Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 291 – Hooded woman- Part 1
The next day, Damien tidied out the papers which had come from one of the councilmen to look through what
was going on in the villages and town. Apart from the massacre that took place, there was recent abduction of
women, men, and children in all the lands but there was an increase in the headcount in the East and the West lands- Bonelake and Valeria.
Getting down from his carriage, he made his way through the Isle Valley before taking a left where he continued
to walk for some distance until he entered the black market. It was ironic that both the posh as well as the place
that wasn’t spoken about out in the open was built and located next to each other. Isle Valley and the black
market, it was as if the older generation had built the posh town to hide the dirt they were involved in.
Continuing to walk, his eyes scanned the area. It wasn’t noon, yet there were people here. Walking and hustling
around to buy things which they couldn’t find elsewhere. Finding a man who was sitting in the corner with his
hand raised forward holding an empty bowl who looked as if he were blind. The man wore ragged and torn clothes, a beard around his jaw and his hair messy and filled with dirt.
Damien dropped a gold coin into his bowl.
At the feel of heaviness in the man’s bowl, his head looked down and at his bowl. His eyes falling on the gold coin and then to look up at Damien.
“I have some questions. Care to answer?” Damien asked and walked away from the market. Going to the alley he stood there waiting for the man who arrived after a minute.
“Master Damien. I didn’t know you were going to grace here today in the market,” the man came limping, his shoulder titled as he walked into the alley.
“There’s no one here, you can stop limping,” Damien said chewing something in his mouth, “Don’t you get tired
of acting blind? There are other professions and disabilities you could choose from,” he walked towards the little bins which had been cleared of garbage that morning.
The man chuckled hearing Damien’s words, letting one see his dark teeth which looked decayed, “It works the best. No one doubts a blind man.”
“It is why I was the one to catch you the first day you arrived here at your spot,” Damien rolled his eyes, “How is the little boy?”
“He is doing well. Sometimes sits and cries a lot but he should be alright,” answered the man, walking near
Damien but not too near. People in the black market exchanged things easily and readily but that didn’t mean
that they trusted one another. At least not in the alley’s where a third person couldn’t witness what was going on.
There was no saying when a person could be killed to have his or her body found by a complete stranger where
there was a possibility of the body to continue to be left alone. The black market was a shady place.
It was told that once upon a time, the black market was a town where people lived in before it started to flood
with things that were considered to be illegal. Some of the families migrated while others never left because they
were killed. There was some part of the alleys and lanes which still looked like people could live but no one lived here. The buildings were usually vacant and was left for public use.
The council had never done anything about it, the previous council management had overlooked a lot of things
which made one wonder if they were really good people back in the old days. The slave establishment continued
though humans were part of the council and it continued to exist with the black market which didn’t seem like it
would be pulled down any time soon in the coming years. Why would one decide to pull it down when there were many benefits from it.
“Would you like a cigarette?” asked the man trying to be polite.
Damien didn’t bother with it, “Did any of the black witches contact you?”
The man shook his head, “Why would they?”
“Because you are their only supplier for the in and out when it comes to ingredients,” the man chuckled.
“I heard old Bathsheba ran away from her usual spotting.”
“It was a witch hunter who attacked her. She killed him. Where did you hear about that?” Damien questioned the man, his back leaning against the stoney-brick walls. He lifted one leg to place the foot against the wall.
“It was one of the white witches,” hearing this Damien titled his head.
“Since when did the white witches keep a tab and know the sightings of the black witches? Who was it?”
The man shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t remember her face clearly. She wore a-” the man raised his hand and
waved them above his head, “A hood. But she was a tall lady. Like really tall,” before Damien could dissect the
information by posing more questions, the man said, “She came in search of a man and didn’t stay for more than
two minutes. Asking if he had stepped in here. She obviously knew I wasn’t blind so I couldn’t make a lie.”
“Your disguise is shit. Did she give a description of that man?”
“Someone who was buff, this size,” he moved his hands again in front of him, “Black and straight hair, square jaw which was firm and an eye patch,” Damien narrowed his eyes at this little detail. There was one person whom he knew who wore an eye-patch over their eyes.
“Did she mention anything else?”
“Nothing that I could remember,” the man answered, “She was pretty though.”
Damien narrowed his eyes, “You said you didn’t look at her. Do you want me to hang you like one of those
clothes up there?” his voice turned low. The clothes above them were old and dusty that didn’t belong to anyone who was alive anymore.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 292 – Hooded woman- Part 2
The man scratched the back of his neck, “Master Damien, I could see her lower face. Her lips were pretty and pink. I say anything and you start speaking about killing me.”
“Are you sure she was a white witch?”
The man nodded his head, who was standing far from the pureblooded vampire but not far enough where he
had to shout to give out the information, “She showed me this charm stone that was red in color. The ruby.”
The charm stones were designed by the white witches, for one to create, they had to have access to the
ingredients and the spell books which not everyone could reach out for. The only people who could do it were
the white witches who belonged to the church as they were put under the protection of the law until they
decided to follow the words of the council. Charmstones were stopped a few years ago, to even possess one, one
had to ask for permission. If he could follow the trails by looking up through the registry, then it wouldn’t be too hard to find who it was.
