Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 281 – Meadow- Part 4
Moon signs?” Penny repeated his words.
“More tea?” asked Damien.
“No, I am good,” she said waiting for him to explain what he just said.
Damien poured the remaining tea from the kettle into his cup before placing it back inside the basket. Picking up
the emptied tray to place it back along with the kettle, “Moon signs, there are symbols or representation for the
night creatures. The night creatures consist of people who don’t come in the category of humans. Long ago
when the first generation of pureblooded vampire came into existence, they decided to create representation
through the help of the white witches. The moon signs were used for the night creatures while the sun signs
Were used to describe the humans. Each of the sun and moon are subdivided into different characteristics.”
Penelope had neither heard about the moon signs nor did she ever come to hear about the sun signs, “What
were they used for?” she saw Damien take a bite from the meat that he had picked by his fork.
“I don’t know,” came his nonchalant words.
“Why are you looking for it then?” she raised her brow in question.
Damien twisted his mouth, reaching out his tongue to the back of his teeth before speaking, “You see there,
where only some people who knew about the moon signs. Not everyone was aware of it. Maybe two or three of
the pureblooded vampires. My father doesn’t know about it either. The pureblooded vampires are forbidden to
speak on it, a saying that has rumored of how talking about it would reach one’s whispered words to the ear of a
white witch. I have searched for it, but there was nothing that could be found. Those three pureblooded vampires died, otherwise I would have asked them.”
“What makes you think the witches will have it in there?”
“Because even one says they don’t have it and have never heard about it, it would be a lie to not know something
especially when you are in a treasure look like that. There’s something more to the saying which was never given
out. There used to be a man, an old monk who had created the signs which only got destroyed later. There
should be another copy which the white witches have stored. Not the newbies but the old witches before they
were killed. When the information is not completed it is not because they didn’t have time for it. It was written in
the thought so that the knowledge that would be passed down would never be misused,” Damien explained his thoughts on it.
“Maybe it was hidden for the betterment?” she asked him, noticing his red eyes that were curious to know more about it as he spoke on the signs.
“It could be. The last time I went there, I went there with Father Antonio but a lot of the information was missing.
It makes me wonder how many truths have been buried when the white witches were killed there,” he looked
thoughtfully, his eyes looked at abyss far away before they shifted to her, “It isn’t important but I am curious. You
are a white witch now and only a white witch can fill in the pieces which are missing.”
Penny didn’t know if she was supposed to be happy that Damien showed a lot of trust and belief in her.
“I will have a look around tomorrow,” she said to find a piece of bacon that was waiting in front of her mouth.
Damien held the fork in front of her, waiting for her to open her mouth. He tilted his head that finally had her open her mouth.
She looked at the quiet forest that stood still except for the leaves and the branches of the trees that moved with the wind.
Though they were surrounded by the snowy ground and some of the snow that had settled upon the trees,
occasionally pushing down the snow down from them, Penny felt warm enough not to shiver in the cold weather. The blanket beneath them was thick and the food warm.
There was no one here but just them. Still, she wondered why Damien had her dressed like this if they were
coming here. The usual attire would have sufficed unless the man had something up his sleeve.
“So, Miss Bitterguard,” Damien started to have Penelope frowning instantly.
“I am not jealous of the girls around you, and what happened to the name mouse?” her brows knitted as she asked him.
“Oh? You have made peace with it. I wasn’t aware of it,” he smirked, “Once you’re done, let’s go for a walk,” he
said seeing her eat. Once she was done eating, Damien placed the plates along with the food which had been pulled out of the basket. Standing up, he gave her his hand for her to take.
Leaving the picnic set up behind, Penny walked next to Damien. Carrying the front of her dress, she placed her
feet forward one after another on the patchy snow that had fallen on the ground.
He had sent the coachman away as they could teleport at any point in time but in that case wouldn’t he want to consume more blood?
“How often do you need to drink blood?” Penny asked out of curiosity.
“Seven glasses a day to fully function,” he answered her question.
She nodded her head before asking, “And what if you don’t receive that amount of blood or skip a day?”
“A day should be alright. It is the lower vampires who struggle with the need for constant blood in their bodies.
Us, pureblooded vampires can survive a day or two before we start to feel the hunger.”
“But the ability consumes it?”
“It does, which is why some of us need to be on constant blood if we make use of the ability constantly. You
don’t want a pureblooded vampire going rampant by killing anything and everything in there way
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 282 – Dearest mother(s)- Part 1
With time that passed by and no blanket beneath or around her, Penny could feel the cold sinking into her skin
and bones. The deeper they stepped into the forest, the colder it got and so did the color and appearance of the
forest change from green to white with the amount of snow that covered the ground and the trees around them.
The forest was deserted and quiet. Not a single soul around them such that it was as if they were in a different world of space and time. Far away from them, an owl hooted. Its hoot echoing in the forest.
“Where is this place?” Penelope asked him, her steps being careful as she placed them on the freshly fallen snow on the ground which left an imprint on it.
“This is a path not far from the village that you once used to live in. The one you used to live in with your mother.”
How strange, thought Penny to herself. She had lived for almost seventeen years yet she had never stepped into
this side of the forest. One of the reasons might have been that her mother had often warned her to not step too
deep into the heart of the forest. Warning her on the black witches and other creatures who lurked in here.
Funny, she thought to herself. Especially when she was living with a black witch for those seventeen years.
At the same time, she wondered what might have happened. Theoretically from what she had learned from the church, Penny would have guessed that her mother had turned from a white witch to a black witch after her father’s death. But after what she heard from her aunt earlier this week, she could tell that her first theory was wrong an invalid.
