Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 191 – Gentle hands- Part 2
“I am sorry for not finding you sooner,” he apologized. Keeping her in his arms as if not assuring her but himself
that had her momentarily forget about the wound on her back. When his hands tightened around her, she
flinched which caught his attention, “Are you hurt?” he asked her, his hold loosening and just as he unwound his
hands, his left hand touched her wet back which felt sticky that had him frowning.
“Something-on my back…” Penny began but she lacked the energy to make a cohesive sentence as she spoke to
him. With the tears and the pain on her back which took all the possible life sources from her, she felt her eyes turning heavy.
Damien leaned over from where he sat to smell fresh blood coming from behind, “You hurt your back,” he saw
her body failing to sit still and he held her shoulders, “I am going to help you stand up. Okay?” he asked her to receive a small nod from her.
Penny felt Damien’s hand slide around her waist as he helped her stand up, almost lifting her up where she didn’t
have to use her energy. Even in pain, she couldn’t take her eyes off his face. She wondered if she was seeing the
same man right now. The man who ha tortured her wh now helped her like a delicate flower that would wither away with one blow of the wind.
She flinched in pain, her hands tightening on his arm which she had used as support. Fingers digging into his own skin which he didn’t mind.
Instead of bringing her close to him, he stepped forward to close the gap between them such that she had to
crane her head up to look at him. In a snap, they had moved away from the village to another place which was
one of the rooms in the mansion. With his room which was unusable at the moment with a dead man lying on the floor with his face smashed, he brought her to the guest room.
Penny’s eyes looked around to notice that this was a new room where she hadn’t stepped into before. Being the
pet of master Damien, Penny was limited to walk around the mansion where she had spent most of her time in
Damien’s room or at Lady Maggie’s when the vampiress was free to teach her.
While she was still looking around, she heard Damien say, “I will need you to take your dress off,” her eyes met
his, the pain of her back floating in her eyes where after fie seconds she shook her head.
“I will be fine,” she said looking at Damien in the eye.
“Your back is still bleeding, Penelope. It is not the time to play chaste,” he said for her to continue to shake her head. Her cheek filling up with color.
“Can I have a doctor come to see me?”
This had him narrow his eyes at her, his words patient as he said, “And how different is it from me looking at the
wound? You forget that we have male doctors here in Bonelake.”
That was true, thought Penny to herself but this was Damien and that would be a stranger. There were more than
leaps of difference between them which was why she was willing to have a doctor look at her.
“You must have lost your mind if you think that I would let a stranger be it a woman or man touch you,” he said with a calm voice, “And it is only a matter of time before I see you.”
“What?” she gulped as her eyes widened in utter embarrassment when he hadn’t seen her n.a.k.e.d yet.
“Oh, sweet mouse. I would love to describe what I want to do to you but right now we have other priorities. Turn
around and let me help you,” he said to find her standing rigid. Damien let out a frustrated sigh when she didn’t
listen to him, “I have had a rough day, Penelope. Picking two people who looked like you followed with death in
this house and you going missing. My patience is running thin. You either can turn your back and let me help you
willingly or I can force to make you take off your dress,” his dark eyes glowered at her. Death in the mansion? Had something happened during her absence in here?
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered which had one side of his lips quirking up.
“Try me,” he challenged. They stared at each other, Penny trying to haggle with another option,
“A maid-” but Damien walked forward towards her to suddenly make her say, “Okay,” she turned around, gulping
down the look he had shown her. She wasn’t deliberately trying to test his patience but she was a woman who
had been holding on to her virtues.
Her eyes closed instinctively when his hands touched her shoulder, placing it there for only a second before it
reached the zipper to pull it down from behind. The harsh sound of the zipper filled the room but it was the time
when Damien tried to push the back of her dress down and away did her face contour in pain as the material of the dress had stuck itself to the wound which was drying up.
“This will hurt but bear with it,” he said, continuing to speak, “To think that you wanted to wait for the doctor to
come and see you. By then the wound would have dried and it-” he pulled dress away quickly from the wound
which brought tears back in her eyes due to the pain, her eyebrows furrowed, “-would have been that much difficult and painful,” he said before walking away from her.
She could feel the cold temperature on her bareback. The wound feeling less painful unless she moved too much.
Holding the front of her dress carefully she saw him return back with a box in his hand, “Lay down on the bed. Let me treat it…”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 192 – Gentle hands- Part 3
Penny laid on the bed facing her back towards the ceiling of the bed with a pillow that rested below her stomach
and head. With her face that was placed such that she looked at the desk as her cheek rested on the pillow, she
stared at nothingness whilst waiting for Damien as he was doing something with the box he had carried out from
the bathroom. Undoubtedly it was a first aid box and she could clearly hear the ruffle and movement on the bed but she couldn’t see what he was doing as she had turned her face away from him.
It was already embarrassing enough for her to have her back exposed. Not that he hadn’t been around her when
she was n.a.k.e.d as Master Damien had entered the bathroom when she was stark n.a.k.e.d taking bath in the
tub. But this time it was different because of the dynamics that had come to change between her and him. Or it
was just her who had started to notice for who Damien was. Depending on him unknowingly in the days that
came by now that there was some sort of attachment that didn’t come because of the mark on her neck which was given by him.
The bed sprang back from the dip where Damien had seated himself next to her. Putting up the logs of fire to
warm the room as he noticed the goosebumps that formed on Penelope’s skin. Wanting to keep her warm
without her falling sick which would be troublesome, she went back to pick up the holder with the cotton ball.