He wondered why the white witch had come here looking for the eye-patched man.
“I thought she was joking at first. I mean everyone comes up walking here claiming to be a witch and then we
find out they aren’t one. So I told her I wanted a proof after she pointed out about my eyes that had turned red.
She got me there,” the man continued to babble, “It was while talking randomly did she tell that my friend was
not there anymore. That Bathsheba has run away from the village she used to live in. Not like Bathsheba and I
was friends, we were more sort of acquaintances. Yes. Why were you asking if I spoke to a witch. Black witch?”
“Yes, I heard something very disturbing about them yesterday.”
“Oh?” the man leaned slightly forward in interest, “What was that?”
“That is what I came here for. To know what it is,” Damien said cooly making the man confused. Did Damien say he had heard something disturbing?
“The black witches have been visiting here?” the man nodded to his question, “What have they been coming here for? What were the most bought items?”
“It was the usual dead animals,” hearing the man reply back, Damien drew to a conclusion that is one knew nothing.
Damien put his hand in his pocket, pulling out a coin and throwing it towards the human where the human
caught it in his hand, “Let me know if you find something,” Damien didn’t stay to further talk and make idle
conversation. He started to walk away from the alley and back to the heart of the black market. He saw the empty stage where the slave auctions were usually held.
Walking by, he caught sight of another trader similar to the man he had just spoken. The traders were usually
humans or half-vampire, behaving like mediators who often handled in transaction between different creatures,
earning silver or gold coins depending on who gave them work. The trader was none other than the woman whom he had spoken to the day he had found Penelope here.
Heading towards her, he saw that the woman had noticed him from afar, smiling at him invitingly, “Hello, Master.
I see you have come here seeking for things. Did you find it?” she asked, her eyes sparkling as they looked at him. Her accent felt thicker, yet smooth as she spoke as if she had come from Valeria.
“I didn’t. I was hoping you would be a darling to help me out,” he sweetened the words for her ears.
“That will depend on what you can give me. Why don’t you take a seat?” she patted the empty space next to where she was sitting.
“I think I will stand,” he smiled back at her.
“You want information from me but won’t sit?” she asked. Damien looked around him sitting in front of her on
his heels instead of next to her. The woman smiled, leaning forward towards him, she asked, “How can I help you?”
“Do you know what is the most bought things by the black witches?” he asked her, waiting for her to answer.
“What is it?” he asked.
“We traders don’t give away information that easily. There’s always a give and take, Mr. Quinn. Did you think I
don’t know who you are?” she asked, a coy smile forming on her red lips, “You created quite some uproar a few
months ago when you picked a girl from here. Is she doing well?”
He instead asked her, “How many coins are you looking for?” he pulled two gold coins from his pocket and place
it in front of her. The woman though pushed his fingers back to cover the coins that were in the palm of his hand.
“How about a kiss on my cheek like a lover for the trade of what I give ?”
“Don’t you think you are trying too hard?” he raised a brow.
She shrugged her shoulders, “Women like me can only dream for one like you,” she smiled looking straight in his eyes, “I don’t think the girl you took home would mind.”
“I don’t think it works either way. She claims to not be jealous though I can’t blame her. Some women can be really dumb,” he replied back to her with a smile.
“Why don’t you share a kiss with me, you will have something to make her jealous.”
Damien gave out a chuckle at that idea, “Tough luck with that. So tell me, what did the black witches buy?”
She gave him a stare, a few seconds passing by, “They are collecting euphorine,” Damien’s brows furrowed
deeply hearing this. Euphorine was an element or substance that was created only in the pureblooded vampires.
An element that was responsible for turning humans to half-vampires. If the witches were meddling with it, it meant they were trying to create more vampires which didn’t make sense.
The black witches were so good with their magic that it was possible for them to have the half turned humans to obey their biddings.
“By the way, do you remember our first conversation?”
“How can I forget, master. Handsome men are not easy to forget especially when one looks like you. Isn’t that
why I asked you for a lover’s kiss,” she fluttered her eyes, “What did you want to know about it?”
“You said the product was taken by someone else. A man with two different color eyes. How did he look?” his
voice came out low to avoid any possible listeners that were walking by to not catch on what he was asking.
With a thoughtful expression she said, “He must have been of average height. Slightly on the heftier side, short black hair. Possibly a squarish jaw,” he took a deep breath.
“Did he have a moustache?” she nodded her head. The person both the traders were speaking about was one of the high standing councilmen.
Leaning forward he gave her an airy kiss, “A kiss like one would give to a sister. Thank you for the information,” he winked, standing up and disappearing in the crowd.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 293 – Case files- Part 1
Taking back the information he received to the council, Damien stepped into the building. The white walls
standing clean which were now surrounded by snow. The council building was always busy at this hour of the day
until the night would start to fall down. His shoes clacking on the marble floor as he made his way towards one of the head rooms.
Knocking the door, he turned the knob of the door in time when the person on the other side of the room asked to come in.
“Councilman Damien,” said the man who sat behind the desk.
