Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 221 – Retribution- Part 1
It took Penelope less than five minutes before she started to doze away to a dreamless sleep. Her eyes that had
turned heavy was now tightly shut close. With her head that rested on the soft pillow, a soft snore escaped through her lips.
Damien continued to look at her sleeping face. She looked utterly tired when he had met her at the Isle Valley.
She looked vulnerable. Her body as if weak and broken which was understandable. By the way she had answered
his questions, Damien could tell that there were certain parts where she wasn’t comfortable enough to talk about
it. He didn’t mind that because soon he would be getting the report from the very same person who had tried to damage what personally belonged to him.
Leaning forward, he moved a piece of her hair which fell on her nose, pushing it away and putting it behind her, he heard her heartbeat quiet and steadily.
After a while he smiled, she was finally opening up her thoughts for him to see. If she had the energy to hit him
with the book over his small joke he didn’t have to worry about her much. She was too exhausted and he
couldn’t but feel guilty enough to not take her with him. But at the same time, he was glad he didn’t take her along with him to Woville where he had lost control.
Meeting up the witch who was dragging a woman, he had traveled by foot instead of the carriage. On the way,
his corruption had started to act, making him turn in a way where he lost the count of space. It felt hazy and dark
but somewhere he remembered drinking the blood of the vampires. It was one of the advantages of being a
pureblooded vampire where one could feed on their own kind without worrying about the lack of humans around them.
While his state continued to fluctuate and with the amount of blood he had consumed on his way, he was finally
able to travel as if the poison that had entered his core of heart was disappearing away.
Arriving back at the mansion, he had apparated to his room expecting to meet Penelope but she wasn’t there.
Walking around in the room, he had wondered if she down in the mansion or with his sister Maggie which had made him take shower before changing his clothes.
Stepping out of his room, he had met Maggie,
“You’re finally back home,” his sister Maggie had responded at his presence, “You didn’t let anyone of us know that you would be gone long.”
“It was a pressing matter. I didn’t expect it to hold me back this long. Have you seen Penelope?” he asked looking at the below floor where some of the servants walked to work on their jobs in the mansion.
“Isn’t she in the room?” Maggie questioned, her head falling to the side, “She didn’t come out your room while
you were gone. Maybe she is in the kitchen?” proposed his sister for him to give her a small nod. Looking down
at the watch which was fixated in the hall as he stepped down the stairs, he saw it was early mid-morning. Did she not have her breakfast? he wondered.
Making his way towards the kitchen, he gave a glance trying to find her but she wasn’t there either. The maids
who were there bowed their head deep, not raising their heads until he had stepped out from the kitchen.
It was strange how both Damien and Penny had missed each other with less than an hour’s time. If one were to
arrive early and another to leave late, the whole misfortune could have been avoided but some things were
meant to be. With furrowed brows, he had looked for her, trying to find her with the bond he had placed to realize she wasn’t here.
There had been strict orders that Penelope was never to leave the mansion without his very permission. It was a
rule he had given out when he had only bought the girl. With her not in the mansion, there was certain angst that brewed in his chest.
Penny knew not to run away and escape from the life he had handed down to her. She could be rash but she
wasn’t stupid when she knew how important it was for her to be safe. The question was where she was and who
had taken her. With his anger bubbling up like a heat which had only started before the hot liquid would spill out, he caught hold of the maid who was walking past him with shaky legs.
He raised his hand to stop her from walking away, “Stop,” the maid looked scared and worried. Her eyes looking
at him as if she already knew the dread that was approaching, “Where is my pet?” he asked her.
“M-master D-Damien, Lady Grace took her,” the maid stuttered unable to keep her conversation and ready to cry
with the way Damien looked down at her right now.
“Where?” his jaw ticked, his red eyes narrowed to form slits.
With her throat dry, the maid gulped, “I am not sure-”
“WHERE?” his voice resonated loud enough for the glass and the other items to shake.
The girl flinched in fear. Though she had done nothing, her legs started to shake, “I-Isle Valley-ey.”
Hearing this he didn’t wait for a second longer. His up to no good sister had really crossed the line and it was only time she would receive what she deserved.
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Damien moved out of the bed, making sure Penny was fast asleep. He doubted she would wake up and therefore
after an hour passed by, he stepped down on the carpeted floor. Taking the pillow which he had been using, he
walked around to place it behind her. She hadn’t changed her position as if consciously knowing her turning on her back would bring pain to herself.
The wound which was supposed to have started to heal after two days had opened up. Bruises on her back where
he didn’t need Penny to be specific on where Grace had kicked her. His hand clutching tightly as it formed into
fists he let them loose. Bending down he kissed her very gently, his lips leaving a feather-like whispered kiss which barely touched her before standing straight again.
He picked a couple of woods to add them into the fireplace to keep the room warm so that the girl on the bed
could sleep comfortably. It was something he had been doing since he had bought her to the mansion. Humans
often caught cold which led to serious matters before they would pass away like the fragile being they were. Ready to leave, h walked towards the door when he heard,
A smile came to form on his lips, “I thought you were asleep,” he turned over his shoulder to see that her eyes
were closed. She was dreaming. How sweet was his mouse to think about him even in her dreams while he had asked for her to sleep.
Going for the knob of the door, he turned it around and stepped outside the room. His footsteps were soft along
with his movement before he shut the door close. The expression on his face that had been smiling fell like a wave that rose and fell.
As he made his way to Grace’s room, his footsteps were firm and his shoulders straight as he walked all the, not
bothering to knock on the door but kick right at it which opened with a loud bang. Stepping inside his eyes looked around to see his sister was not home yet.
“Of course. How could I underestimate you,” muttered Damien under his breath.
