Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 271 – Family that didn’t exist- Part 1
Penelope continued to walk, her eyes looking ahead of the trees as the density started to decrease. Finally, when
she started to hear something in front of her, she felt her heart stutter at the sound of the flowing river.
Happy to have finally found about it, she caught sight of a rocky cave-like house which brightened her mood.
She did come here and this was the missing part of her memory. Turning around she went to speak to Damien to notice three people coming from behind.
Damien noticing her widened eyes turned around. Raising his hand to shoot the person one after another right at
the center of the head to have them fall down in less than fifteen seconds. The sound of the gunshots echoed through the quiet forest.
“Corrupted vampires,” he said for her to nod numbly.
“Where did they come from?” she asked, looking behind him to make sure there was no one.
“From the village, by walk, I believe,” when Damien said this, Penny who was still looking over his shoulder shifted her gaze to him to give him a dull smile.
“I thought they came flying,” she rolled her eyes before going to check back at the forest they had come from.
“Only witches fly with their broomstick. Vampires use the land,” he informed her as if she wasn’t aware of it, “This
side of the forest must be isolated which is why they were here. Many creatures take home deep in the forest. Do
you know what that means?” Damien himself turned to look behind him before crossing the edge of the forest, “You could have been in grave danger the first day you tried escaping.”
Now that she thought back at it, Damien was right. At the same time, she remembered something, “You didn’t
tell me why you killed the inn man. The night I stayed away before you caught me,” she asked, her eyes this time
looking all around rather than focusing it on just the rocky cave.
“The man had plans to sell you off to the slave establishment. I wonder how you would have felt to go back to
the place where you tried to escape from,” he couldn’t help himself from smiling. Penny smiled,
“Nobody likes to go back there, Master Damien,” Penny commented as they made their way down the little slope that led to the rocky house.
“Wait, there was one person who didn’t mind staying there. She was my cellmate,” Penny said remembering the
woman who had helped her get out of the slave establishment. Once they came near the house, Penny searched
for the door to see there was no door. It was possible that wood was used here to cover the place but that must have been years. She was a young girl.
“No one has lived here in awhile,” Damien stated looking at the inside of the house which had collected dust and
cobwebs around, “It is possible that your family was the only one who lived here and no one else came here.
Most of the villagers don’t step this deep in the forest with the fear of being attacked by witches or vampires.”
“What about the other creatures?”
Damien picked up a small thin stick which was lying on the ground, using it he moved the cobwebs that had
formed inside the house, “They might have thought it was a trap. Every creature will think twice at the fear of the
place being a trap. But then if you come from behind, this looks like a normal rocky slope unless one goes around and finds the open door.”
He saw Penny staring at the walls, turning her head to look at the empty place except for more cobwebs that
greeted them. She then stepped out of the house. She heard the soft sound of the water that flowed down from right to left and the birds that chirped in the trees.
“Something bad must have happened here,” Penny said trying to recollect the dream she had dreamt. Inhaling
and exhaling out the air through her lips, “My father asked my mother leave this place with me, that he would be
here before joining us,” she shook her head, “I don’t know what happened after that.”
“Did you remember anything recently?” he asked to have her shake her head again, “Were you hoping to remember?”
“It didn’t work though,” Penny’s reply came out to be in a disappointed tone. She had hoped that it would jog
her forgotten memory. No not forgotten but tampered. It was frustrating to think that her own mother would do
it. No one was supposed to meddle with one’s thoughts and memories.
All these years she had thought she had never met her father, who had never spent more than two weeks of time with him. Now that she knew the truth, she had spent years with him and her mother had taken that away from her. She clutched her hand tightly while staring down at the river. Anger bubbling up over it.
“We should head to my aunt and uncle’s house,” she proposed.
“I can hardly wait to meet them again,” Damien’s eyes brightened up with pure evilness.
She turned to see the look on his face to say, “Don’t break anything,” the last time they visited, Damien had
broken her uncle’s fingers. The cracking of the bones giving her a slight shiver, “Do you have a fetish with the fingers?”
“I do. How did you know?” he smiled, then started to climb back up the slope to reach the edge of the forest.
She shrugged her shoulders, “Guessed it,” he chuckled, knowing well how she knew about it.
As they stepped back into the forest greeting back the three dead bodies that laid on the snow ground, “What
about these people?” She wondered how many years Damien had practiced having an aim like this where he had got the vampires in three bullets.
“They will form a good compost to the plants once the ice melts down. Let them enjoy the snow until then,” he said, continuing to walk past the corrupted vampire’s dead bodies.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 272 – Family that didn’t exist- Part 2
The village was the same as they had seen last time. People there were always nosey but it was like that
everywhere. The village folks and town folks were always more interested in others’ lives than fixing their own.
The ones who fixed never stayed behind here and instead moved to another town to have a better life. That was how it was.
Since the last episode that took place here, when they entered the village, people looked at Damien more than
her. The man loved the attention which he received from the people around him, the stares hardly fazed him as they walked towards her uncle and aunt’s house.
Penelope felt her nerves become jittery. She knew that her relatives would not take her presence well. If she were
to come here alone, they would never open the door or have the door closed on her face. She also knew it wouldn’t be the same when Damien was standing next to her.
