Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 361 – Safe- Part 1
Penelope was unconscious in Damien’s arms. Placing her down on the snow floor and putting the coat around
her which he had brought from the room that hadn’t been burnt, he walked away from there knowing she would
be safe by being away from her mother and the other witches.
Right now, Damien Quinn was a pureblooded vampire with the corruption that had affected and wrapped his entire heart.
It was obvious by looking at his eyes right now that the corruption was the one that was gearing forward his
mind and the sanity had slightly slipped away thanks to the sedation which the white witch had given them.
Though Damien didn’t know what it was, he assumed that the innkeeper had something to do with it. He could
feel the taste of blood on his lips and tongue which felt potent right now and he wanted more.
He knew that having a drink from Penelope was risky and maybe that is where his sanity laid but he wanted
more. If he were to take a sip from her, there were chances that he wouldn’t be letting her go until she turned to
one of the corpses like the ones which he had placed in the confession box and cupboard of the church.
He was thirsty but that wasn’t all that he felt. He was thirsty for more than blood and he wanted to rip bodies out
which were near the inn. Reaching the edge of the forest, he watched the witches who were merely standing a
few meters away from the inn, using their spells to conduct the ritual under the light of the golden moon.
Damien walked towards them, the snow which was on the ground and the fire that was running ablaze in the inn
minimized the volume of his footsteps where he came to stand right outside the circle, some distance away from them.
When the black witches caught sight of him, it was only the innkeeper and Penelope’s mother who noticed to see
who had joined them. They looked at him flabbergasted, not knowing how he had escaped.
“Who the f.u.c.k is that?” asked the witcher, the black witch who had been enjoying the inn burn and waiting for
the black magic to release so that the black witches could claim the lands which rightfully belonged to them.
Penny’s mother appeared furious, her eyes narrowed down, “I thought you said you sedated him. What is he
doing here?” she turned her head to look at the white witch.
The white witch who was a middle-aged woman opened her mouth in shock, her lips moved but there was no
voice, “I gave both of them the sedation in their meals. It would affect him and it should have.”
“What is he doing here then, you dimwit?” Penny’s mother gritted her teeth, “You had one job and you couldn’t do it?”
The innkeeper gulped, her throat had gone dry, “But I did give and it must have worked! It was a strong dose which I added in the bowl.”
“Shut up, you fool. Because of your little mistake we won’t be able to complete the ritual,” Penny’s mother
couldn’t believe how they had entrusted the job to this foolish white witch who appeared unsure of what she had
done, “Sky,” she called the young female black witch who stood behind her.
The young woman didn’t have to hear it twice before she went after Damien to attack and kill him. She took out
her two sharp knives that were coated in a poisonous venom. Damien who had been standing outside the ring
whilst watching the inn go down in flames, his eyes reflected the fire and the scene that was taking place in front of him.
Just when the black witch closed in to him, he turned his head, taking a step back and catching her by her neck. It
wasn’t hard to figure that she was a young black witch with only energy and who lacked tack. One hand held her
neck and the other caught hold of her shoulder, tearing both of them apart and throwing the head of the black
witch at the burning flame. The black witches were angered by this. To have a fellow sister being killed right in front of them was disagreeable.
The white witch paled at the sight. She had expected things to go smoothly. For the potion to work and have the
couple dead but who knew that the man would come out alive. Not to mention what he just did was horrifying.
Next was the male black witch who went to attack Damien but he was unmatched due to Damien’s sheer
pureblooded strength where he dodged the witch easily by merely moving until he twisted the man’s hands to
have his weapons drop down on the snowy ground. Twisting the arms further, he broke his hands off his body
but didn’t let him go as the witch screamed in pain and the loss of his limbs. Biting his neck off and throwing the
flesh on the ground the head detached itself from the body to fall on the ground.
Penelope’s mother was a smart woman to know it wasn’t possible to win right now. The man wouldn’t follow her
as there were other places he had to be. She looked at the inn room where she had seen Penny two days ago
before making her follow her into the forest. Every inch of the room was burning and blazing. One could hear the
cracking of the woods as it was starting to crumble down. Far away from where they were, the town was getting
burnt too as they had started the massacre but with the lack of white witch, it would soon come down.
She didn’t mind her daughter being placed as a sacrifice, what better opportunity but to serve the darkness by
serving her own daughter? She was sure that she would be rewarded. Not knowing what exactly was the
relationship between this vampire and Penny, she wondered if he had left her to burn by herself or if he had carried her somewhere.
Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t seen him or her walking out of the circle. They wouldn’t have been able to walk
out once they were in the circle. That was the rule of the ritual. So how did he even step out then?
By the time Damien had reached the white witch, Penny’s mother had disappeared and escaped from there.
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The innkeeper’s eyes were wide and she stumbled behind as the vampire whom she didn’t know was a
pureblooded vampire approached her. She waved her hand behind her as if trying to search the last standing
woman as another male witcher was torn to pieces when she felt nothing but empty air behind her. When she
turned to look at the tall and lean black witch, the woman wasn’t there anymore and she looked back in panic.
Damien straight went for her neck, raising her from the ground such that her legs started to swing furiously like a
fish which was taken out from the water, “What is the plan?” he asked her.
The white witch shook her head to tell him that she didn’t know about anything and was only helping the witches, “Pl-ple-ase, sp-are me!”