With his father gone out for work, the girl wouldn’t return until then knowing his father would stop him if he
would plan to do something to his third child. But Damien was as stubborn and cruel as what she had done. Today his father’s presence would not save her.
He walked back into the hall to see his stepmother, Fleurance walking back to her room from the dining room when he greeted her,
“Good afternoon, mother dear,” a look of surprise passed across her face.
“I heard you went to visit Woville. You arrived pretty quickly. Did you use magic?” asked the vampiress with one
of her brows raised. Damien smiled, the fake smile which many were aware it to be fake and still he used it on purpose.
“I did. It is one of my many special abilities,” he answered for her to press her lips by seeing him smile vacantly.
Even if he told a person openly, no one would believe to think that a person had the power to travel through space in less time than what people were used which were the carriages.
“Is there any time you can speak without being sarcastic?” asked the woman, looking at him as if she were unhappy that he didn’t accept her as his mother after all these years.
The bitter truth was that it was neither Lady Fleurance’s or Damien’s fault as time passed by things had only
turned dire with the gap which now could never be filled. Lady Fleurance after getting married to his father had
looked forward to a happier family, children that would listen to her. But with the loss of their mother both the
children never came to accept her part of their family. The distance only grew, misunderstanding coming forth
where now everyone walked on thin ice when they weren’t speaking to each other. If not arguing which often took place in the dining room.
“Is there any time you can put some sense in your daughter’s head? Maybe if you did you wouldn’t be seeing the hour which is approaching quickly,” hearing this the vampiress’s eyes narrowed to look at him.
“She has been perfectly grown, in the right way a pureblooded vampire should behave unlike you and your sister
who don’t know how to handle simple matters like that of your slave,” going by his step-mother’s words he
noted that she knew what went by today. His older sister, Maggie was unaware and if she knew he would have known quicker.
Finding the right chance, his step-mother continued to speak, “Unlike what your mother has taught you and Maggie, I have taught my daughter better on how to own her lineage.”
Damien couldn’t help but have his lips quirked up, his eyes shining bright and red where the black specks that
had been around his eyes had now disappeared, staring at her. Fleurance knew very little about his mother’s
upbringing with them. She took in Maggie’s behaviour as a reference while considering his living to be rebellious.
Old people, thought Damien to himself, “I never got to put my mother’s teaching to good use. I am sure we can
demonstrate some and maybe you will reconsider,” the second wife was bound to be jealous over his late mother who had occupied his father’s heart even after death.
As bad as his mother appeared in the public when punishments had to be handed down, she cared and loved the
family she had been given which might have been the reason why the three of them were still bound to her even after years that had passed by.
“Don’t do something you will regret, Damien. Don’t forget. Family comes first and then an outsider. Those are the rules that we abide.”
“You are right, dear mother. How can I say no to it,” he smiled, starting to walk away and he then paused his footsteps, “Don’t forget to let me know when my dearest sister comes back home.”
“Why?” asked Fleurance, her look turning one to be suspicion.
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Damien shrugged his shoulder. WIthout imparting any words to reply or exchange, he started to walk out of the mansion. His footsteps taking him on the lonely bridge that stood in the air.
When Grace returned, she walked inside as if she had done nothing wrong today. Like her day had been of bliss if
it weren’t for her brother who returned back to only slap her amidst the crowd. She gritted her teeth. She had
been shamed in front of people, in front of the higher-ups like the Lord and the Duke, the very same man whom a few months ago she had been chasing.
And all because of that mere slave who was nothing but worthless. How could he slap her for a mere slave of no
value? Someone as negligible as that girl who was a girl who came recently while she was his sister. Blood-
related! She couldn’t wait to tell it out to her father. Knowing well how her father didn’t take well of physical abuse on her.
Once a maid who had been cleaning while she was in the kitchen had split a boiling pot of her from her hand
which had fallen on her. That day her father and mother had the maid’s back whipped to teach her not to drop
anything in the house, especially hurting their child. These maids were nothing but born out of the filth. They didn’t deserve the kindness the higher up showed them.
With that thought in her mind, she headed inside. Walking through the wide hallways, she just entered further when she felt herself suddenly have her back against the wall with a loud thud.
“What are you doing, Damien?! Let me go!” Grace shouted as she struggled to get him off of her. By age and strength, Damien was much stronger. Enough to overpower the young vampiress.
“Hmm? Why should I?” he asked completely oblivious.
“Because I said so! Let me go! Mother! Father!” she yelled where her parents came out of their room and so did
Maggie. His young step-sister was causing a ruckus but he didn’t mind it one bit. Rather he smiled and continued to enjoy seeing her struggle while trying to push him away.
The family came to where they were, the ruckus inviting some of the servants who lurked to only be glared back
by Senior Mr Quinn to not interfere with their family matters. Family matters were meant to have only family members while not to have any outsiders involved where they could see, hear or speak about it.
“What are you doing, Damien? Let your sister go,” Senior Mr Quinn spoke to Damien in a grave voice.
“That cannot be done this time father. Grace deserves this one,” Damien responded back without turning to look
and speak to his father right now. How could he miss the opportunity to torment his most favorite sister? Times
like these never came often and if they did, neither Grace or Damien missed the opportunity on it.
“I don’t do things without a reason.”
Their father looked at his children and his wife, a grim expression on her where she gritted her teeth, “Take your
hands off Grace. She hasn’t done anything she was not supposed to do,” said Fleurance for Damien to finally turn around.
“Are you sure about it?” he squeezed his hand around her neck which had Grace now thrashing against him.
“Let’s speak it out calmly, Damien. Put Grace down and we will discuss what the matter is-” his father started for him to sigh.
“Trust me this one doesn’t need a table discussion. Why don’t you ask your beloved wife or daughter on what happened?”
“Grace can speak if you remove your hand around her!” Fleurance took a step forward to hear Damien say.
