Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 201 – Thirst- Part 1
Sleep had come late and she had wanted to rest when her daughter-in-law came out pushing her back,
“What are you doing here? Trying to escape?” there was a snark in the young woman’s voice as she asked the
older woman. The moonlight was enough to showcase the older woman’s face and hands that were covered in the bruise.
“I heard some noise,” came out the feeble voice of the old woman, always like a scared voice.
“You old hag, you will hear more noise if you try to disturb my sleep. Get in!” the daughter-in-law gritted her
teeth. Once the older woman was in, the young lady of the house with extremely thin brows looked around trying
to gauge why her dumb dog was barking until she caught sight of a person standing in the shadow.
Before she could question, suddenly a man attacked her to place his hand on her mouth to stop her from
screaming and into her neck until the woman’s hands fell slack and motionless to her side of the body.
Damien looked at the woman who laid on the ground near his feet who didn’t move. With his increase in thirst
and hunger for blood like he had never felt before, he wondered if it was merely because of his apparition. He
had traveled far in quick time in the past but this was the first time he had felt this thirsty as if no matter how much amount of blood he drank right now, it couldn’t quench his thirst.
Trying to figure out what was wrong, he pulled the woman towards the house, placing her sitting upright with her
back against the wall he looked around. Tongue licking his lips with the taste of the blood which was potent and
running wildly in his veins. His eyes had turned utterly dark as if closely turning him to a completely corrupted
vampire which even had the dog that had been barking before to whine and sit quietly with one single look.
“Good boy,” came Damien’s husky, deep voice as he spoke to the long.
The body of the woman didn’t matter to him. It was a foul nature that most of the vampires possessed. To kill and
quench their thirst without feeling remorseful when it came to the food after all the others were lower and
beneath them. Humans whose life would diminish in years and would pass away. Once he would go back to
Bonelake no one here would suspect of him to have killed this woman. The crime would fall under a rogue
vampire who didn’t follow the law which was laughable as there was everything to be rogue when it came to
vampires. Especially the highest social standing vampires were the ones to abuse the power and hide what they did which people were always ignorant about.
With the blood, he just drank which was more than enough for now and Falcon who was buried in his home
town. Not exactly in the home town he had grown but the forest which ran adjacent along with it, he decided to travel back to Bonelake.
But it didn’t work. It was as if he didn’t hold the ability anymore and he sighed in frustration wondering what was
wrong as when he tried again, he was still standing in the very same place and to have not moved a step forward.
He ran his hand through his hair, weaving them while looking around. It was impossible that he would have
stepped on to the lands where the witches had split magic to avoid some of the creatures from stepping and even if stepped in one couldn’t return back and would be stuck there forever.
Damien was already aware of the few points in the four lands where there was split magic due to which he knew this was a safe place. Yet he couldn’t use his ability which made it frustrating.
Racking his brain with his furrowed brows, he started to walk away from the village on what just happened. Just
as he was left the vicinity of the village, walking down the dusty, dry road of Woville, the north land he finally
realized what was the problem. His eyes narrowed suddenly to form into thin slits.
Those damned black witches.
It was the potion that they had used on him in the hope to corrupt and cause chaos through him. Fortunately,
the potion didn’t work on him but at the same time, it did by turning him more angrier, hungrier and bloodthirsty.
He could make use of the carriage and go back home but sitting for two to three days was something he wasn’t looking forward to as he started to walk again.
Penny laid on the bed with her eyes that were wide-open as she couldn’t fall asleep. Staring into nothingness, she
waited for time to pass wondering when Damien would be back. But that wasn’t what was keeping her awake, it
was the dead bodies she had seen earlier that had kept her awake. The mere sight of the people who had been killed brutally kept flashing in front of her eyes every time she tried closing them.
Hours ago when everyone in the mansion had woken up, no one would have thought that the day would have
turned like this where the air of death still lingered in the air of the mansion. When she had returned back, the
hall and other places in the kitchen were still being cleaned due to the blood that had been dragged and dropped by the bodies while shifting them from one place to another.
By the words of senior Mr. Quinn, the councilmen had arrived at the mansion to take it the vessel which was
poisoned so that they could test on what was added into it. As she had walked up the stairs she had overheard
on how there was another attempted massacre through corruption that had been successful as the people in
there had died while leaving some of the servants, the butler, and the house owner’s daughter alive…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 202 – Thirst- Part 2
The black witches were going too far by trying to kill people who belonged to the higher outstanding of society.
People who mainly belonged to the vampire and pureblooded vampire families. It was one of the easiest ways to
infiltrate and cause the infection such that it would form a plague and wipe out the entire world except for the last standing people who would be the black witches.
Her father was a white witch but her mother…Bathsheba had hinted on how she was a black witch. It was the only
application with the empty casket that was left underneath the ground which had been buried for a few months
now. But how far was it true? What was to be believed and what was to be considered false assumption was hard to say.
She had been dreaming about her childhood, strangely the ones which she didn’t remember. She wondered if it
was because she was far too young to remember. Just when she was about to turn to place her back against the
bed, she hissed in pain. Her back hurt which made it difficult for her to move around and her bending down previously had not been a good idea.
Penny was sure the wound which Damien had previously wrapped and tended to had not opened up wider again as it burned beneath the dress that she wore.
She waited for Damien that night but he was late. Late enough where Pe nny finally fell asleep with her side on the bed.
When morning arrived, the first thing she did was to look for Damien’s presence in the room but he was not
there. Did he come and go? No, it didn’t seem like it, thought Penny to herself. If he would have arrived she would have woken up at the slightest noise.