She caught sight of her aunt who was feeding the cow that was tied to a pole next to their house. Upon seeing
Penny and the pureblooded vampire approaching the house, an expression of anger crossed the elderly woman’s face. She walked towards the door and stood still.
Ignoring Damien’s presence, her aunt turned to speak to Penelope, “You have some nerve to show your face up
here after what you put your uncle and I through,” her nose flared as she spoke those words.
“Haven’t you shamed us enough?” asked the elder woman looking at Penny who was two-inch taller than her.
The words were harsh for Penny to digest. To think of people whom she considered family all this while had only used her. Keeping her like a goat to butcher it when the time came for their own use.
Trying to not take it to her heart, Penny said, “I come here to ask you some questions. It is about my mother.”
“Neither do you or your mother have any place in here anymore! Leave before I use any more words that defines what you are-”
“It is not you who should be ashamed but me for what you did,” Penny snapped back, her jade green eyes flaring
up with a tinge of anger, “I speak to you with the respect that you are elder to me. That you are my aunt and my mother’s sister.”
“She was never my sister. Don’t try to associate us,” was this the truth? asked Penny to herself.
She could clearly remember the day when her mother had been buried in the cemetery while Penny had been
devastated with her mother’s death. With no people around who had come to pay their respects as both her
mother and she were treated as outcasts, the only people who showed up were her uncle and aunt.
‘You don’t have to live here by yourself. Come live with us.’ That was what her aunt had told her. ‘This is what
your mother would want too. She would be at peace knowing you are with me, with her elder sister to look after her daughter.’
“You are nothing but a bag full of lies. I wouldn’t mind if he broke some fingers of yours too,” Penny huffed angrily to have the woman look at her with wide eyes.
“That’s right. You are nothing but like your mother. Threatening me, my husband. We would think you would be
grateful. If it weren’t for us you wouldn’t be even looking the way you are right now,” her aunt spat back.
Penny frowned, “You sold me to a f.u.c.k.i.n.g slave establishment! What part should I be grateful for? If it weren’t
for me I would still be stuck there or would have been killed. Do you even know what goes on in there?!” she
couldn’t believe how her aunt had turned out to be. Or how she had failed to see the real person behind those
smiles she had received a few months ago, “You have no right to ask for me to be grateful to you.”
Her aunt raised her finger up as if to shush her to avoid her from speaking another word but Damien couldn’t
help raise his brow over how Penny was holding herself up. He was aware that she was internally hurting yet she was fighting with her aunt.
Penny’s aunt spoke, “If it weren’t for us you would have rotten yourself in that village. Don’t think we don’t know
what happened. It was us who came to your aid when you were alone and needed emotional support.”
“Words that were nothing but empty,” Penny retorted back, “I should have known. For someone who never came
to see how we were doing all those years, you suddenly arrived when my mother passed away. Why did you even
come if you had no intention of actually helping?” Penny was disappointed with the way her family relationsh.i.p.s
were, “You could have walked away,” she whispered, a small prick in her chest as she uttered those words.
Her aunt rolled her eyes, “I kept my distance and if it weren’t for your mother asking to come to take you as she was ill, I would have never come for you.”
“She asked you?” Penny had never heard about this before.
“Yes, she sent me a letter. I still have it in here,” the woman stepped inside the house and Penny and Damien
followed the woman inside the house. She pulled one item after another, pushing them away to pull out the
small hidden drawer case which held the thin letter in it. Turning around, she handed it to Penelope, “Take it,” came the impolite tone.
Penelope stared at the letter before taking it in her hand. Unfolding the letter, she opened it to read,
‘Dear Clara, I know it has been long since we last spoke and you don’t want to talk to me but I am sick. So sick
that I don’t think I will be able to overcome it. I have a request. Please don’t refuse it. My daughter Penelope, please take care of her. Your only sister.’
The writing was short. Penny reread it again to find something in there but there was nothing she could further
decipher. Right now the letter showed as if her mother was concerned about her well-being.
What was she supposed to conclude with this?
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 273 – Sisters- Part 1
Penelope read through the letter again but the content continued to be the same way. She started to fold it when
Damien took it from her hand, “When did you receive this?” she asked the elderly woman who was her aunt.
“Two days before we came to see you at your village. There was another before that, a second letter but my
husband tore and threw it in the fire. We didn’t know she was dying. I wanted to see her die,” came the inhumane
words from her aunt’s mouth which Penny would have never imagined before. There was some sort of bitterness in the words she spoke to her. A hidden secret of hate.
“Why would you say that about your sister? I thought you were on good terms. You always made me believe that
you were on good terms,” at least that is what it was. Her mother had spoken about her sister fondly and her
aunt had been nothing less when it came to showering good praises.
Damien who had finished reading the short letter folded and placed it in his pocket, filling up the silence to ask
Penelope’s aunt, “She wasn’t your sister, was she?” Penny’s head snapped to Damien before looking back at her aunt.
“She wasn’t?” Penny repeated the question, a look of disbelief passing across her features. That would only mean
her aunt was no black or white witch at all. She was a human and so was her husband.
At the same time, her uncle who had been at the back of the house entered in to find the last two people they
would ever think about inviting to their house, “What are they doing here? Didn’t we already establish that she
was not allowed back in here even in the future?” he asked his wife.
