Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 251 – Walk in the night- Part 1
Penny didn’t hear the rest of what the two men spoke, losing herself back in her thoughtful questions which
didn’t make sense. But more than sense it didn’t feel right to hear what they just discovered. She was quiet,
letting Damien take her back outside to
the chapel as she mindlessly walked out of shock.
Father Antonio threw a worried look at the white witch who was still young who now sat on the bench quietly.
“Will she be alright?” he asked Damien who stood with him.
“She will be,” she should be, thought Damien to himself. It was unfortunate that they found out that it was her
mother who so desperately wanted her dead. A woman had no limitation when it came to ruining a person’s life,
not even stopping when it was her own daughter.
“What are you going to do from here?” asked Father Antonio, to track a black witch who was supposed to be dead. It was a hard task.
“Hunt and kill the woman before she brings any more harm than what she’s done. If she’s tried to hurt her for the
second time, it means she knows where Penelope lives and won’t stop,” he turned to his side to see her looking
at the walls. Feeling his gaze on her, she looked at him to give him a small smile that didn’t reach up to her eyes.
She was sad. The girl could hardly catch a break. With one thing coming after another, her demeanour had shaken and turned one to sadness.
“Going by her reaction, I would tell she didn’t expect the answer,” Father Antonio didn’t mind tapping into black magic. Having already broken some of the rules of being a white witch, he hoped he could help but this was the most he could do right now. Everyone needed to know their limits. If they didn’t there was no telling when darkness would come and envelop them where there was no light after that, “What is the story, Mr. Quinn?” The priest felt somewhere that Damien knew more than what he led people to believe.
“The story?” asked Damien mindlessly, “We will have to find it out through Penelope or once I get my hands on her mother. Tell me something.”
“Does a person get to know if the voodoo magic was not successful?”
“I am not sure about that. Never tried the magic.”
Damien nodded his head over Father Antonio’s response to his question.
“Thank you for your help,” walking towards Penelope who was seated and waiting for him while she caught up on
her feelings when a woman entered the church who wore a white cassock which was paler in color in comparison
to what the priest of this church wore.
Damien looked at the double doors that let the women step inside the church. His eyes slightly narrowing at the
sight. Not because of suspicion that the person was a bad entity in here but because the woman resembled
someone whom he once knew but at the same time he knew it was untrue that they could be the same person.
She reminded him of his aunt, mother of Alexander who was the lady of Valeria once. And though there were
some similarities at the same time they weren’t the same person. It had been years since he had seen this sister
working in the church. His interactions with her had been less as what he worked on didn’t concern in his work field.
He had spent time trying to find out about her but the woman kept to herself and had lived for years in the
church she was assigned to. That was before even his aunt had died tragically. There was an inkling after what he found out about Penny’s mother.
The woman had faked her death right in front of her daughter’s eyes. Burying herself in the cemetery to only disappear. But Lady Genevieve had been burnt to the last of ash.
Seeing each other they bowed their heads slightly in form of greeting.
Hearing the footsteps of a person that came from behind, Penny tore away her thoughts to turn and look back
who it was. It was a tall woman with clothes similar to what the priest wore here. She was a priestess of another
church. She had her black hair let down which was covered in a coif.
As the lady walked in, her eyes fell on the people who were in here. The little crowd which was unusual as the
humans never came to the church after the time of evening passed which made it easier for the ones who wanted to work behind the veil which the humans weren’t aware of.
Penny’s eyes met the woman’s to find her passing a kind smile which she returned back politely.
“Good evening, sister. How can I help you?” asked Father Antonio.
Ignoring them, Damien turned to look at Penny to ask her, “Shall we leave?” she gave him a nod. Getting up and
walking out of the church where the sky had turned dark. They walked towards the carriage, Penny falling one
step behind Damien as her mind still felt muddled. She found it hard to digest that her mother could bring harm to her. Kill her.
Reaching the carriage, the coachman had already opened the door for them to step inside. Damien didn’t step inside. Instead, he turned to face Penny and said,
“Let’s take a walk here. Some night wind away from the sea,” saying this, he raised his hand. Out of
consciousness, Penny looked at the coachman who was looking at Damien’s hand. When Damien’s eyes fell on
the coachman, the lower being quickly cast his eyes down and bowed further as if he couldn’t see anything anymore.
“Shall we?” asked Damien.
Placing her hand in his which had turned cold, he wrapped his fingers over hers and they started to walk away
from the carriage and into the town which was built near the church.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 252 – Walk in the night- Part 2
After going back to the carriage and starting to walk away from it so that they could stroll down the streets of the
town where lanterns now lit brightly outside the houses. It was one of the towns which Penny had not found the
opportunity to explore. Not that she had the freedom to walk around but even before when she was a free girl, she had never traveled too far.
Work had kept her busy. Having the need to earn money so that their house could run as her father had
disappeared and her mother couldn’t work as the Villagers never offered or allowed her to work. Due to this, she
had to travel far from the village to another town to earn meager money. She clutched her hand tightly with her emotions that had started to spiral in her mind.
With her father who was never in the frame of her life, the only person she had been attached to for years and
years that went by was her mother. The only person she believed she would ever need.
“Do you want some water?” she heard Damien ask out of the blue while walking down the wet muddy road. His hand still holding hers.
“I am fine, thank you,” she responded back, “Do you think the mother you believed and trusted, who loved and
took care of you would go so far as to kill her own child?” she asked without looking at him but ahead of them.
The chittering of the crickets could be heard along with the frogs that were hidden in the grassy patches around them.