“Head council Rueben, good afternoon,” Damien offered the man a slight bow as he was the man in charge of
the council who was the one to handle matters in the council as a final word, reviewing the edicts before they
were passed down and having the last call in most of the matters unless there was the judiciary who would
involve themselves in a particular matter. He was a half-vampire, a human who was turned to a vampire, “Did you
know we have rats in the council?” Damien asked the question as the man in front of him waved his hand for him to take a seat in front of the desk.
The head councilman looked at Damien with a puzzled expression before it dawned that rats meant the
councilmen, “Who are we speaking about?” asked Rueben intrigued, bringing his elbows to rest on the surface of
the desk and linking his fingers together. His bright red eyes had settled on Damien.
“Who do you think I am speaking about?” Damien asked another question with a gleaming smile.
Rueben smiled back, a calm smile which pulled further up, “There are too many rats in here. I am not sure which one you are talking about right now.”
Of course, Damien knew that. It didn’t have to be told but they were minor rats he hadn’t bothered himself with.
It would be hard to deny if one were to question the loyalty of the council members who worked for the council that they didn’t stray away from the defined path for their own gains.
Switching the conversation, Damien said, “I came here to talk about the black witches. They are collecting euphorines,” the head council’s brows knitted together.
“Wasn’t the production stopped long ago? Ah, the black market,” he leaned back against his chair. If one had to
find anything and if the person knew the right person, it didn’t take long to acquire something of need. There
was a reason why it was called the black market, because all the forbidden items could be found there with a good price to pay, “Did you find out why?”
“She didn’t give the information about why but knowing what the substance does I would guess that they are
trying to convert the humans. I looked a few more spots but everything has been sold out. Even if you offer a
soul you wouldn’t be able to get it,” the head council sat in his chair with a grim expression on his face.
“I will have Lionel’s team assigned to the case. They almost finished one, it shouldn’t be hard to look up for it,”
Damien gave the man a nod. He did hear about that. The Duke’s team was already efficient but since the lady
had been assigned, their work completed quicker which had left many of the councilmen in question on how
capable the woman really was. After all, she had come alive from the second examination, “I received the parchments you sent me. Thank you for turning it in soon.”
“Hmm,” Damien hummed, “I will have another parchment ready so that councilman Lionel can have a look before it gets handed down the councilman Leonard.”
“That would be great. By the way,” head council Rueben said when Damien stood up from his seat, “I received a
complaint against you,” Damien knew this was going to come up, especially after what happened last week, “Is it true what you did?”
“Depends on what you heard,” he tilted his head, waiting for the head councilman to scold or warn him.
Rueben pinched the bridge of his nose, “Is it so hard to treat people nice, Damien?” Rueben got down to the first name basis.
“You should ask the man what he did.”
The man nodded his head, “I heard it. That he had switched your blood tea with tomato juice and what did you
do? You stabbed,” Reuben looked at Damien as if waiting for him to explain about it when there was nothing to explain.
“Stab is an overstretched word. I merely cut the top of his skin. For a councilman, he isn’t that good in dealing with pain nor bright. The jury picks the wrong people in.”
“If you were in the jury we would have people limping with missing limbs and lacking councilmen.”
“He shouldn’t have tried to joke in the first place and should rather be happy I didn’t dismember any of his
limbs,” Damien walked out and away from the chair, “I will have the report filled. Is Lord Nicholas here?” he inquired.
“Not yet. He didn’t mention about coming to the council today,” the head council answered.
Walking out of the room, Damien started to head towards the entrance of the building. On his way, he met the
man of the day. Councilman Creed who stood talking to another councilman- Abel Harlow. The man was the
exact description as people had mentioned him to be. His eye-patch in place making him question what exactly was going on. Whoever the white witch was from the church had looked and asked for him.
By appearance, he appeared calm and poised. Older than the rest of the councilman, there were fine lines around
his eye. Different colored eyes meant either the man had a genetic change or another possibility where Councilman Creed was like him with a corrupted heart and was now hiding it.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 294 – Case files- Part 2
The village where the witches had stationed themselves after finishing the ritual now closely monitored the
people around who had been injected and infected with the potion the black witch named Ester had given them.
After the man was killed with his throat slit, he was injected with the serum of potion, the potion which had the
extraction of the substance called Euphorine that allowed the vampires and pureblooded vampires in turning the
humans to half-vampires. The Euphorine which they had received was not from any vampire but a pureblooded
vampire which had a much stronger essence of power to itself when it came to converting the being to its own.
One of the black witches walked to the man who had been killed and revived back. Unlike the usual way of
transformation, the witches were working on converting humans to a set of half-breed black witches.
“How are you doing, Michael?” the woman black witch who had taken upon the appearance of a human asked the man.
The man didn’t respond but only stared back at her. There were a lot of humans who had to be turned and the
black witches were targeting one after another while also trying to not alert the others from going on a panic
frenzy. What they needed was people to be turned, and not having corpses piling up one after another.
“Can you hear what I am saying,” she stepped forward to cup the man’s face. He was the test subject, not a
successful one but somewhat close. At least he didn’t behave like the dimwitted humans.
Another black witcher walked towards them, “Stop annoying the man. Asking him the question more than ten times is not going to change his reaction.”
The woman grinned, her eyes turning to slits and the slithering tongue coming out as she spoke, “It is a pity that
we picked him. Such a pretty face who now looks damaged. Should have saved him for the last until we were sure.”