“Don’t,” one word of his was enough to have her stop right away.
When their father turned to Maggie as she was the most reasonably considered to the rest of the three in the hall right now, she shook her head meaning to say it wasn’t Damien’s fault. Curious the man asked,
He turned to his wife, facing her to demand answers, “What did Grace do, Fleur?”
The older vampiress pressed her lips as if wondering how to put it in the right way where her child would not be subjected to any punishment or threats, “She took his slave out today.”
“Is that all, it is?” asked Damien, his voice turning cold.
“Yes, that was all. She’s too young and needs to know how to handle slaves-” the woman went on to defend but
Damien was in no mood to listen to her. Picking Grace by her neck where the girl had to walk on her toes to keep herself balanced and not hanging in the air.
“How funny that is. After several numbers of times, I have warned not to touch things that people belong to me, how hard is it for your brain to understand that part. Or you,” he looked at his step-mother.
“Careful with how you speak to me, Damien,” Fleurance gritted her teeth, anger spiking up with her own pride being taunted at.
“Why? If you were my mother, you would have known that Maggie hates oysters in her food which you favorably
bring it on our table. If you were my mother, you would have taught some sense to have Grace learn some
decent manners which I see she has none. Which in turn comes to the point to show you know nothing about us. Do you?” he taunted her.
“Come to the point, Damien. What did Grace do?” asked his father not wanting things that weren’t directly
connecting it to come out like a thread being pulled from a cloth which would lead to endless argument.
“She did everything she must not do. Didn’t you, sister?” Damien patted her hair while still keeping her at an arm’s length. Finally, she had stopped thrashing around and stood still.
Grace stared back at Damien and before he could start spouting his own nonsense, she decided to voice out, “I
barely took her for a walk in the Isle Valley. I am sure she was sick and tired being cooped up in that room of yours.”
“Oh?” Damien offered her surprised expression, “What has the day come to that you think about someone other
than yourself? But what came to you not touching her? Let me tell you, father, on what she and your sweet wife
who is standing next to you did. I don’t know which one did what but one of these two slapped the girl who I
now have in my room. They kicked the girl, hit her, put a collar around her neck when I being her master didn’t
resort to such things. But that wasn’t all, Grace took a bite from my slave. If there is one rule to follow it is to keep
up the words and not cross your lines in the world of the pureblooded vampires. And even if you do, one should
know to not leave tracks but I don’t blame Grace for it. For someone who thought I would return after two days
she believed the wounds she gave to the girl would reduce and turn as if she had done nothing and had never taken a bite from her.”
Looking at the gulp which Grace took, Damien smiled. His eyes crinkling with amus.e.m.e.nt that didn’t reach his eyes.
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Did I get anything wrong so far, mother ?” his eyes shifted to Fleurance and then back at Grace, “To make things
worse you made her crawl on the streets of the Isle Valley with the wound you inflicted on her,” Damien took the leverage of Penelope’s already existing wound to blame it entirely on Grace.
“She is only a slave. You dare stand to treat your sister harshly for an outsider who has no value,” Lady Fleurance spoke up not liking the way Damien was steering the conversation.
“She might be an outsider to you but not to me,” Damien declared for a shocked gasp to come from the older vampiress in the room.
“I told you! He is going to bring shame to Quinn’s name. That girl is going to be the fall of us all,” came out the
dramatic tone of Lady Fleurance while speaking about it to her husband who had a frown on his face. Coming
from the highly renowned lineage of pureblooded vampires. Even his own father wasn’t happy to hear that his
son was speaking fondly of a slave who didn’t suit their family. At the same time knowing what and how Damien
was, there was little to no chance to have his mind changed as he seemed fixated on the girl.
“Is it true, Damien?” his father confronted him, “She is a slave.”
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“She isn’t,” Damien deadpanned, receiving confused expression from everyone including Grace.
“What do you mean, she isn’t? Do you think you can switch a slave to a lady by your mere words? A slave is lower than us in status. Not just us in every name and form in the society that we live in!” Lady Fleurance demanded what was going in his head.
“It is sad how people don’t listen to what is being said in this mansion. Like I said she is not a slave, she has no
branding on her back,” he smiled in glee to have everyone stunned and speechless, “She has never been branded except for me.”
The lady’s mouth hung open, “What do you mean…?”
“I placed an irreversible bond on her,” apart from his older sister Maggie who appeared to be less shocked and just merely taken aback the rest appeared to be still processing it.
The irreversible bond was one that wasn’t used now. It was almost a forgotten bond that had died down in years,
the knowledge on how to put it where only some carried and knew it. Unlike the soul bond that was used to
interlink the souls until death did them apart, the irreversible soul allowed to reach out to one another’s
thoughts. In an ancient myth, it was told that there were some souls that could reincarnate and if they did, they would abide to have the very same person.
If people knew about it, they would make use of it but the bond had turned worse than a whisper which no one
knew of. At the same time, it wasn’t spoken because unlike the soulbond where mutual feelings were necessary
to form one, this didn’t need the approval of feelings. Which in turn had a side effect. If the person couldn’t take in the bond, it would not only kill the taker but also the giver without a question.
“You didn’t…” Grace whispered unbelievably.
“Father,” Damien spoke, his eyes meeting his father’s which looked serious, “Penelope is not a slave and she
hasn’t once been branded which makes a free soul. A soul that has been untouched where your son has decided to take her as his wife. Do you have a problem with it?” he tilted his head in question.
Maggie looked at her father who rather gave out a quick question. Even though he was a quiet man, he knew his
children and the way things worked. There was no way now anyone could reject the girl and call her to be a slave.
At the same time, she couldn’t stop wondering how sadistic in nature her brother was and it was only going to turn worse with the time that was ticking on the wall clock.