His hands lowered, one placed next to her unbroken skin so that she wouldn’t move once he would start working
on the wound while the other held the cotton ball at the end. The blood had dried and the bleeding from her wound had stopped. It wasn’t too deep but it wasn’t a low-level cut that he could ignore.
After Damien had got her to stand in the room of the village he had found her in, he had noticed the pitchfork
which was behind her lying awkwardly as if someone had moved it from its initial position. The three marks on
her back were enough confirmation and God only knew how dirty the pitchfork was. Dabbing the cotton with an
antiseptic lotion which he had borrowed from Murkh, the cotton ball touched Penny’s back for her to hiss in pain.
“Just a few more minutes. We wouldn’t want any infection taking place such that we show you to the doctor. If
you didn’t know, bringing the doctor and having you checked will only raise the suspicion of you being a white witch.”
“Yes,” the girl responded meekly. She was in too much pain to fight back his words.
He was surprised by the quickness of the switcher and the witches who had managed to fool and separate him
from Penny. Damien had been wrapped in her safety that he had failed to see through the second impersonator which was hard with the switcher falling asleep and cost him the lives of his servants.
Damien had also been worried the time he had returned back to the village, worried that there were more
witches who were going to use and hurt her that he hadn’t realized the wound that had been caused on her back.
With the dead bodies stench in the air which wasn’t far from where Penny was tied and the people he had killed
which floated in the wind, he had assumed the blood to be part of it until she had flinched with pain and he had
felt the wetness on his fingers. It wasn’t warmblood but the blood had almost stopped flowing out. The back of
her dress had stained red which he didn’t mind. Being the one who had got the dress for her, he had bought it
such that it could be easily discarded when the time came. Who knew that he would have to undress her upper half because she would be hurt and injured.
It appeared that she attracted metals with sharpness, hurting herself unknowingly. The last two times he had
heard, she had stepped right on the nails. He continued to clean the wound on her back. Moving his hand
carefully without applying to much pressure while also making sure the strands of the cotton didn’t stick to her wound. It would be painful to take it out if the cotton got stuck there.
Leaning slightly behind he caught sight of her where she had shut her eyes tightly. Her hands clutched the sheet beneath her tightly, her breathing shallow.
“Does it hurt?” he asked her where she finally opened her eyes hearing him speak.
“Not as much as before,” she replied to him.
He moved his hand which he had placed on the unwounded surface to place it on the other side to hear the hitch in her throat.
“Thinking something naughty?” he asked for her to quickly reply,
“I am not!” Penny blushed further. She did not move her head even though she would like to place her face flat on the pillow so that she could hide right now.
“Liar,” Damien’s voice chimed playfully making it even worse. As if that weren’t enough, he asked, “What are you
imagining about, mouse? I wouldn’t think badly of you if you share it with me. Instead, I would fulfill every single
fantasy that is running in your mind right now,” by now he had cleaned the wound and picked up a tube.
Pressing it, the gel came to sit on top of his finger. Bringing it to her wound, he applied it on her skin for her to jerk slightly forward.
“It should take a week before it heals completely. It would be better not to wear anything in the meantime,” he
said making her turn her head to look at him and Master Damien smiled beamingly like he had said nothing wrong.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 193 – Gentle hands- Part 4
Dabbing the gel on her back to avoid any infection on it, Damien put the cap back on the tube as he rotated it
with his lean fingers. Placing it inside the box along with the cotton which hadn’t been used, he picked the
stained pieces of cotton to place it away. With her back bare that was in full view for him to see, Damien took his
time to admire the expanse of her smooth back which made his fingers itch to touch and tease her. Her shoulder wasn’t as tense as before which was good, thought Damien to himself.
Penny who laid on the bed wondered if that was all, asking him, “Is it done?”
“All done,” he said to see her try to get up but every time she tried the wound tried to squeeze itself to bring back the burning pain on her skin.
Damien pushed the box below the bed. Climbing on the bed and next to her, he said, “Let me help,” without
waiting for her to protest which she didn’t, he placed both his hands beneath her body to raise and help her sit from the side before she could sit completely upright.
Penny had her hands holding the front of her dress so that it wouldn’t fall off her body. Her eyes didn’t meet his
as her neck had turned neck. Her eyes were slightly puffy due to the crying and her lips, her soft lips that he
wanted to know more were pink in color. She looked delectable right now and he wanted to do nothing but
devour her to the very ends of her soul. Unable to resist the temptation that was in front of him, Damien held her
hand just when she was about to get down from the bed so that she wouldn’t slip away. Not that there was any place he couldn’t find her if she were ever to run.
There was a mixture of question and anxiousness in those green eyes of hers. Her heart started to beat with every second that passed between them that he didn’t have to strain his ears. Penny had always been an open book to Damien but the man had a keen gaze.
“Master Damien?” she asked to gain his attention as he appeared to be in a dazed state. The more he continued to stare down at her, the more anxiousness built itself in her nerves that were going to bring a nervous breakdown.
Her heart skipped a beat when the hand that he was holding on to was brought up. Bringing it up close to his lips to kiss her knuckles. His eyes were closed which made the gesture look that much sincere.
“Fall in love with me quickly, mouse,” she felt her heart slip in her ribcage as he said it, pulling his lips away from
her hand to look up at him, “I won’t promise to wait but I will try, so fall quickly. And I will be here, waiting to catch you,” his voice came out huskier as he said this, bringing both of them closer.