There were a lot of unanswered questions and the only person who could provide her with answers was her mother itself.
Though her memories had been tampered, she doubted that there was anything useful that she could get from
it. When another hoot came from above them as they walked by a tree. Penny turned around, searching for the
owl that had camouflaged itself with the snow as it was white in appearance.
“My mother and I used to come here to hunt,” she heard Damien speak, his voice coming out to be clearer due
to the silence they were surrounded with. She noticed the distant look that his face carried right now as he
remembered about his mother. Penny had heard about his mother, the way she lived her life and it made her
wonder if she would feel the same about her own mother.
Damien’s late mother had passed away when he was young, but he carried her in his memories. Even though the woman was a cruel vampiress, he adored her. Both Maggie and he loved their mother.
The woman had killed innocent people. Maybe they weren’t pure souls but their punishments were directed to direct death and there was no way out of it.
“We used to bring our horses. Early in the morning before the sun even rose up in the sky. My mother hunted
animals before bringing them back to the mansion,” he said, his eyes glancing at Penny who was looking at him.
“What about you and Lady Maggie?”
“We were too young to hunt, at least that is what my mother thought. She was overprotective about us.”
She could guess that. An overprotective mother. She didn’t know why but she had a feeling that Lady Maggie
wanted to tell her something when she had come this morning to give her the necklace to her in the room. Like there was something on her mind which she wanted to speak but in the end, she didn’t.
“Can I ask you something?” Penny asked Damien to see him nod. Unsure of how to put it in the right words
without coming to be odd, she said, “If your mother was alive right now. Would things be the same?” she already had drawn the conclusions about it in her mind but she wanted to hear it from Damien.
Damien smiled, could a smile be one that looked like it was thoughtful? Asked Penny to herself, “Maggie spoke
something along the same lines. About how things could be different if our mother was still alive. I don’t think I
have ever pondered about it knowing that there is nothing like it to change what has happened in the past,” she
heard Damien speak, his footsteps barely audible to her ears while her feet appeared heavier, “My mother has
passed away. Therefore she holds no control over the way our lives are running. Maggie would have been devastated if she was still alive.”
Penny looked at him with a frown, “Why do you say that?”
“It is in regard to her former lover or fiance. Option one, the man would have been forced to continue his
relationship with my sister under my mother’s eyes. Because of fear which would lead to a very unhappy marriage
until he would finally decide to give up. Option two, he would have strayed his path like he did in the past and
would have been shredded into fine little pieces,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I did tell you my mother was an
overprotective woman. She wouldn’t like the fact of someone misusing us or our feelings. But in my case, I would like to think that she would be happy with whatever I did. I was the favorite child.”
Penny laughed hearing Damien boast.
“I am not making this up but it is the truth. She loved me more than Maggie for I was the one who listened to
every word she said, following through what she wanted from me which in the process had the core of my heart
to be corrupted in time. Let’s believe what will keep us happy and at ease. Not to forget, I don’t look at anything that I find worthless,” he concluded his words.
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Of course, how could Master Damien ever pick or look at someone or something of low worth, “Your father is a quiet man. It is hard to-” Penny paused while trying to find the right word.
“Think that they were married? There are polar opposites,” he competed and agreed to what she said.
“What about your mother? Was she overprotective?” Damien took his turn to know more about the woman who was trying to kill her.
Penny looked at the front, the spiky looking tree which branched out in a different direction symmetrically, “She
appeared to be normal at that time,” she said with an awkward smile, “She didn’t mind me going out, bringing
the nickels back home that the house used to run. She was alright,” she didn’t know how she had failed to see the facade all those years she lived with her mother.
Seventeen years and not a crack in the way she appeared in front of her, Penny wasn’t sure if she was supposed
to be worried that she had acquired her acting skills from her mother. Somewhere it was haunting to think that she had lived with a woman who wasn’t who she had presumed to be.
“She was like any other mother out there in the village. Kind and sweet. Maybe kinder than the rest,” but then
Penny thought if it was because the rest of the villagers were unkind to her, therefore, the little amount of
kindness her mother showered on her felt a lot, “I don’t know sometimes on what to assume and think.”
“It’s alright,” she heard Damien say, his eyes shifting to look from the scenery that was in front of to look at her,
“You don’t have to think too much on it. Maybe somewhere I do resonate with what Maggie said.”
“What is that?” asked Penny curious about what his sister said.
“She is happy for how things are. Not that she wanted our mother dead but happy nonetheless for us. Now that I
think about it, it is one less mother to deal with,” he said for her to smile. That was somehow true, “Do you want
me to take the necklace for you?” he asked remembering how uncomfortable she had been when she had walked down the stairs.
Penelope had forgotten about it. Now that Damien reminded her of it, she paused her steps, her hands rising up ready to take it off.
“Allow me,” Damien turned his body towards her, taking one step to close the distance between them, his hands reached the hook of the necklace. He leaned over, his hands working on it.
As she had worn an off-shoulder dress, Damien’s breath fell on her skin that tingled down and thrummed her
body. Once he was done removing it, he stepped back. She felt as if a weight had been lifted from her neck
where she could not move her neck freely that she had forgotten about.
“Better?” he asked to see her nod and see her sigh.
“I hope Maggie won’t mind it,” she murmured, not wanting Lady Maggie to think that she didn’t appreciate the gift.
Before they could continue to walk forward, Damien suddenly whisked his hand around her waist to bring her
close to him. Her body fit into his snuggly and she could feel the cold temperature slowly starting to shift to a much warmer one.