She waited for him from the morning that had arrived which moved from an hour to another that it was noon
and before she knew it, the day had approached night. During the absence of Damien, it was Falcon who brought
her food to the room without her having to go down and ask. But now that the butler was dead and with the
other deaths that had taken place, the house had been extremely busy while being quiet.
As time passed, her stomach started to make sound and Penny started to grow hungry. She had hoped for Damien to return but now that he hadn’t with a day which was almost gone, she wondered if she should go down to the kitchen to feed herself.
With a soft sigh escaping from her lips, her thoughts went back to what happened yesterday.
It wasn’t just the dead bodies but there was something else that weighed on Penny’s mind which she hadn’t
spoken about to Damien. It was the other vampire who had appeared at the lake of bones. Maximillian. Seeing
the handkerchief fall on the ground, she had only meant to be polite and give it to him as he hadn’t noticed it but it was when their hands met did she see something very dark that hovered behind him.
It wasn’t a shadow but smoke that exuded darkness which made her feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time
that she had experienced it but the second time. The first time was when she was in the laboratory of the vampire
doctor near the council building. She didn’t know what it was, she had been too surprised and overwhelmed to talk about it.
If Damien was back she would have asked him.
Where was master Damien?
She had thought that he would return in a few hours but those hours appeared to have elongated.
It made her wonder about what was taking so long. Did he meet Falcon’s sister and had decided to bury the
butler at the time of noon? After all, the girl might have been fast asleep, thought Penny to herself. It was
possible but with her master’s ability, he should have returned back unless he had other urgent matters to attend to.
When the time passed by, Penny stood up from the bed and decided that it was time to go get her some food.
Every servant was provided with food so she should be able to ask for food by one of the servants right? Looking
towards the wall where the clock sat on, she realized it was late. Late enough that the family members of the Quinn might have finished having their dinner by now and so would the servants which was even better, she said
Padding her bare feet across the room, she opened the door and stepped outside the room to see the lights that
were dimly lit. The candle lights flickered as she moved past them, causing a small breeze when she walked by them.
Her steps were careful even though there was no one in sight. Remembering the dead maid lying near the foot of the stairs, she suddenly paused to blink her eyes to see there was nothing there.
Walking further down to reach the end of it, she made her way towards the kitchen and on her way she found
none. As if everyone had gone to bed early and the maids and the other servants had disappeared to their quarters quickly to avoid the ill fate that had fallen last night.
Reaching the kitchen, Penny went to look at what was available so that she could take some bites before heading
back to the room. The lantern that was placed in the kitchen was running low with less light. As she rummaged
through the vessels, opening them one after another, she finally found the pot that had meat in it. The smell alone had her mouth-watering.
Picking up a small bowl in one hand and the other holding the ladle, she was ready to add the food when she heard Grace’s voice,
“Look at the thief we have here. Stealing food in the middle of the night when the rest goes to sleep,” there was
an evil smirk on her face as she stood there with her hands crossed against her chest like she had hit good luck finally.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 203 – Spilt food- Part 1
Penny had been too eager to notice the young vampiress who had seen her walk into the kitchen to follow her
and see her picking up the food and ready to eat. Her eyes looked back at Grace where the young woman stood
with her hands crossed against her chest, her body slightly leaning back with a smug look on her face.
The young vampiress let go of her hands and started to walk towards where Penny stood, “Don’t you know the
mansion’s decorum on what the servants have to follow. Especially the slaves who are to not touch the food which is made for the family members?” it wasn’t a question as Grace spoke to Penny.
Penny being quite frank replied, “I didn’t eat anything since last noon,” it was only after she had smelled the food
did she remember how hungry she was. It wasn’t that she hadn’t ever skipped a few meals before. She had done
it out of savings, out of lack of time but since she had arrived at Quinn’s mansion she had been given meals on
time. Initially, though Damien had tortured her by not giving her food and eating right in front of her, the man
had later made sure to have the butler visit the room with a sufficient amount of food such that her appetite had grown for good food in quantity.
“Of course, you were. You could have done it when everyone was present. I am sure we wouldn’t refuse giving
food to you. Instead, you pick the time when everyone has retired to their rooms and gone to the beds,” Grace
point the obvious flaw with which she was going to make use of against this slave who had been protected under
her step-brother Damien. She had been waiting for this opportunity since she had arrived back home without
Damien with her. Her brother must have been caught up with the council work as the death wasn’t a simple feud but a plot against causing murder in Quinn’s mansion.
“I just felt hungry now,” Penny said seeing through right away what Grace was trying to do.
“Such an impudent slave girl who looks at people above her in the eye,” Grace with one flick of her hand splashed the bowl on the floor that Penny had been holding to eat.
“What did you do?” asked Penny in disbelief. She had wasted a whole bowl of her food.
The young vampiress didn’t like the tone in which Penny had spoken to her right now. This pesky little slave
didn’t have manners on how to talk to people who were above her. She was the master’s sister and to be using
such tone with her was unforgivable in Grace’s eyes! No one had ever questioned her or her actions yet this slave who was beneath her feet had the audacity to question her.
“What is going on here at this hour of the night?” asked a woman near the entrance of the kitchen.
Grace raised her hand when Fleurance who was walking by heard the words coming from the kitchen. To see
what was going on where her daughter and slave stood talking. Fleurance wasn’t fond of the slave herself and
didn’t understand why her step-son dragged this slave all around like a pet dog where she wasn’t supposed to
be brought. Just today at noon one of the women in her circles came to have tea in the mansion when she heard
from her on how there were rumors running in the society now about Damien’s bad reputation.