“We don’t have time like that to play with people whom you find to be pretty. You should feel fortunate that Ester
even chose to have you in the group, especially with that one track of mind,” the male black witcher spoke, his eyes rolling.
“Don’t behave like a little bitch of that girl. If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have found the perfect spot to start
the ritual. Do you think killing the magistrate was easy?” she stepped close the half turned witch, placing her hand on his chest to look into his eyes.
“Careful with what you speak about Ester. You will have your tongue on the ground,” the fellow black witch warned her.
“Hmm? Do you have a thing for the leader?” the woman scoffed, “Don’t think she will even look at you more than
twice. You should be the first one to know that harboring feelings for another in us black witches is not possible. The concept of love doesn’t exist.”
“If you know Ester is the one who is driving it, then learn to follow the orders that have been set by her. You failed
to do so don’t forget I will be the first one in line to have your head in my hand and the body on your ground,” the man glared down.
“A f.u.c.ker like you wouldn’t be able to touch me. You might be a man and might think highly of yourself but I am much experienced than you are,” she stepped away from the doll-like man to turn and face the male black witcher, “Ester wants us to manifest the village with the potion so why don’t you go complete that, than trying to argue with me. Saying that she walked away from them to greet the fellow villagers who she had befriended in two weeks.
Not even the magistrate had found out about it. Unfortunately, the transition was taking place painfully slow
which extended their stay in the village for more than a few weeks now. Two more days passed by and none of them had found out about the presence of the black witches in the village they lived in.
With another day passing by, the man who was making rounds subtly without being too obvious to constantly
monitor the people whom they infected felt a pungent smell wafting across his nose. The male black witch had
also turned himself to a human in appearance to perceive the crowd around them and to complete the task easily with their manipulative words.
His footsteps stopped and he looked around to see which house was the smell was coming from. Sniffing, the
black witch walked towards one of the houses. Taking a look back and forth around him, he opened the door of
the house where the first test subject was living here. It was the same man who was being hit on by the fellow female black witch.
Black witches were used to the stinking smell as that was where they came from, evolved from and worked with.
Walking around the house, he found the man who sat at the table. And to say the man looked different would be
an understatement. The half-bred witch looked as if he had been roasted in the weather of harsh sunlight. His
eyes wide open, his body looking dry and almost chalk-like. Previously the man was not responding to their words but this time, the black witcher was sure that the man was dead.
The potion that was made hadn’t been successful. All the black witches working here had thought it was working
fine as the man had continued to live after reviving him back. Looking around the house which looked shabby, he
decided to pick the man up so that they could hide this man’s death while continuing to experiment with the potion with the other villagers.
Walking closer, he touched the man’s hand to feel the skin that felt chalkier than the appearance. Deciding to
take him the way he was sitting on the chair through the back door, the black witch pulled the chair and started to drag it on the ground…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 295 – Case files- Part 3
Opening the back door, he took the man out but a loud banging was heard from the front door that startled the black witch. Out of surprise, the dead man fell on the ground in an awkward sitting position.
“Michael!!” the door banged at the front.
“Shit,” the witcher cursed, it appeared that it was one of the neighbors who had come to visit this person.
“Michael? You in there? Are you at the back?” came the woman’s voice. Their orders had been clear to turn the
humans to half-witches. If needed he would have to kill the woman but he could sense the footsteps on the
ground. There were people walking nearby which would make it difficult to kill her. To make it worse, the black witcher heard another voice along with hers
“Did he go out to the woods?” came the other voice.
“Don’t think so…”
In a hurry to not be caught, the black witcher left the body as it was, leaving the chair back inside quickly and
disappearing from the scene quickly. In less than a few seconds, two loud screams echoed through the village after sighting the dead man.
Even though some days passed by, the body continued to sit there at the back of the house. As it didn’t appear
to look like a normal death, the magistrate had invited doctors to look at the dead body but no one could
conclude what happened with the man, the way he looked right now. The report had been sent to the council but it was passed on to the higher-ups.
Finally, the day arrived where Councilman Lionel’s team came to inspect the scene. The witchers who were hidden
in the houses, peered through the windows to look at the four council members. Strangely there was a woman
with them. By this time, most of the humans were in the process of being converted to half-witches while some
of them had completed the process whilst the witches waited for them to break down as the man did. It wasn’t
confirmed if the potion which was being injected would work the same on every individual being.
Most of them were mum and they stayed inside their houses.
One of the councilmen asked, “Is it me or is it just quieter than the norm?”
The blond man who was walking in the front agreed, “It is quiet,” His red eyes moving to pick the way some of
the village folks peeked out of the doors, “It is why we are here. Have there been any recent attacks in here, Heuren?” he asked his fellow councilman.
Heuren, looked down at his little notes which he carried along with him on what background check he had made
after collecting the necessary information, “The village hasn’t experienced any recent witch attacks. Not in the last two months at least,” he explained, “It’s strange.”
As the four of the council members walked, who had come to look at the body after they receive the case in their
hands, one of the black witches peered through the gap of the curtains from inside the house. Staring at them.
They had somehow got the doctors who had arrived out of this village by spells, and some who left on their own
unable to conclude with what happened. With the dead man who was found behind the house, no one dared to touch him or move him from there.