Penny stared right into Damien’s eyes, a freckle of black dust that was swirling in his eyes which made her worry,
“Is your corruption acting up again?” she asked him as he stared back at her. His arm around her was tight and
firm just as the corset that she wore inside her dress.
“Why do you ask?” his words came out huskier than usual. She could tell that her guess was right.
“When was the last time you drank blood?” she questioned him when his face came close to her, his lips drawing
closer to her but instead of kissing her where her lips parted and awaited for the touch, he moved his face away
and kissed below her ear. His lips pressing on her skin which felt warm and undeniably nice.
“In the morning,” he responded back, his words vibrating against her skin and he dropped another kiss.
She gulped. Her breathing turned shallow with one kiss of his. She forced the words out of her mouth that came out in shiver, “How many glasses did you drink?” his lips trailed up to her ear lobes.
“Seven of them,” he whispered the words back into her shell of the ear. He pulled back and this time Penny saw one of Damien’s eyes turn black while the other had red and black swirls in it.
“Damien…The corruption is acting…” she said her eyes moving back and forth between his eyes.
“I know,” he chuckled as if the corruption was not a big deal where he was being affected now.
“You know,” she nodded her head, letting it sink in, “Do you need to drink blood?” she asked him when the red
eyes started to fill up with blackness, “I think you should,” she said to have him let go of her waist.
With one more blink and both his eyes returned back to the color of deep red.
“It isn’t unusual,” he assured catching her troubled expression, “My heart sometimes can’t contain things in it and starts to activate the corruption. It comes and goes.”
Penny wanted to help but until now she was just a mere white witch who was trying to get around with the
potions and the life of the witches to be able to cure the corruption in his heart. Damien had told her that until
now no one had been spared from corruption it was part of the process of living and no one could do anything
about it. One had to go through it but it appeared that Damien was stuck in the starting stage of it.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 284 – Pureblooded vampires- Part 1
Penelope and Damien spent their time in the forest which extended for an hour or so where they spent their time
talking to each other, the little things that helped them understand each other. When the time finally arrived to
leave, Damien only had to touch Penny’s palm and in an instant, they were transported back to the village which
was where Bathsheba once used to live before the hunter had attacked her.
She looked around the place, the villagers had not realized the two new people who had only entered the village without walking in. They made their way to the Isle town.
Seeing Penny’s face turn dull and pensive, Damien said, “Don’t think about what happened when you last visited
here. There are plenty of slaves that come and go with their master and mistresses.”
“I know,” Penny responded back, her green eyes staring at the people who were looking at them.
“The reason why they are looking at you is not for what happened last time when you were here but because for
what you are and how you look right now,” She heard Damien say next to her as they walked, their feet stepping
on the stony cemented ground where the path was cleaned when snow had fallen so that the visitors could come and go without the interference of the weather or the snow itself.
He was right. Penelope was used to the glares that people sent her since she was young but right now people looked at her with a sense of curiosity. A hint of jealousy and intrigue in their eyes.
“I haven’t received this kind of attention until now,” she muttered her breath which had him smiling.
“Enjoy it,” he commented with his hand that rested on her back as they walked into the crowd of posh and the sham full of the society of politeness where rich people visited the Isle Valley.
Truth was that the last when she had been here, people had not spared her a proper glance at her. She was
someone’s slave which made her a person of no importance. People weren’t looking at her just because of the way she was looking. It was because of the person whom she was walking next to.
Without taking permission to ask, Penelope asked, “How many ladies do you bring here to shop and stroll?” she
could already feel the grin on his lips turning wide to her words, “Nevermind, you don’t have to answer the question.”
“Oh, no, please do ask me questions. What would I do if you stopped asking questions? You cannot tell you aren’t jealous,” Penny huffed.
“I am not. There’s nothing to be jealous about.”
“Keep denying, darling,” he teased her, the smile stretching wide enough for her to retort,
“You will look like a haunted ghost in the abandoned house children speak of if you smile anymore wider.”
“The joy you bring me. I don’t think any shop here can buy something as priceless as your words.”
“You are very good with your words,” he knew what to say at any point in time, his words always coming out to be charming or coming out to look down at a person.
Walking further more on the corner of the street, both Penelope and Damien caught sight of a man who was
acquainted with Damien. She didn’t remember his name but his face was clear in her mind. It was because of the
time back in the mansion when Damien had taken her where the maid had been beaten.
“Damien, what a lovely surprise,” the man came forward with a smile on his face which was bright enough to make one look away.
“Reverale,” Damien said the man’s last name, “I was expecting you here,” he smiled at the pureblooded vampire, “Knowing you have very little work to do, this is one of your favourie places to walk. Did you find any lady to walk with or are you alone?”
This was what Penny was talking about in her mind, his ability to look down at people was on point and he looked at people with a calm face like he was only exchanging good words.
“Unfortunately, I haven’t but I am hoping to find someone here,” the man named Reverale turned his gaze on
Penelope, his lips still smiling, “Every time I see your slave, she only gets dolled up in fine clothes. It makes me
wish that I was there the day she was being sold in the market. You did well with paying five thousand gold
coins,” the man rambled on. Penny didn’t bother to hide the distaste she felt looking at the man and his gaze.
“Whom are you calling a slave?” It wasn’t Damien but Penny who spoke to the man. Her face looked at him with an unimpressed expression.
Reverale didn’t take her words seriously. He laughed instead, his eyes shining brightly as he continued to stare at her, and addressing Damien as he spoke, “Your slave is untrained. You need to fix her attitude before she falls into trouble.”