‘I overheard Lady Venetia speak on how she overheard another friend of her say that Damien had declared his
feelings over this girl who was supposed to be his slave. Is it true? It hardly makes any sense,’ the lady had gone on to speak where Lady Fleaurance had cut it short with,
‘Rumors are often spread when the person is popular and from a family of ours, it shouldn’t come as a surprise. It is a piece of false news.’
Since the time Fleurance had got married to the Quinn family, she had made sure to get all the reports from the
maids and other servants who worked in this mansion to make sure it was running just as she wanted.
Having a slave wasn’t bad. It had never been bad as only the rich men and women could afford slaves from the
black market or from the slave establishment. It showed the high status of how they had the ability to have a
slave and do what they wanted with it. From the time Damien had bought the girl home, instead of having her
put in the bas.e.m.e.nt cage, he had directly made her sleep in his room while making her eat what they ate which the woman considered to be an insult on her face.
Her husband didn’t mind it but she did. To Flerauance to have married into the rich and prestigious family, she wasn’t going to let a mere slave tarnish her step-son’s name.
“Mother!” her daughter Grace walked to her mother, facing her to say, “I found this slave girl snooping around
with the ladle in her hand,” she placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder and then took a step forward such that the little light from the lantern fell on the Lady’s face.
“Haven’t you eaten enough for the day? You are already turning plump in size, the last thing we need is you
looking down at us thinking we are equals. Imagine the day where you sit with us at the table,” Penny blinked
back at the vampiress which the woman took offense, “It is as I thought. Damien has taught you no manners at
all on how to behave with us,” said Fleurance, her eyes catching note of the bowl and the food which was splattered across the kitchen floor.
Penny’s teeth ground against each other in annoyance where she could not retaliate or express. What a stroke of bad luck to be caught by these two vampiresses at this hour of the night today.
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- Had they been waiting for her like bats in the trees mansion ready to catch her alone where she wasn’t anywhere
near Damien’s room? She was a poor hungry girl who needed food, which was why she didn’t understand what the fuss was all about.
What Penny didn’t know was that the mother-daughter duo had been observing Damien’s behavior with her for
long now which was why they felt the need to discard this slave right now. To have a walking breathing slave who
was turning important to the boy, it was time to throw her away when he wasn’t around then have their names sunk in shame thanks to her.
Penny was sure she hadn’t put on weight and they were only making a bunch of lies wanting to throw and start a fight of argument for no reason.
“You are standing here idle instead of cleaning the mess you created in the kitchen,” Fleuranc tched.
“I will get to cleaning it,” answered Penny, going to fetch a cloth, she bent down and started to clean the floor
which caused by Grace. If it was possible with the way Penny was now glaring at the ground as she cleaned it, Grace would have been dug a few feet under the ground.
She cleaned the floor, making sure to not have any meat residue which was wasted for nothing. This was the
problem with rich children, thought Penny to herself as she cleaned and wiped the floor. Going to the black sink,
she took the tumbler to fill it up with water and wash the cloth before going back to the floor. The rich didn’t
know what poverty meant. With the food being provided to them endlessly at any point in time with the variety they lacked to appreciate the gift of food.
After she was done, she noticed the older vampiress and her daughter staring down at her, “Now where were we,” Fleurance tilted her head in question.
“Mother, if I may?” asked Grace, taking the permission to speak as if she were a good child.
Penny wanted to roll her eyes at the farce of it but she was in no position to do it. With Damien who wasn’t back home yet, it was better to play in their own terms than inviting more unneeded problems.
“She could have eaten with the servants but she dares to touch the food which was made for us. The food the
family members of this house eats. What a joke,” Grace’s eyes lit up like fire, staring at Penny she continued to
say, “She dares eat what was prepared for us. Do you think you are one of us?” she demanded an answer with her brows raised in question.
Penny who lacked the etiquette to be a slave wondered if she were supposed to nod or speak not knowing if it would be considered rude.
“No, milady,” a weak voice came out of Penny’s voice. Her shoulders drooped down and her head as she stood in
front of them. Both the mother and the daughter were the kind whom she doubted would listen. Especially with
her being a slave, it seemed to be luck which wasn’t even thin but non-existent. It was a luck of air, thought Penny.
“Look at her speak,” Lady Fleurance looked down at her.
Maybe speech was not required.
Penny stood still as the woman glared at her, “You do have a point with her having to sneak around in the kitchen
like a dirty little rat which is where our food is prepared. She ought to be punished,” said the older vampiress.
As if three wasn’t a party, Lady Maggie arrived where Penny felt some sort fo solace in her chest right now, “Oh,
good! Sister Maggie is here,” exclaimed Grace looking at the other lady of the Quinn who approached them
wondering what was going on. With the way Penny stood and the other two family members of hers, Lady
Maggie wondered if something had happened. To give a brief on it, Grace explained, “This girl sneaked into the
kitchen, lifting up foods which were prepared for us and the ones which have been precooked for tomorrow’s breakfast.”
Oh no, Penny. What did you do…asked Lady Maggie in the back of her head.
Servants were not allowed to meddle with their owner’s food. Even though she wouldn’t have known about how
things ran in the pureblooded vampires or the higher society’s household, she should have asked one of the servants instead of coming straight for the food.