It wasn’t just because he looked as if he would crumble to dust but also because they feared what happened. If it
was an ill omen which would pass on to them. The woman who was with them turned suddenly to look at the
witch who had been peering at them. Her eyes holding the councilwoman’s gaze as she continued to walk past the house.
They couldn’t do much with the magistrate as they needed him to act as one of the normal beings before they would convert him. The magistrate arrived in time to greet them who was a scrawny looking man,
“Duke Leonard! It is good to have you here, finally.”
“Your village looks dead, Mr. Fleek,” said Leonard directly without holding back what he had to say. Vivian stared
at Leonard from behind wondering how others worked with him. A little out of tact without sugar-coating things, his words were often blunt when spoken.
“It has been like this for some time now. Come this way please,” the man guided them around the deserted town, “There has been an increase in death for the past few weeks.”
“Did you report it to the council?” asked Lenoard walking next to Mr. Fleek.
Mr. Fleek nodded his head, his hands holding each other close to him as he showed his hand towards the house in front of them, “I did, but we got the report canceled.”
“Duke Leonard,” interrupted Heuren who stood behind them, “The death has been caused due to the unknown anomaly. Some of the doctors came here to check but were sent away.”
When Leonard gave the magistrate a look, the man quickly went to reply back, “There was a plague sire. An
infection that broke down and infected some of the men and their families but it went away within two weeks,
therefore, the council rejected it from being passed to the higher council. But that was a long time ago.”
“Where is the body?”
“It is behind the house. This way please,” the magistrate guided them towards it.
When they reached the spot, the caught sight of the body sitting upright with its eyes and mouth open. The body looked as if it had been sucked dry out of the air and water.
“He looks toasted in this cold weather,” another councilman commented looking down at the body.
Councilman Leonard stepped forward, squatting down to crouch himself in front of the dead man he observed
the color of the eyes. The body looked delicate as if a gust of strong wind could blow the body out into tiny dust
particles. He then picked its hand that laid on one side of the body to check the nails that had turned black.
Dropping the hand, councilman Leonard said, “Mr. Fleek, it looks like you have a black witch living in this village of yours.”
“Black witch?” the magistrate repeated his words, “We don’t have any black witches here. This village has been
clean out of it as if we hang the mistletoe leaves in the four directions,” the man explained seeing the Duke stand
up who seemed hardly interested in what he was telling. He turned to his other councilmen to say,
“Dutan. Heuren. Go check everyone who resides in this village for the presence of a black witch,” he ordered
them to have the men leave and follow the order. He then called, the councilman woman, “Vivian, go check the house,” he gave her a look and the woman understood what she had to do.
The black witches who stood inside the houses realized that this was another group they had to get hold of. Either by sending them away from here or turning them to one of them.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 296 – Last hope- Part 1
Penny was fixing up the fireplace with some extra logs of woods as the cold had crept inside the room when
someone knocked on the door. Leaving the log of wood on the floor, she went to the door and opened it.
“Is master Damien in here?” It was the butler.
“No, he went out for work,” she answered to notice a confusing expression fall on the butler’s face. Compared to
Falcon who had always been calm and composed, this new butler appeared to always look as if he was ready to
run if someone even coughed. She wondered if it was the Quinn’s that had him behave like this right now. She gave him a questioning look.
“None of the carriages has been taken out from the shed,” he waved his hand over his shoulder. Durik was sure
that he had been on the ground floor and near the entrance the whole day since he last saw Master Damien.
Understanding what the butler was doubtful about, Penny said, “He must have gone by walk. He likes to walk
sometimes,” Damien had apparated out of the room with his ability instead of wasting his time by making use of the carriage.
The butler nodded his head but he still wasn’t convinced with it. Did master Damien perhaps jump out of the
window and not take the door? It was because he had been near the entrance getting a frame fixed on the wall
while aligning it in the right direction which Lady Fleurance had bought home yesterday.
“Was there something you needed?” Her words had the butler to frown at the tone she used on him. Wasn’t this
human a former slave? Just because she had been turned to a lady by the master the lady thought she could use that tone with him like he was some pesky housefly?
His mouth twisted slightly before opening his mouth, “Yes, milady. These letters came in for Master Damien an
hour ago,” he handed them out to her. He stared at the girl, her green eyes feeling unique as he had never seen this bright, sparkling eyes.
He saw her shuffled the letters in her hand before looking back up at him, “I will make sure he reads them,” seeing the butler not move from where he stood, she asked, “Is there anything else?”
He still couldn’t believe that this human was ordering and questioning him. In his mind, he glared at her. Surely
she was younger than him and he demanded respect until it came to his notice on who she was. She was Master Damien’s woman. The gear in his mind started to change, talking to himself.
Penelope, on the other hand, found the butler thinking to himself. She wondered if this was how Damien found
her having conversations in her mind. She turned her face a little, looking at the still and raised her hand to snap in front of his face which had him suddenly shake his head.
“Are you alright?” the lady asked him, a small frown on her face.
With the mere three words, the butler’s seniority in age or possible status melted down like a butter placed under
the sun. It had been some days since he had started to work here but not knowing anyone and having no time to
get acquainted with anyone, life had been lonely for Durik. Butlers often weren’t allowed to make friends, they were the lonely people of the mansion, at least that is what he had concluded.