Damien had been worried not once but twice today. After realizing that the person in his bedroom wasn’t Penny
it had made him worried and Damien was never worried about anything. To make things worse the girl had injured herself in the room. The troublesome mouse of his.
Penny didn’t know how to respond. Usually retorting back with the bicker sufficed the atmosphere but words
failed her with what he had to say or what he did. Instead the barriers she had built around her heart were falling one down after another where his words had started to sway and affect her.
“I am affecting you. Just like now,” this man didn’t hold back anything. His words were daunting which made her
heart shudder, “Aren’t I?” it wasn’t a question that had to be answered when both of them knew what the truth
was. Penny had been quiet, for someone who had a lot to speak right now she was speechless.
Damien looked back at her to see her bow her head as much as she could to say, “Thank you for today,” she was
truly happy that he had come for her. Even her relatives who had sold her had shown little to no remorse when she had appeared on their doorstep.
“I would do it again for you without thought but let us hope it doesn’t happen,” Her heart shuddered.
His hand ran through the back of her head. Touching and testing it to see her flinch again. There seemed to be a
bump on the side of her head which should get better by tomorrow, thought Damien, his eyes shifting to
smoothen her hair. When his eyes met hers, he saw the confused expression and smiled,
“Did you think I will only torture and tease you?” he hit the nail. These were the times Penny doubted that he
could read her mind. He didn’t leave room for any thoughts as he pulled her closer to him. Kissing her on her lips
testingly at first to receive no resistance which made him smile into the kiss. Out of joy, he kissed her cheek before biting on it playfully making her yelp softly.
“Why are you biting my cheek?”
“I felt like it. Such a cute mouse, one can’t help but gobble up at sight,” his words turned her cheeks pink. He then asked, “So will you?” as she
She looked at him quizzically. Did he ask her a question?
“When are you falling in love?” he asked making her want to drown herself in the bathtub right now.
“I-I don’t know. What kind of question is that!” she asked embarrassed by the answer she came up with making
him chuckle. His chuckle came out to be free-spirited that caught her attention where she couldn’t look away from him.
Damien grinned, “Did you fall?” he asked, that had her eyes looking away.
“You don’t have to admit it. Damien understands what his mouse feels,” he said making her cheeks burn bright red.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 194 – Pulp- Part 1
Penny sat in front of the dressing table with her hands still holding the front of her dress as Damien had asked
her to take a seat while he went to get something else. Coming back, he said, “We will need you to take off the first half of the dress,” his words were serious this time.
“Master Damien I should be able to do the rest of it,” Penny who had her face turned over shoulder tried to look at him as he carried a white roll in his hands.
“Says the one who can barely raise and move the hands,” she huffed. As if to prove him wrong, she let go of one
of her hands to move it around which had the skin around the wound stretch and pull making her wince, “That’s what I thought.”
Penny stared at him when he came near, staring hard at him through the mirror. Surely, he wasn’t thinking about see her upper n.a.k.e.d half now, was he?
In the end, Damien had her remove the upper half of her dress to bunch around her waist. Damien had given her
shirt to cover her bosom. With the wound that didn’t fall directly opposite in line to her b.r.e.a.s.ts but below. It
made it easier for him to roll and wrap her wound to avoid it staining her clothes are to feel the scratch of the fabric on it.
Penny was sat straight, her face as red as a tomato, her skin cold and her eyes on Damien where not once did it
move away from her back and his hands as he wound the think cloth round and round to tie it at the side. This
was one of those rare moments that made her wonder who Damien Quinn really was. The first time one would
say how notorious the man was but here he was with his eyes that continued to stick to what he was doing.
With new clothes that were brought by a maid who looked dull and out of place with her expression, Penny
remembered what Damien said about death in the mansion. After she had dressed in clean clothes, Penny readied herself to leave the room when Damien stopped her from saying,
“You can sleep in here tonight,” he informed, picking up the first aid box which he went to the bathroom to keep from where he had taken. Coming out of the bathroom, Penny asked him,
“Why not your room?” she asked him slightly curious. Did something happen in there or was it that he was finally
giving her some space after declaring his love indirectly to her. Or was it something she had done? With Pennys
swaying emotions that were drifting towards Damien, she wondered if he found her less appealing now that they had kissed far too many times.
Her eyes lowered, her brows furrowing when she heard him say, “There’s a body lying dead in the room. I need to clean and have it taken out.”
“Body?” she asked. Was it one of the maids? With Penny whose head had been hit, her hands and legs tied while
she was left in an abandoned village where there was no single walking soul until men had arrived after Nicholas’
words to inspect and make a report before the bodies would be cleared to be put in the lake of bones.
Penny had been out of loop of what had transpired during the time she had been separated from Damien and after meeting him.
Damien had no interest in protecting Penny from the knowledge of what was going on. Knowing she would one
day be part of the household and her being involved in the current matters as the switcher had taken her form, it was better to have her know what was going.
“Is your back going to be okay?” he asked for her to nod, “Follow me,” he said walking towards the doors of the
room and stepping outside, holding the door whilst she stepped out of it. Penny followed him, staying close to
him even though there were not out in the village now. After the first separation with how things had turned out
where she could feel every movement of her back with the back of her dress which kept touching, her mind found it hard to stay away from the shelter that could be provided.
The mansion was quieter than the rest of the days she had been in. And just when her eyes reached the end of
the stairs, a small gasp escaped her lips. Four bodies laid on the ground and one of them was the butler, Falcon.