It somewhat pained Penny to hear the words that were directed to her but at the same time, there was anger that surpassed the pain and blinded it.
“I am telling her how wonderful her mother was,” her aunt responded back.
Her uncle’s face scrunched in disgust, “Don’t talk about that disgusting woman. And throw that disgusting daughter out so that she is out of my sight!”
Damien tched to have the elderly couple’s focus on him, “Mister. I believe breaking your fingers last time was
insufficient as you have the nerve to speak rudely right now. Would you like me to refresh your rotten memory?” he asked, his eyes staring down at the man across the room.
The old man gritted his teeth. How could he forget how this intruder had damaged his fingers weeks ago.
Remembering the pain, he couldn’t help but bring his hand close to his chest. The elderly woman glared at the threat that was imposed.
She turned to look at Penny to say, “You dare to come inside our house and threaten us as you please.”
Penny’s jaw ticked, “I wouldn’t have threatened if you would have been frank with me since the very beginning.
You only hid things from me and the relationship of how you felt with my mother. Is she not your sister?”
Her aunt’s eyebrows raised, a sarcastic smile appearing on her aged and fine-lined face, “What did your mother
say about us? That we only lived apart and couldn’t make time for each other? That we didn’t have money or was
it something else? She was insane. Crazy in her head,” she raised her hand to her head, pointing it out. Penny didn’t comment anything and continued to hear what the woman had to say,
“I was ten when my parents found your mother. She was found in the forest, lost, homeless with no family. My
parents took pity on her. Considering she was only a year or two apart from me, they didn’t feel it right to leave
her there when they met her and brought her home. For two years, everything was going well. We had the fourth
person in the family and my parents were happy as she was sweet but that was all a disguise.”
“What do you mean?” Penny asked. Her aunt huffed loudly, taking a seat on the chair as if standing for too long and having this conversation was bringing back the past she had blocked.
“At the beginning, I didn’t pay attention but she was always strange. No matter how pretty and sweet she was by
her appearance and talk, there was something very eerie about her. It was only later that I found how she liked to
be isolated to not have people around and when I say that, it wasn’t restricted to her. When I was fourteen, a boy
was found dead in the woods along with my sister with blood in her hands. The same boy, who was just three
years older than me. When I checked on what had happened I was told that the body had been trying to force
himself upon her. Laure had said that she had only killed him in self-defense. It was hard for everyone to believe
it because both of them were good children. The boy would have turned out to be an excellent man if it weren’t
for your mother and I know that. He had never once laid his eyes on her because he liked me. She killed him.”
Was her mother jealous?
“Even though she was my sister who I cared for back then, I had my doubts that something was not right. I spoke
to the magistrate without my parent’s knowledge but there was nothing they could do as the case was closed.”
“Why not have the case reopened?” Penny asked to get a response from Damien who was standing next to her, who said,
“When a case is closed it doesn’t reopen unless there’s something found with proof. It needs to be submitted in
the magistrate’s office and then be sent to the council for approval which takes several more days,” he explained
on how the council worked, “For the villagers, it takes time to bring back the case alive while the higher society
has the ability to either stub the case or have it going until they come to an outcome…”
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That’s right,” her aunt responded back, the lantern which was sitting next to her on the table, the flame moved
gently for the shadow to tether on the wall along with the wind as the door was open, “The magistrate back then
could only think about having his hands off the case so that he could have no work to do. If I had to find the
truth on what happened and what I believed in then I had to show up proof. I tried speaking to Laure but she
would fall into a fit of tears. My parents didn’t like me bringing up the event as they were already shameful for
what had happened. In months, I let it go because my opinion changed that I must have thought about the boy
wrongly and he wasn’t the person whom he showed around but the truth was far from it.”
In the meantime, Penny continued to listen to the woman’s story where her aunt’s eyes looked distant as she recalled what had happened,
“Our family was happy but we more isolated compared to the rest of the other villagers. Children of my age
refused to play with me and I had only her. While my parent’s work had turned dire where they were having
trouble bringing enough money back home. As time grew, the people who once were close to us, people who
spoke to us or offered to stop by to talk started to avoid our very presence. Finally, after a few more years, I got
married but Laure didn’t like it…Before that she tried to have us separated, trying to seduce my very own fiance
but she failed as I had caught her. We had a fight and I forgave her. Thinking she was only feeling insecure which
she was, but I didn’t know how vile she could be. When I was told that I was pregnant with a child, guess what she did?”
Her aunt’s eyes held contempt, her voice filled with pain, “She tried to kill it,” the whispered words felt quieter
than the room itself. Her aunt raised both her hands, “I lost my child before I could even see or hold it. Do you
know the pain of losing a child?”
Penny didn’t know how to feel about this. The mother that she knew and had grown up around was never like
this, which was what made it hard to think that she could do something like this. The person she had grown up with, who had brought her had loved and taken care of her.
“I am not making this up,” her aunt added, her eyes glaring down at Penelope, “She tried to push me from the
church stairs. No not tried, she was successful in it. If there is a reason why I can’t bear a child anymore, the reason is her.”