No one had asked him how he was doing in this ghost mansion. He couldn’t share his thoughts with his fellow
workers in the mansion. And when he had shared his thoughts on wanting to leave the mansion he had been
threatened to be thrown into the sea and was called a sunflower.
This lady asked him without him having to tell his woes, “Milady, may I speak?”
Penelope nodded her head wondering what the butler had on his mind. His demeanor reminded her of a puppy
that had been scolded. He opened his mouth and then closed before opening it again, clearing his throat he asked her,
“Milady, do you believe in ghosts?” she was not a vampire but a human, a kind he once belonged to.
“Why do you ask?” she asked him. Ghosts?
His voice dropped low and he said in a whisper in fear that the ghost would hear what he had to say, “I think this mansion is haunted.”
“Really?” Penny questioned him to have the butler nod his head immediately.
“I saw it twice?” he raised his hands, showing two fingers to emphasize his point.
“Twice?” she repeated and the butler nodded his head.
He looked at her anxiously, “I don’t think I can work here. With the ghosts and in this big mansion,” Penelope gave it some thought, to say,
“With the number of people who might have been thrown in the sea and would have died, it shouldn’t be much of a surprise if one or more of them were spotted walking in here.”
Hearing this, Durik’s eyes turned wide in horror, “It is true?” did it mean he wasn’t hallucinating and was the only
person able to see them? “Milady,” he bowed his head, “Please, I appeal for you to talk to Master Damien so that
I can be moved from here and the mansion can have a new butler in my place. I cannot sleep at night and have been seeing things lately. I don’t think the pureblooded vampire family is for me.”
Understanding where the butler was coming from, Penny suggested, “You should speak to him directly then.”
The butler bowed his head again, “I did, milady but Master Damien refused. When I asked him to let me go while
I speak to the local magistrate about my replacement he said I would be swimming with the fishes in the sea.”
Penelope smiled hearing this, “Then I hope you enjoy your stay for the rest of the years here, Mr. Butler.”
The butler shook his head, “Please, milady, help me. Is there no way to escape?”
Deciding to share some of her thoughts, she said, “I once thought about escaping from here too,” the man gave
his full attention, waiting for the end result of what might have happened, “But the plans didn’t stay long
especially when you think there would be people who would hunt and bring you back here if you escaped,” she gave him another smile at the end of it.
Did that mean he was stuck here for life?!
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 297 – Last hope- Part 2
Once the butler left the room, Penny couldn’t help but shake her head with a smile. She wondered why he
thought there was a ghost in the mansion When she, herself had never come to meet one. And even if there was
one, the ghost had never come to harm anyone until now which was why she didn’t worry much about it.
It was people who were alive that one had to worry about and not the ones who were dead. People who were
living were harmful and one could never gauge when they would inflict harm. Damien had been visiting the
council lately, saying how the case files had increased due to the vampires and witches but apart from that, there was the problem of switchers.
Looking back down at the envelopes which the butler had come to hand over, she looked at the names on it.
Shuffling around one after another to find a female named ‘Yuvaine’ on it. Staring at it for a good ten seconds,
she wondered what the lady had written in here for Damien. She wanted to look at it, but at the same time, it was considered rude to open someone else’s letter.
Walking to the table, she placed it on its surface. She wanted to go out, walk to the balcony and look at the
scenery outside where the snow had frozen the sea into a thin surface of ice at the top of it. But every time her
feet wandered close, her mind reminded her of the two mishaps that took place. Though the sea was frozen due
to the snow, there was no telling if she would be plunged inside to never resurface if she were to fall now.
When Damien returned back at the time of the evening, he picked up the letters. Tearing one of them, to say,
“It feels like it was only yesterday that the girl celebrated her birthday. How fast does time fly?”
Penelope was reading a parchment she had received from Sister Jera which could be carried home for her to
study that had to be returned back in time once she was done with it. She looked up from the parchment to look
at Damien who stood next to her. The candles burned brightly at the desk, the light falling on both of them.
“When is the birthday?” Penelope asked, craning her neck to have a proper look at Damien as he stood close to her. In time, the man leaned forward to place a kiss on her lips, a smile blooming on his lips.
“It is tomorrow. Strange that she decided to celebrate it now. I wonder if it is her second birthday she is
celebrating so that she gains some attention to herself,” he commented placing back the letter on the desk and then going through the other letters.
“People do that?” here she was where she hadn’t celebrated her birthday as the concept was never implemented.
It was the usual food, the usual day where her mother wished her and that was it. With the lack of friends she had in her life, there was nothing more to celebrate.
“You would be surprised if you knew the things the aristocrats do just to gain some light and attention on them.”
“That is stupid,” she laughed not believing it. There were other ways if one was seeing attention. To celebrate birthday twice in a year, wasn’t it embarrassing?
“It indeed is. People in the higher class are men and women who are lonely. Even though they have everything,
the void of not doing anything fills up and makes them do ridiculous things in life,” his eyes were on another
letter as he said this, “Let’s go tomorrow,” he decided to put the letters on the desk.
“What about work?” she asked him.
