no good or bad but that
everything was categorized as one being and in this case witches were all bad. They were creatures who brough
t ill omens to the others around them. Killing and plaguing the people with nothing but death.
It was one or two cases. Every person he had come across had met their death thanks to the witches. And it didn’t matter if it was a black witch or a white witch.
Four years ago, his best friend had fallen for a woman. A woman who spoke very less and didn’t mingle with
people around and that was something that had caught his friend’s eyes. They fell in love, married and the next
day he had found his friend’s body sprawled on the ground. Dead in the house with the bride who had gone
missing, it didn’t take people much time to figure out what had happened. Especially with the boiling pot and potions that decorated the dead man’s house.
He wished he had seen it coming but with love in the air, many had shrugged it off or had failed to look into it
deeper. Eugene had lost his friend, a person who was dear to him. He had made a folly but it wouldn’t happen again.
“Before I kill you, tell me where can I find this sister of yours…” Eugene knew that if the girl had helped this black
witch, there was a high chance that she was a witch too. Green eyes, “Tell me where she is and I will see if I can lessen your pain.”
Bathsheba stared at the man, her eyes unwavering which were of slits. Unblinking she said, “Are you going to hunt her down after me? She’s a human let her go,” said the witch.
Eugene shook his head, “A witch is a witch, no matter how much she or you hide your true nature. It will be
exposed one day,” the black witch’s eyes started to flutter closed and open as if her body was slowly giving up
with the loss of blood, “Tell me quick. I have other things to do than spend useless time with a person like yourself,” he smiled down at her.
Eugene didn’t feel the slightest remorse and he wouldn’t feel it even after he would be done with her. Witches
were meant to die, to not exist as it was something that didn’t balance with the humans. They were like
unnecessary weeds that had grown and needed to be pulled out.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 157 – Trapped- Part 2
“I know she is a witch. A smart one I should say, were you there that day? You should have been there when I
came in search of you. How funny and here I thought you weren’t there and almost bought the story that was
told. A good bunch of actors trying to stray me off my path,” Eugene chuckled, “Hurry up now, you little witch.
Where can I find this sister of yours? I will be sure to hunt her once I am done with you.”
“In heaven,” answered Bathsheba making the man give her a confused look and she then continued, “Not the
place you will be going,” and with that, Bathsheba hit his face from the bottom and took a step back to kick him
on the side of his face.
The hunter hit his body on the tree and fell down on the ground. He looked up at her even more confused, his
eyes darting towards her face and then her chest where the blood continued to flow down her chest, dirtying the front of her dress.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Bathsheba gave him a sweet smile which didn’t look sweet at all with her current black
witch features, “Calling one an idiot without gathering enough facts. How pitiful,” she tched, “Did you think I
would die that easily? I made some preparations beforehand. Though it is quite sad that you did not take the
drink I offered you. All you had to do was drink the offered water and leave but nosy hunters never listen do they. Wondering why I am not dead yet?”
The huntsmen picked up his gun, clutching on it and pulling the trigger for it to only make snapping sounds with
no bullets. He had used every bullet inside and had to reload it before using it on her. Without waiting for time,
he pulled out his bow and arrow that was hanging behind his back. Aiming the arrow right at her.
“You know what is the main error that the humans cause on himself? Believing that he knows everything and he
is in a superior position than the rest in the world. Do you know what your foolishness was? To think I was a naive
black witch with no knowledge about your kind of people. I am much older than you thi-” the man released an
arrow at her and she stepped away from it, letting the arrow pierce through the air and hit itself to the trunk of the tree behind.
“I aimed your heart and you lost blood,” murmured the man confused at the sight of how she looked agile right
now. Just a few minutes ago she had been struggling and was in pain, how was she standing up unaffected now?
Bathsheba didn’t bother to explain to him before he could draw out another arrow, she ran right towards him with her knife in her hand. The man stopped her, blocking her from attacking him with his bow and twisting it when she tried to get through him.