“Aren’t you late for forgiveness?” he wasn’t in the mood of forgiving her, “To have some nerve to poison me and
plan to kill me in the fire. Let me take you in there,” saying that he dragged the woman, pulling her as she
thrashed and tried to get away but there was no one until now who had been able to get out after Damien had
caught them by his sharp claws, “Don’t be shy. I will return the hospitality you have provided us and for the lovely stay. It is only right that I return it back to you.”
As the witches were not performing the ritual anymore and had stopped it here the massacre that had only
started must have stopped too. Damien didn’t care about the thrashing as he was much stronger than her and her weight felt indifferent to him.
When they were near the white witch started to fret and panic, “NO! NO! DON’T-” she screamed at the top of her lungs but there was no one to care or to look.
Damien finally looked at the innkeeper, a smile on his lips which looked creepier than anything right now, “Enjoy
your time in hell until I arrive,” the white witch shook her head. Catching hold of her from behind he threw her
into her inn. The inn started to crumble down one after another, the scream of the white witch which made him
look at the broken inn caught up in the fire. The black witches wanted a white witch to be sacrificed and one of
the white witches did get sacrificed. Though unfortunately, there were no black witches to continue the ritual and
the white witch they had decided to make use as the sacrificial goat was now safe.
His eyes sought out for his beloved mother-in-law. Scanning the area to see she had long gone and wouldn’t be
seen for a while but not for too long,, thought Damien to himself. He would hunt her down, drag her through the
pits of fire and torture her for thinking time after time to kill Penny. Until he was alive, he wouldn’t let anything
happen to her. He would protect her with everything. The fire continued to burn brightly, the smoke moving up
higher and higher up in the sky, the flame in front of him reflecting in his eyes.
After a while, there was nothing but smoke that surrounded the area. To have others notice it, the town people
who lived nearby had their own town lit up in fire to notice it. Even the smoke started to reduce after a while
leaving two bodies and blood on the snow ground with a body that was buried in the collapsed inn.
Back in a mansion, Damien had his hands folded against his c.h.e.s.t. Staring outside the large window and
looking at one of the towns where men were pouring water around to stop the little fire which was left.
When the door was knocked, he turned his body to look at the Lord of Woville step inside the room, “You should
rest too, councilman Damien. The massacre won’t be taking place for a while now. At least for a few weeks.
Would you want me to call a doctor?” he offered. The man was young and in his early twenties who looked like a
late teenager, his brown hair chopped to be short and sharp.
“That won’t be needed. She needs rest,” said Damien, looking at Penny who was still sleeping. Penelope was now
on the bed, her eyes closed as she was fast asleep. After returning back to the forest, he had brought her here as
the outer part of the towns or villages was not safe for her. The technique he had used with her was something
he had picked from one of the oldest councilmen who no longer lived in this world. It made a person
unconscious by putting them to a temporary sleep.
The Lord of Wovile, waved his hand towards the door before walking out of the room with Damien so that Penny could get some peace and quiet as she rested.
“How are things in the town?” Damien asked the state of the towns that had been caught up in the massacre.
“No one died which is good news but there are some significant injuries. I will need to take help from both the
Lord of West and East so that they can strengthen the lands such that the black witches won’t step in and out freely.”
“I will be sure to put in a word with my cousin,” Damien stated for the young man to nod his head.
“That would be very much appreciated. I am sorry for what happened. I don’t think any of us expected the black
witches to make a hub and use a white witch as a sacrifice. Though I don’t understand why they would choose to
do it here and not Bonelake. No offense but the white witches here are very scarce. People don’t show up and if
they do all of them are involved with the black witches.”
They walked down the corridor but not too far until they came to stand in front of a large window that was the
size of the door itself…
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Damien placed his hand on the edge, looking back at the town where the amount of fire had reduced, “This is the
place where the white witches started their lives, this is the place where they cast their spells on the race of the
black witches, closing the gate in a way that left the other sisters handicapped. I think it is the right place to be
setting up the massacre and harvesting the energy so that they can unlock everything that was once locked,” his
eyes had turned back to their usual red after reaching Penny back in the forest, “There’s a woman who is still alive
and there are many more witches who are running freely, you should keep an eye so that the incident doesn’t repeat.”
Lord Herbert nodded his head, “Thank you for saving my land and the people today, Councilman Damien. I
would be grateful for the help you have provided.”
“Don’t worry. I was only saving her. We just didn’t realize that the white witch had laid a trap for us by pretending
to have the inn to be secure with the spilled magic,” which was true. Damien was a careful man, and it was he who laid traps and not the other way round.
“Do you mind if I ask you something?” Lord Herbert asked the permission that had Damien turning to look at him, “The girl…is she a witch?”
Both Damien and Herbert stared at each other before Damien answered, “Yes.”
“I ask because I am aware that the ritual needs a white witch, at least that is what some of the artifacts say but I
really doubt that they are looking for a white witch. The black witches aren’t aware but it is not the white witch’s
sacrifice that will help in the unbinding,” the young man’s brows knit together in concentration as if he himself
didn’t know the answer, “For what you have done today, your help, I will keep my lips sealed for who she is.”
“That is a very easy trade,” one side of Damien’s lips pulled up.
The young Lord smiled, “It indeed is. Councilmen’s deals and trades are usually heavy to pay back. We need to
find the easiest and settle the deal that is why.”
“I shall accept it,” Damien replied in a heartbeat. It wasn’t like he was interested in any favours and instead he found it to be a fair one.