Damien knew what she wanted to hear to soothe her troubled mind but no matter how bizarre it appeared right
now, the truth was that her mother was trying to kill her. The answer to why could be answered only by that woman.
“What Father Antonio said was true. Some of the witches are turned from white to black while some are born that
way. Black witches fall slightly towards the category where corrupted vampires fall. I know you want it to be true
and maybe what the witch told us might be another wrong information but can you deny the signs that you have seen when she was still alive?” he asked looking at her from the side.
That was the problem, wasn’t it, asked Penny to herself. Now that she tried to understand and put some of the
available pieces in the place she could see the time of how things were yet some corner of her heart denied this knowledge that she had come to perceive.
“Why didn’t she kill me before then? I was right there with her. All possible hours and she decides that now is my
time to die?” she asked, her words were quiet. Some of the townsfolk people were yet to settle back in their
home as they walked on the road now, “I don’t even know why she would do it.”
Not once had they ever fought. Not once had she ever gone against her mother’s words and not once had she failed in anything her mother wanted. Then why?
“It is understandable that you loved your mother dearly. We all love our mother and we forgive them no matter
what they do. Sometimes turning a blind eye to what they have done and accepting it to be right,” she turned to
see Damien whose face had turned serious where he was looking at the tall tower bell that could be seen behind all the houses that were built in the town,
“Your mother first claimed herself to be sick. So sick that she sent you to find the doctor but she died anyway. In
the eyes of the villagers as well as in her daughter’s eyes. Even if there was a reason which she couldn’t explain,
she would have contacted you by now but she’s done nothing sort of that. Reality is not harsh. It is cruel.
Antonio’s ritual was something that required tapping the black magic, and if a white witch is making use of it.
There is a lesser probability of it turning out to be wrong,” Penny’s footsteps slowed down until it halted completely.
Noticing this, Damien stopped.
Her eyes were cast down, her lips parted but with no words that came to pass through them.
He took two steps forward and hugged her. Holding her in his arms to hear a small sniff. She was holding back
the tears from falling down but the nose had not been spared from not letting one know that she was upset. She
sniffed again without dropping a single tear from her eyes.
“I don’t know what to think anymore,” she whispered to him. Her voice shaking as she blurted out the words, “I
don’t know whom to trust. People who were supposed to be my ally, people who were supposed to care and love me, they turned their back on me…”
Damien rubbed her back without touching the wound which had been inflicted. Giving her words that were not going to hold to be true was not something he would do.
Bringing her closer to him, he said, “Maybe they never were facing you,” hearing this Penny who had closed her
eyes opened it, “Maybe they always had their back facing you but never let you know and never had the
intention. Your relatives took you home for their own personal reasons and not because they wanted to look after you with their good heart. Your mother must have had some reason.”
She shook her head, not able to think of one good reason why her mother wanted to kill her.
He continued to run his hand over her back and then up to her hair before placing it on the back of her head,
“Trust is hard to be earned but if there’s no one here that you can rely on where people of your own have broken your trust then I give you myself to trust wholeheartedly.”
Penny pulled away from his embrace, looking up at him with tears that shone in her eyes…
“I won’t break it even if you wanted me to. Can you put your faith in me, Penelope?” she didn’t know what to say
to it as her eyes stared back at him, “I know it is difficult and even if you don’t trust me now, you will eventually
learn to trust me. Allow me to be that rock that will keep the parchment from flying away in your life,” it was the
very first time that Damien was taking her permission. The first time where he wasn’t overbearing but asking her.
Her eyes filling up more with tears, one single tear slid down quickly down her cheek. Grazing halfway on her cheek to fall down on the already wet ground.
Damien wiped it from her cheek, “Don’t cry. It makes you look ugly,” a sudden smile came upon Penny’s lips.
“I don’t think anyone looks pretty when they are crying, Master Damien,” she said, she inhaled the cold air before exhaling it out.
“Ugly mouse,” he commented. The tears dried out of her eyes and she nodded her head.
“Trusting my own blood which was supposed to be thick, has now turned stale. I don’t think I have anything to lose by trusting you,” she looked straight in his eyes, “I will trust you.”
One side of his lips raised, “I am glad to have you place your trust on me,” he picked her hand which was resting
on her side. Bending down his head he kissed the back of her hand and stood back straight. Taking the same
hand he pulled her to continue the walk they had started, “Time will eventually come to heal, fading what you know now by replacing what is going to come.”
With her mind, that felt much calmer than a few moments ago, she told herself to take one step at a time. Right now with all this information, her mind could barely keep up with it.
As they continued to walk, Penny asked him with a curious tone, “Does it haunt you? The things of the
past…which caused the corruption,” she saw Damien not change his expression. The night was quiet letting both of them relax in each other’s company.
“It used to when I was young. Maybe that is why it affected my heart but it hardly matters now. I have killed
people more than my mother has, breaking hers or any other family members of mine. It now remains as one of
the memories,” he answered, bringing her hand closer to him, “We think at one point that it is important but in
time as we move forward you look back and see how pointless the things you worried about were.”
It was true, thought Penny to herself.
When her mother and she lived in the village, what the villagers said had mattered. Their rude words were
directed to them which were unwelcoming and hurtful. Now when she looked back at it, there were other more important things than the words which were spoken at them.
She had to find her mother to know what was going and why she had suddenly changed, wanting to kill her. Her
mother was a witch and maybe somewhere the people had a doubt which was why they had turned them as an
outcast. She wanted to know what happened that she had to hide, making a false death which never took place.