Eugene used her twisted hand in the bow to ram her against the tree over and over again before he could jab her with the arrow he had pulled out from behind the black witch took her knife stealthily and pushed it to his chest. Twisting it as she saw him struggle to push her hand away.
“Don’t think you will be let off e-easily for this,” said the hunter as he continued to struggle, “The higher-ups will
know what you have done and will come for you. The person in charge of the witches. They will come after both
of you,” he threatened her.
Bathsheba had no words to spare for him apart from smiling, “Then I better kill you sooner,” she pulled the knife out before slitting his throat, blood spurted out from his neck on her.
Once his body stopped moving she dropped him on the ground. The black witch had been meticulous and if
there was a reason why she was still alive, unlike her other sisters who fell for the trap, she had been extremely
careful all this while. Mingling and blending with humans like them. But she knew about the witch hunters which
was why a few weeks ago, she had pushed her heart to the other side where the human’s heart resided instead of keeping it in the right.
She used her feet to check his signs, seeing him not move from where she stood, she looked around the forest while keeping her ears open for any signs that they were being watched or followed.
It was truly sad about how the man had died. She wasn’t exactly fond of killing people but she had to survive.
Once she had fixed his body where no one would ever find while it would take its time to decompose, she walked
away from the village. It wasn’t safe anymore to go back and it was better to move to another place than be caught and killed.
Unfortunately, while Bathsheba thought herself to be smart. There was another witch watching them who had
perched themselves on a tree, looking discreetly as the talk and fight took place.
When Bathsheba took the body, dragging the dead man to hide him elsewhere, the person who was on the tree
jumped down. Straightening their body as a sinister smile came to form on the lips of painted red lips. The
woman had brown eyes and black hair, her body petite figure and her dressing that appeared to be one of a commoner.
“Well, what did we have here. Witch hunters coming here?” spoke the woman, her voice that appeared to be
young, “I should probably step to another land before coming back. But of course, not before setting this one
up,” smiled the woman, her eyes shining as her tongue slithered in and out of her mouth.
With that constant smile, she walked away from the scene of a murder that had taken place a few moments ago
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 158 – Bunny apple- Part 1
In the mansion of Quinn. The clouds continued to hover thickly in the sky as the cold wind blew in the evening
where there was still light. With the arrival of Winter which was right around the corner, the temperature had
dipped far lower where if it weren’t for the heat coming from the walls and the fireplaces, the humans would
have frozen and died due to cold.
It was one of the advantages for the lowly servants who worked in the mansions which belonged to the higher
society of people as it gave them the necessary shelter which their own home lacked to give them.
When the time of dinner arrived, Quinn’s and Penny entered the dining room to settle themselves. Then the food
arrived in the room like any other time but Penny couldn’t stop but stare at it.
The food platter she was served by the maid wasn’t the food she was used to eating. She had never tried
something like this which made her wonder if it was some kind of delicacy. It was raw meat, not medium-cooked
or rare but actual raw meat which looked as if the meat had been just cut and put on the plate. The blood on it
looked fresh. Penny felt nauseous and didn’t know what to do with the plate but to keep it back on the ground without touching it.
“The rate has only increased, I don’t know what the others are doing when there have been deaths one after another. We are in an era of death,” commented Damien’s father.
“Sometimes it makes me wonder if the council works at all. Seeing Damien hanging here in the mansion in his
room, he must have a lot of time to play house,” his step-mother taunted at him which he took no offense but smiled.
“Don’t be jealous, mother. I am sure father spoils you enough in the bedroom than what I do to my pet.”
Maggie bit on her food very slowly hearing this, her eyes lifting up to look at the reaction of others. Her father
appeared to have a blank expression which could be considered to be neutral. Her younger half-blooded sister
who was as good as a step-sister looked in shock and so did her step-mother who had a mix of shock and embarrassment.