“You can stay here as long as you wish to. My mansion is your abode. I won’t file in the entire report and will only
mention how you were here to stop the massacre,” with the both the men agreeing on it Damien said,
“I don’t intend to stay long here. The land of Wovile has been quite troublesome every time I step in here. If
possible I would not like to come here for a while at least,” the land which was once the land of the white witches,
he wasn’t interested to stay longer and have trouble come and bite both Penny and him. He wanted to take her
far away from her mother, a vacation from all this chaos. He knew they would have to step back again but with
everything that was happening one thing after another, they needed break and he needed time with Penelope.
“I am sorry to hear that,” there was a common way of response when a person replied back or would have replied
back the Lord if it was another person and somewhere the Lord was used the response he received that he was
ready to accept the- it’s alright, the land is not that bad and instead got to hear,
“All the lands have some defects in them which makes me dislike it but we end up choosing which is less
defective,” came Damien’s reply nonchalantly. The Lord of Wovile cleared his throat.
“Well, I will ask the butler to send both of your meals up here to the room,” giving each other a nod, Lord Herbert
walked away as he had tons of paperwork due to the attack that took place last night as well as what happened two days ago.
Going back to the room, Damien picked up the books which looked burnt at the edges but the inside was still
intact. It made him wonder if it was made out of something durable against heat and fire. Placing the book back
on the table, he stepped closer to the bed where Penny was asleep. Sitting down next to her, he remembered the
time of yesterday when he had only woken up surrounded by fire.
He had never seen her that broken, his heart broke looking at her. Her eyes wet along with her cheeks. Gently, he
moved his hand to push the hair back, leaning forward he kissed her forehead. He wondered if she knew that her
mother was part of the ritual, having her sacrificed. If she knew, he could tell that it must have destroyed her. To
know and to see were two different things.
Like Damien had said, they didn’t stay long and once Penny had got her consciousness back they had left after
the next meal in the carriage. On the way, Penelope was still tired and he let her borrow his shoulder as she laid
her head and tried to catch some more sleep and not ready to talk about what happened at the inn. Damien not
having the patience to travel and not wanting to get into another trap decided to discard the use of carriage by
waving the man off with a good old gold coin before he traveled to Valeria, his cousin Alexander Delcrov’s mansion.
When they did reach the mansion, entering the large gates by foot, Penny asked Damien, “Don’t you think they
will find it strange that you came on foot?” she asked. Master Damien walking on foot? She would have told it
was going to rain frogs if one told her that in the past.
“They are used to it.”
An old man came wearing the clothes of a butler. His appearance lean and ghost-like with a scar that ran down
on his face. If Penny met the man at night she was sure to scream by looking at him.
“Master Damien, welcome back,” the butler spoke in a stoic voice where his face remained expressionless.
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The butler appeared to be familiar with Damien, taking the books from his hands which Damien entrusted to
keep in the room. Penny wondered if it was alright to give it when she remembered that to any other person
except her the books were nothing but about varieties of vegetables.
“Lord Alexander is currently out with Sir Elliot. Let me take you and the lady to your assigned room,” the butler’s
voice was low and bland. Expressionless and emotionless as he spoke. By the looks of it, she could tell that the
man was a vampire. His eyes must have been bright red when he was young and they must have dulled over time.
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Following the butler, they were taken to their room. The mansion was big, maybe not as big as the Quinn’s but of
fair size for a mansion. It looked much more human-like compared to the other mansions she had been to which were darker in comparison.
She remembered the lord’s mother was a white witch. A woman who was married to a pureblooded vampire and
who was killed by the villagers. Somehow the beginning part of the story reminded of her own where Penelope
was the white witch and Damien was the pureblooded vampire who had fallen for each other.
That was right. For awhile now she had been denying her feelings for Damien, dodging what and how she felt for
him but after what happened, she didn’t want to hide about it anymore. She had cried and cried when he had not
woken up, scared that she wouldn’t be able to let him know about her true feelings. She wondered if in the future
she would end up meeting the same fate as the Lord’s mother. She thought about it because she doubted if any
of the white witches ever lived long. Most of them either were killed or they disappeared from sight to never return again.
With their bags placed and the butler who stepped out like a phantom whose legs appeared to glide across the
floor, Penny sat down on the bed. Lifting her legs up in the air. She then looked down at her arm which was now
covered in cleaner clothes which were given to her in Wovile in Lord Herbert’s mansion.
Damien sat down next to her, letting his back touch the surface of the bed, his long legs resting on the floor. He
looked at the blank ceiling of the bed, “Ah, I miss home.”
Turning her head, Penny asked him, “Why didn’t we go back there?” Penny didn’t know that Damien had planned
to visit his relative who was also the Lord of Valeria. A man she had met months ago and was about to meet
again. Now that she had acknowledged her feelings for him, she wondered if it would be awkward when she
would meet Lord Alexander.
“Bonelake will be a mess right now and the council will be chaotic because of the massacre that was going to
take place. Even though the massacre was unsuccessful, soon they will have a team assigned where they will start
to dig and find the root of who and from where this was set up. Do you know how much paperwork that is?” he
raised his leg up so that his heel rested on the edge of the bed. His brown shoes looked clean and polished.
“You don’t want to go back because you have work?”
“Paperworks take time. First comes the survey and in the survey of the scene comes detection and information
which needs to be collected. After the survey is the interrogation and the case handling where people are
annoying but it is enjoyable. Then you file them and put it through the box where the elders of the council look
through it which is later decided if the case has already reached an end where a direct order is sent out. If not,
the case goes under a series of trials in the court council to have a fair judgment.”