Looking at the next person who was her step-mother, she could see the shocked expression where she failed to
speak right now. Damien had been dropping one note after another where people were taking time to recover.
“Mother often said to protect things and people who belong to you. She protected us well and she was a
remarkable woman. Mother Fleurance was saying how I should respect and place family first. Now that Penelope
turns out to be my family, I wonder whom should I listen to,” he asked thinking in wonderment, “Grace…I have
warned you enough. Once? Twice? It was more than twenty times but chances can only be given so far before you break the last line. I am sure at least two of them will agree here.”
“If she really wasn’t a slave you should have said it so in the beginning. It would have avoided the confusion,” his little sister spoke through her teeth.
“You still don’t get it, do you? The words were to follow and not to break. You broke the family code which you
couldn’t follow. You are a disgrace and I believe you should have the same treatment with what you have done to her,” Grace’s eyes turned wide before she gave him a smile.
“You can’t do that. I am one of Quinn’s and you have a family to honor which includes me.”
“You have disgraced the family enough to speak about honor right now,” Damien’s eyes blazed with fire. The anticipation making him lick his lips.
“This stupid and-” Lady Fleurance went to step forward again but this time it wasn’t Damien’s action which stopped her. It was her husband who placed a hand in front of her.
“Damien is right, Fleur. This family is built on values and laws. It is not the first time for Grace to break it and she
has broken it far too many times that we can consider to overlook the matter,” the man was older than the rest
but not blind to what was right and wrong, “I am disappointed that you did not heed to my words, Fleur.”
Lady Fleurance’s lips parted, “What?”
There was a deep frown on their father’s face as he spoke, “When Grace asked me about the girl, I told her to
take Damien’s permission. Not to do anything without his word. You should have made her understand instead of
being lenient about the matter. You reap what you sow. It is not Damien who will handle what he needs to do with her,” he said sighing in the end.
“But she is our daughter,” the woman looked at him disbelievingly. The man said nothing but continued to look forward with a calm expression on his face.
Grace who had been confident all this while that nothing would happen to her not looked scared at Damien who
looked at her with mirth in his eyes. She looked at her mother who looked helpless and her father who didn’t look at her right now, leaving her in the hands of Damien.
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Grace couldn’t believe that her father approved and was taking Damien’s side right now. For someone who came
yesterday, they were choosing that slave girl over her. Their daughter and sister. She had come to believe that her
parents would support her. Even though her father had not given her permission it wasn’t because he felt it was wrong of her to take the slave girl out but just because it was Damien’s slave.
“Is this because I am not your firstborn or second born child?” she looked at her father with a mixture of pain and anger in her eyes.
Her father who had refused to look at her at this moment after hearing what had transpired in and outside the
mansion in his absence, now returned his gaze back to look at his youngest daughter to hear her speak,
“Damien and Maggie have always been your favorite. Whatever they do is always right and what I do is wrong and childish!”
“That is because what you did was childish,” her father responded back to her and the young vampiress shook her head as if refusing that she was in wrong.
She pushed Damien’s hand away from her but her brother didn’t let go of her neck. His hold instead only turned violent making her cough to make her understand that rebelling wasn’t going to favour her right now.
“I always have to fight for affections in this home. Do you know that neither of your children ever speaks to me
politely?! They are always among themselves making sure to let me know that I am the outsider,” Grace heaved
out a large breath, anger bubbling in her eyes. A certain sadness that lingered behind her eyes which started to crumble down and flow down out of her eyes, “Not once have they welcomed me!”
“That’s not true-” started Maggie but Damien beat his older sister.
“That’s right. It is because you don’t deserve the affections,” at that time one could tell how much the younger
vampiress was hurt yet at the same time her anger continued to brew in her, “There is nothing wrong if I try to
get some attention to myself by my own means. How can you punish me over a fact where none of us was informed of her not being a slave!”
Lady Fleurance agreed to what her daughter said, “Grace is right. Slaves have been switched and swapped. And just because she took her out for a day as her-”
“Her WHAT?” Damien looked at his step-mother, “Penelope was my slave. She is mine to take care and do what I
seem fit. Just because we shared the same blood by our father that doesn’t mean what is mine is hers. Didn’t I
say not to touch what belongs to me and me alone? Did you want attention? I will give you the attention you have sought.”
“Don’t change the subject,” Grace raised her voice.
Damien smiled looking at her, “I did not. If you had taken her out and not damaged her the ways I found her in
Isle Valley, I would have considered your words of plea. You not only disobeyed me but did things you were not supposed to do.”
Gritting her teeth, Grace herself stepped forward to look at her brother in his eyes. An unmistaken annoyance
and hate in them. She said, “She deserved it. You say she is not a slave but how do we know for sure that it is
true? You must be telling it for the sake of it. Just to bring me down and show that I am wrong like you do always. Prove up that isn’t a slave.”
At those words which were spoken, the other three family members fell into deep thought. What Grace spoke had logic while at the same time it could be true or untrue.
“Do you have proof that the girl you have in your room right now is not a slave, Damien?” his father’s stern voice
echoed the walls of the hall they now stood in. It was only the family members who were present with the
servants and the other maids who had scattered back to their servant quarters who couldn’t keep quiet but whisper over what might be happening in the mansion right now.
“Proof? What are you asking proof for when I told that she isn’t a slave,” came out the dull voice from Damien who seemed hardly bothered with Grace who was trying to buy her way out of her punishment.
“You cannot harm Grace without proving your facts of the girl not being a slave,” said Lady Fleurance, walking
towards them she went to take Grace but Damien moved his hand away from her reach to have Grace walking back.
“Not so soon, mother dear. We aren’t done talking so you cannot decide on believing that she is innocent,”
Damien’s eyes blazed in his own anger, a certain amount of madness in there which was spiraling out through his
voice and the way he was looking at the older woman who had to stop her hand and retracting it back.