Lady Maggie said, “I didn’t see her for any of the meals. She must have been hungry,” she and Penny both knew
that Grace had been waiting like a snake to catch hold of her for some time now. Now that Damien was absent in
the mansion for a longer duration where his arrival seemed uncertain, her step-sister had decided to make use of the opportunity.
To smoothen things down, Penny herself bent her body forward with her head but she couldn’t bend too much
due to the wound which was turning to dried scabs yet some side of it still soft and painful, “I apologize for my
actions. I didn’t mean to cause any disrespect or to change my status. I am a measly slave girl who was only
hungry and looking for food. Please forgive me,” Lady Maggie nodded her head for Penny’s timed apology.
If it were someone else, they would have nodded along to and let the matter slide with a warning but this was a
pureblooded family. With a person who wanted to play with Penny hurtfully as she belonged to Damien.
“That doesn’t mean she breaks the house rules,” Grace chipped back in. Walking towards the vessel, Penny
stepped away to give way to Grace who took a look at the food, “She might say she wants to eat but what if all
she wanted was to poison us. Don’t you think it is strange that Damien who has never brought a lady to the mansion has bought a slave who keeps her in his room.”
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What are you trying to imply, Grace?” asked Lady Maggie with furrowed brows.
Grace smiled, “Come on, I am sure no one is blind here like a wall. Brother dear is so attached to the girl and who
pays five thousand f.u.c.k.i.n.g gold coins to buy a meager slave. I wouldn’t even buy a pair of shoes for that
amount,” that was because even you know you don’t deserve it, said Penny in her mind.
“Language, Grace,” her mother warned.
“Sorry, mother. If you think about it carefully she can be a witch who is trying to poison us,” Grace continued with
her speech which turned Penny’s hands cold suddenly. Like a hammer hit perfectly on a nail where Grace’s words
were half true and the other being absurd, Penny tried to calm her nerves and she put her acting skills back in track again which had slipped down her face after Lady Maggie’s arrival in the kitchen room.
Lady Maggie, as well as her own mother who looked at Penny, gave an unamused expression, “Don’t you think
you’re taking it a little too far, Gracie,” Lady Maggie responded back to her sister who chuckled.
Walking back to her mother’s side, Grace stated, “It might sound ridiculous but it is true and I know that. Why do
you think that man whoever brother Damien killed had the exact similar dress what she wore yesterday? Don’t
you think it is odd?” this was something none had an answer for, “How can you tell that this slave standing here
hasn’t done something to him? We were even attacked, about to be killed. Doesn’t it worry you? That this girl has come with the same intention to kill us all.”
Lady Fleurence sighed with her daughter’s over thought process which looked silly to her, “Let us not deter from what had happened. Grace, she is not a witch-”
“But mother-” Grace started to only have her mother glare down at her which had her lips closed.
“If she was Damien would have known about it and he knows better to not raise a witch in the house with the
line of work he does,” said the older vampiress. Her eyes searching for something in the kitchen and she said,
“She has committed a mistake of touching the food which is for the family. You are lucky,” said the woman to
Penny making her raise her head up to look at her, “If you weren’t the slave of Damien and one of ours, you
would be hanging now at one of the trees outside while setting up yourself as an example to the others to know what to do and be careful.
Letting you off won’t teach you anything for the future,” hearing this both Lady Maggie and Penny appeared to look worried.
Penny didn’t know what kind of lesson Lady Fleurance was planning to give her. The Quinn’s had the strangest punishments.
“Weren’t you telling that you were hungry. We will make sure you have enough food that will fill up your stomach
right up. You won’t even think about food for days after that,” Lady Fleurance smiled as excitement began to
bounce on Grace’s face. She walked to one of the brown pots where water surrounded at the bottom of it.
Picking up an empty glass, she started to pour something into it. It was dark thick blood that was being poured in the glass which made Penny feel nauseous.
“She’s human. She won’t be able to digest it,” Lady Maggie came to the rescue again.
The older vampiress turned to look at her step-daughter over her shoulder, “You know, Maggie. You should live
up to your mother’s dreams and expectations. She would be very very disappointed to know that she had a weak
daughter who didn’t know how to punish a slave who was out of line,” the woman gave her a warm smile which felt nothing like it.
Penny who was standing idle in one place turned her eyes to see the look of Lady Maggie who appeared to be
caught off guard by the mention of her mother. She had heard a few things from Damien and by the standpoint
view of a human, Penny didn’t count the late lady to be an ideal mother because of the encouraging words she
gave when it came to killing people with the lack of remorse. At the same thought, a dull smile came to form on
her lips which was hidden by the shadow of the room. Her mother wasn’t an ideal mother either, to fake her death and to never contact her back without a sign.
Fleurance walked towards the wooden table, placing the glass on it instead of giving it by hand to the human girl who was going to be punished.
“Drink this,” she ordered while taking a step away from the table as if standing too close near the servant would be too low for her.
Penny felt like it was Deja Vu. This had happened before too but it had been on a lighter context where she had
thought she could escape from it. In the end, it was Damien who came to rescue her from his crazy family.
But Damien wasn’t here today. She felt as if internally in her mind she was crying like a river while outwardly she
stood staring at the glass that was placed on the table.
“Don’t make us wait. Hurry up and drink,” Grace’s voice was eager as she spoke.
Knowing there was no wait out of this, her hand went to reach the glass and she picked it up. It wasn’t that she
hadn’t tasted blood before but it was by biting her cheek or tongue. Never in large quantities like this. She could feel three pairs of eyes looking at her which made it difficult to move.
“If you cannot drink we can make you drink,” Grace chimed, happy to take that route if needed.
