Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 161 – Possessive master- Part 2
Penny stared at him. Was she imagining or was Damien being jealous? The thought itself made her stomach stir fuzzily which she didn’t understand.
“I am a possessive man, Penny. Did you think I would be okay with you on the stage where there will be millions
more attracted to you?” he cleared the air and question that rose in her mind. Damien bent down, his forehead
almost touching hers, “Do you want to know how and when I fell for you? It’s about time I confessed to you properly,” he whispered looking into her jade green eyes.
“I think it’s okay if you don’t,” Penny blurted out. This master of hers was going to embarrass her to the point where she would die out of sheer embarrassment.
He clicked his tongue. As she raised her hands up, he caught them with a charming smile to pin them on the bed.
Bending down further, he bit into her skin on her neck making her cry. Licking the spot, he soothed it. His coarse
tongue taking its sweet time on her skin, “What a rude pet I have. Should I show who is the master here? Hmm?”
he murmured as his breath blew on her wet skin making her shudder.
“Penelope, you are mine and as much as I love to show off, there are certain things I don’t like to do. At least not
to display you on the theater with other men flocking. Of course, if it was possible we could do it together. I
could be your forever Romero with a happy ending and you be my Julieta. But theater is fun to watch but to take
part in it to entertain others is not my forte. I rather have it the other way round. Do you understand?” he lifted
his head, his glasses still continuing to be there on his face which had slightly slid down on his nose.
He stared into her eyes as if he were looking into her very soul. The dark red unblinking eyes continued to stare
at her with the time that stood still, his face inched closer to her.
“I cannot bear the thought of you being ogled by others when you aren’t next to me,” he whispered the words to her.
Penny found it daunting that the man who had appeared to be frivolous in his actions. Taunting and teasing
people for his own entertainment was now being possessive as well as jealous about a simple matter of her
working in the theater, “Don’t you think you’re going too far ahead with your feelings, master Damien?”
“Am I?” he questioned her back. His usual way of dealing things on asking a question on another question, “It’s
logical if you think about it. You are my woman,” he attacked her with his words. He leaned closer to her lips and
Penny could feel the heat from his lips passing on to hers. Her lips parting to take in a large amount of air.
Oh, master Damien, show some mercy!
And he did by saying, “It is much more sweeter than what you think it is to be. Don’t refuse,” he placed his lips on
hers. He licked her lips playfully to hear her breath hitch and he sucked on it.
With Penny’s hands pinned on the surface of the soft bed, and heart thundering in her chest she was at the
mercy of the man who had caught her hand, kissing her sensually with his eyes opened which was what had
turned it that much more intimidating. She knew her struggle was futile, he was a pureblooded vampire who
would only play with her until she was tired of moving her arms while trying to slip away from him.
She felt him suck on her upper lip, one count going to the next until she had stopped counting or had lost the
count. Her lips felt numb as he continued to suck on them, her toes tingling and she gulped when he pulled back to see her.
With her mind fuzzy and out of focus, she felt her body starting to melt under him.
Penny could hardly think anything, every single thought started to fade and slip away from her mind in the art of
his seduction. His eyes didn’t leave her like his hands that were on her wrists.
“I might torture you, bully you but is only one of my way to shower you with my affection,” he said pecking on
her lips. Looking into her eyes, he noticed how dark and heavy they looked which meant his preservation was
working well. Penny was a strong-headed female, someone who tried to control her emotions. He could see the
feelings starting to brew in those green eyes of hers but she was holding back as if scared of what might happen if she let it down.
He kissed her cheek, a light kiss where his lips didn’t linger for far too long. There was a mixture of emotions in her eyes right now.
Before he could go down further to kiss her, there was a knock on the door. Penny’s thoughts were broken with
what was happening and she this time tried to move but Damien had no interest in the person who stood
outside the door. All he cared right now was the girl who laid beneath him, her body warming up along with his.
“There’s someone at the door, Mas-mmm,” her lips were shut closed with his own as he kissed her lips again. His
lips turned out to be much more aggressive this time. Kissing and probing her lips open before his tongue slipped into her warm mouth.
Instead of letting her go and answering the person who was at the door, Damien continued to kiss her. Letting
go of one of her hands, he went to curl it around her waist. Pulling her up along with him such that they sat on
the bed now. One of his hands still holding her hand while the other continued to hold her waist.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 162 – Work calls- Part 1
When an unintended sigh escaped her lips, it only added fuel to the existing, uncontrollable feelings that were
bursting through his fingers and lips. Damien’s heart was beating steady, his eyes looked alive. Unable to hold his
thirst, his fangs grew and he said, “I am taking a sip,” with no other notice, Damien sank his fangs into her neck.
Her blood was sweeter than what ha tasted which made him wonder if it was because she was a white witch. It
was like drinking from a unicorn that was told to have a heavenly taste. Damien didn’t keep many relationships when it came to women. His intentions were clear as day which held no strings until a while ago.
When he had found the girl on the stage, his interest in the others had dropped like hot potato. The others had
turned worthless were only one person happened to hold his interest. It made him wonder if that was why he
enjoyed her company and the blood that ran in her veins. Of course, the same blood tasted differently to each person as the amount of iron richness and the thick or thin of it was different.
To Damien, the man would trade nothing when it came to Penny. Not even the tips of her hair or nail. Licking her neck, he pulled his face away from her neck to look at her.
Penny had her eyes shut closed. She heard Damien say, “Did it hurt a lot?” she opened her eyes. There was no
smile on his lips, a peaceful expression of content that was on his face as he stared for an answer from her.