Continuing to defend her daughter, Lady Fleurance turned to look at her husband for support and said,
“Everyone heard him buy the girl in the black market. Don’t tell me she just decided to be part of it to fool him in
buying her for five thousand gold coins. I don’t see a logic there that he can even prove that she isn’t a slave,”
turning to face at Damien, she continued, “Show us the lack of slave marking. You know what I will go check it for
myself and see the lies you have been spewing. Who knows if you even gave her the irreversible bond?”
Lady Fleurance turned her heel, starting to walk and placing her on feet on the staircase and one hand that was on the railing of the stairs when Damien’s loud voice echoed through the hall, to say,
“Take one more step towards where she is and you will have no daughter of your own.”
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The threat was cold and evident. A purposeful one which had the vampiress stop from moving forward. She laughed. Laughing some more, she gave her step-son a dirty look,
Spatting out the words, “All you have is a threat. Your words are filled with lies and all you were waiting for was to hurt her.”
“You should be the one speaking, milady,” Damien retorted back. Lady Fleurance turned her head slightly, raising
her chin like she had done nothing wrong like her daughter. She turned her heel to step down from the stair
which she had stepped down, her eyes narrowed at her step-son for the false accusations, “When father said to
wait for me, weren’t you the one who gave Grace the permission to degrade the girl but that wasn’t all that you
did now, was it? You brought the collar which you saved in your closet room. But there is more to it, you even went so far as to punish her by making her drink human blood.”
Lady Fleurance’s jaw ticked. Her mouth twisting in distaste. The girl deserved far worse treatment than what was
handed down. For her to open her mouth and tattle tale about them, the slave hadn’t learned a word from what they spoke.
“As I said, prove it to us that she is not a slave. It is quite hard to accept that after all these days you are telling us that she isn’t one. Were you trying to fool us?”
“Does it matter?” Damien raised an eyebrow in question, challenging her as he knew she could go on and on and
so could he right now by keeping this up until the next morning, “What makes you think that I would let you
touch or see her. What belongs to me, belongs to me alone and none at all for others. Which strikes the question
of you wanting proof. The bottom line right now is that Grace broke the rules and there is no way going back to what she has done or if she can fix it. Unless…”
Everyone waited for Damien to continue while he left them of hanging and waiting for him to continue to speak.
He turned his gaze back at Grace, “Unless she goes through what Penelope went through. And by that, I mean every single thing she did since this morning. Slapping, kicking, hurting her while putting her to shame by making her crawl in the Isle Valley.”
“She deserved that and I didn’t know it,” Grace spoke through her gritted teeth.
Damien moved his hand back and forth playfully, “Oh, Gracie. You should count the last remaining lucky stars of
yours that I haven’t killed you yet for what you have done. For shaming someone who is dear to me, what do you think would be the right thing to do?” he asked her.
“You must be joking. To put me in the same level as her. If that is so killing me is a better option. If that is what
you want,” the girl turned her head away dramatically, waiting to gain sympathy which only came from her
mother. Their father stood there, brows slightly furrowed. Punishments in the pureblooded family, when given
out, were always severe to the things they did. It was about following rules and if one failed to follow the house rules then they had to be ready to face the consequences.
“Death is too easy to be called as punishment, Gracie. Haven’t you heard the saying that goes by the humans? An
eye for an eye, a limb for a limb,” he whispered. A loud thunder struck down near the forest that was situated not too far from the mansion.
“Damien,” his father spoke after a long time, “I reject the idea of her crawling on the ground. As much as it is for
the sake of her punishment where she learns and fixes the errors, it is also something that would affect the entire
Quinn’s reputation. It might not matter to you but it does to the rest of us. The decision lies in your hands.”
By now, Grace had come to realize there was no way to get out of this. No matter what she said it was like none were ready to listen. With the dear trying to bubble up from her throat, she swallowed it down.
Going to the last resort, she said, “I am your sister. Someone who came first and she came later. You cannot do
this to me,” by this time, her voice wavered for the oncoming wave which was going to hit her through the punishment.
In Damien’s eyes, it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered right now, especially after seeing what she had done to Penny. The girl needed a reality check and he would do that.
“Father says I can’t make you crawl the way you made Penelope crawl all over the place of the Isle Valley as if she
were a dog. Mistreating the person but don’t worry. I have a well-deserved gift for you which will be a reminder
of what you did and what you shouldn’t in the future,” there was a shine in his eyes which started to scare Grace.
“You will regret this,” said Grace, an underlying threat that Damien didn’t mind one bit.
He only continued to smile, “Maggie,” he called his sister who walked forward.
“Yes,” Lady Maggie answered.
Frankly, the eldest child of the Quinn didn’t want to be part of it. Grace might have thought otherwise about her
but she had always considered her as her sister. Be it only that she was a stepsister by word or half-blooded
sibling where they shared the same father, she had always been polite and nice to her. Or maybe not crossing her
path to avoid confrontations which were not necessary as the girl was spoilt since childhood.
Standing in the sideline she had been quietly watching and listening to the conversation. Being the oldest sibling,
she had overlooked things, unlike Damien who enjoyed the confrontations. The jab of words going back and forth.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 227 – Anguish- Part 1
Grace had been warned and it wasn’t the first time the warning was handed down to her. Time after time she had only taunted and the only person she could blame was no one but herself.
“Would you be kind enough to get the ropes that are in the attic room.”
Maggie wasn’t sure if she should get it or wait for someone to say something, seeing no one say any a word of
protest she answered with another yes. Grace looked at her with widened eyes, her eyes snapping to look at Damien to ask,
“What do you plan to do?” asked Grace.