With a deep breath, Penny raised the glass to her lips which she tried to prolong while looking at the liquid in it and finally placing the edge of the glass on her mouth…
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Lady Maggie stood like a stone out of the words which were spoken by her step-mother. She hadn’t expected
her to remind about her mother. And she stood like time had halted at that time. Realizing it was the truth which
Fleurance had uttered just now.
If her mother was alive, she would look at Maggie with disappointment in her eyes which had crossed a few times
before her mother had passed away in her bed. The truth was that if their mother was alive, Penny wouldn’t have
been let off this easily. She would have faced far worse by her mother. Fleurance was not even half of what her mother was as a pureblooded vampire.
One of the well-known things, when it came to the pureblooded vampires, was the tight integrity of the family.
The rules and the laws of their own which were to be followed. To respect elders no matter what without
questioning the adult decision. Such was the environment when it came to the pureblooded families.
Especially the ones which fell into the farthest and oldest lineage like the Quinn’s.
Her mother was a beautiful woman with wavy brown wavy hair that was often tied lowly into a pony-tail. Sharp
eyes and nose, her beauty that apparently which got passed on to both her children but more on to her younger brother which she didn’t mind.
She remembered the old times when her mother was still alive and she and Damien were young children who barely reached the age of ten.
‘It was the time of Winter just like this. Much harsher though. Her mother had caught a man walking in the
children’s room, snooping and looking at the objects there. He was a peasant who had only joined the mansion
to work and had meant to leave early after stealing some basics things without much value. The story was that his daughter was ill and needed food and medicines which he didn’t have time.
He had spoken to the house butler but the man had refused, saying the wages would be given only after the
month’s work but that man had no time. As back at his home, his daughter was not getting any better.
“How dare you try to steal in the Quinn’s home. What a nerve you have,” her mother questioned the man while the poor man had his forehead touching the ground. The man quivered in fear.
Her brother Damien and she were young at that time. Standing behind the large pillars to see what was going on
when they heard the commotion. Her father had gone out for council work that day due to which the lady of the house had taken control of the situation.
“Milady, I didn’t mean to! Please forgive me!” pleaded the poor man, “My daughter is very sick. She needs medicine.”
“You could have asked and help would have been offered. But picking up my children’s belongings and trying to
sneak away with it,” her mother stated to have the man raise his head to defend himself.
“I-I spoke to the butler, t-the but-butler said they don’t give the money on the second day,” there were evident
tears in his eyes which had made little Maggie sad after hearing to the story he was saying, “It is all for my child.
She will die if I-I don’t get her the medicines told. Please forgive me, milady,” the man continued to beg. Her
mother stared at him. As if noticing her children’s presence, she looked to her side to find her two children standing behind the pillar.
A smile broke on her lips looking at her children. She raised her hand in their direction, “What are you doing there? Come here both of you, this is your own house. There is no need to be shy.”
Damien and Maggie came to walk away from the pillar and towards their mother. Their small steps reaching to stand on their mother’s side while looking at the man quietly.
“Milady…my daughter is as old as yours. Please spare my life and hers,” the man continued to beg, tears falling
down from his eyes which broke Maggie’s heart. Out of the two children, Damien was hard-headed while Maggie
was the one to have received the emotions of compassion which was not something that she had received from her mother.
She looked at her mother, and when her mother’s eyes met hers there was a certain unpleasant look that she received as if she weren’t happy with her daughter’s reaction.
“Dear Maggie,” she called her, “You should remember that people who don’t follow rules of this house ought to
be taught a lesson such that they don’t repeat it and neither will the others,” the other servants who stood far
away from the scene could hear the lady of the house say it with a smile on her face, “Thieves need to be
punished for stealing something that belongs to us or you. Of course, this holds for you too Damien,” the young boy nodded in reply.
Walking towards the man, she placed her one hand on his shoulder as if wanting him to stand up. Startled, the man stood up.
“Watch and learn children,” their mother said before ripping the man’s head apart from his body.
The scene was vivid in Maggie’s mind and eyes. Damien had picked on his mother’s traits while she hadn’t. Even
during their first kill, Maggie hadn’t come out triumphantly as Damien which had lessened the affection towards her.
It wasn’t that Maggie hadn’t tried to make her mother happy but little things weren’t sufficient. What their
mother wanted was blood on the hands which often made her question if her mother would be happy for what
she had done to the maid by killing her. After all, she had tried to fight for something that belonged to her.
Until her mother’s last breath she had done nothing but tried to impress and make her mother proud but it always felt like she was failing which step-mother must have learned from her father.
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It must have been one of the reasons why Maggie had not attempted to keep any of her mother’s belongings
which were saved by Damien who refused to let even her in initially in the attic. She didn’t attempt to explain to
her younger brother but there had been a gap been caused which was hard to fill up right now. Maybe if her
mother was still alive she would have been either proud of what she had done or she would still be trying to make her happy.
Maggie knew it was wrong but somewhere she was glad that her mother had passed away. She was undoubtedly
a loving mother, and Maggie loved her mother dearly though she didn’t receive the same affection and
admiration at Damien. But she was glad for how things had turned out. Else her mother would never approve of this growing relationship between her brother and this slave girl.
It made her question if Damien would still like this girl as one word from their mother would have been enough for him to turn away or finish her off. She looked at the girl now.
The very same reason when her step-mother spoke about disappointing her mother, she couldn’t move herself to
protect the girl who was holding the glass of blood. Unfortunately, the bond with the family ran so deep that it
was hard to break away from it. Some did while some were tied to it as a responsibility to follow.