It felt like a little pinch on her skin but it didn’t hurt once the fangs had settled in her neck. She remembered that
Damien had access to her emotions. Not to her mind which he would love to but he could sense her pain, her sadness, worry or even pleasure…
“I am okay,” she whispered, heat creeping back in her stomach at the thought of what he thought about her
emotions when he was kissing her. Damien leaned closer to give a quick peck on Penny’s lips.
Before he could come any closer, this time Penny placed her hands to cover his lips, “I need to use the
bathroom,” she slipped away like sand and hurried herself to the bathroom. This man was going to kill her at this
rate. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she saw her cheeks that had turned red like the time she had once
been out in the snow without her thin coat.
“Don’t feel embarrassed, Penny,” she heard Damien speak from the other side as if he was already gauging her
emotions from where he sat even with the curtain that separated them right now.
She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm her raging nerves that were caused by Damien. Another knock was heard at the door when Damien finally spoke, “Come in.”
Penny who was in the bathroom didn’t dare to step out to show her red face to whoever it was, “Master Damien,
it was Falcon, “The councilman is here to see you,” she heard the butler say.
“Hmm, have him seated in the drawing-room. I will be down there in a minute,” said Damien.
The butler didn’t dare to look sideways and instead kept his eyes at his master and then to look at the ground as
he bowed his head. Leaving the room as he closed it behind him, he went down the stairs to greet the councilman who often accompanied Master Damien along with him.
Kreme who had been standing at the front of the door saw the butler approach and turned to face the butler completely.
“Master will be arriving soon. Please take a seat in the drawing-room,” the butler suggested. Kreme looked slightly tensed, he wished to wait here for the councilman nonetheless he followed the house butler, “Would you like to drink something, tea or water?”
“No, I am fine,” Kreme replied back to see the butler bowed and leave him alone in the wide room. When Damien finally arrived, Kreme stood up out of habit and Damien waved for him to sit down.
“What is it, Kreme? You visited last evening. If you visit these many times I will mistake that you are in love and
can’t get enough of me,” the associate councilman felt sweat break, smiling nervously as he didn’t know how to
respond councilman Quinn’s words. This narcissist vampire whom he worked was he trying to imply that he
swung to the other side of the s.e.x? “What did you come here for?” the man raised one brow of his in question.
Kreme looked at the door and then at Damien, “Speak freely,” he heard Damien say and he nodded his head.
“It is the witch…she isn’t there anymore.”
Damien narrowed his eyes, “Elaborate further.”
“The black witch who we stationed in the village is not there, she must have escaped and there has been quite
some commotion for a few hours and I couldn’t go to take a look at the house,” Kreme filled him with the report,
“I looked for her but she wasn’t to be found anywhere. The forest has no trails.”
Damien didn’t speak another word and turned around to open the door, “Let’s go there and see what is up then.
Get the carriage ready,” he said stepping out of the room and the younger man quickly nodded following him
and taking a left to head towards the hallways.
Going up the stairs and to his room, he pulled open the door to catch sight of Penny who was standing in front
of the window. Since the time she had fallen off the balcony of the room, he locked the door in his absence. Not
that she went there but it was better to keep her safe than have the incident be repeated again.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 163 – Work calls- Part 2
After Damien had left the room, Penny finally stepped out of the bathroom. Looking around her eyes fell on the
fireplace where she added the log of wood in the fireplace and went to stand at the window which faced the
other side of the forest. Looking at the forest which stretched to the other lands. The lush greenery which was
relaxing to one’s eyes. With Maggie who had taught her the basic education where she had been busy lately Penny had been stuck to stay in the room with nowhere else to go when Damien was not there.
She didn’t get to step out of the mansion or anywhere away from it and if she did it was only in Damien’s
presence. Since the time the maid was killed the maids steered clear of her. Their speech was short and maybe
the butler was the only one whom she could speak to. The incident only made her wonder as to what she had to
do to bare something so harsh as death. It was still a mystery as to which family member had ordered the maid to push her.
Penny had felt the hand on her shoulder and there was also a mark. But she found it strange that as she fell, she
didn’t see the person who had pushed her. She should have been able to see the person right? She found it
rather difficult to wrap her mind with everything that was going on.
It was as if coming to Quinn’s mansion and meeting Damien was opening the locks that were placed on her life.
Things she wasn’t aware of were coming to light one after another and she was still trying to deal with it.
Thinking back to what had been running on her mind, her thoughts went back to what she was and what was
around her. A white witch with certain memories erased which was returning back but to be blurred.
Hearing the doorknob open, she turned to find Damien entering the room.
“I will be heading out for a bit,” he informed, picking up the coat that was on the stand. Damien could have asked the butler to go fetch the coat but he wanted to see Penny before he went on his way to work.
“Pressing matter at work?” she asked to see him give a nod.
“Slightly related to it. Bathsheba has gone missing from her house,” he filled her in. Penny turned around completely and asked in worry,
“Kreme said there has been a commotion for a few hours now. I need to go see what’s up. Stay in here,” he
smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t a request but an order which was toned down for
her to listen to. Damien was well aware of how Penny’s mind worked. The girl had a hard time following things
and if he said to go left she would go right. His stupid cute mouse.
“Can I come?” she surprised him, he shook his head to it.
“No. Bathsheba is a black witch. And if she’s gone missing something must have happened. Either she was killed
or she fled. We don’t know which one is true which in either case might raise red flags to the hunters.”
“Why hunters? Is it the one who arrived at her doorstep?” Penny tried to clarify.
“Maybe, maybe not. Everything hangs in maybe. I will be back in some hours,” he said, pulling the door behind him which clicked closed.
Penny wondered what might have happened to the black witch. Of course, there was a high possibility that she
was picked on by the hunter but she thought she had done a decent job of straying him away from there. It had
been a few days since that day. He appeared to be like any other person in the village except for his eyes kept
darting every now and then around her when she wasn’t looking at him.