“You could always pass the work if you ever felt it was too much,”
“They are all a bunch of dimwits who don’t know where and what to do,” Damien rolled his eyes. “Asking them to
do anything would be equal to me piling up with more work. I don’t trust them with their lack of expertise.”
“No one is born with expertise,” Penny defended the unknown councilmen.
“I was born with it,” came Damien’s quick response. This made Penny twist her lips and she turned and sat in a
way now so that she could face him without having to twist her neck, “You don’t believe me.”
“I did not say anything, Penny shrugged her shoulders with a smile, “You are very unique, Damien.”
“I know. I am too precious,” he said with a smirk and a smile broke on Penny’s lips, “During my late teen years I
used to work under Rueben before. The head council,” Penny looked at him in awe, she had come to learn how
the head council was the highest standing person. Damien was his apprentice? “After a few months of work, he
decided that I would do better in gathering information than sit in the meetings which wasn’t for me. Also for other things.”
“Other things?” she questioned.
“There are some old geezers who didn’t like how I spoke or my views when I pointed out how they used their
position for their own benefit. Unfortunately, even if you find mistakes, there are some you cannot remove from
their assigned position for the years they have served. So I served them their own dish by cutting out their
supplies from the black market which included things as well as information,” he explained. Raising his hand, he
took her hand and tugged her hand for her to lay down next to him.
“They didn’t retaliate?” on her question, he smiled cunningly.
“When a person is accused of stealing apples and claims he doesn’t have that fruit. When he’s robbed, he cannot
cry out loudly about his lost apples,” but it wasn’t just the source but he had also got some of them resigned by
their own will. Too many players at the table were not good.
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Next to each other on the bed, Damien rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, moving it soothingly while
testing her nerves. She had been tensed when they had left Wovile but after a night of sleep and far away from
the land, she had finally relaxed. He could guess that she has shaken with what happened. After she had woken
up from the sleep he had put her in, the only words he had said was,
“The massacre was stopped.”
Penny was glad to hear it but her main concern had been something else. It was her mother who had been so
intent on killing her off. If there was something that was registered when she was in Wovile it was that her
mother didn’t care about her. She was as good as a dead person and she tried to digest everything. The look on
her face where she wasn’t bothered as fire surrounded and was ready to kill her.
“You don’t have to keep it in yourself,” she heard Damien say next to her and she turned her head where she had
been staring up at the empty and black ceiling, “If you aren’t feeling okay let me know,” he rubbed his thumb gently over her fingers.
She had been feeling blank since her thoughts went back to what happened. She shook her head, her eyes
meeting his red ones that looked at her in concern, “I am not doing okay,” she whispered, the heaviness in her
c.h.e.s.t slightly shifting as she told it out to him, “Every strand of hope didn’t just break but it has been burnt with no return.”
“Relationsh.i.p.s like those are better to be burnt else they will burn you. She doesn’t deserve you,” he said
shifting his body to lay on his side and she did the same, “No mother would set their very child on fire. Are you
sure she is your mother and she didn’t steal you from another person?” it was something that had been
bothering him for a while now but at the same time, Father Antonio had already said on who Penelope’s parents were.
“She is my mother,” Penny sighed heavily, “To think she was also involved in the massacre. I feel ashamed,” she closed her eyes.
“Hey,” Damien tugged her hand, and she opened her eyes again to look back at him, “It isn’t your fault. She
might be your mother but this had nothing to do with you. In fact, if you didn’t make out of the circle during the
start of the massacre there would have been bloodshed. Four cities of death where the black witches would come
to rule Wovile by claiming it back. You should be happy about it.”
It was Damien’s ability that had stopped the massacre. Without the ability, they would have been late in getting
out of the circle, “Teamwork?” she asked him to see a boyish smile appear on his face. It was a time like these did
he appear to look young without that look where he was going to throw someone to the sea so that they would
never return back.
“Teamwork,” he agreed to her, “Talk to me,” he said when she started to fall quiet, “I am here ready to listen to
anything you have to say. If you want to cry I am here.”
“Don’t be so nice,” Penny’s voice came to be soft and her eyes fell on his c.h.e.s.t.
“Why not?” Damien questioned her, unhappy that she had lowered her eyes where he couldn’t see what exactly
she was thinking so that he could decipher it along with her emotions.
“I am not used to people being nice to me,” she could feel her c.h.e.s.t feeling heavy and to let the heaviness out
she took a deep breath and let it out, “I don’t think even my mother was that sweet even after erasing my memories.”
“Someone told me that many sons-in-law don’t get along with their mother-in-law. I don’t think we can fix that.”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to fix it,” Penny smiled with her pressed lips, “I don’t think it’s worth the trouble of
going to fix it. I can’t believe you think about such things even during some serious situations,” she frowned at
him, her eyes finally coming to meet his.
“What can I say, I am Damien Quinn. Let’s ignore your mother, we’ll deal with her when time comes,” he
smoothed her hair strands, pushing it away slowly behind in concentration, “You have me with you. I don’t think
anyone can match the great me, unless you think otherwise,” Damien was being very nice to her right now. Penny
knew that he was trying to get her mind off her mother while trying to cheer her up and she didn’t know how
grateful she was for it.
At the same time there was something that bothered her, “Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
She parted her lips to speak, “Why didn’t you kill her?”
Penny knew if Damien wanted he could kill her mother by hunting her down but she was still alive and the
danger now not only fell on her but also on him. It worried her tremendously on what might happen if her
mother were to ever hurt him. Things like the voodoo doll didn’t work on the pureblooded vampires but that
didn’t mean he was entirely safe.