She couldn’t believe her eyes over what might have happened. Too shocked to utter she just looked at them.
There were two girls, the butler who she felt sorry for more than the rest and then the fourth person who was
unrecognizable. The face was completely crushed. Like a fruit’s inside that had been scooped out. It didn’t look
like the person was someone from the mansion but she noticed something very very odd. The person wore the dress she had been wearing in the morning.
Damien’s family stood there watching the maids who had died being placed in the hallways one after another. Maggie who caught Penny coming down behind Damien let out an inaudible sigh of relief. With the body found in Damien’s room with the slave’s clothes which Damien had given, she had been worried that her brother killed the slave.
“Four deaths?” asked Damien to his father who nodded.
“Did you speak to the lord about this?” asked his father for him to nod even though it was a lie. Right now no
one knew about Penny who had had been missing for two hours from the mansion. Even though it was his family
, there were some things he believed to not share and keep it to himself. Especially with the blabbermouth of his younger sister who didn’t know when and what to speak.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 195 – Doubt- Part 2
With the ladies who had seen Penny wearing the dress which Damien had bought for her the couldn’t stop but
be doubtful of what was going on in here. Penny wore a different dress and she had gone out in it. Why was
another person wearing the dress? Grace’s eyes narrowed down to look at the slave and then the person who wore her clothes.
“Who is this fourth person?” their father asked the burning question. Damien after asking to bring and sort down
the bodies had given no information but that he would be going to the Lord to let him know on it. It wasn’t
uncommon for people to die. At least not in the pureblooded vampire’s house as dead knocked more than often where people didn’t know how to control their thirst for blood.
“An intruder. The person tried to corrupt the family,” while his father looked down at the person with a grave
expression the ladies worried. They had heard about it from the last family who had fallen victim to it. The
Carmichael’s. The news of corruption wasn’t widespread but people who belonged to the higher society while the
family members working in the council, word of news was quick to find them, unlike the lower society who were left out of the whole information.
“You shouldn’t have killed him. Death is very easy to be given, Damien,” said his father as if he wished to torture
the man more, “People like that deserve to taste what pain means.” Damien didn’t have so much time or rather,
he had been consumed and blinded by rage after he had already got the inkling that the switcher was trying to kill his entire family while there was Penny back in the village.
He didn’t go to explain how the man came to wear the dress. Answering it would be difficult right now. The case
of the switchers was highly confidential which had been under the wraps where only a few councilmen were aware of it which was countable in two hands.
“Do we have to wait for the council to take a report?” asked his father.
“That won’t be necessary. I will have the bodies taken to the Lake of bones. There are already officials at the shore,” which made his father frown. The man nodded his head.
“Has the food been thrown?” asked his step-mother, Lady Fleurance to hear one of the maids mumble no, “Why
hasn’t it been thrown yet? Do you want to poison us all?” the vampiress took a step forward and Maggie was the
one to cut in to speak,
“The food will need to be tested by the council. We cannot have people thinking that we are killing and throwing
people’s bodies in the lake,” her voice was quiet, looking at her brother she asked him, “Are you going to put Falcon in there too?” to receive a nod.
Call it to be worried, Damien had taken Penny along with him. Putting the bodies behind in the carriage with the
help of the other workers which included the man with a disfigured face. Right now no one knew about what had
taken place in Quinn’s mansion. It would take a while for the other men to bring the dead from the village as it
wasn’t a count of five or six but somewhere in the count of more than sixty to seventy if he wasn’t wrong.
With a quick letter, he sent it to be reached to the magistrate while another letter was sent out to his cousin, Alexander Delcrov who he heard from Nicholas was on his way to Bonelake.
Luck was something very difficult to obtain and what happened today was bad as well as good luck as his family
was safe but the safety had costed people who worked in the mansion. It wasn’t often that a vampire’s family was
attacked and if it did, it was decades ago when there were disputes between the witches and vampires going on
before the witches were driven away. and out of the lands such that now they hid and tried to avenge for the outcasts they were.
“Who was the person in there?” asked Penny as they took another carriage in the front, another that carried the bodies following behind them.
“A switcher,” answered Damien, his voice coming off to be distant when he turned to look outside the window
where the trees in the darkness passed one after another without waiting to be seen clearly. The clouds, on the
other hand, didn’t leave sight as they rode the carriage, heading towards the lake of Bones, “There is another
species. Not human, not vampire or witches. I don’t think anyone of us even knows that they exist. It is only today
did I found out. A creature that can morph to any person in shape, size, voice and the smallest details.”
“There were two today. One who was killed in the village and one more that’s behind,” he meant the carriage that was following them. Penny took in his words, her hands holding the edge of the seat.
“He turned to me,” she murmured in realization. That explained the dress the man wore. She didn’t know how to
feel about it. For someone else to take her identity while she had been in the room full of dusty hay struggling to get out of the binds she was tied in.
“Funnily, it wasn’t once but twice,” Damien ran his hand through his midnight black hair. There was slight
frustration and annoyance as he said this, “The first time we got separated with the smoke, and then this. I didn’t mean to lose you,” he sighed.
It was strange when Penny felt his emotions. The little mix of emotions like irritation, annoyance and a little
anger. All this while he was able to feel her emotions, was it working the other way round now because of the
mark he had placed on her? She wasn’t sure if it was her intuition or if she could really feel it.