“She isn’t a slave,” Damien corrected the man, a yawn passing through his lips to show Reverale of how bored he was in this additional company now.
“What do you mean she isn’t a slave? You brought her from the black market and paid for her. I thought it was an
outrageous amount but now looking at her like this, I don’t think you did wrong,” Mr. Reverale continued to rave
about it without trying to understand the gist, “I mean look at her,” his eyes fell down to her shoulders and then her chest, “You can see those big round-”
People who were walking by paused their footsteps, their feet almost slowing down to see the drama that was about to rise in the middle of the street before they quietly continued to walk.
Reverale had stopped talking with the little impact that had been caused by the kiss of the hand on his cheek. It
wasn’t Damien who had slapped him but Penelope which was why the man stood still with his face turned to his right side.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 285 – Pureblooded vampires- Part 2
He twisted his jaw, touching it before his eyes glared at Penelope. Penny had slapped him for his ill eyes and the
way they had moved before going to speak about how her b.r.e.a.s.ts looked. It had angered her. Not once had she ever taken it as a compliment that was crude.
The man didn’t know her and to speak words like that towards her, her hand had itched so bad that she couldn’t help but slap him.
Damien, on the other hand, didn’t appear to be amused with what Mr. Reverale had spoken about Penny. The
man was known to use such elaborate words to describe a woman’s body in front of the woman but Penny was
not any woman. She was his woman. But Mr. Reverale mistook Damien’s expression as if he were unhappy with his slave’s reaction.
Mr. Reverale took one step forward towards Penny but before he could reach out to her, Damien had raised his hand to Penny’s side as if to block the man. The man looked confused at Damien,
“Don’t tell me you are one of those men who get attached to their slaves and listen to their beck and call,” Reverale spat the words out while rubbing his jaw.
“What word of ‘She is not a slave’ didn’t get through the thick brain of yours?” Damien didn’t mind that Penny
had slapped Reverale. It was much better than him slapping or beating him up. There was no better insult than
getting slapped by a woman to a man. He could see how it hurt the man’s ego right now.
“I don’t think he has a brain, to begin with,” Penny blurted out and it turned the man furious. His expression suddenly turned vile. He looked ready to drag this slave and show her where she belonged.
The people around them and people who were far away looking at the show couldn’t help but snicket, enjoying
what was going on. After all, who cared who was right or wrong. The people there thrived on gossip. They were
the leeches of the society who spread rumors which were usually baseless and right now they couldn’t wait to spread the word on what was happening.
“Take another step towards her and I will make sure you will never be able to walk ever again,” Damien said looking at Reverale. His red eyes looking at the other pureblooded vampire cooly.
The man unable to move forward, gritted his teeth, “You’re shameful, Damien. Being a pureblooded vampire you
support a slave who is beneath our feet,” he continued without taking in Damien’s words that Penelope was not a
slave, “What is it? Puppy love? The days we all see where the biggest creature falls down.”
“And the days I come to realize how dumb a pureblooded vampire can be. I don’t think you were listening,” Damien raised his hand to tap on the side of his ear.
“She.is.not.a.slave,” finally Mr. Reverale looked at Damien, his words sinking in for him to look back at the girl.
“What do you mean? Did you change her status?” The man looked taken aback with the information that the
slave girl was not a slave anymore. It wasn’t usual but status could be changed through paper filing and
doc.u.ments which was supposed to be submitted to the council for an appeal.
He wondered if Damien had gone to the council to change her status from being a slave to the lady now.
Especially with the way she looked, he could feel his mouth water at the sight of her.
“You can figure that yourself. We are in a hurry and have somewhere else to go at the moment. And yes!” Damien
stopped by before they would walk away from the man, “Apply something on your cheek. Fingerprints of the five
digits don’t look pretty,” with that they left Mr. Reverale behind and continued to walk through the streets. The
people who had paused their work continued to resume what they were doing and going on their way.
Penny was quiet. No words coming out of her mouth. After a few minutes passed Damien asked,
“How is your hand?”
“It hurts,” she suddenly took his hand and walked to one of the smallest alleys so that no would look at them
before saying, “This wouldn’t have happened if you told everyone that I wasn’t a slave and if you had let me free from the beginning.”
“Why does it feel like I am being blamed? Are we having the lover’s first quarrel?” he asked her in a confused
state. Minimizing the dramatic effect, he said, “Would you have stayed if I asked you to stay with me. In the mansion and in my room? Freeing you was not an option then.”
Penny closed her eyes, feeling the anger she felt dissipate and fizzle out of her mind. Her temper had risen and gone just like that. Thanks to Damien, “I don’t like him.”
“I don’t like him either,” Damien admitted about Mr. Reverale.
“I didn’t mean to-”
“I know,” Damien smiled, pulling her arm towards him, he took her in his arms and hugged her. What had
happened in the past was done and they had moved on from the master-slave relationship. Damien had done
what he was supposed to do and maybe if it weren’t for him she would have been another man’s slave who
would have mistreated and abused her by now, “I actually enjoy the little rant and was waiting for you to go on,” he looked at her disappointedly.
“You might be the first one to say something like that to me. No one enjoys listening to people complain,” she
pulled back to give him a weird look. She then muttered, “Why do I feel like you always find ways to hug me.”
“As I grew up I was told not to miss opportunities in doing what you love doing the most,” he answered.
“Who told that?”
“Myself, of course.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 286 – Days of the butler- Part 1
In the mansion of the Quinn’s, the servants continued working on the orders of the new butler who had been
newly appointed after the death of the previous one who had died out of heart corruption.