“I had other important things to deal with. I had put my darling girl to sleep, I didn’t want to be late to find you
were in trouble again or if some animal had eaten you during your slumber,” his finger ran behind her ear to
settle down on the side of her neck, “You cried way too much that night. Your eyes were swollen and red. Did it
scare you that I was gone?” he hadn’t had the opportunity to ask her this before but now that they were here, he couldn’t resist but ask her.
Damien already knew how she felt but he wanted to hear it from her through her lips.
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Penny returned his gaze back with one of loneliness she had felt, “It was the loneliest I have felt until now. Even
my mother’s death didn’t compare to it. I know you’re enjoying it,” she narrowed her eyes, “You will know if you
experience it t-” Damien pulled her by her neck, closing the gap between them as he kissed her.
She felt his warm lips possess her like it had its own mind, conquering every inch of her mouth as he pried it
open. His hand pulled her waist close so that he could hold her, stealing every breath of hers until she was left
breathless. She clutched on the front of his shirt, her hand twisting in them as they shared kisses. Penny herself
opened her mouth like a bud of flowers that opening beautifully for him one petal falling after another leaving
the sweet nectar behind for him to have.
Her willingness turned Damien on, his own hand holding her tightly in his arms to the last words she just spoke.
He hadn’t ever envisioned it and he didn’t believe it would ever happen yet the thought not which was instigated
was something he couldn’t grip on and instead his hands gripped one waist.
He could feel her pulse that started to beat faster and thurm under his hand which was placed on her neck.
Pulling back with their forehead touching each other’s, he said,
“I won’t let that happen.”
A giggled escaped Penny’s lips at the thought of how many times the mishap had taken place when they were
together, yet she didn’t mind it. They were together. Meeting his eyes, she felt her heart feel full like there was
nothing else she would ask the world right now. Her own hand reached up to his face, running her fingers from
the side of his temple to his sharp jaw, trailing it down to his c.h.e.s.t and stopping.
Leaning up forward she pressed her lips on his, “I know,” she whispered.
“We should go for another picnic. It is your first time here in Valeria, it will be good,” he looked at her, happy to
have her in his arms. Since the first time they had met each other officially, they had progressed from one height
to another, “We can go shopping. Buy you some good clothes in case Alexander isn’t having any women’s
clothes secretly being stored for his lady flings. We can eat anything outside. There are some good inns that are
purely built by vampires so we are safe from the witches.”
“We can go shopping for you,” Penny suggested as it wasn’t just her who had no clothes but even Damien’s
clothes were burnt in the bag except for the coat which was hung on the other side of the room.
“We can do that together. Is there something that you want? Anything, in particular, you wanted to buy for a
long time but couldn’t,” he asked her. Penny gave it a thought but shook her head. There wasn’t anything at the
top of her head that she wanted, “Nothing at all? No diamonds to sparkle around your neck or some good shoes
that will take you to places?”
“Thank you for the offer, Master Damien but I think I am fine without those things,” upon her answer, Damien replied,
“You will turn to an excellent wife. Someone who won’t waste the money and will use it well,” Penny got her head
closer to his c.h.e.s.t as she got comfortable with him. Placing it close enough she could hear his heartbeat steadily.
“I don’t haggle like you,” she murmured to hear a surprised gasp.
“I thought peasants were used to haggling.”
“Are you calling yourself a peasant, Master Damien?” she chuckled, her smaller body shaking in his arms as she
caught him in his own words. She gasped when she felt his hand move down to settle on her bottom.
“You were saying…” his voice trailed when his hand moved lower and she buried her head in embarrassment.
“T-that’s playing dirty,” came her muffled voice. When his hand moved lower and lower feeling the curve of her bottom Penny couldn’t make any more words.
“Dirty? I hardly did anything to call it dirty,” he answered in a low voice which turned his voice to a husky whisper.
By her reactions, he could tell that she was finally ready. He was going to have everything that belonged to her.
Her heart, her mind, and her body which she was slowly entrusting it to him.
Hearing the sound of the carriage arrive Damien let go of his hold on Penny, “Alexander is back home. Come let’s
go meet him,” he helped her get up from the bed and both of them padded through the corridor where a maid
was cleaning a portrait.
Seeing the lord of Valeria appear, his hair was as black as Damien and eyes that were similar made them look like
brothers. His brooding aura set both of them apart and the dark eyebrows which were thick. He wore the same
cross she had noticed during the party in Quinn’s mansion. Now that she had worked and read in the church, she
could finally pick on which were the normal crystals and which was the charm stones which had previously been
made by the first generation white witches.
Now that she had her hands on the books which had the recipe on how to create a charm stone, she wanted to make one for Damien.
“I was expecting you when I heard you were in Wovile,” both Alexander and Damien shared a hug, “It is good to see you.”
“Likewise,” Damien replied back. Lord Alexander was older than Damien but by what she knew, Lord Alexander
belonged to the third generation of pureblooded vampires while Damien belonged to the second generation of vampires.
When Lord Alexander turned to look at Penelope, he gave her a curt nod, “Welcome to Valeria and Delcrov’s
mansion,” he welcomed her.