Penny, on the other hand, felt her heart skip a beat as she raised the tumbler of glass near her mouth. Her hands
had turned utterly cold, raising goosebumps on her skin where her hands were covered. The heart skipped a beat
because of the way the color in the blood started to change. The red thick liquid which had been poured by Lady Fleurance had started to swirl softly before the liquid turned itself to crystal colored water.
Not pausing her hand, she shakily brought the glass to her lips and sipped it.
“…..” she continued to drink until it was completely empty.
Water. That is what she had drank…
What in heavens name just happened?! Penny could hardly understand as her pulse started to beat loudly.
The vampires in turn who looked at her mistook the beating pulse of hers as if she was going to vomit on the
kitchen floor at any moment. To make it believable Penny acted as if she was about to throw up at any moment now.
“Don’t even think about it,” warned Lady Fleurance. The last thing they needed was the smell of the slave girl’s vomit in their food.
Grace, on the other hand, was enjoying the scene immensely at Penny’s plight, “Have you filled your stomach
enough? Or would you like to have another go at your food?” hinted the young vampiress for Penny to shake her head dumbfounded with what just took place.
Grace and her mother were the first ones to leave the kitchen. Maggie stared at Penny for a while who looked utterly dazed before leaving the kitchen herself and going to her room.
She stood there for a few more minutes before her heart went back to its usual beat. Looking back at the glass closely, she brought it to her nose to smell it. It was scentless.
Okay…said Penny to herself. It was time to calmly take a step back and think about what just happened.
Lady Fleurance accused her of food. Okay, maybe not that far but a little forward. The older vampiress took the glass, added the blood and handed it to her.
There was definitely blood in there unless the Quinn’s were playing a joke on her which was highly impossible in the current scenario. And when she raised it, the blood turned to water.
Just like that.
She couldn’t figure it out! She knew she had turned the poison which was meant for the vampires to have turned
to water but who knew she could turn blood into the water too. And it happened without her trying anything.
A wide smile came to form on her lips. Well, what do you say about the luck I have, asked Penny to herself.
Looking back at the food, she frowned. It looked like touching another bowl of food was not a good idea and she should wait until Damien arrived back or until the morning where the servants would be served.
Walking back to her room with a less empty stomach because of the water, she stepped inside and sat on the
bed. Waiting while looking at the door looking hopeful on when Damien would arrive. With a sigh, and forgetting about her back she bent down to hiss in pain before standing straight up.
After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door where she went to get it. Opening the door, she saw there
was no one there. Leaning forward, she looked to her left and right to see no one there. Just to make sure, she looked up at the empty ceiling.
About to close the door, she noticed a plate of food that was right outside on the ground. Biting her lip, she
again looked left and right, picking it up, she took the food inside and closed the door happy and blessing the
person who had brought the food at the front of the door. Though she did wonder about who it could be that had left the food for her thoughtfully.
Maggie who stood at the stairs saw the girl pick up the food and get back inside Damien’s room.
There wasn’t much she could do to stop and hinder in the ways her family ran but with Damien who had broken
tons of rules in this house after their father married Fleurance, her doings were much simpler. And she knew
Damien would want this one well-fed. Until he would return she would have to keep an eye as the good sister she was.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 208 – Children of the past- Part 1
If you have read the previous books you should know about Maximilian’s story, If you haven’t read, I would urge to read:Valerian Empire, Heidi and the Lord, Bambi and the Duke.
As easy it is to read this book as standalone, you will enjoy the book the fullest if you know the background story
of the other characters while there are minute and subtle details I make use of from the other books.
The morning wasn’t bright but it was brighter than most of the days in the land of Bonelake. The sun trying to
play peek every once in a while behind the passing clouds that moved from one side to another like someone who was waving it away in a certain direction sometimes.
The little boy and the little girl sat at the table of their mother’s room. Writing something in their book while
having another book placed on top of the table. When the little boy placed his inked quill down on the table, his mother asked,
“Are you done writing, Dami?” she was sitting on the other side of the room, on the edge of the bed as she
sewed the clothes for her children. The needle going in and out as she concentrated her eyes on it while her
consciousness that was directed towards her children who were studying together.
“I am done, Mama,” the boy answered, stepping down from the chair while taking the notes he just made.
The children were young to look at but with the difference in the aging when it came to the humans and
vampires, the vampires and pureblooded vampires taught their children early as their brains were much developed than the lower creatures who were the humans.
“Let me see what you have here,” his mother placed the needle and the piece of cloth she had only started
working to take a look at her son’s homework. Not believing in the work of a guardian or bringing a teacher into
the mansion, the lady had taken it upon herself to teach her children how she wanted them to grow up.
And in her opinion, she was doing the best job. Who else better to teach her children but herself. Her daughter
followed her son shortly, carrying her book with her while waiting for her turn to have her mother look at it.
“You have got one of these wrong, darling. Surely you can get it fixed before I am done with the next piece,” said
the woman, her smile evergreen on her lips which didn’t fall but always remained on her lips. It wasn’t a pleasant smile but a smile that wrecked the servant’s nerve when her gaze fell on them.
“Yes, mother,” Damien answered obediently before going back to finish and get it done right away within the time Maggie’s work was inspected.
“Hmm, it appears you got most of them right, Maggie. Don’t look so happy,” the velvety voice of the lady
reached the little girl’s ears, “You are a few years older to Damien which puts you in advantage while you have to
be faster than him. Do not complain that it is because you are a girl. It would be the most pathetic reason,” the vampiress handed back the book to her daughter.