Something must have happened and her mother must have been helpless but her mind could hardly conjure on any right reason as everything pointed to be in a negative direction.
She then heard him say, “We both have a unique set of mothers. Do you think they would get along?” she doubted any of them would with what she heard after finding out about them.
Shifting the conversation, Penny asked, “Did you find anything about Bathsheba?”
“Nothing so far. She must have left Bonelake. I usually am able to track the black witches but she has gone out of
the lands. I have Kreme to see if he can get any information about her whereabouts,” he answered back.
“Was she a white witch?”
“No. Not to what I remember or know at least. She’s a born black witch. Maybe that is why she is a little saner
compared to the turned ones. Did I tell you that they are turning the humans into half witches?”
“The council hasn’t stopped them?” Penny couldn’t imagine how it would turn out if there was more influx of
black witches on these lands. The more black witches, the more difficult it would be to keep the law and order where it would only lead to chaos.
“They have. There are many subdivisions of the team that have been working on bringing everything under
control but the witches aren’t easy to manage. The transformation is something that I came to hear from Bathsheba as she got the word from another dimwitted black witch.”
“I see. Is this the same reason why the white witches are kept under observation and surveillance of the others?”
Penny could hardly imagine how one could live a life like that. To be under everyone’s eyes, every movement of theirs which would be observed.
Damien then said, “White witches are good souls,” he looked at her and then to look forward again as his eyes
scanned around the houses where people couldn’t be seen standing outside, “A white witch always starts with a
helping hand but the same hand turns to be greedy. Tapping into the forbidden magic enough times to finally hand themselves to the other side.”
“Will then Father Antonio be alright? Is he turning into a black witch?” she would definitely not want that for him
or any other white witch. The forbidden magic was nothing more than a curse that couldn’t be reversed.
“He’s fine for now. Even though the patches have started to form on his skin, he can still continue to live unless his heart starts to crave for more, then there is no turning back for him
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 254 – Ms. Adam’s- Part 1
With something that came up at Adam’s family as the only heir Lady Belle Adam’s was unavailable as she had to
go to Mythweald to visit her aunt, the date had been pushed forward where they finally traveled to the high
standings family in the society where some of the family members had been killed after the incident of the
corruption. They were one of the unfortunate families where the black witches had targeted to instill fear and alertness which would affect the people around as well as reach the council.
In the carriage, Damien traveled with Penelope and his elder sister Maggie while his father, step-mother Fleurance and Grace took another carriage.
“How is your back doing now, Penelope?” asked Maggie from where she sat next to Damien while Penny sat
alone in the opposite seat. Her movements were slightly awkward as she was unsure of how to react with the previous statement she had thrown at the dining room.
“It is doing much better now,” she replied back.
Lady Maggie gave her a nod, “That is good to hear. There is a doctor who usually visits the mansion when we have a guest over who is sick if you-”
Damien cut in without giving Lady Maggie a chance to complete her words, “That won’t be needed. We went to
meet one of the priests yesterday and he gave us something that can be used to recover from the pain that has been caused,” his words were curt.
“You’re not a doctor, Damien. She will need a check if she’s been hurt more than twice if you want to avoid any infection,” Lady Maggie pressed her lips.
Damien instead of answering her, turned to look at Penny, asking her, “Are you in pain now? Do you need a doctor?”
Penny could feel Lady Maggie’s eyes on her. She shook her head and then said to Lady Maggie, “I appreciate
your concern and help, Lady Maggie,” she bowed her head and then looked back up to say, “But I am fine.
Master Damien took care of it,” and a frown came to form on the vampiress’s face.
“Why do you continue to call him Master Damien when you aren’t a slave anymore?” for some reason it felt like
Lady Maggie was observing her more than what she did before she was declared to not be a slave.
The question caught her off-guard. It had turned out to be a habit with the way she addressed him.
“It’s her wish what she decides to call me Maggie. What are you, her mother?” he rolled his eyes.
“Just because you like the sound of it?”
“Yes?” he raised his brow at her and this time it was Maggie who rolled her eyes.
Penny saw the vampiress turn towards her to say, “You can call him Mr. Quinn or Sir Damien. There is no need for you to call him ‘Master Damien’.”
“Stop poking your nose where it doesn’t belong, Maggie. It isn’t like there aren’t others who address me in such a
fashion,” which was true. Some of the beings who felt they needed to show him utmost respect at certain times referred him with ‘Master Damien’.
Penny was used to calling him master Damien and at times having the slip of tongue in her mind by just calling him with his name.
“Mr. Quinn,” Penny agreed upon to have Damien narrow his eyes down at the girl who sat in front of him.
Though Damien had the signed doc.u.ments which stated that she a slave who belonged to him until he decided
otherwise by handing her to another master or a mistress, Penny had understood so much that he would never
do that. The man could hardly have a doctor look at her wounds.
Lady Maggie then said, “I heard that the bodies were tested back in the council. Is that so?”
“The council is making sure it isn’t anything but the same potions which have been gathered by the black
witches. Murkh had to run some tests on the body before letting the family cremate the body,” Damien answered
without moving his eyes from Penelope who had been staring at him. Breaking his gaze away from her, he looked
at his sister, “The black witches have been doing more than create havoc recently. The council is only taking preventive measures before something else takes place with the next targetted family.”
“How unlucky to be targetted one after another. She is all alone now without her parents and you know how the
relatives can be. When I attended the cremation, there were tons of people and people who wanted to stay were shooed away by the butler.”