Damien asked, “Is that why you tried selling Penelope to the slave establishment? To find peace from avenging
the death of your unborn baby?” the woman didn’t respond but only stared. So it was true, thought Penny to herself.
“My mother must have done it to you, but I did nothing but respect you, Aunt Lyse-”
“Don’t!” the aunt warned, “Your mother was different from the very beginning and you are not far from it. Can
you look me in the eye and tell me that you aren’t normal. You aren’t one of us,” she gritted her teeth that suddenly had Penny worried.
“You know…” she whispered.
From the other side of the room, her uncle said, “I told you she was one of them and that only with time would her true colors show.”
“Step out of the house,” her aunt turned further hostile, “We didn’t speak in fear for what could happen. As you
know, people don’t take a person’s association well when it comes to other creatures. I at least thought you
might be like us but you cannot be. You are her child after all. If this is all you came here for, leave before I report-” she stopped speaking when Damien took two slow steps towards her.
“For someone to be called as her uncle and aunt, you aren’t polite or grateful,” he said in a bored tone with his
eyes moving around the house and going to settle on the elderly woman, “What I did during my last visit was very basic.”
“What are you going to do? Kill us? We aren’t scared,” the woman had stood up from her seat. Damien towered
over her small self, unable to keep down the grin that crawled upon his face. He could feel her pulse race and also her husband’s who looked at his wife with pure worry and panic.
His words came out to be soft and quiet that needed people to listen to it keenly, “Death is too easy. I broke your
husband’s fingers last time. Would you enjoy a broken leg or have him lying on the bed forever in such a way
that he would never be able to walk again?” the smile continued to stay on his lips, “You try speaking a word
about Penelope, even so much as to breathe her name to others, I will make sure to turn your life to a living hell. Do you understand that, peasant?”
The woman could do nothing but glare at the pureblooded vampire. He as well as she knew that there was nothing she could do but swallow her insults down.
“I have something to ask before we leave,” spoke Penny to her aunt, her lips closing and parting again to speak, “Do you know anything about my father?”
Her aunt gritted her teeth, exhaling the air out to say as she tried to calm her mouth from running off and having
her and her husband under the pureblooded vampire’s threat, “She met him in another city. I had no interest in
asking about her, therefore I never cared for whom she married. Our parents were blind and they got her married
after me. After my parents died, which was the only reason I kept up my facade of tolerating her, I moved away from her and refused to meet her.”
“Did she come to see you?” asked Penny.
“Yes, sometimes. I sent her away not wanting her to hover around me or my husband.”
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Penny gave it some thought, taking in what her aunt had to say. If one looked on her side of the fence, they
would agree but her actions were not justified for what she had put her through. If things had gone wrong when
she was still in the slave establishment where she wouldn’t be able to escape, Penny could hardly imagine how her life would have turned out.
Spending a few hours with Grace, being disgraced to the fall lower than an animal where she was kicked and
slapped, she didn’t know what could have happened. Her stars were lucky that she had been saved over and over
again. Be it her, Damien or strangers like the lady who had stopped Grace from taking her into the black market.
What her aunt and uncle put her through, she would never come to forgive their actions. Her aunt had issues with her mother, avenging her lost baby on Penny was wrong.
“When was the last time my mother visited you?” she continued to ask the questions as they arose in her mind.
Her aunt gave a deep thought over her question, trying to recollect which meant it wasn’t anywhere around the year that had passed by, “Must have been three years ago.”
“What did she come for?” Penny could only conclude that her mother was overprotective over the family she had
been given but the word didn’t quite fit well in here. Her mother wanted to monopolize them, manipulating the people around her. The more she found out about her mother, the more horrible she felt.
Was this the same person who had raised her? The person whom she had known and called mother, they felt like
two different people. One whom she knew and the other what she heard from her aunt just now.
“I don’t know. I didn’t bother to ask her and didn’t want to know about it. I didn’t want to do anything with her.
She had created enough of a mess in my life and my family,” her aunt’s tone came out to be bitter.
“If you hated her so much, and hated the fact that I was her daughter, why did you agree to bring me in here?”
Penny could still not understand the logic and connection of what her aunt said and did. If a person didn’t like
someone and disliked them to the point of hate, wasn’t it the easiest to just avoid than bring painful memories?
Silence filled the room with no one speaking. Penny continued to stare at her aunt and uncle, waiting for one of them to speak.
Her aunt finally spoke,
“When she said in the letter that she was dying do you know I felt? It was a relief from reading that from her. I
took you in so that I could let her soul know how it feels when you put your child through death. The grief and
depth of how they feel with the child, only a mother can know and understand.”
“And you thought her dead self would know it?” Penny didn’t know if she was supposed to continue feeling sad anymore for the lady.
No one caught the amused smile that came upon Damien’s lips after listening to the way Penny had phrased her
words for her mother. He knew that there was more to the surface of how Penny appeared. As she had been
moved from one place to another, from the slave establishment to Quinn’s mansion with the tag of a slave, she had been quiet but the girl was a spitfire.
Her aunt failed to perceive Penny’s words as she took the gist and felt offended, “I didn’t care and I don’t even
now. I am happy to have sold you and if the time came by again, I would do it again,” said her aunt, her eyes fuming in anger.