The man had even flirted with her, trying to win her favor which she had refused on the face. People trying to
sway her was something she had never been comfortable with before she had started to work in the theatre. The
advances were always sleazy which she had to outright refuse except for the times when higher society members
who graced the theatre, she had put up a smile on the face before subtly escaping their lustful eyes.
But master Damien…Damien was a completely different case. The man himself was hard to handle and he
somehow crawled under a person’s skin. Either calling them disgusting peasants, embarrassing them or torturin
them to the point one would cry. It was only two ago when Damien had almost made a maid cry after throwing
the insults one after another on her incompetency of working in the mansion. Frankly, she wouldn’t side with
either of them. The maid had not done her job and maybe it was because his very presence was very intimidating and evil. Anyone would have a slip of hand with the tea they had to pour.
Damien’s advances towards her didn’t feel calculated. They were random and unexpected which often caught her off guard.
After spending some more time near the window with her thoughts floating in her head, Penny went to sit on the
bed. Her body bouncing because of the soft mattress. She wondered how long her life was going to continue like this.
Damien claimed he liked her but which man kept the girl he liked as a slave? Was it some twisted fantasy of his
where he would never free her from that title? Or was he playing around but then again thinking back on the
kisses that took place a while ago, Penny felt her cheeks turn warm. They didn’t feel like he was playing with her.
It had days, weeks, or was it months? She didn’t know but she still couldn’t figure him out.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 164 – Another dead body- Part 1
Feeling the soft mattress under the palm of her hands, she sighed. No slave would have the luxury she was having right now. She wasn’t an idiot to not understand.
While many slaves she had come across were mistreated, her life was way better. It only made her question if she
was a slave. Then again, Damien had threatened her long ago that he would hunt and find her if she were to ever
run away from him but was that really necessary? She was an average human where he was a pureblooded vampire.
Some of the humans would consider themselves to be lucky. To have been caught by the eye of the vampire who
belonged to the higher society as they would have the fortune of living like a queen. Then there was another kind
of humans who considered to be bad luck, they were the humans who hated and despised the existence of the vampires. Penny didn’t belong in any of them.
Her initial plan of running away had been washed away with her being a white witch. If it weren’t for Damien she
would have probably been lost before being killed. Would she still be alive? Knowing the hate of the humans the people who hated her existence made her question now as to if the people of her previous village had an
inclination of her mother and her being witches. But if it were so they would have burned them in the middle of the village before rejoicing their death.
In the mansion of Quinn, the butler followed the young master of the house even after the main door of the large mansion.
Kreme who was walking forward asked, “Will we be going to meet the magistrate or directly to the village?” he tried to keep up with Damien’s quick feet.
“There’s no need to go meet the magistrate. Bringing the magistrate in the picture will only make him involve the
council that much sooner. We need to buy some time. But yes,” said Damien, stopping himself near the open
door of the carriage, “Go check on him and see what he is up to,” the younger man nodded his head, “Falcon.”
“Yes, master Damien,” the butler was quick to be at his service, his head bowing as he waited already having a fair idea of what or who the order was going to involve with.
“Have a look at her door and get her something to eat. She didn’t eat her dinner well. Why was the dinner filled with raw meat?” his calculative eyes stared at his butler for an answer.
“It was requested by Lady Grace, master. She said to remove the greens for breakfast and to keep raw meat.”
“Did she now,” Damien murmured before saying, “You can increase the meat but make sure to have something
edible for the girl. you wouldn’t want me holding you responsible if she loses weight and perishes now, would you?” he smiled.
The butler’s shoulders stiffened hearing this. Somewhere Falcon knew that this was what it was going to come
where he was being squished between the siblings. He wondered if he could quit the job but he owed Damien
his life sentence which was skipped because of the councilman. Seeing both the councilmen leave in the carriage,
he turned around to see Lady Fleurance standing not too far away from the other side of the hallway. Bowing his head, he walked past her to head to the kitchen.
Once he entered the kitchen, he himself took upon the task of cooking the vegetables for the girl who was in master Damien’s room.
Reaching the Isle Valley, Damien had the carriage stopped far behind the village so that it didn’t attract too much attention, “Go check with the magistrate and, meet me at the witch’s house.”
“Yes, Sir!” Kreme left while Damien headed towards the house, by the time he reached the place he caught sight
of the little crowd who flocked around the house. There were murmurs going on loudly with the look of disbelief
on their faces. Before he arrived where the crowd was, he turned the color of his eyes from red to the color of black to make him look more human.
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“I thought she was kidnapped by the witch but to think a black witch lived amongst us. How horrifying!” a man commented who stood in front of the house.
Another one then said, “It seems like we cannot believe anyone at all. I knew she was a suspicion one!”
“I know right? Why would one live without family and especially she had this scarf around her face. She might
have been the one to set up the neighborhood girl next to my house. Oh, poor, girl,” the woman shook her head
in disappointment, “Her father must be heartbroken.”
Damien tried o deduce everyone’s words on what might have happened. Bathsheba had exposed herself to being a witch which meant she couldn’t return back. As if curious and unknown of what happened, he asked,
“Excuse, milady. I couldn’t help but notice the commotion while I was passing by. What happened here?” he
asked the lady who looked irritated that someone had interrupted their gossip but when she turned around to look at who it was, her expressions turned pleasant suddenly.
The man wore rich clothes, his shoes shined and the watch on his wrist looked branded which meant he came
from a high family. Eagerly the woman went to give him the information he was looking for,
“Today morning we found out that a witch was trying to sway a girl who was already involved with the black witch. Can you believe it?” asked the woman in a dramatic tone.