“At least there’s someone sensible in there to look after the girl,” Damien commented, “The black witches have
been heartless in terms of seeing who they kill. They have been fairly random without a pattern which is what
puts all of the pureblooded vampires in danger of being corrupted,” Lady Maggie nodded her head.
“We were lucky. Falcon took the fall,” murmured Lady Maggie under her breath.
“That he did,” Penny looked at Damien, his voice calm which didn’t waver when he spoke about the dead butler.
It made her think if Damien had somehow learned to block the pain when he was young to not be able to feel
much remorse or pain to carry on his shoulders. The corruption had affected him where it appeared as if nothing could deter him.
It wasn’t that she found it to be a bad characteristic in him. But it was something to think about, was corruption
somewhere a gift? Everything had a good and bad side. At the same thought of corruption, Penny hoped she
could do something with the ability to purify the poison to an unharmful solution. Maybe once she would start
receiving the needed guidance from the church, she would be able to create something that would help and avoid the witches from trying to corrupt the rest of the vampire race.
“We are here,” she heard Lady Maggie say. Craning her neck to the side, Penny saw a mansion coming into view which stood tall and isolated from the rest of the world.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 255 – Ms. Adam’s- Part 2
It was the tips of the mansion that she first saw as the trees which were part of the forest-covered it in every
direction. The trees that held green leaves as they were traveling towards it had started to change to orange, red,
and brown. The closer they got the larger the place appeared to be making her wonder what kind of family lived in here.
Both this and Quinn’s mansion could be called to be as castle instead of mansion due to their size and the way
they were built far away from the crowd whom they didn’t want to do anything with. Considering most of them were lower than them.
She heard Damien say, “This is the other side of the lake of bones,” the carriage continued to travel in the path of
the snowy road where the snow had fallen down here. It was the time of Winter and some parts of the Bonelake
had started to freeze, turning the place as white as heaven or as gloomy, as one could not see anything but snow-covered land.
The castle stood tall with the ends of the building standing high and mighty. The carriage stopped, the hooves of the horses coming to a halt when the coachman pulled the reins of the horses.
Penny was the second person to get down after Lady Maggie, her head titled backward to look at the white and
cream building which appeared to look old. Lady Fleurance and the others stepped inside the castle-like building where Damien and Penny were the last ones to enter.
Like them, there were some other guests who had come to visit the remaining people who were left unharmed while paying respect to the dead.
Walking inside, two maids helped the guests in removing their coats, taking one by one in time while having their
head bowed every time they waited at the front of the hallways. The place was carved beautifully, every single little detail which looked as if the architect had taken his own time to lovingly carve it.
“The closest solution that we have right now is taking your help, Penelope,” she heard Damien say while he
smiled at one of the guests who greeted him from afar, “Father Antonio doesn’t know about your ability. It is up
to you if you want to let him know what you can do or keep it to yourself and work on it alone or.”
Was he giving her the option of if she wanted to tell the priest she could purify the solutions she touched? “I
don’t think I will,” she answered. Right now she didn’t trust anyone. Even if the man was a white witch who had
helped her in finding some answers she had come looking for, she didn’t want to take a chance. The existence of
Bathsheba told that not every black witch was bad while not every white witch could hold back the cravings they saw in the power which came from tapping into the black magic.
“It is your choice. If the stars have aligned at a crucial time like this where you will be able to put it to good use,
then you are the chosen one to fix what the black witches are trying to disrupt,” he spoke in a low voice so that only she could hear.
“Will I be able to do it?” there was doubt in her voice. Not once had she been able to turn the liquids when she wanted. It happened without her control and she didn’t know how it happened.
Damien stopped himself from walking further, “Nothing is impossible if you try hard enough. Look at us right
now. If I didn’t work hard we wouldn’t be holding hands,” Penny blinked at him, her eyes falling on their hands
linked together and she quickly pulled her hand away. He chuckled, “Don’t be so cold, Penny. Come here and let me hold you.”
Damien raised his hand where his step-mother who was not too far behind them turned around to give them a
dirty look. Penny wanted to hide and die somewhere in the corner. They had come to visit people who were
mourning over the loss and this man was in his own bubble. Maybe having a corrupted heart and stubbing the
emotions wasn’t so good after all as there was a lack of sympathy or empathy to be shared by the person.
An old couple who had come here to pay their respect looked at Penny with their jaw that was set firmly as they looked at her.
Raising his hand up to his lips, he chuckled, “You’re so easy to be fl.u.s.tered. Hold my hand before you get lost,” Penny sighed not wanting to receive more attention that was being given to Damien and her.
“This is a big place with only a few servants working in here,” she murmured looking at the two servants who they had walked by one who served them drinks.
“There were many before but they were all killed. At least more than twenty to twenty-five of them,” Penny
couldn’t help but raise her brows in shock. More than twenty? That was a lot of death, “Ms. Adam’s is the only
survivor in the family where her mother and father have both passed away. The reason being corruption. Both Mr.
and Mrs. Adam’s happened to kill their servants after getting corrupted. The girl just turned out to be fortunate
to not be killed by her own parents.”
The maid who was serving regular tea along with the blood tea asked the guests to take a seat so they didn’t
have to stand waiting which was considered to be an inhospitable action. Penny excused herself, wanting to use
the powder room where the maid guided her.
Standing in front of the mirror, her eyes fell on the bruises which were yet to disappear. No wonder the couple
was looking at her oddly, thought Penny to herself. Trying to cover the bruise on her forehead by pulling the
sides of her hair forward, she finally stepped out to hear whisperings that came from the corridor she had walked
by to come to the powder room.