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Young Master Damien’s Chapter 196 – Bones- Part 1
Reaching the place, Damien didn’t bother to wait for the coachman and opened the door. Penny carefully got down with his help as he gave her his hand.
Where was this place? asked Penny to herself to see the land to have many rocky stones beneath their feet and
some which were large enough to cover what was there on the other side. From the sound of it, she could tell it
was a waterbody where Damien had called it ‘lake of bones’. Behind them, the other carriage stopped where she saw they were surrounded by nothing but trees.
The maids were the first ones to be taken out of the carriage, where the butler’s dead body followed. She still
couldn’t believe that the man had died in a way where he couldn’t have a grave of his own. Masters and
mistresses never give a proper burial to their servants. All their bodies were put in the lake of bones which was
were people who had no family went by. The council believed it allowed to have more space on the lands than
have a graveyard unless the person had his own land and a family member to perform the burial.
While the maid’s necks flesh was torn out, the butler held a hollow hole in his chest. His expression looked
extremely vacant in shock that Penny turned her head away. Life was so fragile where a person could die in an instant.
The Quinn’s had many coachmen and the two of them who were pulling out the bodies looked at their master
when it came to the fourth person who laid motionless inside the carriage. A sack was pulled over the man’s head to avoid blood or any other body parts to spill in the carriage.
“Keep him there. I need to deliver him somewhere. Take these three up there,” he said turning around to look up
at the cliff that stood tall. In time, a different carriage appeared where a tall man stepped out, with stark blue
eyes that looked like precious gems. Penny’s first guess was that he was from a rich family, a human. But when he
appeared closer, opening his mouth to speak, she noticed the fangs which the vampire didn’t bother to hide.
“Damien,” the man approached walking towards them while looking at the bodies that were on the ground. The
air around him was different compared to the other vampires. If possible she would say it was something very similar to what Damien usually carried. Shaking their hands,
“Maximillian,” Damien greeted the man back.
“The magistrate asked me to go to the lake of bones. What happened here?” asked the man named Maximilian looking down at the bodies that rested on the ground.
Damien took the councilman aside to talk alone. The man gave a look at Penny, his eyes curious before going back to listen to what Damien had to say.
She stood there idle, wondering why Damien had taken her along with him as they left the mansion. It felt as if
she were a toy who was being carried all around by the pureblooded vampire. But somewhere she knew that he
wanted to keep her close where his eyes could reach. It wasn’t as if she wanted to stay away from him.
Penny knew she was the safest when it was around him. It made her wonder how much of a scare he must had
felt today after getting her wrong twice. The councilman named Maximillian who had arrived walked towards the
bodies, bending down and looking at the victims before standing up.
“I will let Duke Leonard know about what happened so that the matter can be kept hush. As Lord Nicholas said, it
would be better to keep it under covers than have the matter let out like a wildfire,” said the councilman.
Damien nodded his head, “I heard that Alexander and Elliot already gave the information about the fleshy masses
that have been falling on the forest area. It must be one of them. Take this man to Murkh,” Maximilian looked
around wondering if he was pointing out the coachmen as they were the only alive people here with the dead
who were going to be thrown into the lake, “The switcher’s body is inside,” as if realization dawning on the councilman he said yes.
“I will have it delivered to Murkh. He would be more than happy to receive this one as an early Christmas
present,” just as the man was about to go near the carriage, he dropped his kerchief which fell from the pocket
without knowledge. With him being busy picking up the dead man out and handing it over to his coachman,
“Careful with the body,” Penny who stood close by, took a few steps forward to pick up the kerchief forgetting
that she had just wounded her back to flinch and take a sharp breath.
The councilman turned around to hold her arm, “Are you alright?” he asked.
“Stupid girl. Who told you to bend when you are hurt,” Damien came to her side to see Penny looking wide-eyed.
Instinctively she moved closer to Damien where the man wound his hand around her.
“You dropped your kerchief,” she said for the man to give her a fanged smile.
“Don’t trouble yourself with that. I have a whole lost of them back home,” he said and turned to meet Damien’s
eyes. A smile on his lips at the sight of Damien holding the human girl, “I will drop by the council to check on this
one,” said Damien to the councilman take the body into his own carriage and heading on his way.
This way there would be no need to go through the court council. It was something he didn’t like to go through.
Things were not to be run like this under the veil where no one could see but this was how the world ran where even the Lord of Bonelake was involved.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 197 – Bones- Part 2
When councilman Maximilian left in his own carriage, Damien turned to look at Penelope who looked petrified as
time started to pass by, “Breath,” one word and Penny exhaled the air she had been holding in, “Is it your back?”
he asked her. Which person in sane mind would go to try bending when it hadn’t been three hours since she had hurt herself.
Penny shook her head, her eyes as if trying to trail the carriage that had disappeared amidst the forest. Seeing
their own coachman picking up the dead bodies one by one, Damien decided to ask her later as she was still trying to digest something that was cooking up in her mind.
“Can you walk?” It was better to make her sit in the carriage.
“I want to come too,” she said. Damien raised his hand for her to take and she took it without a word of protest,
“What is this place?” apart from the rocky stones on the surface of the land and the loose silt beneath it, there
was no greeny grass or plants on this side of the area where the shore of the water body was close. Walking away
from the forest, they moved to walk on the other side of the rock which she couldn’t see previously.
The seashore or the sea itself was something she had never come across before. It looked mystical as they walked closer but not too near to it. More than water in there, it looked like a smokey fog which was white at the top and inky hue at the bottom which moved like a lightning on the surface of the sea bed.