“Did you burn the witch?”
“Sure we did! We also burnt the girl along with him. Who told her to fall in love with a black witch. It is an example for the youngsters to know what is wrong and right.”
Foolish humans thought Damien in his mind.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 165 – Another dead body- Part 2
Taking extreme steps like these, the humans were trying to worsen the situation of making an evident boundary
between their and other kinds. While the council was trying to fix things between all of them while working on
the harmony of vampires and humans, there were some of them who were trying to work on the witches and
humans too. Right now everything was out of order and only heavens knew when things would settle down in
the future which would take years.
It was funny how humans and witches caused trouble, and it was mostly vampires trying to clean the mess. Now
he had to check if the witch was white or black. It was funny how Bathsheba failed to mention there was another
witch residing in here which he wasn’t aware of. As much as he was looking forward to the harmonious
environment between all the creatures it didn’t mean he trusted any of them. He didn’t believe his own kind
therefore trusting the other creatures was out of the question.
“What about this house?” he nudged his head towards the black witch’s house who was now missing.
“There used to be this woman named Airen who lived here. We heard a gunshot in the village and rushed to see
if anyone was hurt. While checking the houses it seemed like her house was the only locked one. The gunshot
was really really loud. We had to break the door,” that explained the broken door thought Damien as the woman
continued to ramble, “We were worried for Airen but to only find out potions and vessels. Hairs and other bizarre things.”
One more woman who stood next to the rambling one opened her mouth, “It is hard to believe who is a witch
and who isn’t. The councilmen and the magistrate are not doing a decent job. I mean how will we know who goes missing next?”
“You are right,” agreed the woman.
With the crowd that was hovering around the house while also keeping a safe distance between them and the
house which belonged to the black witch, he could tell that the black witch had fled for her life. Which meant that
the witch hunter had returned back to hunt her down.
The question now was that if Bathsheba was still alive or had been killed by the witch hunter.
His eyes roamed, looking at the crowd when he caught sight of a man in a hat who looked peculiar compared to
the rest of them. Another witch hunter. Damien’s eyes didn’t linger too long at the man and instead, he decided
to look at the house by walking around it to see if Kreme had missed something. If his suspicion was right, the
previous one who had arrived at the house when Penny and he had visited was dead.
Witch hunters often worked in turns. If one failed another replaced them or hunted the one before them,
following the bread crumbs which was left by the other or the witches themselves. There weren’t many witch
hunters but the few who worked were too dedicated which made him sigh. Where were these people when there
were the riot and massacre going on?
He didn’t know if it was selfish of him to think like this but he was somewhat glad about the massacre taking
place. Especially when Penny and he had only discovered a few weeks ago about her being a white witch.
Damien didn’t wait but when he walked right behind the house where no one had their eyes on, he vanished in
thin air to step at the heart of the forest. Walking around to find anything in there. He continued to walk, his
footsteps taking far enough where he caught the sight of grasses that looked dried up and moved away. Next to
it was the red blood that had dried.
How strange, thought Damien as he bent down. Pulling up the grasses which had blood he brought it close to his
nose to notice it be blood. It was human blood which meant someone had bled enough to die. Now it would be
quite a coincidence for someone else to die the very day the black witch had fled from her house.
Her house looked like a mess, with the furniture which looked slightly out of place. There was definitely intrusion
but there was the possibility of humans stepping in and trying to make another mess. Or else how could they
have picked on the potions and vessels which were not left in blindsight. Damien then asked himself how often
people ran through other people’s things especially when they went missing. Wasn’t it more than out of place for humans to go through other things when a person had gone missing?
The first thing when someone went missing, people went in search to make sure the person was still alive but this
place appeared to be an odd one. Unless someone had hinted on to go through the house and her belongings. But why?
As much as he would love to run through with his usual questions each and every perimeter in the lands of the
four empires was split into lands and portions which was further given down under councilman’s care to look
after unless again the council itself wanted to shuffle things around and let others handle at the lower ground.
Kreme came running to him, huffing and puffing as he had to catch hold of Damien.
“Already out of breath? You are going to fail terribly when you’re going to be in bed with your lover. Remind to
make you run more,” Damien joked with his associate councilman.
“Councilman there has been a problem,” informed Kreme.
“Big or small?”
“The magistrate was found with his throat slit.”
Damien stared at him before answering, “He’s dead. Let’s have a look at him,” Returning back to the village by foot they reached the magistrate’s office, “Did you notify the guards?”
“I wasn’t sure if I should…” Kreme wrung his hands together as he was still learning from Damien who was frankly the worse example as a mentor as the man did follow work ethics.
“You can go inform them. Else that lady will,” he jerked his head towards a woman who was walking past the office with a suspicious look.
Kreme nodded, hurrying himself to the guard who wasn’t stationed too far. Stepping inside the office he caught
the magistrate who sat in the plush chair who wore above-average clothes. His head was pulled back or rather
had been pushed to show the deep wound on his throat. Blood that had leaked down his throat and clothes had
turned dry and dark. The color was the same as the one he had seen in the forest but the blood didn’t belong to
Bathsheba might be part of the black witch community but she wasn’t stupid enough to kill someone important to bring attention to herself which only raised his suspicion further that someone set her up.
In a twisted scenario of the humans, this would be seen where the magistrate was killed by the black witch to
avenge the death of her fellow brother. After all, revenge was what got humans running and that is what they would believe the moto to be, where the witch finally ran away.
But Damien’s mind was quick to piece on what might have happened.