She told it with respect to the way once her little Maggie had tried to pull the gender card. The last thing she wanted was her children using excuses.
The little girl’s shoulder slumped knowing exactly what her mother was speaking about, “I am sorry, mama.”
“That is alright. Come here, dear,” her mother raised her hand, not stretching it too much but enough for the
young girl to place her little hand in her mother’s hand, “I know you won’t speak about something like that again.
My daughter knows not to disappoint me. Right?” asked the lady to which the girl nodded her head profusely,
“Off you go now. Both of you,” said the woman to have the children step out of her and her husband’s room.
The little boy went wandering around the mansion. Looking at the plants that had grown right outside their
mansion which was turning greener and lush in appearance. With his books that were placed back in his room,
Damien pushed the window to see on his left and right if someone was there before placing his foot on the window sill and to climb up the roof of the mansion.
This was his favorite place in the mansion. The quiet atmosphere and the wind which blew in a greater velocity
around him he continued to walk up and further until he reached the tip of the tower bell which was never used.
The boy didn’t know if they even used it. It stood quiet and firmly. Taking a seat on the dark brown roof, he
looked at the sea and the sky which touched each other to form a horizon. The clouds had finally started to move
as time passed but it was too late to get warm sunlight as the sun had started to move to dip down the sea now. The sky turning orange and red in color that reflected back the light on the landscape around him.
“What are you doing up here sitting alone?” he heard his mother’s voice and his head snapped to turn and look
at his mother, “You look surprised,” said the lady, her footsteps firm on the roof as she got closer to him.
“I, how did you come up here?” little Damien asked, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked at her.
“You can climb and I cannot?” he raised her brow at him, “I was looking for Maggie and you, to find out that my
little boy was nowhere inside the mansion. So I came to look for you here. Do you like this place?” she asked him. Taking a seat next to him, she pulled her legs forward to place her hands on her knees.
“I love it here,” he answered, his mother stared at the sea that reflected the bright colors, “It has beautiful colors,” he said looking at the sky and his mother nodded in agreement.
“That it does,” the lady started to hum something very softly that sounded nothing less to a bird or maybe better than the bird’s voice as she continued to hum the song.
Curious the boy asked, “What are you singing, mama?” which had his mother smiling.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 209 – Children of the past- Part 2
“It is called the song of death,” she answered to have her son give her a puzzled look, “It is a beautiful song.”
“Death is not beautiful,” said little Damien.
“Why do you say so? Death is only the beginning of a lot of things, it is never the end. When you grow up you
will know and understand that there is solace in pain. It is much warmer than the sun,” she raised her hand as if
the rays of the setting sun could heat her cold skin, “Do you think it is odd, dear boy? That I speak of it so fondly,” her voice was soft and had always been.
Damien shook his head, “Nothing could ever be odd when it comes to you, mother,” this earned a chuckle from his mother.
“You’re an endearing boy,” she wrapped her arm around his shoulder to bring him close to her, “Will you promise
me something?” she asked from him to have the boy nodding his head right away even though she was yet to
speak on what the promise was about, “Promise to keep in your heart forever? The boy I have grown you up to be so far and want you to be.”
“Yes, mother,” answered the boy diligently to have her smiling.
Brushing his hair away from his forehead with her hand, she placed a tender kiss on his forehead.
The boy appeared to be strong while her daughter appeared to be weak when in truth there was a difference in
the facts of what people saw or what she saw. She didn’t know why but for a few weeks she had started to
hallucinate about things that didn’t happen. Things she believed were happening when in truth it wasn’t. And
during such time, she had noticed there was something about her son, his eyes that she noticed to have fluctuated once from red to black and then to red again.
It had worried her to the point where she had got the vampire doctor from the council to get her son tested but
with the test that had come out clean, she had been relieved and at the same time, she knew something was
wrong with her. It was not only that but she had seen her daughter kill someone. Blood on her hands.
Within two weeks of time, lady Quinn had fallen ill and was asked to rest in bed. It broke the children’s heart that
their mother had turned ill and at the same time, the servants felt like they could breathe after the lady had finally passed away.
Usually, it was the male vampire who often went killing people but in this mansion, it was the lady when it came
to being responsible over the many deaths that were taken in her hands, earning the name of being cruel and merciless.
During the time of burial, the family stood around at the family cemetery where are all of their relatives were
buried. With their family being old and rich, there was no need to have the person buried elsewhere, where strangers came and went.
Though little Maggie had bee seeking her mother’s constant approval that didn’t mean she didn’t love her
mother. In both the children’s eyes, their mother was the best. The woman knew how to handle her children, she
was a loving mother, wife, and friend to them who protected them from the outsiders.
Both the children saw their mother’s body being which was in the casket. The wood was made of Bocote, it’s a
reddish-brown color having its texture and color which made their mother who now lept in it look that much serene and beautiful.
Damien felt his eyes open under the sunlight which peered through the multiple leaves that were above him.
What a strange thing to dream about, thought Damien to himself as he stretched his body with his back that was against the trunk of the tree.
Last night he had been utterly tired, his vision turning dark every once in a while making his head hurt. Deciding
to take a small stop, he had taken a seat under one of the trees in the forest to only fall asleep and wake up now
. Standing up, he pulled out his pocket watch from his trousers to look at the time. It was heading close to noon.
He couldn’t believe that he had not only overslept but also had lost many hours when he was supposed to be headed back home.