“This is the lake of bones. The name of the East land from where it is derived,” answered Damien, clutching her
hand in a firm grip, taking her in path which had even rocks than the uneven one so that she wouldn’t have much
difficulty in walking, “The lake is made of bones because this is the local graveyard for people who have no family or land to be buried in.
The kinds who the society doesn’t accept to be part of them. Especially when the person has murdered others.
The rich have their own cemetery but the poor don’t get a grave of their own. The bodies,” he realized she hadn’t
seen them, “There are far too many dead men and women, children, and animals who have been killed in the
village we entered. Times like these where they are put up for the sacrificial purpose, the people don’t give them
a grave. More than that, I would say it is a belief.”
“Belief?” Penny repeated the word.
Damien said, “It has been said that the souls that reside here waiting to catch a living person. To drag and feed in
the world they have become part of. Don’t go to close to the shore. ”
“Have people disappeared from here?” asked Penny for confirmation if it was only rumors or if there was something more to it.
“Humans and vampires who don’t listen have lost their lives. Sadly we cannot retrieve the bones as this place has
essentially turned to one of the popular cemeteries that hold thousands of bones under the surface of what you
see,” Damien took a look at Penny who had her mouth open, her eyes looking at the lake of bones as they continued to walk alongside to it.
“Has it been like this since before? I mean-”
“Yes,” answered Damien, “As long as the first generation of the vampires,” with the coachman who was taking the
bodies up to the cliff. Both Damien and Penny reached up there where it was windy and cold.
Penny had to use her hands for the wind that pushed her hair at the front of her face. Holding it back, she took a
step forward towards the cliff as Damien let her hand go. She looked at what nature had to present, the lake of
bones that expanded vastly to spread and reach the ends of the horizon. It was a sea that consisted of bones as Damien said yet it was called a lake.
She wondered if it was a lake before increasing itself in size. There was also another question that arose where
she wondered if this very place connected to the sea where Quinn’s mansion was built. With the first body that
the butler who was brought up to the cliff, the coachmen went down to get the next body upon their master’s order.
Looking down at Falcon, some sort of sadness crept into her heart. The butler was a decent man. A man of fewer
words where he did his job and left but he had been considerate to ask and speak to her when they were alone.
It was only two to three lines of exchange but he made her feel normal unlike the rest of them who treated her beneath them.
It had been quite evident on what her value had turned to since she had been turned into a mere slave. If she
were still a free-living person, she would have been on a higher status than the maids as she wasn’t, she had
noticed the eyes that looked down at her like she was nothing but dirt. Penny was used to it but the sudden fall
in the lowest food chain. It reminded her of a game that some of the women who were part of the middle society played called the ladder.
“I didn’t expect him to die so soon,” she looked up on hearing Damien speak. His eyes were on Falcon, the hole
he had created himself to stop the agony that must have taken place during and after his heart was corrupted.
Living for some countable months now, Penny had learned that there were some Damien spoke civilly while
others who got a taste of his sharp tongue. Even though Master Damien often had the habit to throw someone
under the carriage of the wheel without notice, there were some he cared for her. Like a pet that was saved to only be killed.
“I am sorry…” said Penny to have Damien smiling.
“What are you apologizing for?” he asked her. She didn’t know how to offer him comforting words, unsure if he needed comforting words.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 198 – Bones- part 3
The hole in the chest was wide and bloody making one having to hold the breath with the overpowering smell of
the blood where the body had started its process to decompose. Looking away from the body, Damien turned to
face the sea, “Falcon was one of the decent butlers who could actually listen to the orders given unlike the other
butlers who didn’t last for more than three weeks,” he hummed, the wind moving his inky black hair back.
“I killed them after their incompetency to work right. There’s no use of people who come to work with the
thought that they can freeload while doing nothing. Falcon was brought the mansion after he missed his
execution in the court of the council. He was charged for murder before that,” Penny frowned hearing it, “He
killed his uncle in order to protect his sister,” hearing this, Penny then asked,
“Won’t you let his sister have him buried quietly? She deserves to see her brother before you…” she trailed
looking at him. Damien didn’t answer quickly, with the wind whistling and the waves whispering at the shores, he finally spoke,
“There are times when you cannot follow everything you are supposed to do which is good,” she gave him a
questionable look, “As much as family ties come in the picture it might look unfair, but I cannot let her see the
body. There are two things that could happen-one, that someone might catch wind and one of the people in the
mansion will be framed. To clear it the truth will have to be told which is something that cannot be let out in the
open. The second being, people have different notions of us. Even if it is half-blooded vampires or the regular ones, no one will entirely believe what happened.”
“I am sure she can keep quiet on it. If I had someone I cared for, a sibling or a family member…I would like to
know, Master Damien that be kept in the dark to find out with another twisted information,” Penny understood
what Damien was trying to tell her. There was a possibility that Falcon’s sister would think that Damien had killed
him without reason as not everyone took the death of a dear one well, “You saved her brother from dying. Why would you kill him now?”
“Who knows? I might have done it for pure amus.e.m.e.nt,” Damien exhaled the air out that let a foggy air through his lips.
Penny frowned, her eyebrows drawn together after listening to what he had to say. It made her question if there was something weighing on his mind.