Bathsheba was attacked, there was a fight that was pulled to the forest. Blood meant she had killed the man else
the next hunter wouldn’t arrive unless the witch was considered to be powerful. When the witch hunter had
arrived before he appeared to be passing by but he had been following her for some time. After Bathsheba tried
to conceal the evidence of what she had done there are two ways to go about after it. One. She had done a bad
job of hiding it. Two, she hid it well. But someone saw her killing the man, enough to expose the evidence while also having the house being searched.
But the question back to on who might have seen her do the deed and to set up a trap enough for her to run
and never return. Couldn’t be the witch hunter as their blood boiled higher than the rest of them. He would be
quick to kill and hang her body as a showpiece.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 166 – Ground work- Part 1
The clouds that had been hovering started to drizzle down the water which reduced the crowd who had been
hovering around the black witch’s house without going near the place. The humans believed that when a black
witch lived in certain places, she or he left ill omen behind that could bring bad luck to the people if they went to close.
As the crow reduced and dispersed with the late arrival of the other councilmen who had come to inspect, they
spoke to Kreme and Damien trying to get the information from what he saw and took.
Councilman Mathias was one of Alexander’s friends in the council. Though the word friend was stretched, he was
a man who provided the necessary information to Damien’s cousin. Because of the drizzle and rain which had
arrived on the land of the Bonelake, most of the evidence was hard to decipher and understand, “Did anyone see
the magistrate before he was killed?” asked councilman Mathias to Kreme as he was the person who discovered
the dead body.
“I don’t know, Sir. I didn’t go to inquire further on the man and alerted the guardsmen right away after finding his
body…like this,” the councilman nodded before talking to his partner. Kreme’s lips pursed and he turned to
Damien who was still looking at the magistrate’s slit throat and the posture he sat in the chair right now, “Thank
you for your help, councilman Damien and Kreme. We will have the incident filed in the court council so that further search can be done.”
“Of course,” Damien gave them a charming bussiness-man smile, turning around to walk out of the office, they
stepped back on the wet ground with Kreme who opened the umbrella to hold for the pureblooded vampire.
The smile that had been there when he was inside had fallen down from his lips, his eyes continuing to scan from
right to left without moving his neck. Picking the humans where some were wondering what was going on. It was
only time that soon the humans would discover that the witch had killed the magistrate. He searched for the
witch hunter knowing well that the man would linger around if he didn’t find his fellow hunter.
Kreme looked back and forth, making sure no one was around to eavesdrop to whisper to Damien in question, “Did the black witch kill the magistrate?”
“What do you think?” Damien inturn asked the question to him. Placing his hands in trouser pockets, he looked over his shoulder at the door he had walked through to face back, “It is tricky, We don’t know if it was the hunter or another witch who killed the magistrate.”
“A-another witch?” Kreme stumbled through his words. How many more witches were there in here? Just before returning back he had heard from one of the guardsmen on how another witch was burned this very morning. Had this place turned to a witch hub?
“Many people pass by this village. The village isn’t special but it is where it resides because of the black market.
Thanks to the black market people drop in and out where different creatures are either invited or come in search
of something they want. I doubt any would come to reside in here because not many dare with the councilmen
who often visit this place or at least use this village as pitstop. It was because of the probability of having no
witches in here I had Bathsheba stationed but that blew up,” from his pocket, he pulled out a box and flicked it open.
Two cigars laid in the box. Pulling out one, he shoved it in front of Kreme who didn’t dare to take one out of it.
Pureblooded vampires had the strangest things when it came to cigars and alcohol. There was no telling if he would be in his conscious state after the first drag from it.
Seeing him not take the cigar, Damien flapped the box close and pulled the matchbox to light it up. Take a good drag, he turned to his side to blow the smoke out through his lips.
“Witches have been pouring into the four lands and we aren’t sure which one they are turning their home yet. I
heard that the report was sent to the councilman and Lionel is reviewing it to see if he needs to assign it to his
own team,” Damien raised his hand and took another puff from the cigar.
“Lionel’s team? The last I heard the Duke was already working on something,” Kreme couldn’t help but raise the
concern. He hadn’t heard a team carry to tasks at a time. Especially not in their level or at least Damien’s level.
Usually, the council distributed work to the teams on the capability and the difficulty they could handle. Each
team of the council was promoted with levels depending on which the cases were assigned.
“Hmm, that they are but the Duke is smart enough to handle. They have a new member added in there.”
Kreme nodded his head, “It is a woman. There were rumours of her being a maid. It is hard to believe that a maid could crack the exam.”
“Women are powerful creatures, Kreme. It is the lowest of the low people who work hard enough to come to the top. Because privileged men and women take things for granted and turn lazy which gives way to the hard-working one. Though I would say luck favors a lot,” he tapped the cigar, the ends of it dropping the flakey ash down on the grown which disappeared due to the darkness that pulled over the sky and also because of the wet ground which pulled in the ash to be one with the ground.
“You are doing well though. Even the Duke and the others,” the younger man added when Damien turned to look at him.
“Don’t patronize me. What else did you hear from the villagers?”
Kreme replied back to his senior, “They were badmouthing Bathsheba and the man who died today. Did you know that there was another witch here.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 167 – Ground work- Part 2
Bathsheba will be sure to reply on why she failed to mention it,” Damien finished his cigar and dropped it down.
Stamping on it with his shoe, “Try to get all the details possible about this other black witch.”
“What about Bathsheba?”
“She didn’t kill the magistrate and it was someone else. Have a word with the council that you heard there was
another witch running around. They will have a clear filtration on the people here.”
“What if they find the person? Won’t it be difficult for us to interrogate?”