Finding the closest river in the forest, he came upon a water stream. Drinking water from it, he looked at his
reflection to see black eyes staring back at him. It seemed that the amount of poison that was pushed into his
body had still not got out of his system. The dosage was of a high quantity which would only take its sweet time from disappearing from his body.
Whatever it was, the poison had affected his ability due to which he still couldn’t travel back in space.
“Dumb black witches,” he uttered the words in anger. His anger raising which was simulated by the corruption of
heart, his emotions spiraling and letting loose when he realized something about this spitgrass and the potion which the black witches had devised against the race of vampires.
He rubbed his forehead with his hand, trying to contain his anger before his hand smashed to one of the trees that had the dried leaves falling down on the dry ground.
The corruption potion wasn’t a normal poison that could be pushed out of the body easily. If it were, it would
have been easy to convert the corrupted ones back to their normal form. The potion was devised so that it would
stay in the body forever until the soul and body were completely damaged. Though nothing had happened initially, the potion was slowly affecting him.
Suddenly his fangs grew out of his mouth. His eyes turning darker by the passing minute where he had the urge
to drink blood again. The bloodthirsty vampire in him starting act as it looked for anything and everything possible.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 210 – Encounter- Part 1
In an hour’s time, Damien had killed more than six animals and wasn’t yet satisfied. Suddenly he heard a rustle
from above and he took the gun that he carried with him. Pulling it from his back to shoot right above him for a person to fall down on the ground.
The person had dark scale-like features. Eyes that resembled a snake and tongue that slithered in and out of her mouth.
“What do we have here? A corrupted vampire?” asked the black witch with a grin on her face which made her look ugly in his eyes.
“And an ugly black witch. By any chance, you have the antitode which will cure my current condition,” he asked without dropping down his gun down to his side.
“Should have asked before calling me ugly,” said the black witch, to throw a sharp metal towards him. All he had to do was take one step to the left to let the metal pass by his face.
Damien smiled, looking at her, “I was only stating the truth. You are quite an ugly witch I have come across so
far,” this earned him a few more metals that came flying in speed right at him which he dodged one after another.
“I would have given it to you. The medicine for the cure you’re looking for,” the witch shook her head with a
smile that made her look like a dead corpse. One of the weak points, when it came to the black witches, was that
they were weak to compliments to how they looked. Unlike the vampires or the human or the white witches, the
black witches lacked in the department of looks. Their true nature of appearance was hideous in nature which
was why they used a decoy of human disguise to make themselves look pretty enough that had men as well as women drooling over them.
“Don’t feel so bad. Most of you are ugly,” continued to Damien with an unwashable grin on his face.
The black witch started to attack him relentlessly and in less than one minute, Damien had the witch against the
tree with his hand around her neck, “Tell me now, where is this potion of spit grass being grown. If you tell me the truth, I might call you beautiful and maybe go out on dinner on the hill nearby.”
She scoffed looking at him. Struggling to get out of the hold to realize the man was much stronger than the other men and women she had killed and used.
“Let me go, and I might tell,” she offered to have Damien shaking his head in disapproval.
“That can’t be done,” he tched.
“Why don’t you try kissing me? I might tell it to you,” said the witch, her form turning one to her human form
where she looked beautiful. The witch undoubtedly knew her trade on how to save her neck. Damien smiled,
giving one of his most charming smiles as he looked at her with his hold on her neck loosening.
“That might not be a bad idea,” he whispered to her, angling his face as he got closer to her lips. The witch
eagerly opened her lips and before their lips could touch each other, the vampire head banged the woman and threw her on the floor of the forest.
“Why the f.u.c.k would you do that?” asked the witch, to have Damien smiling.
“My taste hasn’t fallen down to the level that I have to sully my lips by kissing you,” stating this, he shot the black
witch right on the mark at the center of her forehead. The bullet pierced through the front of her head creating a hole to see her skin starting to crumble into black dust.
Before he knew it, he heard the whistling of the wind which was headed in his way. More witches.
Not knowing how many were coming, he decided to take cover near a tree. With his bullets that he was yet to
refill and his corruption lingering in his body, it was better to take shelter than fight. The whistling sounds
diminished as if it took a different direction and he stepped away right in time to come in front of a black witch who was dragging a woman by her hair.
Pulling out the gun’s locks, he checked to see that there was a single bullet in there. Of course, he could refill
them but silver bullets weren’t easy to make. The number of days it took to prepare them was time-consuming, and these bullets were created by his own hands.
With a sigh on his lips, he aimed right at the black witch for the gunshot to resonate and echo through the forest
for the second time. The black witch fell cold on the ground, the body dissipating in the air with just a mist of black dust.
His feet took him to where the woman laid on the ground, cowering and trying to keep a distance from him.
She looked at him for several seconds, as if expecting him to ask if she was alright but instead, he said, “Get out
of here unless you want to fall prey again,” he didn’t wait to give her a hand to stand up. Turning around he walked away from there leaving the woman sitting there.
The woman instead of listening to what Damien said, continued to sit there looking at the man’s back before he
disappeared behind the trees of the forest. Her once fearful and tear-filled eyes had turned dry as she stood up. Dusting her hands.
Her brown eyes and hair looked in the direction he had disappeared in. Looking at the black witch’s ashes of dust
that was sprinkled over the ground she turned her eyes away from it hardly bothered with the death of the witch.
Her eyes narrowed. Wasn’t this the same man whom she had seen around her dear daughter Penelope when she
had visited the village? The snake-like tongue slithered out of her mouth to go back in again.