Penny wondered if there was any point talking to her right now. The woman would avenge for her loss over and
over again where she would never be satisfied no matter how many times she would repeat it. Yet, still wanting to give a piece of her mind, she said,
“I am sorry for what happened to your child. For what she did, but I would never say it was okay what you did to
me. You don’t know what happens in the slave establishment,” this had the woman rolling her eyes and her uncle joined in to laugh at her words.
Her uncle who had been quiet all this time said, “Penny. There’s a mirror there on the wall. Why don’t you have a look at yourself and repeat it again.”
“Look at you,” her aunt said, sizing her up and down with the way she was dressed, “Slave life did you good. For
what your dead mother put me through consider it to be repayment. Like I said that day, you are living a life a lady. Look at you all dressed while we are still here.”
“I wonder why that is so,” chimed Damien from the side, “Maybe people with ugly hearts tend to live a life of rats.”
“Vampire-” her uncle began to warn Damien.
Damien tched again, correcting the man, “Don’t put me in the lower class. I am a pureblooded vampire. My name
is Damien Quinn, and if you haven’t heard about me, then let me tell you that I don’t mind going against the law
to satisfy my bloodthirsty instincts where I not only snap your fingers but every single bone in that old body while leaving the other to watch it.”
If it was possible her uncle could be seen fuming like the bull in anger but he could do nothing.
Everyone knew what or who the pureblooded vampires were. The number of pureblooded vampires was less
compared to the normal vampires as they multiplied along with the half-vampires. Being not only part of the
highest food chain, but the people there also had the authority of control and manipulation.
“All you pure-blooded vampires think you are higher than us. A day will come where we will laugh at you,” said her uncle, that hardly fazed Damien.
Damien took a step forward dauntingly…
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Alright. You can laugh now,” Damien pulled out his pocket watch as if he had limited time to spare here right
now. Seeing the confused expression from the elder couple, he said, “What? By the time that happens, you won’t
be alive and will be buried somewhere in the cemetery. Oh wait,” he paused to receive another glare, “That is if
you get a cemetery. With being a childless couple, your only bet is to have Penny have you decked in all nice in
the cemetery or have yourself eaten and decomposed in the forest as flies fly around you.”
The elderly couple looked at Damien in shock at first. Their words falling short even though their mouth opened to speak.
It was true though, what he said. Once they would pass away, there would be no one to assure that the would-be
given a grave, unless they make plans beforehand. But there was also a possibility that the empty graves could be
bought, bought by Damien himself so that their soul could rest in peace.
“If there are any questions we’ll come back again,” it was Penny who spoke to break the silence in the room, her aunt looking at her with hateful eyes.
“I hope not,” said the woman.
The pain that once used to hover around her mind and heart had started to reduce in time. The attachment that
she once shared, damaged over what they did and how they handled with lack or any remorse.
Penny said, “As much as you don’t like me in here, I am not fond of coming and seeing the relatives whom I
thought to be the people who cared for me to show the lackl.u.s.ter character of yours which is worse than any
other criminal who broke the law of the council and government. You might justify it to be a tit for tat but it is far
from it. You lost a child, a person who was yet to be born and I would have lost my soul, a living breathing
person,” taking in a deep breath she said, “The woman you thought was dead, is alive. Have a good day,”
satisfied with the horror on her aunt and uncle’s face as realization hit them, she turned around with a smile lifting up on her face and stepped out of the home.
On their way back, both Penny and Damien were quiet. Penny looked ahead of her while Damien who unabashedly stared at her as he walked beside her.
“Do you know what you did in there?” asked Damien, seeing Penny turn to him with her expression that had turned slightly blank since they had left the house of her relatives.
“That I spoke back to my aunt there?” Penny could see the happiness that was bursting out of Damien.
“You did more than that. Might I say, it was a pure utter delight to see you go off like that, s.e.xy mouse,” he praised, bringing a smile on her lips.
Her eyes fell on the snowy ground to look back up and at him, “I don’t think anyone will ever find a mouse s.e.xy,
Master Damien,” the grin on his lips widened over her words. Damien had noticed how she often switched back
and forth in calling him master Damien and only Damien when they spoke. She didn’t call him master Damien
because she was referring to him as the master but it was usually under the subtle teaseful tone.
“Of course, not everyone is lucky enough to catch a s.e.xy mouse,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. Seeing her face sober up and sigh, he asked, “Are you going to be fine?”
She smiled, nodding her head, “I think so. At least we know there was another side to the story that I knew and grew up with.”
“What did your mother say about your aunt? Did she ever mention her family and relatives?” he asked her.
“She did speak about them but her version was one that of a perfect family. Of how everyone got along fine. I
guess she didn’t get along with anyone. I still don’t understand why she would ask my aunt to look after me. Do
you have any thoughts about it?” she asked him unsure of what her mother’s true intentions were.
“Frankly, it isn’t that hard to tell. She might have sent you to your aunt but there must be something, a reason for
what she did when it came to sending a letter to your aunt. We can only draw theories right now. It is either you
get back your lost memories or you ask your dear mother who has been intent on killing you. We both happened
to have odd mothers, no offense but yours is crazier than mine,” he said and Penny couldn’t agree any less because it was true.
God had really handpicked and given them on who their mothers were supposed to be. At least Damien’s mother killed others and not her children.