“Don’t worry about that Kreme. If they have a whiff that the person is still here waiting for something which I
doubt will happen, I will have the person before handing the witch to the council. Go on. I will have a small stroll
in the village,” leaving Kreme behind, Damien walked through the alleys which were quite. One would think it was
because of the incidents that took place today. Two deaths, a black witch exposed and now the magistrate who
was dead but the alleys of this village had always been quiet where people stepped inside the houses quickly without lingering out for far too long.
As he walked, his ears picked on the movements that came from behind him. The steps sounded light like a
feather and with the rain that was pouring it would have been difficult to pick on it but Damien was no ordinary
vampire. He was a pureblooded vampire who enjoyed playing chase.
He walked as if he didn’t hear anything. His own footsteps firm on the ground which very quietly made noise, one
step after another where the other person who was following him used a much lesser intensity.
Crossing the narrow alley, he heard a cat meow from the corner. It jumped from one bin to another which was
the back alley of several houses. Walking on the opposite side of the forest, Damien continued to walk until he took a turn behind a large series of trees.
The person who was following him seemed to walk quicker and just when the person was about to take a turn,
the footsteps stopped noticing the man had disappeared. Just before the person turned, a rusty bronze-colored gun was placed right at their forehead.
“Aren’t you a brave thing,” state Damien with a smile on his face.
The person’s skin which looked clean and plain switched suddenly to a scaly being to be part of the black witch. It
was very common for the black witches to turn to their true form when they were under pressure of flight or fight
mode. It was a reaction that was observed by many and had been confirmed by the council doctor Murkh.
As the thunderstruck down from the sky, it didn’t Damien far too long to pull the trigger where the bullet pierced
to start from the front of the witch’s head and get out from the back. The black witch fell on the ground. Just as
he turned another black witch came right at him and he used his gun again. It seemed like there were more
witches than he thought to be in this village. The rain had started to pour down where the humans would pick the gunshot to be a sound that belonged to the clouds.
Finding the shadows that started to move from the corner of his eyes, he followed them quickly as the two shadows headed towards the forest. Following them, he caught up with one of the black witches. With the gun that was loaded with silver bullets, he took a stance before pulling the trigger again for the witch to fall flat on the ground.
When a twig broke behind him, he was about to turn when a knife came to settle on his neck.
“Well, who might you be, fair lady?” asked Damien with the knife against his neck, “Unless you aren’t actually fair but have a slithering tongue in your mouth.”
“A fair maiden who needs a little help. I need to have you killed and it would be a pleasure to have you dead. Damien Quinn,” came out the coarse voice of the black witch who held the knife to his neck.
“You have heard of me,” Damien replied back calmly, his gun being flipped and taken by the black witch.
The black witch hummed, “What can I say, you are a very popular man. It is hard to not notice you,” the voice
turned out to be sweeter as she changed to the human appearance. A beautiful girl with brunette hair stood behind him, her hazel eyes shining at the fact that she had caught the vampire.
“I am glad to hear that your mind resonates with mine. It is very hard for someone to not notice me,” he smirked
, “I would have flirted back with you but with time being a constraint, tell me what you lovely ladies have been
doing here in the village. A bite from the human’s body, maybe reuse the hairs or is it something much more interesting.”
“How about I eat you first. Vampires are much more useful than the lame humans,” she leaned forward to whisper next to his ears.
“Good luck with that,” before she could slit his throat Damien disappeared from her hold to stand behind her making her stumble back as she almost cut her own throat with the knife she held.
“W-what just happened?!” the black witch turned around to face Damien, “You aren’t a normal vampire,” she looked at him in horror as his eyes turned from red to pitch black.
“I am a little bit corrupted,” he smiled before using her very own knife to jab it into her heart before killing her
off, “What a waste of energy and bullet,” he murmured looking down at the witch. It was a pity how beautiful the black witches could turn to have a facade while in reality, it was the opposite.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 168 – Dream- Part 1
A young girl who was about the age of seven, played with the wooden doll which was broken at the edges. It was
the time of noon where the house was quiet, water flowing quietly where the house was situated. Hearing the door open, the green-eyed girl stood up to see her mother step in.
“Mama, welcome back,” she greeted her mother who responded back with a sweet smile. The woman was of average height. Her hair and eyes brown in color with a petite figure.
“I am back home. What were you doing?” asked the woman, her brown eyes glancing at the doll that laid in her
daughter’s hand, “We should buy you another one. Maybe once your father returns,” the woman ran her hand on the girl’s head gently.
The young girl nodded her head, her shoulder falling down, “Can’t we go back to the village, mother?” she asked with hopeful eyes.
Her mother sighed, her hand dropped down to fall next to her side, “We cannot dear. The place there is not safe for your father.”
“But why?” questioned the girl. The woman’s smile tightened.
As the girl waited for her mother to respond, they heard a sound that came from outside, “Papa is here!” the girl exclaimed, bouncing on her feet to step outside the house where she saw her father arrive back with the horse they had.
“Papa!” the young girl launched herself on her father for the man to pick her up in time. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His appearance gentle and calm, catching his daughter in his arms.
“How have you been doing?” he asked her and when his wife stepped out, he slowly dropped the girl without
letting of her hand but hugging his wife with his other arm. Sharing a kiss, he asked, “Everything alright? Did anyone come by?”
The woman shook her head, “No one. It has just been Penelope and me. Was your trip successful?” Seeing her husband’s sullen expression she said, “It is alright. We can find someone else for help.”
“Yes,” stepping inside the house, the man looked around the living room. A house that once belonged to his
family which was used as a hideout during difficult times. The house was made of stones near the forest and
riverbank which looked like a little cave which in actuality was a secret hideout. It was a place far away from civilization that allowed to safe keep his family.
The man saw his daughter who was hovering around him as he had been gone for more than ten days in search
of a fellow white witch. Times were difficult right now as the witches were being burnt and spotting any of them was hard.