“I can spare some time before I head to work. I am not the only man who works for the council though I am the
only one who can find delicate information. They should be fine without me. How has your parchment reading
been going on?” he asked starting to unbutton the cuff buttons before moving to the other buttons on the front.
“I was going through some historical facts of the white witches.”
“What did you learn about?” he asked mindlessly pulling off the shirt that he wore to only have his trousers on
his body while leaving the upper body bare for her to see. She didn’t have to touch him with her fingers to know the firmness of his muscles over the expanse of his chest.
Penny tried to find the words seeing him with no shirt on. She opened her mouth that had gone dry, “Uh,” she
cleared her throat while trying to her mind straight, “It was about the first generation of white witches who were
burnt in the church and other places. Did everyone die? It is as if there is no witch who belongs to the first
generation anymore,” Damien took the parchment from her hand which she had been reading since this afternoon.
“Most of the white witches were either killed or they killed themselves as they came to know about their
transformation. It was a matter about their pride where they didn’t want their blood turning dirty like the black
witches. I don’t think there are any first-generation witches alive anymore. If there was one, the council would
hunt and keep them in the council, also the half information in the church would be restored but as I said, a lot of
this is probably not there because they didn’t want the future generation to know or misuse the knowledge the previous generation white witches knew about.”
“What happens with the first generation vampires?” she asked curiously.
“Some live while some die. It is told that the death reapers wait to take the souls of the vampires as they are more expensive than the rest,” he handed back the parchment to her.
Seeing him walk away and to the closet of his clothes, Penny couldn’t help but let her eyes follow him. Her eyes
looking at his back muscles. His shoulders were wide which looked strong and taut, the body tapering as it went down to his waist to have a V like a body.
An unexpected sigh escaped her lips and he suddenly turned his head to catch her looking at him.
“You alright?” he asked, seeing her eyes dilated across the room. He knew the effect he had on her and Damien
didn’t mind pushing her buttons. Penny nodded at him. Shifting her gaze away and to the parchment to stare at it.
Oh dear God, said Penny in her mind.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 298 – Art of seduction- Part 1
Penelope turned her body away, turning back to look at the borrowed parchments from the church. Her
concentration had gone not only out the window but had jumped out of the window and had dived into the dark
cold sea with Damien who now looked the way he looked.
She had seen him shirtless before, said Penny to herself. Was there something else in the wind today that had her face heating up to this extent?
“Are you turned on?” she heard him ask for her heart to come out of her throat. This man…lacked the ability to be
subtle, “Don’t look embarrassed. You have seen me like this plenty of times in the past.” Yes, that is what she was telling herself right now.
“I am doing fine,” she said, shuffling the papers in her hand and staring at the words which she wasn’t actually reading.
“Mhmm,” he responded back, looking her way, he took the towel with him and sauntered towards the bathroom, disappearing behind the curtain that partitioned the room from it.
Hearing his footsteps gone, she turned her head this time to see the room empty except for herself. She patted
her chest as if asking to calm it down. Penny had never seen a man who was as fine as him. The man really took
good care of himself. There was not a blemish on his skin. It was smooth and hard, she knew it because she had touched the muscles around his shoulder and chest with his shirt on.
The people she had to compare Damien were the statues which were sculpted at some of the churches. The
upper body bare and some of the statues which were bare or completely n.a.k.e.d at the bottom. It would be an
understatement to tell he looked better than all those statues which people especially women, idolized them.
Wetting her lips, she gulped. It’s okay. It was not a big deal, it was Damien Quinn. She shouldn’t have expected
anything less than how he looked. That’s right, thought Penny as she continued her inner monologue in her head.
Trying to put her mind back on the right track, she went to read the lines that were written in the parchment which she hadn’t read through yet.
‘What we find is not what we seek. What we look for is only the mirror image of what we know. What we need is
what another person thinks is right. Go at the end of the circle, after the trees of the dried wood. A place where
we have the love that is only left in memories, if you go in search of it you will never come to find it.’
Penny read this paragraph another time wondering if it was some sort of riddle but then there were a lot of
passages which were written in a similar context, making one wonder what was written actually and at times they felt so random. But she doubted it was anything random. She continued to read,
‘Life is more than we know, the people that exist and coexist do you think it will work or it won’t? The greed of
the human, the thirst of the night creatures, and the sanity of the witches, one will wield the power. If you were to
know what lurks in the shadows, there is more than one who walks by. If there is a beginning, there is also an end to everything. Life circling back to where it all began.
That is what we all think. What if there is something more, beyond the walls we thought was all it was. Death is
the end, but also a beginning. The guarded creatures of the world, the possibility where we are yet to explore and find.
White witches have been theorizing the worlds but the word is only laughable when it is heard by another. There
is something more than what our world runs in and on. We here seek power yet there’s another who plays the puppeteer in the shadows.
We have existed for years before the vampires came to walk on these lands. The first of first, but none of us knew
what we were getting into when the forbidden magic was given to us. Though the white witches walked on the
land of the North, so did the black witches who had tricked the white witches to make use of the forbidden magic.