Raising her hands up, she tucked her hair behind her ears on both sides, “I wish I could find out more about my father,” at least there would be one parent of hers who would have been sane, right?
“I am sure you will find out about him in time. Baby steps, you don’t need to rush anything. I am here to buy you time,” he assured her and she couldn’t be less grateful for his words.
Halting her footsteps she thanked him, “Thank you, like really,” she looked into his eyes that stared back at her.
“I do not take words, I need some affection,” he said, closing his eyes and waiting for her before opening one of
his eyes to see if she had moved from her position. Seeing Penny step closer, he closed his eyes again. Waiting
for her to kiss him. He enjoyed her lips on his which was soft and supple.
With two seconds that had passed, he opened his eyes to find her not standing in front of him but walking towards the carriage.
“Where are you going?” he asked her loud enough for her and the rest of the people around them who were
passing by to head him, “What happened to my kisses?” he asked that had her turning and looking at him wide-eyed.
“Sshh,” she shushed him.
“Aren’t you greedy to ask me for a kiss when it was only some time ago that I gave you one?” she asked, waiting for him to catch up where she didn’t have to wait too long.
“I thought I was being fairly reasonable. I must say you are quite a trickster making this poor man think he would
receive the kiss to only deny it. I mean I come here all the way saving you from the wretched wolves,” he said just
as Penny placed her foot on the support of the carriage to step inside.
Instead of getting inside, she turned around and gave a quick peck on his lips, “Better?” she asked to see him smile.
“Much better,” he murmured the words, “I don’t think I would ever get bored of you giving me kisses. I love your
surprise kisses,” before he could catch her blush, she turned and got inside the carriage.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 277 – Date in year 1700’s – Part 2
Damien couldn’t help himself from not looking at Penny who was trying to tone down the blush on her cheeks which had crept up on her cheeks and she looked absolutely lovely in his eyes.
Though there were things that were weighing in her mind she appeared to be in a much better mood.
Her mother was somewhere here but for someone who could feign her own death, it meant the black witch was
too experienced and had only hidden it in front of her husband and her daughter. With the little ratio of white
witches turning to a black witch after they had tapped into the forbidden magic, it was possible that her mother
had gone to the dark side after her husband’s death. For someone who didn’t agree with her family and her sister to have a family of her own, he could only conclude that was the issue.
“Let’s go out somewhere this week.”
Penny who had been concentrating on the trees, leaned back to turn and see Damien, “Where?” she asked.
“To that favorite theater of yours where you once used to work. We can have some fresh air away from the mansion and the church,” he proposed the idea back.
“Are you taking me out?” her jade green eyes searched in his red ones.
“I very much am. I have some places to take you, a day out with just us.”
“I would like that,” she responded back.
One would have thought that the pureblooded vampires only went to the higher status of theaters and not some
cheaper attic ones where the spaces were crumpled. Damien truly was one of a kind, thought Penny to herself.
The only good thing that had come out of all this mess and pain and betrayal was him. Damien Quinn.
It wasn’t that he didn’t stop annoying her. The man still infuriated her to no end, driving every living soul mad but there was a certain ring to it. She wondered when her feelings had started to sway, the breeze that once was moving in the opposite direction now was moving along with her.
“Thinking about me?” she heard Damien ask her.
“I have other things to do than think about you all the time,” there was a smile in her voice which was caught by him.
“Mhmm, the lies you say are so sweet which tells how embarrassed you are,” with one hand that supported the side of his head where he rested the edge of his elbow on the open window, his face turned to look at her.
“If you know already why do you ask,” she muttered under her breath.
“Because it is enthralling to hear it from your delicate lips,” he flirtatious gesture had taken her mind off.
Penny’s lips twisted, stopping the smile that was trying to break from her lips, “Have you heard that phrase that
goes on to say to never say something too much,” but instead of she claiming her victory with words Damien asked,
“Oh, was that what it was all about? Don’t worry, Penelope. No matter how many times you repeat your words, I would never be bored of them,” both Damien and Penelope smiled at each other.
When the next day arrived, Damien gifted her with another dress. The dress was peachy-cream in color with an
off-shoulder that displayed her collar bones. With floral patterns that started from her neck to her sleeves and
distributed to the entire dress until it touched the ground. Fitted tight around her waist where a maid had come to help her with the corset as the laces were pulled tightly.
Unlike all this time where Damien was the one who had made her hair every time, this time she did it by herself.
Keeping it simple without going over the top. She was thankful for the dress, it was a beautiful dress which would have cost a good number of gold coins.
Just as she was getting ready with the maid who stood behind her, waiting on her if she ever needed any help,
there was a knock on the door. Damien had already left the room early leaving her to get ready.
Hearing the knock on the door, she turned to find it was Lady Maggie.
“May I come in?” asked the Lady, her red eyes looking at Penelope, “You can leave. I can assist from here,” said the lady to the maid, waving her off for the maid to leave the room.
Since the time Grace had been punished, Penny didn’t know why she felt as if there was this unspoken friction between her and Damien’s elder sister. She didn’t know if she was overthinking but there was something unnerving in the air around them.