“Master Damien, are you so heartless that you would rob a sister from seeing her brother’s face one last time just because you think she will accuse you of k-”
“I killed him with my own hands,” Damien interrupted her, his voice colder than the night that they were in. She
knew that already, “Some deaths are easy to see and take. As easy as snapping a twig where you just do it but
then there are some that will make you pause,” Penny could tell that Damien hadn’t been looking forward to
killing Falcon even though he told he killed the previous butlers, “When you kill a corrupted vampire, there are
some cases where the person before death comes back to his senses. To his original form. To normal state to
realize his fleeting moments before passing away. Falcon had that,” hearing this Penny’s heart broke.
Damien continued to speak, “It doesn’t often happen and even if it does, it doesn’t matter to us councilmen.
After all, the corrupted hearts are people you don’t know. It is a job to us, to terminate the corruption from
spreading to put it to an end. The look in his eyes, the disbelief of knowing he was dying. The question in his eyes
as he didn’t know what was going on. As much as I enjoy the blood on my hands, killing and tearing people…this
wasn’t fun to watch,” Penny continued to look at him before shifting her eyes back to the butler who was on the cold hard ground.
She wondered if Falcon’s expression would haunt him in the years and time that was to come. To carry it, it would be a burden.
Despite the pain that she felt on her back, Penny bent down. Her jaws tightening to hold in the pain that burst
through from her back. Lifting her hand, she ran it over Falcon’s eyes which were open to close them forever with
his body that had turned cold, “I am sure if he had some more time, he would thank you for letting him live
longer than what was meant to be,” her words were soft on his and her own ears, “There are some who are grateful to what you have done.”
With her body that had crouched, she bit back the pain before standing up straight, “You’re going to hurt
yourself more doing that. I can already smell the blood,” Damien looked at her with a displeased look.
When the coachmen came back again, bringing the other two bodies of the maids. Damien ordered his men,
“Throw the girls in there,” he said looking at them. Penny saw the coachmen’s holding the girl’s legs and hands,
swaying them back and forth before letting go of the person and following the same with the next.
As the body flew down, the speed moving fast there was a slight splash like sound to confirm it wasn’t just fog
but that there was water in the lake of bones. The coachmen ready to throw the butler went to stand next to the last dead body and leaned forward to bring to the edge of the cliff when Damien said,
“You can leave him on the ground,” both the coachmen’s looked at their master before nodding their head, “I need some time with my dead butler,” they got back to position to only disperse from there when Damien waved his hand.
A small smile came to form on Penny’s lips, hearing Damien say, “Let’s give him a grave. I feel I might be haunted if I threw him in the lot here.”
“What about the officials?” she asked slightly worried.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 199 – No one here- Part 1
The coachmen walked down from the edge of the cliff where their master, the slave girl and the late butler who
was now dead laid on the ground. Their master didn’t often bother with the servants, killed by others or himself it
never mattered to him after all he was a pureblooded vampire. A kind that shared no empathy or sympathy. The
dead were often brought here to be thrown into the lake of bones which not only formed a cemetery but also a
way to avoid any blame being put. If anyone killed someone, it was easy to put them here to hush the matter.
Unlike the humans who were scared to be caught and punished over a murder while also having their own
assumption of the lake of bones, they were more well behaved in comparison to the higher people who knew
how to escape. It was only problematic when the person who was killed belong to the higher society. The lives of the lower society who were poor and had no status never mattered much.
Thinking that Master Damien would himself throw the butler after having a word or two with the dead in silence,
the servants left them hill like edge to get down and go back to the carriage to wait for the man to return.
The night wind had turned stronger and colder, biting into Penny’s skin where the quarter of her hands were not
covered. With the Winter which was almost here, the cold had increased that turned her hands and fingers numb but she paid less attention to it.
She looked at Damien who had ordered his men to leave to look back at the sea, the wind blowing his black
mane as seconds turned to minutes where he finally turned to look at Penny, “His sister lives in the land of the north.”
“Woville?” questioned Penny to see him nod.
“Yes. I will have the coachmen to take you back home.”
Penny frowned slightly. Not knowing that the butler’s sister lived in another land and assuming she lived in Bonelake, she had decided to follow Damien, “Will you be going alone?” she asked him.
Damien hummed, “Let me see you down and have you on your way to the mansion,” seeing her give him a look,
he said, “I don’t have the time to take him in the carriage to Woville. It will take two days to reach there by which
time the body would have turned bad. No one will be able to stand around it. Using my ability it will consume
more energy and blood. Taking you and him together even more because of the number of people and the distance that needs to be covered.”
Her eyes titered to look away from him, and she nodded her head as if understanding what he meant.
“Okay,” she answered him. Penny wasn’t as close as Damien to Falcon. The only difference while compared to the
rest of the people who lived and resided in the mansion, the butler was someone who had been kinder though quiet with her which was why she sympathized with him.
Walking towards her, he took her back to the carriage where the coachmen were waiting for them, “Take her back to the mansion. I will be returning back later. I have elsewhere to go,” he ordered them.
Before Penny stepped inside the carriage where the coachman stood with the open door, she paused. Turning to
look at Damien. She wanted to say something but the words never came as her lips never parted to speak. With
her eyes looking into his which looked dark in color and his expression slightly on the voider side, she finally stepped into the carriage.
Damien looked at the carriages leave, both of them disappear in the forest path and he looked up at the cliff he
had come down from with Penny. In a blink of the whisper of the wind, he was back at the top of the cliff like a
hill. Looking down at his dead butler whose eyes were now closed and looked less saddening to witness. For a
pureblooded vampire like him who had everything from the power to money to status with immortality, the lives
of others didn’t truly matter. People died with every passing day, either by violence or by natural death which made on used to it.