As Maggie started to walk towards the attic room which wasn’t too far, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the
girl. Grace should have known what would be the outcome when it came to Damien but at the same time, no one had seen that things could go this far. Breaking words and rules under Quinn’s roof.
Stepping inside the attic, she picked up the lantern to search for the ropes. Finally finding them, she picked it and brought it along with her.
The signs were all over and if one noticed carefully, it wasn’t hard to know and follow on how her brother was
fond of the girl. She had realized it the day he had peeled her an apple. Not a normal peeling but a bunny apple
which he had never done it for years. The last time he did it, it was for their late mother during her time in the bed which was a practice session.
Reaching the halls, she found Damien making Grace sit on the chair. Handing him the ropes she stepped away to see him tying Grace’s hands.
“Why are you tying her?” asked Lady Fleurance, her lips, and throat dry from sheer worry.
Not receiving a reply, Damien continued to tie the rope whilst her father looked away already knowing what his son had on his mind.
Finally, when it was done, Damien spoke to Grace with a hushed tone, “The more you fight for it the more painful
it would be. Stay still and we can make your punishment quick,” the others felt a quiver of shiver run down at the knowledge of what was going to happen.
“No…” whispered Grace. Her eyes turning hollow in dear right now. She started to thrash in her chair for what was
going to come. With her unable to move or run, she turned her face away while continuing to whisper, “No, no,
no. I will be good from now. I will listen to you,” she said looking back at Damien whose eyes looked hollower than hers.
“Should have thought about it before you broke the words I spoke,” he tched with a lack of sympathy for her. It
was no secret around that Damien enjoyed the fear and the panic his sister felt right now. Walking closer to her, he placed his hands on the armrest of the chair.
“Please, don’t do this,” a drop of tear fell down from her eyes when he used his hand to catch hold of her jaw.
“Shame for shame, dignity for dignity and pain for pain. Don’t you agree to it, Gracie?” with that he raised his
other whilst holding her face, “Smile now,” Grace struggled for a few minutes and Damien let her. Behind them, Lady Fleurance placed her hand on her husband’s arm to bring his attention to him,
“Don’t you love Grace? You are only proving her point by not saving her. Damien cannot do this! She is a young girl, please help her!” she spoke in panic.
Senior Mr. Quinn hadn’t been looking at Damien and turned his back ready to leave, “It is not about proving, Fleur and you know that too. She should have known and this is all I can do.”
“You did nothing! He is going to rip her grace and pride of being a pureblooded vampire and you are standing here doing nothing! Help her, please. You cannot stand here and watch,” she pleaded to him.
Grace is my daughter and I love my children equally but you know what she did was wrong. And with the girl
who now bears the irreversible bond…” his words trailed into darkness. Eyes that were closed with his wrinkles
around his eyes and his hair that had turned gray, he finally opened them in sadness. The man wasn’t choosing his favorites but was merely giving out justice to what had occurred.
With three children, he loved them equally. The man was known for his quiet nature that was acquired by his eldest daughter. Damien had acquired his mother’s characteristics which was why he exactly knew how his son was while also knowing the mistakes that were committed by his youngest daughter. He didn’t like it but what to be done was going to happen and there was no looking back.
The irreversible bond, his son had said. He didn’t even know his son could get the marking. With the bond that
had died and kept secret within the first generation of vampires, there were hardly any who knew about it.
Thinking about it, he walked away from the scene as he wouldn’t be able to see what was going to happen.
Lady Fleurance and Maggie continued to stay there, standing still like a statue with their own heart pumping.
“Please,” Grace continued to plead, another drop of a tear falling on her cheek that rolled down, “I will change,” Damien brought his hand close to her mouth.
“I hope you will after this,” he said, his face turning serious.
Placing his thumb over her fangs he forced it front before pulling her fangs out one after another as the young
girl cried quietly with the shame that started to sink into her bones before he even put pressure on her fang. Her
mouth bled and he stepped away from her and dropping the fangs on the floor that belonged to her.
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With Damien who left the hall to go back to his room, Lady Fleurance ran to her daughter’s side. Maggie
followed her step-mother’s steps, going to stand next to the chair as her younger sister stared at the empty
space ahead of her. She sat there with a blank expression, her upper jaw bleeding with trickles of blood that fell
down from her lips to trail down to her neck and her clothes. Lady Fleurance picked the fangs that were covered in blood, speaking to her daughter,
“Gracie?” her voice was soft and gentle. Taking the ropes that were tied around her hands to the armrest. When
Maggie tried to help, stepping close with her hands raised, “Stop!” came the sharp voice of her step-mother, “Don’t even think of touching her. Your brother and you framed this, didn’t you? Always treating us like outsiders. Stay away from her.”
“STOP! Grace doesn’t need your help. Leave us,” Lady Fleurance looked away from Maggie not wanting to her
face or anyone’s right now. Her daughter looked wrecked and broken as if she would never be herself from now.
“I apologize for what has happened,” Maggie bowed her head for a second and then walking back to her room.
Lady Fleurance picked up her daughter from the chair, taking her by her arm, she helped her back to her room,
“You don’t have to worry about what happened. There’s the council doctor who has experience in these things and he will fix back a new pair in no time,” but Grace didn’t react or say a word.
With them who lived in the high society of the pureblooded vampires, fangs were the most important weapon
that defined them as who they were. It was a matter of pride to have them and without it they were nothing.
“Here drink this,” said the lady bringing a glass of water to her daughter who took it without any complaint. That night a lot of them didn’t fall asleep.
Penny dreamed over what happened. The slaps and the kick on her back. The way the vampiress had pulled her,
dragging her like she were a low dog towards the black market. But that didn’t stop there, the girl had continued to take her to a place until she was back on the platform of where the bidding took place.