“You need to fix that crude language of yours, Damien,” Fleaurance said to him, her voice sharp as if
reprimanding him. Damien who had been cutting the apple on his plate paused to cock his head.
“Crude? It would be crude if I said you and father have plenty of time fucking each other behind the doors of the
bedroom. But I said nothing like that, instead, it was put very subtly,” even Penny could feel the second-hand embarrassment from where she sat.
“Damien!” his mother yelled at him, “Don’t you have table manners? Why are you not saying anything?” she said looking at her husband for some help.
“Damien, behave,” said the man before saying in a low voice which wasn’t low enough as everyone heard it, “Talking further will only spur him more.”
“That doesn’t mean he speaks like that about us!” the elder vampires wasn’t happy. With what Penny knew
Damien’s father was one of the most relaxed men which were understandable as one needed the patience to handle such deranged family.
It made Penny wonder if he really was this patient or if it was just a farce. Most of the people, in general, were
good at controlling their emotions, “Start filtering what you say, Damien. You will be the shame of Quinn.”
“Don’t have to worry about that,” Damien was quick to respond to her words.
Penny who was drinking a glass of water to fill her stomach, she saw a plate being passed to her by Damien.
There were apples that were cut in cute bunny-shaped. He didn’t look at her but continued to converse with his
step-mother. Penny wasn’t sure if people in the room noticed the apples when he passed them to her.
“So how is sex life? Still, the same before you had Grace or has it become worse?” Damien continued, “I have a
book that has different positions. Apparently, it was created by the witches which will be useful for virile-” a loud
screech came from the chair the woman was sitting and she left the room without another word.
Master Damien sure aced in the art of embarrassing people around him thought Penny to herself.
Before his father could say something, Damien said, “She will be alright. But I was serious if you need the book…” he said for his father to sigh.
“Pass it on to me later,” both his daughters snapped their head to look at their father. Penny could tell that the man was subtle but it wasn’t hard to know where Damien’s shamelessness stemmed from. Not touching the plate of meat that dripped with blood, she ate the bunny apples which Damien had cut out for her.
The rest of his family though had been distracted with Damien’s suggestion on using the book, they caught sight
of the plate which Damien passed to the girl. It was definitely not normal for a master to cut apples for his slave,
at least that is what Grace knew of and it was the other way around, where the slave was the one who cut fruits to
feed his or her owner. With narrowed eyes, she looked at Penny. Her mouth twisting before she went back to eating her food.
Maggie, on the other hand, looked carefully at her brother who was eating his food.
“Something on my face?” he asked her to which she shook her head.
“I didn’t know you were crafty with the fruits. Where did you learn it?” his older sister asked him as cut into the meat.
“Just one of my many talents,” he smirked without actually answering her directly. He picked up another apple, starting to cut it under his family’s gaze where he sat there unbothered.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 159 – Bunny apple- Part 2
Penny bit into the apple as it was the only edible food she could have while she tried to not look at the other plate that was in front of her.
“It appears to look as if you are her slave more than she being yours. Has she wrapped you around your finger?”
Grace asked Damien without looking up at him, smiling to herself, “Father you should be careful with brother
Dami. You never know what he might do if he falls in love with her.” It wasn’t foreign for an owner to take care of
their pets but it wasn’t exactly appreciated in the society. Penny wasn’t a slave who bared no mark of the slave
establishment but it was something people didn’t know of. Right now, she was a girl who was being cared for by Damien though not directly.
“Always so interested in what I do. I wonder if you have something to do apart from picking on your siblings. Oh,
wait I forgot you didn’t have a life of your own,” Damien retorted back cooly.
“What can I say, you’re my family. I have to watch out for you as Sister Maggie doesn’t dare to cross lines with
you,” Grace raised her head to smile at him and her older sister, “No offense sister, but you never speak anything to him.”
“That might be because I have no issue with what he does unlike you who has a problem with what he does.