Durik walked through the halls of the mansion. His eyes looking left and right which was bright red in color to
showcase that he was part of the lower vampier hierarchy. It had been a few weeks since he had started his work
here but the empty corridors and passages freaked his very soul that he was too scared to walk alone. Most of
the time he had a maid or two to walk along with him in the name of cleaning windows and shelf which would have collected dust. But in truth, he didn’t want to be alone.
He wanted to leave the mansion. He wanted to quit working here since the day he had arrived but mentioning
the word on quitting his work here had received the threat of being killed and thrown into the sea here.
It wasn’t that Durik didn’t know how to swim. He was an excellent swimmer but the sea that connected to the lake of bones was not a place where he would test his ability to swim.
Being a former human, he had heard plenty of things about the lake of bones. On how ominous the place was.
He had been there several times. Not to stand right in front of it but to see it from a far distance where there was
no water but fog covering the ground which was named as the lake of bones. There was something very eerie
about it. Like an ill environment that reeked of death. But then how would he know that the higher officials used
it to dump bodies. A lot of humans and people who belonged to the lower part of the society weren’t aware of a
lot of things. Most of them avoided going to secluded and isolated locations to keep themselves breathing.
Rumors often spread about it which had turned and twisted to the point by people that no one dared to go near the lake of bones. And it didn’t matter how fascinating it was.
Durik nodded his head as if talking to himself. It was fascinating to look at night but he ha heard from his fellow villagers on how people disappeared after they neared to the shore of it.
Walking closer to the vase which felt delicate-looking flowers which were small button like, he poured the water from the flask he was holding.
“Where is the meal?” came a voice behind him and he turned around to see it was Lady Fleurance who stood in front of him.
His eyes itched to look at the wall where the clock of an owl was fixed but he didn’t dare to look away from the
lady’s eyes that was glaring down at him. He was sure that there was a good hour before the time dinner arrived.
“Where is the meal? I went to the kitchen and there’s only half of them cooked,” she said looking down at him.
“The servants are still cooking for dinner, milady. Let me go see and hurry it up,” he bowed his head.
“Don’t you know a person can get hungry at any point in time? What were you thinking of getting the meal prepared this late?”
“Would you like to have something else in the meantime? I will be quick to get it to your room,” he offered to see
the lady who was still glaring down at him. She took a step forward to have his back straighten right away in alertness.
“How about I snap your neck and drink your blood for your lack of managing the mansion,” Durik gulped, his
face turning white as the snow that was outside the mansion right now. He didn’t know why he was putting
through it. The people in this mansion were crazy and illogical and he was sure that soon they would drive him
mad to make him bang his head on the wall. The lady said, “Do you know what sets pureblooded vampires and people like you apart?”
Durik wished he could speak but the words and his voice refused to come out. He tried remembering though the
only difference he could see was the difference in the status between them. He made a face as if he was trying
hard to search for an answer. Seeing Lady Fleurance’s fangs appear which were sharp and pointy. Pearly white teeth, he gulped again, his back leaning backward.
“I don’t have to search for a human for a meal. I can have you as my meal even though you are a lower vampire,”
Durik who wasn’t aware of this fact as he had been ignorant about it looked at her wide-eyes yet trying to cool
down the expression that appeared on his face. Pureblooded vampires could drink blood from him? Did that
mean he was not safe here at all?! Why didn’t anyone tell him this?! “Have the food prepared in less than twenty
minutes and have it placed in the dining room. Else you know what is coming up in my menu today,” she smiled, stepping away from him and going to her room.
Durik touched his forehead in an effort to dab the possible sheen of sweat away from there. This is what he was
thinking about earlier. Living in this mansion was stressful for him. Maybe he could appeal to Senior Quinn. That’s
right. The man appeared quite and kind compared to the rest of them. There was also Lady Maggie who he could win favor in leaving this mansion than finding himself in the sea of bones.
With a new resolution for tomorrow that he would ask Senior Quinn, hope rose in his mind. There was still the ray
of hope, he said to himself, looking through the window outside, he noticed the thick white and grey clouds.
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When the next day arrived, Duri made sure to complete his words with utmost care. Looking through every single
detail until everything was perfect. Not wanting to be scolded for the lack of his work like lady Fleurance had
threatened him, he walked up to Senior Quinn’s room at the time of noon.
Taking the blood tea along with him, he knocked on the door which was already open.
“Come in,” Senior Quinn beckoned him to step inside the room. Durik walked inside, pushing the trolley which
had the kettle of milk, a kettle of blood and a bowl of sugar cubes in them. He began pouring the blood and milk together, stirring and mixing them right to ask,
“Will Mr. Quinn have sugar in his blood tea?” asked the butler in a polite hospitable tone.
READ AISO >> Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 271 – 280
“No,” came the curt answer. Senior Mr. Quinn raised his hand as if waiting for the butler to place the teacup in his hand.
Durik picked up the saucer and teacup, handing it to the pureblooded vampire who took the teacup in his hand, sipping the blood tea.
“You can leave,” the man said but the butler wanted to stay. He had things to discuss with him leaving the
mansion and never ever return back to any pureblooded family house. That was right, he would never work for a
pureblooded family. Senior Mr. Quinn raised his head, giving a look to the butler.
“Sir I have a request, may I?” he started.
“Speak,” came another curt reply from the old vampire. His eyes looking dull whilst he waited for the butler to
speak but he didn’t wait for too long. Turning his head back to parchments and the quill that was on his desk, he took hold of them.