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Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 256 – Ms. Adam’s- Part 3
Hearing the whispered voices at first Penny thought it was the sound of the wind which was coming through the
windows until she noticed the windows were closed and it was from the corridor. Walking out of the powder
room, she came to the end of the corridor to see a man who had his hand on the wall with a girl who stood with
her back against it.
Like many other mansions, this place was not lit with candles as it was only the time of noon.
But the weather outside was cloudy and with the snow, the environment turned dark and dull. She saw the male
who looked as if he were angry while the girl stared at him. Penny could tell the way the man stood he had
meant to corner the girl.
Feeling more than out of place and having to walk through the same corridor where the couple stood now, she
cleared her throat. Hearing her, the man was the first one to move away from the girl, a look of disappointment
falling on the girl’s face.
Penelope bowed her head as if wanting to excuse herself and left the place to get back to the room where
Damien was. Returning back, she caught him talking to a maid. His stance intimidating the young girl. He waved
her off to see Penny approaching him,
“Did you make her cry?” she asked him suspiciously while looking at the maid who scurried out of the room.
“Girls are often sensitive. One word and they have tears,” he said looking at the room.
“Not everyone is like that.”
“True, you are not like that,” he said nonchalantly, his eyes then looked at someone coming behind and she
instinctively turned around to see it was none other than the man and the girl she had come across moments ago.
Damien walked towards the girl, “Ms. Adam’s, our condolences for what happened to your parents and people
here. It was hard for us to believe that something so drastic took place here.”
“No one could have imagined it to happen,” the girl replied back with a small smile. Her reddish-brown hair was
half tied from up and left open below which was wavy in nature. She looked young, her unblemished skin making
her look nothing less to a porcelain doll.
With Damien who stood closest to the entrance of the room, the others gave them time to speak while Senior
Mr. Quinn walked towards them to offer his words of sentiments. In the meantime, Penny could feel the gaze of
the man who was with the girl. Her eyes met his eyes where he offered her a subtle bow.
By his clothes, one could tell that he was the butler of the mansion. He appeared to look calm and composed. Put
together just like when she had cleared her throat. Penny bowed her head subtly before shifting her gaze back to
the girl. As more time passed she could still feel the continuous gaze which made it evident as if she saw
something she wasn’t supposed to.
“Would you like us to recruit some new servants to help here, Belle?” asked Damien’s father like he knew her parents well.
Instead of the girl answering, it was the butler who came to answer, “We’re fine, Mr. Quinn thank you for your
generous offer,” the butler bowed his head, his voice coming out crisp and clear while his expression remained blank.
The girl’s eyes darted back and forth between Senior Quinn and her butler, she said,
“He is right. Right now we’re still sorting things around. I will let you know if I need one,” she said with an assuring smile.
“Of course, when you have a butler like Lucas, his is worth at least ten other servants,” said the man, “Don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.”
The girl named Belle smiled, her smile though tried to reach her eyes there was something forced, “That is very kind of you,” the butler then interrupted to say,
“Would you like to move to the drawing-room, Sir?”
The Quinn’s stay for dinner and left Adam’s mansion to head back to their own mansion. On their way back,
Damien stopped the carriage, getting down before they reached mansion to get Penny down and send Maggie
back home which was a few minutes of the ride, not that his sister minded it.
Penelope followed Damien who walked one step ahead of her. It was as if something was weighing in his head since they had reached Adam’s family.
“Everything alright?” asked Penny after some time of the silence that passed by. She didn’t know if he got down
for some fresh air instead of traveling back to the mansion. The sky started to snow down slowly. Soft, cold
snowflakes falling one down after another with the temperature that dropped down.
“There is a pattern,” he murmured, “My mother had a gift like me but different which was incomplete. The gift of
premonition. Though it was more of an inkling you could say which passed on to me.”
“Most of the mass murders the black witches caused were in the village and town to source powers. Black witches
share the skill of foretelling things by making use of potions and sacrifices. Though they killed people for setting
up something more, some of the houses that have been attacked which makes one wonder why? Why specifically us?”
Penny continued to hear him in silence.
“It wasn’t just Bathsheba who noticed the alignment of stars. The houses that were attacked had a person each that had an alignment of stars.”
“How do you know that?” Penny asked slightly confused not able to follow his guesswork.
Damien smiled, “Because nothing happens out of coincidence. Before you arrived here from the slave
establishment. There was a family who got corrupted. If you see Adam’s, there was corruption too. My guess is
that is wasn’t just to cause havoc in the family and the people who lived around but that their intention was more than that.”
It might have been some kind of coincidence that the switcher who had come home knew that Damien would kill
the people he had encountered to lay back as a fake Penelope back in the abandoned city. A coincidence that he
had carried the potion of corruption with him. At the same time, the two houses he was aware of something was off about it…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 257 – Deaths in exam- Part 1
Damien’s suspicion had raised before stepping into Adams family castel. His thoughts went back to a place he had visited two days ago.
“Councilman Damien,” one of the fellow councilman came to stand next to him as he looked at the wall which
was marked with blood right outside the empty mansion which had been unoccupied for some years now that
once upon a time used to belong to the second lord of the Bonelake. The current Lord of Bonelake who was
Nicholas Rune was the fourth Lord while his father the third lord.
They stood at the snow mansion where the white snow covered the ground. Given that it was the time of Winter
in the four lands now, this was one of the only places which snowed throughout the year.
“He doesn’t look so good,” Damien commented looking down at the man’s body who laid on the snow ground, “Was this all the body?”