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During the time of dinner which was set up early, Penny sat next to Damien at the table. Apart from Lord
Alexander and them, there were two more people who had joined the table. Elliot Wells, who sat on the other
side of the table next to Alexander whereas this side was occupied by Damien and her. The man was charming
and sweet, his wavy red hair exuding a very welcoming appearance. He was the younger brother of Jerome Wells,
the architect who they had met less than a week ago. Both the brothers appeared to be poles apart, one was an
introvert gentleman while the younger brother was a complete extrovert.
“How do you like the food, Ms. Penelope? We got some vegetables in here if you aren’t comfortable,” Elliot
offered the bowl of salad which had beans in it.
“Thank you,” she responded back.
“There was another dish I asked them to prepare,” the man started to look around when the lady who was sitting next to him advised,
“Let her eat it first,” the lady’s name was Sylvia who was another helper of Lord Alexander when it came to
managing work in the land, “She’s not some goat for you to give her vegetables,” the woman turned to look at
Penny and asked, “Is there anything in particular that you like? We can ask the cook to make it,” she offered
“No, I am fine,” Penny smiled at them and heard Lord Alexander say,
“Don’t mind Elliot. We don’t have humans over for meals,” she nodded her head. Everyone except for her was
vampires at the table now.
“We would but Alexander doesn’t like to entertain the humans and even if he does it is only men and women
who belong to the higher society but for his own reasons,” Elliot went on to speak without pause, “The last time
we had someone over was the Barton. Quite annoying I would say who even gets on Alexander’s nerves,” Penny
couldn’t help but look a little surprised that Elliot had not bothered to add the title before Alexander’s name
“It has been a while since his wedding now,” Sylvia placed her voice a little low in the quiet dining room which could be heard by everyone.
The woman went to reach for the pepper when Elliot quickly took it and started to add it to his meat. His
movements slowed, which annoyed the woman sitting next to him who passed a silent glare.
Lord Alexander didn’t bother with the two of them, ignoring their little childish display and he asked Damien who
was rather enjoying the food right now, “How long do you plan to stay over? I will have Martin ask to shift your room to the right-wing if you both plan to stay long.”
“We planned to sightsee at Valeria. Penny doesn’t find much time to go out as she has been busy herself and I
have council work to attend to,” Damien used his knife to make a thin slice of the meat of the animal that was
placed in front of him, “I thought what better place than here to have a little getaway.”
“It’s good that you both will be staying here longer,” Sylvia responded pleased to have a woman’s company in
this mansion. The only people who visited here were the elites who didn’t stay for a too long time and even if
they did they weren’t pleasant people. Lord Alexander was usually busy with his own which left her stuck with the
man who now sat next to her who enjoyed to irk her since the first time they had even met.
“I am already sad that I won’t be able to see much of Sylvia now that Ms. Penelope is here,” Elliot received a glare
at his remark and he chuckled before looking back at the couple, “Are you preparing for the council’s
examination too?” Council’s examination? “The one where you write the exam if you want to enroll yourself to work in the council.”
She chewed her food before gulping it down, “No, Mr. Wells. I think I am happy where I am without being
involved with the council or any other law,” she answered.
Damien said, “It is better she doesn’t get tied with the council or any other elder councilman. It would be
troublesome. She’s been helping and studying in the church to learn more about the white witches and even
created two weapons against the black witches,” Penny could tell by Damien’s voice that he was proud of her that she had achieved it in such a short duration.
“That is impressive,” Lord Alexander agreed, “It is very rare for Damien to praise anyone. Makes me wonder if the
weapons were excellent or if he is only being partial for who you are to him,” she could feel his eyebrows slightly
raised with his lips, “I have a workshop right here in the grounds of the mansion. If you are willing to try…” he trailed.
Once their meal was done, Sylvia had taken Penelope to tour the mansion where Elliot had stuck along with
them, leaving Alexander and Damien to talk. Standing outside one of the guest rooms’ patios, they smoked the
cigars which were in each of their hands. Damien let his back rest against the railings. His hand had the cigar resting next to him.
“Why do I have a feeling that you brought her here not for vacation,” stated Alexander looking at the forest which was dark yet white because of the snow.
“She needs guidance.”
“I don’t have materials to teach her. You forget that unlike the others, I don’t practice the art and lifestyle of the
witches but live the life as a pureblooded vampire as that is what runs through my veins and what people know
me of,” Lord Alexander took a drag from the smoke before releasing it through his lips, “Isn’t the church enough?
They have good services…”
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“It is but I would rely more on you than some strangers. Some of them have already tapped into the forbidden
magic. As good as they are right now, they are nothing less to an explosive weapon where you don’t know when
it will go off in the greed for more power,” Damien had let Penny work in the church as it had been feasible until
now but with the new unknown creature who had attacked her, he didn’t believe the church was safe anymore, “I heard something from Herbert.”
“What did he say?” Alexander’s eyes shifted from forest to his cousin who had lifted his hand towards his mouth.
“Something about the black witches who didn’t know how to work the ritual. That it isn’t a white witch they need to unbind the magic.”
“You think I am the one?” Lord Alexander asked, taking the last puff and putting it down on the ground before stamping it with his expensive shoes.
“It only makes sense. All we have known over the years is that we have a black witch and we have the white
witches, the theories that have conspired and come up which some of us believed and some of us didn’t. Aunt
Isabelle was part of the era, wasn’t she,” Damien reminded his cousin where the Lord turned his head back to look at the forest.
Lord Alexander wasn’t the child of simple parents. His father was a second-generation pureblooded vampire
while his mother belonged to the first of the first witches. Not everyone knew about it, and the ones who knew of
it kept a keen eye on the man. Waiting for him to trip and do a mistake which neither his parents nor he had committed until now.