The butler licked his dried lips, swallowing the saliva down his throat, “I was going to say that, it has been a few weeks since I started to work here-”
“You’re looking for a vacation? Don’t you think it is too early, boy,” said the pureblooded vampire without
glancing to look at him. His face was turned to the parchments where he was marking the lines while reading it.
“Ah, no, Sir. Not vacation,” Durik didn’t know why but he felt himself starting to sweat again. There was something about these Quinn’s that made a person nervous.
“What is it then? Speak quickly.”
“Yes, I was saying that it has been a few weeks since I started to work but-”
“But?” it would have been easier if the pureblooded vampire was not trying to scare him.
“But I think the weather is not working well with me. It is too cloudy here and there is no sunlight. It hasn’t been working well with my body,” Durik said trying to get to his point.
Senior Mr. Quinn, stopped marking and rested his wrist on the table, turning to the butler he asked, “What are you a sunflower that needs light?”
Sunflower? Durik blinked back at the man.
“You will function fine. Haven’t you been here in Bonelake before you even started to work here? You’re doing
fine. You will also get used to it and come to live the land,” said Senior Mr. Quinn, turning back to his work leaving the butler unsure of what to say next.
How could Durik come to explain that there was a ghost in the mansion? There had been a ghost that had almost
come to take his soul away with it, he was sure about it! Was it because he had gone in search of the lake of bones and had seen the unholy place which he was not supposed to look at?
Shaking his head, he tried to sort out his thoughts, “There are other butlers in line who the magistrate could offer to work here.”
“Don’t you like working here…” the pureblooded vampire asked, trailing his words.
“Durik,” Mr. Quinn gave a nod to his head, “You took the step to turn yourself from a human to a half-vampire, I
am sure you face some problems and are still coping with it but you are managing it well. To be able to adapt
yourself is a great achievement that you should thrive for. I am sure,” he turned to look at Durik, moving his quill
up and down, “Your sunflower self will adjust to the weather of Bonelake in no time, “If you have nothing else to
speak, I am sure you can find your way out so that I can continue my work in peace. Right?”
“Yes, Sir,” Durik bowed his head and saw himself out. When he stepped out of the room, the butler’s shoulders
slumped like a sunflower that had not seen the sun, wilting. Maybe, he was a sunflower, thought Durik to himself.
He was unable to get his point across. Forget about even proposing the idea, it seemed like he would never
reach the point if he continued to ask Senior Quinn. Dragging his feet away from the room, he continued to do his work.
During the time of the evening, he heard the carriage come to stop at the front of the mansion. Dropping what
he was doing at that time, he went to the main door to greet Master Damien and the lady with him, Lady
Penelope. It was none of his business but he had heard from the maids who often whispered around saying how Lady Penelope was a slave before.
It had got him extremely curious but at the same time, he kept his curiosity to himself. He could tell by Master Damien’s actions on how fond he was of the lady.
“Good evening, Master Damien and Lady Penelope,” he bowed his head, offering to take his coat and helping
Master Damien in taking out his overcoat. They often were out and not in the mansion which again made him
wonder where they went. Given Master Damien was a councilman, he wondered if the lady accompanied him to the council duties.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 288 – Days of the butler- Part 3
Two years ago, even Durik wanted to be part of the council. He had even gone to give the exam but had failed to
reach the location as the carriage had broken down with the wheel coming off of it. But that didn’t matter, he
had told himself he would earn money by opting for a high serving job. And here he was now, wanting to run
away from this mansion and work elsewhere.
He shook his head again receiving a stare from the lady who stared at him. Her green eyes reminding him of the
grass fields early in the morning after the time of dawn. She then looked away, not holding his gaze anymore to walk with Master Damien up the stairs.
The butler wondered what to do. Was there a way where he didn’t have to go through some sort of penalty without being threatened and instead to be let free.
The couple disappeared up the stairs leaving the butler to sigh. He told himself that he had to do something to
get out of here. Whilst walking out of the mansion, making sure the servants were cutting the extra growth of the
plants, he looked at the statues of people who looked as if they were in shock or were going to be attacked.
It seemed that it was normal, of course, the mansion must have been built decades or centuries ago. And the
servants who were working here had worked for years now. Be it humans or half vampires like him. He wondered
how they even managed to work here for so long. One day and he had already decided that he didn’t want to
work here anymore. The main reason being this place haunted! He wondered maybe he should suggest for a priest to come here and exorcise the entire mansion.
Sleeping at night had turned hard. Every single noise on his window or at door had his eyes snapping open like
an owl without any movement on the bed. While putting the rounds in the garden and going to the backside of
the mansion, he met Lady Maggie, who had picked up a flower. Raising it to her nose as she smelled the scent of it.
When she brought the flower down, she turned to meet the butler’s eyes. Durik bowed his head in respect.
Compared to all the people in the mansion, the butler found this lady to be the sanest of them all. She kept to
herself, smiling at times. At least she was polite compared to the rest of the people who lived here.
Testing his luck, she decided to make a conversation, “Good evening, Lady Maggie.”
“Evening,” she gave him a nod, a faint smile on her lips.
“Do you enjoy the flowers?” he asked her.
“You could say so. They say flowers can speak. That is why they are called the whispers of the light and secret
holders in the night. You have to be careful with what you say near flowers, never know who it might spill your
secret,” she said looking down at the flower, twirling it in her hand back and forth between her fingers.
Durik had expected a simple reply with a yes but the way Lady Maggie spoke to him her eyes slightly lost while
explaining about them, he gulped down wondering if Lady Maggie was part of the odd group of pureblooded
vampires in this mansion. After all, she was part of their family.
“I didn’t know that milady,” he apologized for his lack of the unneeded knowledge.