“Yes, Sir!” answered the junior councilman who had tagged along with Damien, “Councilman Creed said to get it cleaned and have it checked before we close the case.”
“Of course. Maybe if they had other ways of setting up the examination this wouldn’t have happened,” he said
looking at the blood which had been soaked by the snow below. The second examination had been closed a few
hours ago where they finally called him to have a look to make sure nothing more than the exam took place.
Though it was hard to understand with the number of deaths that had taken place what the higher up’s were
expecting, “Not many come alive or intact when they take part in the second final exams.”
“Mine was a simple interview, Sir,” answered the young man who was a human turned vampire, a half-vampire.
“Aren’t you a lucky chap. Not every exam is the same. The exams are held with respect to the mood of the higher
council members,” Damien bent down to look at the man who was a councilman. Oliver was it? He asked himself
looking at the face, “Sometimes they are easy as taking a walk in the meadow but sometimes the same meadow
is filled with empty pits and things you wouldn’t expect.”
The councilman who was younger to him stared at the body and then his senior who was inspecting the body
while sitting on his heels, “I must be lucky then, Sir,” he responded back.
“What was the report all about? What did you find?” asked Damien wanting to know what the man had gathered apart from what he himself found out.
“The second examination was held three days ago and today was the release. Out of all the candidates, only two
of them survived while the others were killed or their bodies have disappeared,” answered the councilman.
“Why did our councilman die? Did he decide to take part in it?”
“Um, no Sir. The plan was to station two councilmen. Each person a day.”
“What about the third day? Was it planned to leave the examinees alone?”
“Yes, Sir. The first councilman stationed was one who belongs to Duke Carmichael’s team,” hmm, thought Damien
to himself. He stepped back inside the mansion which was old and dusty. His red eyes looking through for traces
of blood which could be noted on the floor and sprinkles on the dark wall.
“I take that the female examinee passed the exam?” he confirmed already knowing the answer for the man to say yes.
“It was Lady Vivian and another man who hails from Woville. Though his words have been very strange or rather
lunatic,” the councilman frowned while he followed Damien up the stairs and other parts of the mansion.
“Why do you say so?” his words came off to be mindless.
“He was speaking about a ghost who haunts this house.”
“How interesting,” Damien entered the room where another body laid on the ground. The wounds on the body
were different compared to the dead councilman who was stuck on to the wall like a painting before he was
taken down to be placed on the snow ground.
The other councilman continued to speak giving out the details on what he saw and heard but Damien paid no
attention to it. These markings, he looked at the chest of the man. His eyes wide that held shock and terror like
he had seen a ghost. No not a ghost. Something far worse that ghost.
Having done much clean up of the death sights around Bonelake especially when it was regarding a high profile
place, it wasn’t the first for Damien to come across a wound like this. He had seen these markings at least more
than ten times and every time he picked on the trail it somehow pointed out to one person.
The current Lord of Bonelake.
His mind started to add the possible things, walking around the mansion before going back to the council to
submit the detailed report. It was possible that Lord Nicholas had helped the girl to whatever that had happened
here during the three days of the examination. The councilors didn’t expect anyone to die, at least not directly
but people often died at the need and greed of wanting to be part of the council with the benefits it provided.
Councilman Creed appeared when was going to submit the files, his eyepatch in place and a smile on his lips.
“How did the scouting go?” asked the older pureblooded vampire.
“It went as usual. Are you on your break, councilman Creed?” Damien asked, his tone light and harmless.
“Yes, I thought I would have some fresh air before getting back to work,” how ironic, thought Damien to himself.
Open-air was outside the building and not further inside where he now stood. He caught the man eye the papers
in his hand, “Every year we lose some people who plan to enter the council. This time was no different.”
Damien nodded his head, “Indeed there were too many deaths,” he agreed, his eyes flickering with interest.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 258 – Deaths in exam- Part 2
So long as Damien knew about councilman Creed, the man had business with the higher members of the council
but it wasn’t everyone, just a few chosen ones which some of the considered it to be a privilege. People whom he
could make use of. Damien had been invited to join the meetings which were held but he hardly had time for
other people. He had other important things to do than play fetch like a loyal dog with an older vampire who was
of the third generation.
Wanting to hear more about the incident that took place from his own mouth, Damien asked, “I am sorry for your
loss. Might you know what happened in there because councilmen usually don’t interfere with the examination
that goes on? To have the man dead was quite some shock for myself.”
“Yes, Oliver was one of the hard-working men in the department. It is a great loss. At least we know two of the
candidates survived,” answered the man to have Damien nodding in response, “But did you notice something?”
Damien gave out a quizzical look as if not knowing what the councilman was trying to say with the way he looked
at him. It appeared that it wasn’t just him who had caught on to the different kind of deaths that was handed
down to the people who had visited the snow mansion. There were three types of death that took place which
wasn’t caused by one or two-person but by more than three people.
Lord Nicholas had already mentioned and given out the order on how he would personally speak to Lady Vivian
on what happened and to give her time as she might have been still in trauma over what happened. The number
of possibilities on what might have happened intrigued him to have his brain working on thinking what might
“The dead men you mean?” asked Damien, his head tilting in question.
Councilman Creed looked around, making sure no one was around them and far away. Dropping his voice several
octaves down, he said, “Don’t you think it is funny how a mere human, who is a woman happened to come out
alive while the people who were vampires and pureblooded vampires had died a horrible death. The girl is
suspicious and she comes from the side of one of the councilman,”
“She must be well trained then. After all, Duke Leonard has always been a smart man in the exams or on the field.