Excuse me,” Lady Maggie stood up from her seat after she was done dabbing her lips. Walking around the table
she went to her father, to kiss his cheek and say, “I will be going to meet Mrs. Ryker. She has trouble with her daughter’s governess.”
“To teach?” her father’s voice turned curt.
“No, just to supervise. Don’t worry father I won’t be the governess,” and even as she assured it to her father by
standing to his side, Penny could tell that the vampiress was holding in something she wanted to say. It was as if
Lady Maggie wanted to take part in the job of being governess and Penny personally thought she should as she
had been teaching her well. It seemed like Quinn’s family didn’t like the girls of their family to work outside for
anyone. It was frowned and looked down.
“Hmm,” her father hummed and she walked out of the room.
Penny who was sitting with the apples decided to eat as quickly as she could hoping she could step out of this
room too. It was as if every meal in this room had friction between the siblings coming up and out. With that thought, as discreetly as possible she ate the fruit one after another.
His father then said, “You should stop pampering the slave, Damien. Your sister is right. We don’t want you being
played and twisted,” the man looked at Penny, his eyes starting to judge and at the same time she felt the piece
of the apple she had bit in to get stuck in her throat before she swallowed, “There have been many cases of
slaves turning their owners to puppets to the point where the owners have killed entire family just by the word of
the slave. You already have experienced what a slave is capable of with your dear friend.”
“Don’t worry father. I love my family to not kill them at least not you and Maggie. The rest I cannot assure though
with or without the slave in the picture,” he looked at Grace who was easy to rile up.
Grace turned to her father with worried eyes, “He threatens right in front of you, father. I sometimes worry where he will kill me and call it to be an accident.”
“You know father you should put the girl in the theater. She would turn out to be the finest actress but then she lacks enough talent to be one,” Damien took another jab.
“I was hoping to have a peaceful breakfast. Is it hard for both of you to get along? And Grace, don’t be rude to
your siblings. We all know Damien only says it but it doesn’t mean he will hurt his family intentionally unless you do something to him.”
Grace laughed, one of mock and she threw her napkin on the table, “You are siding with him. Always taking his
side. Let me show you,” getting up from her table, she walked towards Penny who was sitting on the floor. Before
she could reach the slave, a knife flew across her which touched the end of the other wall that had her stop suddenly from walking forward.
“Do something to her and I will assure you, you will not see the day. Don’t touch things that belong only to me,”
Damien’s words allowed no further argument but Grace was yet to get what he meant.
The young vampiress turned around to speak to her father, “See? This is what I meant. Why is he so close with his slave?”
“If you want to be my slave, I have a spare spot for you,” his voice chimed which irritated his half-blood sister.
“I had rather die.”
“I had be happy if you did. You should just do it than be a pain to all of us,” he responded back. By the time they
were bickering, Damien’s father used the napkin on the table and left the room without another word. After all, it
was another sibling fight which he let the children resolve things among themselves. Right now he had an upset wife in the room who he had to speak to.
“One day I will have her alone and see what I do to her,” Grace gritted her teeth, “You cannot keep protecting that toy of yours.”
“I hope that day never comes for your own benefit,” Damien replied to see his sister walk away from the dining
room leaving him and Penny seated with the butler standing with the bowl in his hand which had been asked to
mix further with the meat sauce by the young vampires during the meal.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 160 – Possessive master- Part 1
Later that day in Damien’s room, Penelope sat staring at him from the corner of her eyes while he continued to
read a book in his hand. With her having nothing to do, Penny sat quietly in the room but she was bored. She
didn’t know how long she could stay like this doing nothing.
“I love the adoration you have towards me. I don’t think any women have ever seen me with so much love as you
do,” Damien commented lifting his eyes up from the book he was reading to feel the continuous gaze coming from the girl he had marked
Penny was getting used to his words which only provoked him further to speak, “Are you looking forward to something?”