Lady Maggie smiled looking at her, “You look lovely, Penelope. I heard from my overbearing brother that he was
taking you out. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t taking you in the potato sack. I bought something for you,” she
said bringing the blue box she had been holding in her hand.
“I don’t think that is necessary,” Penny refused already having an idea of what was in the box by looking at the
size of it. When Lady Maggie opened the box to show a sparkling necklace which was made of diamonds.
“Please. It would go well with the dress you’re wearing. Let me help you,” Lady Maggie insisted, placing her hand
on Penelope’s back, “This belonged to my mother. I don’t know what she would say about Damien and your
relationship, that you share but with the bond which Damien has placed, I think in time she would have come
around and welcomed you. You will be my sister-in-law, I would like you to have it,” saying this, Lady Maggie put the necklace around Penny’s neck.
Penny’s eyes widened. She couldn’t have anything this expensive. She was already worried that she was going to lose it.
“I didn’t get to say this earlier because of how things had turned. My intentions weren’t to hurt you, Penelope. I
hope you understand where I come from because both are my siblings,” her words came out to be apologetic, “Welcome to the family.”
Penny mustered a smile, “Thank you.”
“My brother is waiting for you. Have a good time,” she wished her before exiting the room.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 278 – Meadow- Part 1
With Lady Maggie who had left the room, Penny took another look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes staring at
the diamond necklace which now adorned around her neck. Sparkling even with the little light which was in the
room. But it was the reflection of the fire from the fireplace which made the crystals come alive like some
enchanting stones she had never seen before. Coming from a struggling family since she was a child, Penny had never seen anything like this.
Taking another look, with her turning around to see if the dress was alright, she exhaled out the air she had been
holding in. Half out of nervousness and the rest of it which was held by the corset that she wore inside the dress that didn’t allow her to breathe comfortably.
She made her way down the stairs, meeting Damien as he had been standing at the end of the stairs waiting for
her. Penny took in the sight of him. Black coat, white shirt with black trousers. His usual hair which he didn’t
bother to comb and keep it neat now was combed back in a sleek way that left three of four strands of hair to fall on his forehead while the rest was combed back.
Hearing the shoes clanking softly on the carpeted stairs, Damien turned around to meet her eyes.
At first, the man didn’t smile, his eyes drinking in her presence as she made her way towards him slowly with her
hand holding the rails so that she wouldn’t fall down. He could hear her heartbeat against her chest. Her heart
skipping a few beats when he smiled at her.
Penelope had been shy to his advances before but she was opening up and getting comfortable. Taking the lead
to kissing him which he was more than satisfied with. At least that is what he told himself but there was
something more he wanted from her since he had brought her to this mansion. Since day one where his eyes had
fallen on the green-eyed girl. Internally he smiled, wondering if he could turn the jade green-eyed girl really green. It was something he would like to test to see how jealous he could make her.
There was a slight awkwardness when Penny finally stopped at one step above him. And though she stood one
step ahead of him, her height failed to meet him where she had to crane her neck to look into his dark red eyes.
“Don’t you think we are overdressed for the local theater?” asked Penny, her voice laced with embarrassment with the way he looked at her unblinkingly.
Damien didn’t speak right away, taking his own time to admire the girl who looked ravishing at this moment.
Maybe they should cancel going out and spend the day in his room, thought Damien to himself, “You look
beautiful,” his eyes trailed to pick on her eyes and then her lips, moving to her cheeks but not below it.
“You look beautiful too- I mean you look handsome,” she corrected herself quickly. The blood rushing up her neck bit by bit.
An evil smile came upon Damien’s lips which had Penny turn nervous even more, “What’s got you this nervous? I
am not going to pounce on you,” at least not right away, thought Damien to himself. His eyes filling up with mirth which had Penny give him a smile.
“Lady Maggie gave me your mother’s necklace.”
“She did?” Damien gave a surprised expression, his eyes going below her neck to look at the diamond stones
sparkle, “Your eyes stood out more than the crystals that you are wearing. I don’t think it was needed. Sweet of
Maggie to do that,” he said, taking her hand in his hand he pulled her close to him, kissing her cheek on either
side of her face, “My mother enjoyed the rare stones, I am sure Maggie has plenty of them.”
“It was sweet of her,” Penny agreed. His elder sister was trying to make up, trying to get along with her after what
happened to Grace. She had been polite to her before that too except that there was a hint of authority previously when she spoke to her which now had fallen down.
“Does it bother you?” he asked to receive a quizzical expression from her.
“The necklace?” she asked him and he gave her a nod.
“Yes, if you don’t like it you can give it to me. You can wear it back once we are back to the mansion,” he offered for her to smile back at him.
“Thank you,” Penny appreciated the gesture that Lady Maggie showed towards her but she wasn’t used to
wearing something so expensive that hung around her neck. Another reason was that it somewhat reminded her
of the time when Grace had collared her. The tightness around her neck feeling uncomfortable. Going back to
her previous thought she said, “Are we still going to the local theater?” she asked him, her feet stepping down on the ground.
The butler came from the main entrance, walking towards them but keeping a good distance away from the couple,
“Master Damien,” Durik said, his head bowing as he spoke, “I have placed the basket at the back of the carriage. Is there something that you would want me to add behind there?” asked the half-vampire.