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I doubt he would offer the council anyone who would not be helpful here. He must have known she would
survive. Or it was pure luck. There was another man too. The one who speaks of ghosts.”
The man laughed, a loud manly laugh before clearing his throat, “I don’t know what Rueben was thinking by
having him assigned to the council. By his own words, he admitted that he was hiding in the cupboard for more
than a whole day,” he shook his head and sighed in disappointment.
“The Lady who passed appears to be talented. To kill someone takes a lot of courage,” Damien said, noticing the flicker in the man’s eyes.
“It makes me doubtful that a dainty woman could do it. Are you sure you didn’t find anything unusual? I am sure
we can run a thorough search on her,” offered councilman Creed. Of course. To think the man would have not
heard the whisper about the alignment of stars would be naive to think. He was on to what was going on.
“That won’t be necessary,” at the same time the head council appeared through the doors, heading to where they were to ask,
“You men seem to be busy here hustling,” said Reuben whose office right at the corner of the ballot boxes that
were placed to have them reviewed by the higher council.
Both Damien and Creed bowed their head to show respect to the higher councilman. Damien smiled looking up
at Rueben, “We were speaking about the examination and how nice it is to have a woman work in the council.
After all, it would let one have more than one perspective,” Rueben nodded his head.
“Lady Vivian showed courage in the examination. We will have to see how she works under Lionel and Leonard’s
team. Councilman Creed, I had something to discuss with you on the same matter. Barron spoke about you
falling short of a man,” the head councilman took Creed from there, walking into his office while leaving Damien
standing there with the files which he finally pushed into the metal boxes.
Thinking back about the two days, Damien knew something was going on and it was more than what he and had
found out until. It was like a series of secrets that were hidden to link to one main thing.
Surely, with the way people had died and three different kinds of deaths out of which two had been not normal.
He got them wrong. There was the fourth type of murder.
The possibilities with the bite marks, one was the pureblooded vampire, then the human who had killed other
men. If the ghost really existed like a phantom which would turn to third type and the fourth which led to the
lady. He wrote down in the report that it was self-defense where she had killed him by her own hands but
Damien had never seen a person die in such fashion. He knew there was something more to the story.
It was possible that Lady Vivian who was being protected by Duke Leonard and having Lord Nicholas’ help was
one of the stars crossed being like Penelope who had some sort of ability. It was because the families they lived
with had been subjected to corruption. Did the black witches have a premonition but had attacked not knowing
who had received the ability?
The matter linked to the Adam’s house making him wonder if Belle Adams was the same as the other two girls or if the corruption was purely coincidental.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 259 – Butterflies- Part 1
Penny looked at Damien who had paused himself from talking, “Did Bathsheba mention how many people had
been affected by the change in the stars?”
“She didn’t but my guess is that it takes place in an odd number. There are three of you so far, at least that is
what I would like to believe,” Damien turned around to look at her, “Penny, you need to make sure to never get
exposed. To keep your ability to yourself until we know it is safe. Some of them must have been tipped with the
alignment of stars and the unique abilities you people have been gifted.”
“Is it because we pose a threat to society?” she knew that with every gift came a drawback but until now she had
found none. If it truly was so, it meant she couldn’t tell it to Father Antonio and learn more about what and how
she could utilize it. Right now she was on her own. It was funny how they had trusted a black witch yet here she
was being careful when it came to the white witch. But then she didn’t know that betrayal and trust when broken
could hurt this bad.
Damien shook his head. Walking back to her, he ran his hand over her hair, smoothening the strands and letting
his hand fall back to his side, “It is because you pose a threat to them. The ones who are trying to create chaos.
We don’t know what’s going on and if my theory is really right it is a possible one.”
Penny didn’t know how to react to it. There were people who were scared that she and the others could or would stop them?
“Each of you might have an ability which differs from the other which forms to something that they are worried
that it might stop the plan they have. Every little dust particle has its own story which can change the very life of
people. Given that your own ability helps in purifying the solution which is used to corrupt and create havoc by
using the vampires, that alone is enough to stop the black witches.”
It was an interesting theory, thought Penny to herself. For Damien to draw out something so quick she wondered what that brain was made of.
“The council usually likes to dissect people. Inside out to know the new creatures and they won’t stop hunting
you down before it leads to death. Not because they would inflict execution but because there are people whom
I doubt now are partaking along with the black witches,” somewhere as he said that, Penny caught a small frown
on his forehead. He was worried, “The Duke is looking after the girl as he is evidently involved and in love with
her. Whatever her ability is would never be received because it is better to not trust blindly and you never know
where the word might spread. Don’t you agree?”
Penny let out a sigh of breath from her lips.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. The witches have only tried to attack us which turned out unsuccessful,” he assured her.
“Do you think it is possible that the witches got the wrong people thinking they were the ones with abilities?” she
asked. If the witches weren’t planning for another attack it was possible unless they thought they had killed the
one with abilities.
“Might be,” he muttered under his breath. There was nothing to worry in Damien’s eyes as he would be there
with Penny most of the times but one never knew how the circ.u.mstances changed.
It must have been hard to lose family members overnight, thought Penny to herself.
“Anyways, I didn’t bring you here to talk about it. Quick, give me your hand,” he said raising his hand for her to
take. His quick change in mood and the raise in enthusiasm were something, “It is beautiful weather,” he clutched
her hand when she placed her hand on top of his palm.
They started to walk deeper into the forest. There was patchy work of the snow on the forest ground. Damien
directed her on where to place her feet as she walked. The last time they were here this same man had made her
climb a tree and right now he was holding her hand to make sure she didn’t stumble on the forest ground. The
clouds that had been hovering in the sky thickly in the morning and at noon now started to move. Trying to clear
itself for a few moments before the night could replace it.