It was obvious that when a man reached or belonged to the highest society and level of vampires and witches,
one was bound to fall under many’s eyes. The man continued to stare at the forest whilst he remembered the
days where his mother had been murdered in front of his eyes. He was five years old when that had happened
and many years had now passed since that event but the day was still fresh in his mind.
His hand gripped the rails of the patio. He knew his mother had protected him, enough that no one suspected
him that it wasn’t just vampire blood but that part of his blood came from his mother which he had never used.
His mother Isabelle Genevieve was a white witch but she had stopped practicing it after she married his father.
He had made sure to stay away from it but at the same time, he felt there was another reason as to why she had
stopped. Not letting a shadow of the magic to fall on him and raising him as the heir to take up his father’s position when the time would come.
“I can’t have the ability of a black witch and no one has ever suspected me to be a white witcher,” said Alexander.
Knowing well how the black witches could identify the white witches to only put them in further trouble, “I must be another kind,” he smirked saying it.
“Do you think the witches know or suspect about it?” asked Damien, tilting the cigar and pressing the burning
side to the grill, “It is only time when they realize and come for you.”
“So far I doubt anyone knows about it. Everyone knows me as the person who kills and doesn’t follow the lines of the law.”
“You should be glad Rueben lets you off the hook,” Damien chuckled, knowing well how the head council was
lenient when it came to him. Reuben didn’t take inefficiency well, especially when it was about breaking the rules
which everyone was supposed to follow but the pureblooded vampires found it to be hard when it came to following them.
“He had a thing for mother. It is only obvious he would be lenient to the woman’s son.”
“How do you know that?” Damien tipped his chin up in question.
Alexander smiled, looking afar to say, “I just happened to find out about it.” His mother and Rueben knew each
other for some years before she met his father, Zachary. It had been a few years ago since he had found out
about it when he had found out the little picture in the drawer that was hidden in the head council room, “Don’t
you think the black witches will tip Penelope’s name to the council? You cannot have her hidden forever here.”
Damien rolled his eyes, “I know that but she isn’t prepared for it. There has been an increase in the count of the
witch hunters. What I don’t understand is why aren’t they going towards the Wovile as that is where the black
witches reside. Most of them at least. They have been popping back and forth in Bonelake.”
“How many?” asked Lord Alexander.
“Killed six of them and there are more who are strolling in the streets. One has been following her ardently,”
Damien didn’t like the fact that Penny had failed to mention it but when he had started to send her to the church
for studying from the other white witches, he had changed his coachman to a fellow council to chaperon her. To
make sure he got the reports as it was. Penelope might have thought it was something she could handle but the
witch hunters were like a pest that was hard to wash off the skin and had to be removed by a knife once they got attached.
“That’s quite a party. What did you do to the bodies?”
“All in the lake of bones,” Damien waved one of his hands.
Lord Alexander sighed, “I wished we had one here. It is hard to hide the corpses,” by name his cousin was the
lord of Valeria but in the end, he was still his cousin brother. He knew the number of bodies that could pile up in a month or a year when it came to Alexander.
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Penelope who was taking rounds in the mansion had both Sylvia and Elliot as her guide when it came to
explaining and talking to her, their speech not once hurtful but kind which made her wonder if they knew about
her being a white witch as the Lord knew about it. Though they had spoken in the dining room, nothing was told
directly as to why she was going to the church but at the same time, it was an understandable reason as to why
she would visit the church frequently.
“Oh, there’s Areo,” Elliot walked ahead and picked up a black cat that was only passing by without waiting to greet anyone in the corridor.
“Meow,” the little black bat meowed when Elliot picked him up.
“Whose cat is this?”
“He belongs to Lord Alexander,” Sylvia stated, going to scratch its neck before letting her hand slide down, “It was a gift by the late lady.”
A cat as a pet, thought Penny to herself as she stared into the cat’s eyes, “He is very handsome.”
“Damien is handsome too, how long has it been since you both started to you know,” Elliot started the topic
casually to receive a look from Sylvia which he ignored.
“Uh, just some time ago,” Penny replied, a small blush coming up as no one had ever asked her this before.
Maybe Lady Maggie had put it politely without much use of words, “How about you both?” she quickly diverted
the topic to them.
“Since we first met. It was love at first sight,” Elliot replied, that had Sylvia scoff.
“Please!” Sylvia rolled her eyes when Elliot’s face brightened, “He badmouthed me to Lord Alexander to not have me work for him.”
“Now now, Sylvia. You know that is not what I meant. You should know how much I dot on you,” Elliot took a step
closer to her and in a blink of an eye, Sylvia had pulled out a sharp hairpin as if she was ready to stab him.
Elliot turned to Penelope, “This is my cat. She hasn’t been tamed yet,” his words came out to be playful.
“Don’t listen to him, Ms. Penelope. Would you like to see the artifacts room? Come,” the woman raised her hand to show the way while sending a glare to Elliot.
Penelope was instead in awe as to how she had pulled up the pin out of nowhere. One minute her hand had
been free and the next moment she was ready to pierce it through the man’s skin. Her voice was filled with a mix
of curiosity and excitement as she asked, “How did you do it? The pin.”
Sylvia at first stared at her before raising the pin in her hand, “This?”
“Yes,” Penny nodded her head eagerly.
“I learned it from my father. He taught me how to use it when to release and to stab someone.”