Her breathing turned quick in her sleep that had Damien’s eyes snapping open to see the change in the intake of
her breath. Bad dreams, thought Damien to himself. Moving closer to her, he leaned forward to have his lips placed near her ears,
“You are safe,” he whispered the words in her ears, “Don’t fear anything. You have nothing to lose and if something happens, I will be there. You are safe right now, Penny. Safe,” he said to her softly without waking her up.
And in less than a minute, the raging heart of hers had fallen back quiet to its normal rhythm. He looked down at
her sleeping face. It was only a matter of time before he would have revealed who she was but not what she was. That was something that would never be revealed.
He could go set a meeting with the priest of the church but he didn’t want to leave the mansion right now.
Especially with emotions that were all over the place and it wasn’t just him. Vengeance was always sweet and with what Grace had done he could have pushed the chair into the sea they are surrounded with.
Sleeping next to Penny while listening to her hear breathing. He placed a hand below his head, crossing his legs as he laid on the bed.
There was not an ounce of regret but satisfaction for what he had done. The punishment had been severe than death.
When morning arrived, Penny woke up with her eyes that struggled to open up. Her body hurt as she had slept the entire night in one position.
“Good morning, mouse. Slept well?” came Damien’s voice behind her as he stepped out of this bath. The fresh fragrance of soap filling up the morning air in the room.
Penny gave him a nod, “You?” she asked.
“Wonderful sleep as always,” his feet padded around the room and he walked to pull out the drawer from the dressing table, “Will you be able to walk down to the dining room?” he glanced at her and then back to look at his reflection in the mirror in front of him.
Her thoughts quickly went to meeting the other members of Quinn and the shame that took place yesterday, “Can I stay in here?” she asked looking at him in the eye.
“You can but my question was if you could walk down,” he didn’t leave his gaze.
“I can,” and before she had finished pronouncing the last word, he clapped his hands to say,
“Good. Breakfast is going to be there for thirty minutes. It should be sufficient time to wash your face and fix your face if you need to,” Penny glared at him quietly.
“Glaring is not going to do anything right now. Get yourself moving. If you haven’t fixed yourself, I won’t mind taking you down there the way you are now,” saying this he padded to the other side of the room to fetch his trouser and shirt.
And last night she thought, he was being nice. Did the coin flip where he was back to torment her? But the more
she concentrated on him, it appeared that his emotions were calm and happy. Was this also how a killer felt
before killing his victim? asked Penny herself. Placing her feet down, she made her way to the bathroom while keeping her back tight.
Skipping the bath right now, she washed her face and brushed her hair before going to stand in front of Damien who was tying the lace of his shoe, sitting on the bed. Once he was done with it, he looked up at her.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 229 – Butler wants to quit- Part 1
When they stepped inside the dining room, Penny could sense the heavy atmosphere that hung in here right
now. The maids moved quieter than usual without making much noise or rather as if they were ghosts and didn’t want to be seen.
Senior Mr. Quinn, as usual, read the newsletter which was brought home. Sipping from his teacup whilst his eyes
were kept busy. Lady Fleurance continued to butter her toast. Not looking up at Penny. Lady Maggie and Lady
Grace were in the same position. And even though their eyes were positioned doing something or the other, she could tell that the weight of her feet on the ground was being heard by them.
With Damien who for once walked behind her, she continued to walk where he often sat. Ready to take a seat on
the ground when he caught her arm to stop her from sitting down on the hard cold marble floor.
“Sit next to me,” he said, pulling the chair for her. Penny didn’t know how to react as suddenly she felt all the four
pairs of eyes that had been busy now looking at her. Being unaware of what had transpired last night while she
was fast asleep in Damien’s room, she wondered if he was letting her sit right at the table because she had hurt her back.
With her heart that was beating slowly, she walked around the chair where Damien had pulled out for her.
Damien soon sat next to her, “What would you like to eat?” at this question, Lady Fleurance stood up from her seat with a glare that was sent to Penny.
“Grace and I shall not sit at the table from now,” she looked at the new butler who was newly assigned only this
morning who looked startled. He was a half-vampire who was sent by the magistrate for temporary purpose until
they would find a permanent one for their mansion, “We won’t eat at the same table as that girl. You can bring
our food to Grace’s room. We will have our meals there,” she ordered the butler who immediately bowed.
“What a shame,” murmured Damien under his breath which was nowhere meant to be subtle.
Suddenly a plate fell on the ground, breaking it to many little pieces.
The butler looked with his widened eyes at the ground. The white broken pieces that were scattered into bits and
pieces. He was half-vampire who had been converted from a human to a vampire two months ago. Still adjusting
with the new life which was given by a man who was in a higher status than him, he had registered himself to
work and earn money for himself after hearing about the big money that was handed down by the elite families of the society.
With a seventy percent efficiency in his work and a hundred percent lack of how the higher pureblooded family
were, he stood still like one of the statutes that were kept outside in the garden for decoration purposes.
Like Penny who knew nothing about what had happened the previous night, he saw the lady pick up a late and
throw it right at the man who sat the table. The man caught it with ease without having to look as he ate his food with another. Twisting the fork, he put the vegetable into his mouth.
But the lady was not done and she smashed another plate out of anger which had the servants standing still. He
had been hoping to have a pleasant day but with the plates being smashed, he wasn’t sure how pleasant it was going to be.
And why wasn’t the person sitting at the head of the table reacting to anything? Was this how they greeted each other and was this the normal daily routine? asked the butler to himself.
“You!” Lady Fleurance said looking at the butler, “Get the food to Ms. Grace’s room immediately,” he nodded his head obediently before he heard the man who had caught the plate say to him.
“Do you know to cook or is it just the management you are proficient with?” Damien took another bite looking at the butler before placing down his fork on the table.
“I know to cook, Sir,” the butler bowed his head.