“It’s okay to not be interested,” he heard her say which made him alert. Did she notice his lack of interest in the
flowers or the conversation? “You happen to drag your feet at times. Are you not happy working here?” she asked him.
She was speaking about his work here! He wondered if this was the time to speak to this angel vampire to help him move from here.
“Don’t you like this place?” she continued to ask.
He gave her a deep bow at first and then said, “Pardon me, Lady Maggie. It is not that I don’t like this place,”
which was so not true, this place scared the living life out of him, “It is just that, I have never served a pureblooded family before and the weather-”
“It is beautiful, isn’t it,” she turned to face him, her dark red eyes holding his brighter ones.
Now that she called it beautiful, Durik couldn’t word it to be gloomy, “I am used to the sun on my skin milady. I don’t think I have been doing well.”
“You seem alright though. We have an excellent doctor who works for the council. I am sure my brother wouldn’t mind taking you there if I ask him to,” the butler shook his head.
“Oh no! Please don’t bother about the lowly me. It is something else,” as he said this, Lady Maggie looked at him with a quizzical expression.
“What is it?”
“I don’t think I fit into the job and this mansion deserves a much better butler who can manage all the jobs in here,” while also keeping the person’s sanity intact.
“You want to move from here,” she said, her voice drifting like the waves which could be heard distantly. His heart
soared at her words. She had caught it right. A small smile appearing upon her lips, “I think you are doing wonderful here.”
Listening and seeing her say that this was even worse than trying to speak to Senior Mr. Quinn. He was a human
by heart though some part of him had turned to a vampire. Yet he tried with a stronger heart.
“I will ask the magistrate to find a better replacement in my place.”
“Why don’t you speak to Damien about it? I am sure he will have the solution,” this was enough to have the
butler look at her like a beaten puppy. A rumble of loud thunder could be heard and he looked up at the sky with her.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 289 – Things in the dark- Part 1
The clouds that were up high growled against each other, shaking the window panes of the windows as they
reverberated with the mere sound of what the clouds did. The snow had started to fall down again, the ground
around the mansion which had been cleaned and cleared that noon again starting to collect the coldness and settling down flake after flake.
With the time of evening that had started to pass by and the night taking over the lands, the sky had turned
darker, the forest and the lands almost meshing together if one were to view it from the mansion. Durik
continued to walk around the mansion, checking every corridor to make sure there was at least one lantern
burning at every curve. This time not because he was scared but he was asked to light up the mansion along with the other servants.
“Sir, the lanterns have been lit on the ground floors,” one of the maids arrived, her eyes looking big and wide.
“What about the backside of the mansion? Make sure you have one there. Also, where is that blonde boy who
was with you, did you send him up to the second floor near the attic?” asked Durik making sure one of the servants had covered that part of the mansion.
“I don’t think so, he went out to fix the lanterns at the front side,” she answered, rubbing her hands together due
to the cold which was starting to fill and creep into the walls of the mansion. The snow had turned to a blizzard.
The wind was moving fast as it pushed the snow any and everywhere around the lands of Bonelake.
“Okay. I will go light up some of the lanterns up there. How many more do we need?” asked the butler, picking up three lanterns in one hand and another three in the other.
“We might need more than six,” the maid answered thoughtfully while looking at his hands, “There should be some in the kitchen cupboards.”
“Go get them up there,” he jerked his head looking at the top floors.
“Yes, Sir,” the maid bowed her head to Durik. Seeing the maid leave Durik couldn’t help but agree with himself
that having some kind of authority in this big mansion felt good. Even if it was just maids and the other servants,
he enjoyed that little control but he had promised to not misuse it.
He could hear the Quinn’s in the dining room who were having dinner right now. The candles had been lit on all
the chandeliers, some candles covering around the corners of the mansion where the lanterns had not been
placed. Making his way up through the stairs, his shoes made small clack sounds against the carpeted floor.
Reaching the floor, Durik took a deep breath at the darkness that awaited him. The dark corridor where some of
the candles had been spent out while some that was about to extinguish with a small blow of wind.
He started to walk, taking a left and placing one lantern there first. He continued to walk and repeated the same
with him positioning the lanterns at every corner of the floor until only two lanterns remained in his hands.
“How strange,” the butler murmured under his breath. The maid had told him he would need more yet he had
covered the floor with four lanterns. Wondering if he had missed a corridor due to the darkness assuming it to be the walls, he took another round.
Noticing that he had covered all the place, he placed one lantern near the stairs if Master Damien would ever
need it. Walking back down he met the maid who carried two more lanterns in her hands.
“That won’t be needed. I positioned the lanterns at the corners. Take this one back,” he ordered the maid and
shooing her back to the kitchen. Durik went back to the dining room to make sure everything was in place and
there was nothing amiss where there would be a probability of him being put under the ‘meal for today’ list.
“The snow was alright until morning but the weather has changed drastically,” Lady Fleurance said while having
her dinner. Durik wondered if the vampiress had a huge appetite as she had asked for him to serve her food a
few hours ago. He was somewhat thankful that he did get something prepared for her quickly as the time for the dinner had been pushed today due to the heavy snow.
“The white witch had already predicted it in the newsletter today,” he saw master Damien speak, his hand cutting
into the meat that was on his plate, “There will be too much snow collected tomorrow again,” saying this, he looked at Durik who bowed his head.
“I will have it cleaned early in the morning,” said the butler. People didn’t actually talk in here, they were usually
quiet as they had meals and if they weren’t quiet, there were severe jab of words thrown left and right. Last week
if he hadn’t moved away on time from where he stood, a plate would have smashed onto his face.