Humans and the vampires were raging against the witches and didn’t matter if the witches were good or bad. All
they wanted was death, which was why the white witch man had moved his family after one of the humans had
picked on what he was. Feeling sorry for his child, he played with her and the toy which he had picked up from the street.
When night fell, the man asked his wife, “I think you should take Penny and go with you. You cannot be safe with
me around you,” his wife who had been lying on his hand raised herself with one hand to look at him with a frown.
“We have lived together for so long, it shouldn’t be a problem to continue our lives like this. All we need to do is
cross over the village and move to another land,” his wife promised with a soft whisper so that their daughter
wouldn’t wake up. In a hurry to flee, the family had fled in the opposite direction which was secluded but they
couldn’t continue their lives here like this which both of them knew, “It is just a matter of time. We are in no hurry.”
Her husband placed his hand on her cheek, his expressing pensive, “I am glad you that you have accepted me
despite what society has to say, but you are a human and our daughter is one too. You can have the future you
want. With me around you will only be hunted and killed together.”
“If that day ever comes we will take it upon us gladly. We vowed to be together, Edgar. I love you,” she leaned
forward to kiss him on his lips and he kissed her back, “You don’t have to worry about the future when you have us. Your daughter and I.”
“I am fortunate to have you both,” Edgar smiled looking at his wife.
After some time, his wife asked him curiously, “How are you sure that Penny isn’t a witch like you?” her fingers playing on his bare chest while lying back again on his arm.
“Don’t worry about that. I made sure to check for signs but she seems to possess none. She’s a human just like
you. She will be safe if you both can flee together,” he tried to persuade his wife again, who looked up at him with an unhappy face.
“Let’s worry about it tomorrow. Tonight is ours to safe keep.”
“I say this because there’s no future here while we stay here. Think about Penny. She will grow up in isolation.”
“She has us, Edgar,” the woman sat up knowing her husband wasn’t going to let this rest, “Don’t think too much
about it, love. It is much better than the people who don’t know what is right or wrong. She is safe here and when the time comes we will move to the other side where people would have forgotten.”
“You do know it takes years even for a single incident to completely erase? Especially when the rumor spreads to
one person after another,” Edgar sat up himself, going to hold his wife’s hands in his as he rubbed the back of
her hand soothingly with her thumbs, “Don’t be upset. I speak like this because I care and I worry about both of your well beings.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 169 – Dream- Part 2
The woman looked down at his hands, her eyes staring as she replied back with, “I know. I know,” she whispered, “I cannot imagine my life without you two. You are important to me, Edgar. Even when my own family refused to keep me.”
Edgar pulled his wife to an embrace, “I know dear,” he rubbed her back gently, “How about this. You both go first
and I will follow you after a few hours. No one will ever doubt on two humans, especially when it is a mother and a daughter.”
“And what if you get caught?”
“I won’t,” he promised. I haven’t been caught before and I won’t now. Pulling back the woman stared at her husband, a little lost in her own thoughts. Looking at her dazed expression, he asked, “Okay?”
“Okay…” she managed to give him a smile, “You spoke about the white witch who is dead. How did you get your hands on the completion of the potion then?”
“Some things had been handed down to us. Passed on. It makes me wonder if the white witch knew that she was going to die. Everything has been laid out intricately.”
“All the materials were given out to the others?” the woman was asking about the scrolls and writings which
witches often kept with them. Those were the scrolls that contained spells and other whatnot things which the mere white or black witches couldn’t conjure in their lifetime.
Edgar furrowed his brows thoughtfully. I don’t think so. Some of them have missing inscriptions. Like it was done so that we could solve it.”
At the rise of the sun which was rare in the land of Bonelake, the family started to pack things that would be necessary and needed for their journey before they could completely cross the borders.
“Stay safe!” the woman cried out, holding her daughter’s hand and walking away from there…
The click on the door broke Penny’s sleep. Her eyes feeling heavy due to the sleep she had just had with the dream she had seen vivid. She saw that it was the butler who had arrived at the door,
“Master Damien asked me to get you something to eat,” said Falcon before pushing the food cart inside the
room. Penny sat up on the bed. Making her dress properly. Her eyes looked dazed, not taking note of the food
but on what she had dreamt, could it be what happened in the past? asked Penny to herself. But the facts were all messed up which looked untrue.
Penny had never met her father before. She had never seen him since she was too young. Far too young to
remember his name but in the dream, she appeared to be old enough to speak and greet her parents. Her
mother appeared as loving as she was in her last final days which made her question on if what they had learned
was the truth or if there was something more to it. Also her, father…she placed her hand on her face, not wanting to let go of his memory of how he looked.
Her dear father who was no more.
Falcon who was done setting the food on the table for his Master’s pet asked her, “Are you alright?” she looked tense.
“Ah, yes. Thank you for bringing the food,” Penny hadn’t realized she had been starving until the food reached
her lips. She couldn’t stop appreciating the food as she took one bite after another.
Falcon didn’t go to make any small talks with her. The man never made small talks with anyone in the mansion
but did give an earful if servants didn’t do their job right. He observed the five thousand gold coins worth a girl.
He wondered what his master saw in this girl. There were plenty of women who made time for his master Damien
so that they could spend time together yet pureblooded vampire had chosen her.
Penny feeling the gaze of the butler, took another bite before her mouth slowed down the chewing of the food.
“Did you finish your dinner…?” on her inquiry the butler’s train of thoughts broke, and he replied,
“The butlers and the servants are not allowed to have dinner before the others in the mansion. Especially the
owners and the family members. I will be having it shortly once I have taken this down,” Penny quickly hurried to eat and he said, “You can take your time to eat…”
Both Penny and Falcon had no idea on how to address each other. Penny who had never spoken to the butler
before directly wasn’t sure with the terms to be used while on the other side the butler didn’t know how to call
her as calling slave would be rude. Not because he hadn’t used the term before but because she was master
Damien’s pet. A special slave who slept and ate together which was what had made him curious.