“Very well. I would like some lamb broth with the minced vegetable that is fresh. And by fresh I mean lamb fresh.
Get it ready before in the next thirty minutes,” said Damien folding his hand across his chest and staring at the butler who looked torn and confused, “And it is master Damien.”
Grace had been very quiet the entire time, and when her mother had stood up, she had stood up along with her to go out of the dining room without a word that Penny found to be very strange.
The butler blinked his eyes. Once. Twice. Finally speaking up, “Master Damien, it takes more than forty-five minutes to get the rich broth out of the lamb.”
“What are you doing standing here and yapping instead of getting it done then?”
The butler looked at Lady Fleurance who glared down at him as if he were ant who was going to be squished
under her feet if he didn’t get her food, “Now,” said the lady, turning around she walked out of the room.
Though the room was cold, the butler started to feel hot, “Master Damien could wait for a little time longer while I go serve the breakfast at the room?”
“No,” came the bland answer, “They don’t appear to be too hungry as they left the table. I am sure they can wait. Don’t you think so?” Damien gave him a smile that freaked the butler to his very bone.
Penny could see the distress that was being caused for the butler who looked as if he was about to cry and she could feel nothing but pity. Welcome to Quinn’s mansion, said Penny in her mind.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 230 – Butler wants to quit- part 2
“Why are you torturing the new butler, Damien?” asked his father who had his eyes on the newsletter which was
in his hand. Raising his head to look up from the paper, he saw the butler who looked as if he were going to pass
out with the early demands being thrown at him, “Go take the meal to Grace’s room. You can make the broth
soup once you have served them and get some for all of us. Go,” Mr. Senior Quinn looked at the butler who
immediately nodded. Bolting from the dining room to get the food delivered to the young vampiresses’ room.
Damien didn’t say anything but chuckle.
“He is only new here, don’t chase him away from here already. We need someone to handle the mansion before
it further falls apart,” Penny who looked at the butler’s back disappear behind the walls shifted her gaze to look at
the older man who sat at the head of the table. The atmosphere today was stranger and odder than the rest of
the days which was what made her feel slightly anxious as she looked back at her plate. Her gaze then moved to look at Lady Maggie who sat in front of her and Damien.
Lady Maggie conjured a smile when she noticed Penny looking at her, “I heard from Damien you hurt your back. Does it hurt?” she asked.
“It’s getting better, Lady Maggie,” Penny bowed her head to hear the oldest daughter of the Quinn reply with,
“That is good to hear. Make sure to take care of yourself. We wouldn’t want Damien breaking and killing others
on your accord,” if Penny wasn’t mistaken, there was a taunt behind her words which Penny had no idea about.
Lady Maggie’s words left many clueless as she had never been present for what had transpired last night, “Excuse
me,” she said, placing her napkin on the table and getting up from her seat with a small smile on her face.
Kissing her father’s cheek, she again excused herself and left the room.
There was a marred worry that was on her forehead, looking at the lady. Looking back at the plate, it appeared
that she had started and finished only half of her meal while wasting the rest of it which was left untouched.
“Would you like some toast?”
Damien’s voice interrupted her thoughts and her eyes fell on him where he sat next to her holding the bread in his hand, “Butter?” he asked her.
It was the first time for Penny to sit at the long table. It was the first for her to sit at any table. Her mother and
she didn’t own a table. At her relative’s home, it was her uncle who sat at the table while the remaining two of
them sat down on the ground. This might have been one of the reasons why she didn’t feel that affected when she was asked to sit on the marble floor here.
“I can do that,” she said, taking the bread from his hand and starting to butter it.
When the bread was buttered well enough, she went to place it on Damien’s plate but he caught hold of her
wrist and took a bite from it, “I don’t eat butter,” he murmured as if meaning to say for her to eat the rest of it.
Not complaining right now, she took a bite from the same loaf of bread. As she continued to eat her bread, she
saw Senior Mr. Quinn leave the room but with no words to impart to leave the couple alone with a maid who was getting the fruits which were peeled five minutes ago.
“Did something happen?” Penny asked Damien who was eating his breakfast.
“Like what?” he questioned her back.
“I don’t know…It feels like something is wrong. Lady Maggie’s words,” Penny trailed. Seeing the lack of enthusiasm he showed, she asked him again, “What did you do?”
“Pulling out decayed tooths. More butter?” he picked up the butter in his hand for her to shake her head. Something did happen.
“What do you mean by that?” she continued to ask without getting an answer.
“We had some family words and some punishment for what happened yesterday,” said Damien, ignoring the
fruits that were peeled out, he picked a fresh unpeeled apple to start cutting it out with the knife, “Did you think I would sit back and watch you getting insulted not only publicly but also physically abused?”
No, she didn’t think so. Penny had at least established so much in understanding this man that he was not the kind of person to sit still. If he did that would not be Damien Quinn.
“What were the words?” asked Penny continuing to look at him and not the bunny apples which were being cut
by him. With her currently involved in the matter, she believed that she deserved to know as everything had happened because of her.
Damien hummed, his posture laid back and she didn’t have to know that he had crossed his legs under the table.
His hands rested on the edge of the table as he continued with his handiwork. What happened that the women of the Quinn had stood up in the intention to not have their meal any longer in this dining room?
“When the first generation of pureblooded vampires came into the picture, those people set up something called
family rules,” there was a light scraping sound that could be heard coming from the knife and the apple, “The
rules were placed because there were some of them who could not keep in their thirst in control and when
humans were bought they were killed by not the buyer but also the others which was when the rules were
implemented. Not every house follows, it is just some of them now. The old generation of vampires who still
exist. Now many families have different kind which varies from one another. Do you follow me so far?”
He then said, “Grace broke the rule and she had to bear the consequences for it.”