With the clouds that moved away came the last rays of the sun for the day, reflecting on the forest which turned
the surrounding green and orange.
“Where are we going?” she asked him curiously.
“You will see,” came his answer, continuing to lead the way until they finally came to an open space where there
was grass in midst of the forest but that wasn’t all, “Go on,” he said letting go of her hand.
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She stared at him wondering what he was up to. Damien was an odd man which was why she wasn’t sure if it was
a good idea to follow his word, “Is this another test?’ she asked him.
“You said you would trust me, mouse,” he reminded her making her smile.
She did say that to him.
Taking one step after another towards the grass, she saw something rise, butterflies with different colors that
started to fly in the air. It had been a while since she had seen so many butterflies. Some flapped their wings to
fly while the others went back to settle down. With the sunlight that fell right here at this place, it turned grassy
area to a magical one.
Penny couldn’t help but smile. But the butterflies weren’t the only reason why she had a smile on her face right now.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 260 – Butterflies- Part 2
She turned to look at Damien who stood there looking at her. Her smile continued, receiving one from him. As
complicated as he appeared in front of strangers, he was actually simple. Bringing her here to show the
butterflies under the light.
This time it wasn’t the butterflies she was looking at but Damien. The sunlight falling on one side of his face and
the other side carrying the shadow. She didn’t know what took over but the emotions that had only begun to
brew compelled her to look at him.
His eyes looking at her intently while she stared back at him. The wind that blew through the forest, breezing
past them, she walked towards him with their eyes not breaking away for a moment. Going to stand in front of
him where the smile slowly started to lower down with her heart beating louder than before.
It was as if Damien already knew what was on her mind, being in sync with her emotions. When Penny raised her
face, standing on her tiptoes he leaned forward to meet her for the kiss she had intended. Not overthinking, she
went with the flow, letting her heart loose and kissed him on his lips with her eyes closed.
It wasn’t a deep kiss like the ones Damien had given her but a simple one where she pressed her lips on his.
And she pulled back while lowering herself back on the ground. Letting her eyes slowly flutter open she saw
Damien looking at her. Though he knew it, he was slightly taken aback not expecting her to kiss him. Her eyes
looked bright and alive, the jade green eyes trying to mesh with the forest as if she were part of it.
“That was too fast,” he said making her internally smile.
This time when Penny took a step, Damien’s hand curled around her waist to bring her close. With her toes
standing back on her tips, she could see Damien waiting for her to take the initiation. She gulped, the spell of
courage breaking. Going close to his face, she felt the heat of his lips but was it her own heat that could feel right
now? Her head felt heavy but she leaned forward anyways, this time pressing her lips on his which felt soft and supple.
Feeling his arms holding her in his warm embrace she kissed him before feeling him kiss her back, taking his own
time to savor her lips. Penny felt her heart lighten, the feeling of her floating with the wind breezing around them
as the sun began to dip down.
Pulling back, Penny felt as if the sky had darkened suddenly. How long did they kiss? It was only a few moments
ago that the sky was still bright in color before she had closed her eyes.
“Who knew butterflies could do the trick. If I knew this I would have brought you here the very first day,” Damien
commented with one side of his lips pulling back, his eyes shining with mirth and joy. Penny, on the other hand,
rolled her eyes.
It would be better not to tell him that it wasn’t the butterflies that were responsible for the kiss. He would only
puff his chest if she were to tell it to him.
“Did you finally fall for me?” he asked to see her eyes widen immediately.
“I did not,” she was quick to deny his question.
“My,” he sang, “Who knew that miss Penelope went kissing men as a thank you,” he teased her, her cheeks
turning red, “Do you want to go back home? We can stay if you want.”
“We can stay here for a little longer,” she said. He let her go from his embrace but took her hand in his. Linking it
with his mindlessly.
“Let’s go on the other side. This is going to turn darker in a few minutes,” said Damien taking her along with him
through the forest.
The week had been gone by too many things happening and last week Damien had been busy with council work
while he had sent Penny to the church where she was only beginning to learn the number of potions that were
present in there and how to make one without tapping into dark magic as some of them had the different
components which could switch to white and black if one wasn’t careful with it. It had been only two days.
“Do you come here often?” asked Penny when they came to the edge of a cliff where beneath it was a blanket of trees.
“Sometimes,” he answered. Seeing a rock there, Penny went to stand and lean her back so that she didn’t have to
keep standing, “It isn’t too different from the mansion.”
Now that Penny had kissed him, she didn’t know what to speak with her heart that she was still trying to hold
down from fluttering like a butterfly. It felt like a rush of adrenaline high that was trying to come down.
Silence surrounded them but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. It was pleasant. Something that was quiet and calm
that put the mind to ease. Damien had taken a seat on the rock next to her. After some more time passed, Penny asked,
Damien who was looking at the sky turned his eyes towards Penny, “Hmm?”
“Do you think my mother is still here? In Bonelake or in this town?” it somewhere tugged her heart with the
possibility of seeing her mother so that she could ask why she did what she did. At the same time, something
popped in her mind making her frown.
“My aunt,” she whispered which Damien caught on it.
Her aunt! All this while she thought her aunt and her mother were sisters but it seemed like it wasn’t the case.
Her mother was a black witch but her aunt was a human.
Catching Penny’s trail of thoughts, he stated, “Looks like we’ll be paying a visit to your relatives house.”