“Do you know when Master Damien will be returning back?” she asked him.
“He should be back by midnight. Mr. Kreme arrived late with another work, so it should be done quickly,” the butler filled in.
Penny nodded her head before getting back to the food she was eating. Falcon waited for the girl to complete
while keeping his distance so that she wouldn’t feel burdened while in truth Penny already was aware of his eyes
on her. The dream that she had dreamt had started to drift away with the scenes she had seen but the gist of it
had registered in her mind, “Thank you,” she said when she was done eating every single one of it. As the butler started to clear the table, he asked,
“If something is weighing on your mind don’t hesitate to let the master know,” it wasn’t abnormal for a master to
dot on their slaves, pets as they called them but it would be different when it came to his master. Falcon
continued to clean, picking up the plate which was the last thing lying on the table before bowing and
straightening himself up, taking the empty cart out of the room. His master despised slaves after his friend died.
If he was keeping the girl close, he either was still testing her or had fallen for the girl.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 170 – Dream- Part 3
With the butler who had left the room, Penny sank back to sit on the bed. Her stomach felt full, waiting for
Damien she took a look at the clock on the wall that continued to tick its hand forward. Letting her lie down with
her back hitting the surface of the bed she looked at her reflection above at the ceiling of the bed. The mirror reflecting her worried self as her mind drifted back towards her dream.
Penny didn’t know what to make of it. With the memories of the image turning blur, she felt her head starting to
ache like a splitting ache which would break her head in two halves. Pushing them away, she closed her while
holding her forehead with her hand with closed eyes. Waiting for Damien, her eyes drifted back close even though it had been barely more than half an hour since she woke up.
By the Damien returned back home, he stepped into the room to find Penny who laid on the bed with her eyes
closed and her breathing steady. Sitting on one of the plush chair’s armrest he pulled out the lace of his shoes.
One after another before removing them off his feet. Going to her side of the bed, he lifted her head carefully
before pulling the pillow below her head so that she could sleep much more comfortably. His feet padded
around the room on the carpeted floor, taking off his clothes he stepped into the bath.
Penny who had her eyes closed opened her eyes gently with a hint of blush on her cheek. Was this man really
Damien? Pulling up a pillow for her while she was fast asleep. It was hard to tell. There were different sides to
Damien and it reminded her of an onion. The onion had layers one after another with a different shade and she
wondered if he was like that too. The Damien who injured people easily, the Damien who was sarcastic and
teaseful. The Damien who was kind which was very rare to see like his current action. Where was the kindness
when he had made her walk on the tree? asked Penny to herself. Had there been a reason behind it?
She was so lost in thoughts that she forgot to close her eyes when Damien stepped back into the room with the
towel wrapped around his waist that hanged loosely as if it would drop any second if he were to move more.
When their eyes met, Penny quickly closed her eyes as if wanting to pretend that she was sleeping.
“I now doubt your acting skills, mouse,” she heard him say, hearing his footsteps which were very light and
distant. Pursing her lips, she opened her eyes as she turned herself to look back at the mirror without daring to
look at the almost n.a.k.e.d master of hers, “I will be the first one to throw a rotten tomato at you if you were to
act like this in the theater though you don’t have to worry about it as you won’t be stepping on the stage to act.
“I was going back to sleep,” she murmured, placing both her hands below her bosom she closed her eyes.
“Wouldn’t you want to know what happened to the black witch?” hearing this Penny quickly sat up, looking at
him. The man had finally worn a night trouser which did a better job than the towel that was previously wrapped
around his waist. The upper half of the body was bare, his black hair wet and dark under the candle and fireplace light, “Bathsheba is safe.”
Thank God, thought Penny to herself, “Did you find her?” asked Penny for him to shake his head.
No? How could he confirm she was alive then?
As if reading her mind, he answered, “There was human blood, not a black witch’s blood.”
“The hunter caught up to her,” Penny murmured in thought. That would mean she wasn’t safe but if there was the blood of the human…
“She killed him and ran which is good but at the same time, witches have started to pour in or it might be a coincidence but there’s nothing called a coincidence. That can explain why there are witch hunters coming in. That only tells that something is brewing in the back which the council hasn’t caught up to yet.”
“Will she be alright?” asked Penny to see Damien shrug.
“Let’s hope she does,” he answered, picking a shirt he wore it before heading towards the bed. Seeing Penny thinking he then continued,
“Bathsheba is a smart black witch. She has lessons and knowledge to impart to you. We can’t have her dead so
soon,” he pulled the blanket to cover his legs, “Why do you look lost?” Damien realized it wasn’t because of Bathseba but there was something going on in her mind.
“Um, that day Bathsheba said that it was only black witches who could identify the other witches while the white witches didn’t have the ability,” she started as her eyes darted left and right, “I had a dream.”
“Did you dream about your parents?” her eyes snapped up to look at him. This man was always one step ahead with the answers.
Penny wet her lips when she felt them go dry before speaking, “I think I had a memory recollection. When I was
young and with the lies that were fed to be until a few months. Another lie my mother said was that my father died when I was a baby.”
“You saw him,” he murmured. Penny nodded her head, taking in a deep breath. Releasing the breath, she responded back,
“I did. The sad part is though I was young enough to remember, I have no recollection of how he looked until a
few hours ago. I don’t even remember any of it. I also saw her. My mother knew what my father was but…I don’t think my father knew that my mother was a black witch.”