The butler wasn’t meant to die but he died anyway. His life sacrificed to save his own family.
Picking up the dead man from the ground. he placed him on his shoulder before vanishing from the spot to leave
the cliff empty with no person to look down at the lake of bones which had the foggy smoke moving, the
whispers of the people who were thrown and dead to leave behind their bones and memories that were almost washed away.
When Damien reached the land of Woville, the temperature here was much warmer than Bonelake.
It was the time of midnight. He walked in the alleyways of the village which looked much more in a slump than the last time he had seen. Some of the houses had the lanterns outside burning while others had it turned off to save the oil for the next day.
With Falcon on his shoulder, he walked inside the village, his eyes picking on sight and hearing to see no one
around and to only have silence as a company. Placing the dead man in the cemetery while noticing the
WatchGuard have who had fallen asleep deep on his chair which was situated in the corner, right outside the
cemetery he went to the house which he had visited only once when Falcon had last visited which was years ago.
The butler and his sister were half-blooded vampires with no parents. The only relative they had, had tried to rape his sister who turned dead.
Walking towards the house which he knew belonged or where the other half-vampire lived, he knocked on the door
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 200 – No one here- Part 2
The lantern that was placed outside the house lit very low as if it would exhaust itself at any moment right now.
The flicker of light falling softly on Damien’s body from the side. He knocked on the door again to wake the
person who was on the other side of the door. Hearing the shuffle of footsteps coming from the other side, the
door finally opened for a man who had scruff around his jaws staring at Damien with a quizzical expression.
“It is past midnight, what do you want at this ungodly hour?” asked the man not taking note of the red eyes that
belonged to the man who stood in front of him. The man looked irritated for being woken up at this hour of sleep of his.
“Is Barbara in there? I would like to speak to her,” Damien said looking at the man, wondering if this was her child or her husband as he was a human.
The man, in turn, listening to this, gave a quizzical expression to Damien, “Barbara?” as if not knowing who was
that person. While the man was looking at Damien with curious eyes on who he was as he didn’t appear to be
from here, at least not this village which meant he was a traveller who got the wrong house and was disturbing his sleep now.
Damien’s eyes shifted to look at the door, searching through the wood to see a leaf-like pattern which he had
seen previously. He was sure this was the house, “Barbara Wood. She used to live here. Brown-red hair who was
of this height,” he used his hand to emphasize the height of the lady, “She was a half-vampire who used to live
with her brother I believe,” said Damien with a charming smile where the man looked with an impressed expression.
The man gave some thought trying to remember before his eyebrows shot up, “Ah, the half-vampire lady. She used to be the owner of this place.”
“Where is she now?” inquired Damien.
It was hard to assume that the woman had moved out of her house to live in another place. It wasn’t as if Falcon
earned well by serving the Quinn’s. None of the servants was paid too much but enough to have them going. It
was one of the rules of the high society which was one way to keep their servants always bounded to them. The
wage was always low as most of the servants lived in the mansion’s servants quarters where shelter and food
were provided. Even if Falcon managed to save and send the money to his blood sister it was hard to believe that
the person would have another house by giving this to someone else.
“She died of course,” answered the man like it was a known thing.
“She was attacked by some of the humans here because of a feud that broke down between the humans and
vampires. Well, it has been quite some years now. It’s been almost four years I believe,” answered the man
nonchalantly, “Feuds are very common here and one or the other dies when it takes place-”
Damien interrupted the man from speaking further, “Do you know where she has been buried?”
The man shrugged his shoulder, “No idea. It was my father and some other men who buried her bu my father
passed away last year so I have no clue,” Damien didn’t wait and started to walk back to the cemetery slightly taken back by the information.
How strange, he thought to himself. Did Falcon know about it? There were times when servants often told lies of
going somewhere but went somewhere else without their masters or mistresses’ knowledge. Four years weren’t
long but he couldn’t remember if Falcon had traveled to meet his sister. He had once gone to meet her initially after which Damien himself had not taken an interest in it.
If Falcon had not gone to meet his sister while serving Quinn’s family since he was brought to the mansion, there
was no way he would have known for the gore of what might have happened to his sister who he had tried to protect.
Heading towards the cemetery, he went back to where he had placed the body in between the many graves. He
had bought the man here so that Falcon’s sister could take a look at her brother before he would be buried but
now that she wasn’t there the whole trip appeared to be pointless at the same time it was unfortunate for how
things turned out to be. Not only that but he was extremely hungry and thirsty. Having a grave prepared, he put
the body in it before placing a stone which was small and not fancy enough to look like a gravestone as the body was placed in the forest.
Damien craved for blood as his hunger started to increase with the use of energy. He started to walk through the
forest when his eyes started to fluctuate between red and black. His corrupted heart was beginning to act and his
conscience turned hazy and back to look to see where he was walking. The usual vampires had it less bad when it
came to being hungry to blood. They killed humans to get blood which Damien did too but with his corrupted
heart, there was a possibility that the infection could be spread to the next person if he bit them during his corruption face.
Continuing to walk in the forest, he stepped into a new village which looked as dull as the previous one he had
visited. With no light apart from the moon, his eyes scanned looking for a meal he could bite into.
A dog that was tied behind a house started to bark, one bark going to the next who woke the person who the
dog belonged to. A woman came out with sleep-filled eyes that had dark circles and who appeared to be in her forties.