“Napkins?” asked Damien for the butler to bow his head again which he had raised.
“Yes, Master. I have added them along with water if you need,” the butler answered.
Damien turned to Penelope, “Shall we?” Penny was doubtful that Damien and she were going to the local theater.
To wear such posh clothes and enter a place where only the local villagers and townsfolk came, they would stand out like a sore thumb.
As they stepped out of the mansion, Penny asked him, “We aren’t going to the local theater are we?”
Damien shook his head, a grin up his lips, “We are going to the meadow.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 279 – Meadow- Part 2
When Damien spoke about the meadow, Penny had thought it to be some sort of expression not knowing he
actually meant a meadow. The grassy fields expanded, stretching itself to the forest which wasn’t too far. It wasn’t green nor was it sunny with what Damien had on his mind.
“Master Damien?” called Penny once they got down from the carriage, “We are going to have a picnic around
and in the snow?” she asked him unsure if this was what he had in his mind. It wasn’t just her but also the
coachman who looked the cold scenery in front of them. Only Damien Quinn could have this kind of bizarre ideas.
“You are right. Isn’t this place lovely? It is quiet and calm with not possible distractions,” he then looked at his
coachman who was cold with the thin clothes he wore. Even Penny who had worn an off-shoulder dress could
slowly feel the frost sinking into her skin as if it was subtly absorbing the cold around them which was in the
forest, “Have the items placed at that corner,” he ordered the man who bowed and went to put down the items which the butler had previously stacked behind the carriage.
Penny turned her head around, looking at the forest which was covered around with tall trees. Though there was
a meadow, it looked as if it had been centered around the forest. Her eyes then fell on the coachman who first
spread the blanket on the grassy-snow land which was thick. Next came the basket and the second basket which was placed on the blanket. When the coachman returned back, Damien ordered,
“You can go back to the mansion.”
The coachman blinked once before asking Damien, “Would you want me to return back after some time?”
“No, don’t. Take the carriage and oil the wheels. I hear them creak every time it moves. Annoying,” came out his words, his eyes sharp on the human whose eyes widened.
It had been quite some time since they had oiled the wheels of the carriage but then he was the one riding the
carriage and driving it and not once had he noticed the sound of the wheels creaking. How sharp were Master
Damien’s ears that he had picked on it? With a questionable look, the coachman this time raised his head to look at the pureblooded vampire.
“What?” asked Damien seeing the servant not move but continue to dawdle in front of him, “Don’t tell me you
plan to join us in our picnic time,” Damien’s eyes narrowed for the man to suddenly wave his hands in front of him.
“No no, master Damien. That-uh, how will you return back to the mansion?” asked the coachman. They had traveled for quite some distance that walking back especially for the lady with him would be hard.
“We will walk,” came the simple answer through Damien’s lips.
“Walk?” it seemed like master Damien wasn’t sparing the girl too. Internally he couldn’t help but pity the girl. To be stuck to a crazy vampire, life was only going to be hard.
“If we had wings we would fly. Unfortunately, God gave us legs and not wings. So yes, we will walk,” the look he
passed at the servant made the poor man feel like an insect which was going to be trampled on if he didn’t see himself out of here.
Giving another bow, he turned around with his feet carrying himself with hurried footsteps, “You scared him away,” Penny said looking at the coachman who appeared as if he was walking fast.
“They are always scared,” Damien didn’t bother to spare his precious time on the servant and instead looked at the picnic set up that was made for them, “Come, let’s take a seat. I am starving.”
They had left home early, skipping the time of breakfast with their family which would not only give them time
but also give other members in the family to have some peace of mind where no one was going to glare daggers at each other.
Taking a seat on the thick blanket, Penny saw Damien pull the basket towards him. Opening it and pulling out the items one after another. As if behaving like a host, he asked,
“Would you like some tea, madam?”
“Yes, please. With two cubes of sugar, stir it well,” Penny said unable to hold out her the chuckle that escaped
from her lips. She had never got to make him do anything until now, not wanting to miss the opportunity, she teased him.
Damien passed her a look but it was one which belonged to a playful one. He took the warm kettle that was
placed around a little box that was used to keep the pot hot along with the other food items. Picking up the
teacup, he poured the tea, adding two cubes of sugar, stirring it well before handing it over to Penelope.
“Thank you,” she said taking the teacup from him. She noticed that there was a full pack of breakfast in the two
baskets for both of them, taking a bite of bacon which was put on the plate, she said, “You are much different to what I thought of you initially,” she took another bite that filled up her mouth.
“How much different?” came Damien’s nonchalant voice and even though it appeared that way, the man was keen and curious to know what Penny thought about him.
Penny smiled, chewing on her food and swallowing it, “If given the opportunity when we first met, I wouldn’t have minded turning you into a toad.”
Damien gave out a gasp, “How ruthless. Especially when I offered you nothing but kindness.”
“Your kindness came in the form of not offering me food when I was hungry and making me climb a tree when
my leg was still hurt,” she said calmly, his expression freezing for a second before he resumed to fill his plate with food he wanted to eat, like a mischievous boy that had been caught.
He felt like this was something that was going to go down in their history and carried into the future even after decades would pass by between them.
Receiving a narrowed look from her, he instead offered her a charming smile.