They say everything starts with jealousy at times. To thrive and move at the front, it is the jealousy that people call
it to be motivation. The jealousy to be better, and the black witches couldn’t be any less from what they felt. Their
appearance hideous, their very speech which was unrefined was compared with the white witches which led to
the start of the destruction of the white witches who once used to be loved and lived in peace with the little humans who knew about them.
Centuries ago when the revolt started, the black witches came to triumph over the lands of humans. Leaving a
plague of fear which has been prolonged for this very day. If you are still reading it, it must be true that it still exists.’
At these last words she read, Penelope frowned. What did this mean? Her eyes continued to skim through the parchments again.
‘What we knew and what we have predicted might come true but then it might not come true either. The world’s
riches have been exposed but the true riches have been hidden. If you seek it, you will not find it. Some things in
this world don’t like to be searched for and some like to present in front of you, to test you and turn you to the
dark side where there is no returning back. There is a cure for everything but is it really a cure?’
Penny scratched her neck. All these words written down were nothing less than a riddle. It made her question if anyone had ever questioned it and solved what these lines actually meant.
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Cure for everything? Was it for the black witches? But then she didn’t remember anyone ever mentioning about a
cure if it really worked that would mean less black witches to worry about along with lesser dead bodies on the surface of the lands.
Right now, she wished she could head to the church, try running her hands across those books to see if she
would find anything in there which these parchments were talking about. Sister Jera had pulled these from the
rack and had handed it over to her. Maybe she would know something about it?
Putting the parchment of papers down, sorting them with her hands as they aligned together, she pulled the drawer and placed the sheets inside it.
Getting up from the chair, she placed her hand on top of the desk and then stood up. Hearing the splash of
water which meant Damien was still bathing. Picking up the glass she poured herself a glass of water, taking a few sips at first and then emptying it.
She could hear the wind howling outside the room. Near the windows and the patio which were closed. It
appeared that there was more snow going to fall tonight. Going back to the fireplace, she again pushed the logs
of wood, adding a few more so that she could survive the cold night. Just as she did it, Damien’s wet feet quietly
made way to her.
Penny who was done with the log of woods stood up, ready to walk towards the bed when she met the tall
pureblooded vampire who was wet with water. Her sight first fell on his torso, the water droplets dripping down
his body before being absorbed by the towel around his waist.
Opening her lips, she closed again with her eyes trailing in the opposite direction the water was dripping down
in. Moving from his torso to his chest. His neck before it moved further up to look into his eyes.
Keeping her composure, she said, “You are wet,” but what she meant came out to have a different meaning which
even she realized when he saw one side of his lips pull up, “You need to wipe yourself. I mean body,” she added.
It felt as if she was only adding more woods to fuel the fire up with her simple words not coming out to be simple.
“Help me,” he demanded. His eyes catching her where she found it hard to move away or look away from him.
With the fire from the fireplace that started to brighten the room further with its light, Penny caught the black
eyes that she had noticed earlier. It was the corruption that was affecting him again. She would have pointed it
out but the man must have already known and he had told her it wasn’t something to worry about but with the way his eyes looked at her she didn’t know what to make out of it.
There was something very wild about him. Damien Quinn was a man like that but this, this right now felt daunting yet at the same time, there was something undeniably attractive.
Another towel that rested around his neck, Penny pulled it towards her and away from him. Opening and folding
it as she stared into his eyes. She started to wipe his body, from top to bottom, covering one place after another while sticking to the upper part of his body.
“Sit down on the bed,” she said, not breaking the gaze away from him.
Damien didn’t mind the order which Penelope gave him. He had noticed the way her heart had jumped with
every movement of his earlier before he had stepped into the bath. He wanted to get her familiar with his body
before he would attack her. That was right, thought Damien to himself as his feet padded on the carpeted floor
and he sat on the bed. Waiting for his adorable mouse who followed him with the towel in her hand.
He didn’t know how long he would be able to contain himself and his control was slowly slipping away which he
had he placed a leash on. All he wanted was to sink his teeth into her skin and have his way with her. Was it bad?
No, thought Damien to himself. Feelings like these were considered to be natural and there was nothing right or wrong.
He had noticed the way her eyes followed him. Times when she thought he was looking at her, her eyes would
mindlessly wander towards him. Her breath hitching up with his simple actions. That was right again, it was what
got the blood coursing through her veins. Her eyes slightly dilated the way it was right now. A whisper about her
emotions that would start to spiral out and start to surface when he decided to stop the show that her eyes were looking on.
Damien enjoyed the chase and he didn’t mind it if the chase went in either direction. It being her chasing or him,
he could let her believe she was in control but all this time Damien was spreading the net far and wide for her which she had stepped into and wouldn’t be able to escape.
He was a complicated man. Had always been one. Since the moment he had seen Penelope, her mesmerizing
eyes and smile had been infectious. The value of the women around him who had been trying to court him, their value had fallen down, plummeting to the ground.
He stared at her, placing both his hands behind him on either side of him. Leaning back slightly with his wet hair, he continued to stare at her when she came to stand right in front of him.
Penelope on the other hand, had her eyes narrowed at him. Did his mood flip back to the older version of
wanting to torture her? Sometimes it felt like he was craving her attention but then Damien didn’t have an issue
of childhood where his mother or father didn’t love him. With what she heard and had known, Damien was the favorite child…