Such were the days of a butler. Cleaning up the table along with the other servants after the meal was done, he
went to check the kitchen and then went to the main doors to lock the entrance of the mansion. The bunch of
keys which were given to him, jingled as he twisted his hand around the lock to finally let it go.
Before he could go to his own room, he heard the sound of a window hitting against the wall.
A frown came to form on his forehead. He had asked the maids to close the windows tightly but instead of
making sure they had left one of the windows open. He walked back up the stairs.
Picking up the lantern which he had placed down earlier, he walked searching for the open window. Finding it, he
placed the lantern on the ground and stretched his hand to reach the edge of the window before pulling it closer
to him. Even with the gloves on his hand, he could feel the harsh cold that had surrounded the mansion and the lands near it.
For once, he was glad that he was in the mansion and not somewhere else. The mansion had some places which
were warm and the walls were thicker than his own house which had the ability to freeze him to death.
Successfully closing the window back how he wanted where the cold wind couldn’t get through, he picked up the
lantern for it to only blow out even though there was no way this time for the wind to get in from where he
stood. Suddenly the butler was surrounded in nothing but darkness. His only companion and source of courage had been blown out.
In the cold darkness, Durik blinked twice before he gulping down the fear that was trying to come up. The lantern
that he had was covered around with glass and full oil, did it decide to extinguish just like that?
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 290 – Things in the dark- Part 2
Surrounded by darkness, the butler didn’t know what had happened. He was sure he had closed the window and
then the fire in the lantern had blown out, and not before he had got the opportunity to close the windows.
Trying to be brave right now than being scared, he waved his hand in the front, trying to get back to the corridor
where there was light. With the sudden darkness, his eyes took time to adjust. When it finally did, he could see
the scarce light which was falling out from the other end of the corridor which was connected to where he was.
Maybe the lantern’s light decided to blow itself out. It was alright, said the butler to himself. With one step
forward, he ended up kicking the lantern which he had placed down that had no light in it. The sound of the
lantern rattling against the wall as it moved in the force he had moved his leg. The sound felt harsh on his ears
and then came the sudden lightning from the window which had him turning to look outside, at the sky. The
clouds continued to growl deeper, the sea that surrounded them quietening due to the snow flow.
He started to walk through the dark corridor, making his way and as he reached the start of the light where the
other lantern was spilling light all around it, Durik decided that he would pick up the lantern tomorrow. Right
now his weak heart could not take up the darkness. He should have known to work for more money as a butler meant going through the dark path like this.
Durik could wake up tomorrow early to clean up the lantern if there were any broken glass pieces or if the oil had been spilled on the carpet.
The clouds didn’t stop to rumble, the sound continuing and numbing any other possible sound around it. Just
when he was about to walk away from there, the side of his eyes caught something in the darkness.
Durik didn’t dare to look at it but neither did he continue to walk on his way leaving the current corridor. He
stood there frozen, able to see a shadow in the dark or the silhouette of someone or something every time the lightning struck and the light passed through the giant windows.
The butler was a human by heart, even after turning to a half-vampire his senses had continued to remain the
same. The curiosity making him stay there, wanting to see what he could feel. His mind told him to run away
from there, walk away without looking back but there were only a few who listened to their gut feeling. Giving in,
he finally turned to look at the dark corridor as the lightning had stopped, leaving the path that he had walked
through before dark and lonely. It was when the lightning struck did he finally see what was standing there at the ends of the corridor.
It was a shadow of a person, at least that is what Durik thought at first but with the white flash that came through
from the window, Durik did not dare to close his eyes. It wasn’t a shadow but a person who wore dark clothes.
The robes old and black, torn at the ends which dragged as the person walked.
Wait, dragged? Durik shook his head to realize that whoever this person was, was walking towards him. Without
giving another thought, the butler turned around and started to run. He didn’t care about his shoes making noise
right now. His life was more precious than some scoldings he would get. Quickly making his way down the stairs
and then to the kitchen, he started to walk out of the mansion and towards the servants quarters.
The lingering curiosity made him turn to look at the back of the mansion. The building looking lonelier than what it appeared inside.
One of the maids was only going on her way to the quarters when she caught sight of the butler who looked in a
hurry. Not paying attention to it as all the butlers they had had until now were always running around, she went
on her way. Reaching the entrance of the little quarters that was built for the servants, he again turned to look at
the mansion and then at the kitchen backdoor which he had locked and closed before heading here.
He sighed. He was safe here. Whatever he saw was in there and not here. Even the other day it was in the
mansion and he had never experienced anything in the servants quarters. Maybe the ghost went after only rich
people, thought the butler to himself. He was a poor man. The damn ghost!
In the mansion of the Quinn, Penny laid on the bed, her face turned towards the window where she had to crane
her neck to position her head so that she could look at the snow falling down. Her eyes then moved from the
window to the man who was at the table, reading parchments and writing something in it.
Before the snow had fallen one of his subordinates had come to hand over the parchments as they needed to be looked over.
Curious, she asked, “What are those?”
“Someone put an appeal to have an exorcism in all the villages.”
“Hmm,” Damien responded looking down at the parchment. Though the fireplace was burning brightly, extra
logs of wood that had been added to keep the room warm against the freezing cold, a stand of candles were
placed on the table where he was seated right now, “Someone believes that the witches have again intruded the villages.”
“Why not have them do it?”
“Things like those take time to process after submitting the request. The council doesn’t give away priests,
diverting them from their given work. I will have to go out tomorrow, maybe the black market and see if I find something.”