“W-what do you mean?” she asked with a slight stutter. Such a smart girl, thought Damien to himself which was
why he enjoyed her company for so long now. She knew exactly what he meant at the first go which showed she
was finally catching up to him.
Damien closed the book, the glasses on his face continuing to rest as he said, “We didn’t get to go further with what we wanted to-”
“You,” Penny quickly corrected him.
“It is you who wanted to do things. Please don’t assume things,” she blinked looking at him. When he raised his
hand towards her she wondered what he was up to. Her memories of reality and dreams were messing up her
head. Making her confused as she tried to catch up with it but there was also Damien to worry about. His words didn’t appear to be restricted to the bedroom.
“Hold my hand, Penny. I won’t let it go,” one side of his lips had quirked up making her heart skip which she
wasn’t sure because he looked utterly charming or because he was scaring her with every word he spoke to her.
Gingerly, she moved closer to him where she sat and just when she went to place her hand on his, Damien
caught hold of her wrist and pulled her to him, “Master Damien!” she exclaimed startled, stumbling near where
he sat. When she tried to sit away he pulled her again this time where she fell on his lap.
Her breathing hitched when she came face to face, Damien’s eyes freezing her movements.
“What happened to you calling me Damien? I keep wondering how you will sound in bed with me.”
Penny’s eyes widened and she tried to change the conversation subtly, “Both of us are in bed right now, and you are Master Damien Quinn,” Damien rolled his eyes.
“No need to add so many things. Come on say ‘Damien’,” he urged her. It was as if the girl refused to utter his name which only made him bully her that much more.
“Master Damien, please,” she requested with cheeks that were tainted red.
She looked away from his burning gaze as she couldn’t continue to hold her own. A few weeks ago it had been
easy. He had the most insane way to showcase his feelings. Who in their right mind would ask a woman to climb
a tree when they could get it in one shot? To fight him off and look him right in the eye while planning in her
imaginary world on pushing him in the sea but she couldn’t anymore. He had saved her life, and it wasn’t just
once but many times. The first time being when he had raised the bar high enough when she was in the auction
getting sold. He had raised the money to a ridiculously high amount where the rest would not dare to go to buy
the same person he had his eye on. Who would pay five thousand gold coins? Only Damien Quinn did though he
had bought her in a discount he had given her a roof. Food to eat and the help she needed while she had been lost after discovering herself to be a white witch.
“Don’t act coy, do you want me to take you right now?”
“I didn’t mean to!” she said quickly. Maybe she could still plot his death without it being too bad, thought Penny to herself.
In a blink of an eye, Penny was pushed with her back on the bed and Damien hovering above her, “Your words
and the pulse running in your body doesn’t seem to agree together,” he ran his cold hand across her throat,
hitching her breath where she struggled to breathe now.
“Are you planning to kill me?” she asked with her eyes closed when she felt his fingers around her neck. He was going to kill her because soon she would forget to breathe.
“I have much better plans than that. Something both you and I will enjoy,” his hands moved from holding her
neck to being placed on the skin as he played circling his finger lightly on it.
“Relax, Penny,” said Damien, feeling her soft skin as he put a little more pressure on her skin. The last time he had
planned to go further than the kiss. Maybe kiss her more until he had tasted enough of her lips but with her body
that had stiffened as if she was scared and worried, he had stopped right away to only know that she was having
a memory episode which they were still supposed to work on.
“I think I need to find work,” she said as she felt him apply more pressure on her skin, his fingers moving from her neck to her shoulder which was clothed, “I cannot sit here idle.”
“What do you have on your mind? There are some new weeds that have come up in the garden. You should try
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pulling them out if you’re that bored. Also, this room needs some cleaning,” he said with a smirk which ended
with him chuckling, “Don’t look at me like that. It is a very reasonable service.”
“By work, I meant in the thea-”
“Don’t even go there,” he cut her sharply before she could continue the sentence, “What do you plan to do going to the theatre? Allure people with your voice and looks?” he asked her.