“It looks like, Ms. Penelope is interested in it,” Elliot commented, “You should ask the young master,” Penny made
a note to ask him but at the same time, she felt one of his skills was to break and crack fingers.
“If you want I can teach you some of the tricks,” Sylvia offered and Penny looked elated by that.
“I would be happy to learn from you, Lady Sylvia,” Penny bowed her head thanking the woman.
After taking the tour of the mansion, they dropped her to one of the rooms which Martin had only got it cleaned.
Damien hadn’t returned back to the room and she walked towards the patio before stopping her footsteps. She
reminded herself that there was no water around the mansion. Taking a step forward, she felt the cold air touch
her skin but she didn’t feel the cold like she did before but she did rub both her arms together. With her arms
crossed, she looked at the quiet night. Noticing that Valeria wasn’t heavily snowed like Bonelake and Wovile.
A vacation, thought Penny to herself. They were far away from home. Far away from the trouble that had been
there for years and away from her mother who was ready to throw her into the fire for her own use.
She did feel her mind settle down, like what had happened was a distant memory or dream but that dream
would come to haunt her again and before that, she had to do something.
Damien had brought the books along with him and she could only imagine Lord’s Wovile’s confused expression
when they had carried the books of vegetables with them.
When she finally shivered in the cold, goosebumps started to form around her skin and she decided to go back
inside. Turning her body to see Damien who stood there, making her wonder how long he had been standing here.
“Aren’t you feeling cold?” he asked, stepping back when she walked forward and stepped back inside the room.
“It is freezing,” she muttered under her breath, closing the door to the patio so that no air would come to enter.
“Take a seat at the fireplace. Now,” he said, not happy to see that she had decided to stay out without wearing a
coat or a shawl around her to protect from the harsh weather, “How was your tour of the mansion?”
“It was okay,” Penny answered, going to the fireplace she sat down right in front of it without taking the chair.
Her legs crossed, she raised both her hands in front of the fireplace to feel the warmth on her skin, “Come sit,”
she said looking at him for him to stare at her, “Don’t be shy,” she grinned at him.
He rolled his eyes at her, “Do you want me to show you, who is shy?” walking behind her, he pulled the plush chair closer to the fireplace and placed it behind her.
Seeing him sit behind her, Penny moved back so that she could lean her back against his legs, continuing to feel
the warmth seep back into her bed with Damien sitting behind her.
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The next day when the sun rose up in the sky, Penny couldn’t help herself but reach her hand where the rays of
the sun passed through the window of their room which they had slept in. It took a while for her hand to turn
warm and when it did, a smile rose up her lips. The weather in Valeria was different when compared to Bonelake
where the sun was hard to see. Here, even though it was the time of Winter, she could feel the warm sun.
Just as she was enjoying and basking in the sunlight on her hand, she felt Damien’s hand circled around her waist
which pulled her to him. Holding her like it was his habit.
Penny cleared her throat, first softly and then louder to hear Damien say, “I knew you would catch a cold by
standing outside yesterday. Stay like this. I will warm you up soon,” she heard him say.
She was not yet used to him holding her so closely in the bed. Until now the maximum she had willingly done
was holding his hand in the bed but this was too intimate to her.
“The fireplace will be much effective than you,” she said wiggling out of his arms which he didn’t allow as when
she turned around to face him, Damien had pulled her back so that she faced him, “Where do you think you’re
going?” Leaning forward, he kissed her neck, placing butterfly kisses on her that had something stir within her,
reminding her of the time when they had shared the bath. Her toes curled at the thought of it.
“We are in the Lord’s house,” she said pushing him with her hands and wanting to step down from the bed which Damien was unwilling to do so.
“I don’t think there’s any rule that I cannot touch you when we are in the Lord’s or anyone’s house. I will touch
you whenever and wherever I want,” she gasped when he bit into her neck, “I am sure you already know that,” he
pulled back to whisper it and then take another bite without drawing blood but to suck and bite on her skin.
It was early in the morning and this man was already being like this-Ow! He had taken another bite on her skin.
Did he think she was some kind of morning pre-snack? Seeing his exposed shirt and trailing her eyes up, she
scooted closer and up before biting into his shoulder.
She heard Damien wince. That’s right! Always chomping on her, he had to know how it felt. Unfortunately,
Damien didn’t stop and her bite had only urged him on to claim more of her. Turning her body, he got on top of
her while having her back against the surface of the bed. Dipping down his head, he bit more this time and her
hands clutched on him as a sigh escaped her lips but Penny didn’t give up! Using her elbows to get up, she
pushed Damien on the other side of the bed where the foot often rested with both her hands.
Damien was in a playful mood, seeing the girl earn some confidence as she had pushed him and he willingly had
given himself to rest on the bed. After all, which man would refuse when his woman was initiating to kiss and
bite? Only an insane one would.
He could see the spark in her eyes which he enjoyed looking at. Her feelings were slowly shifting from the calm
to embarrassment with a hint of l.u.s.t that her body was starting crave. She leaned forward, biting him like a little
kitten would, the teeth sharp but not sharp enough to hurt which he found it to be quite cute.
Penny didn’t know how adorable she looked through Damien’s eyes if she did know she would have stopped
doing it but unaware of what she was doing by biting him. His muscles were hard to bite on his c.h.e.s.t and
therefore she resorted to herself in biting his shoulders.
Both Penny and Damien were so into it that they failed to notice when three people entered the room to only
stop midway by looking at them. Penny who took another bite from Damien was busy when she heard someone to the side speak,
“Oh my, this is some treat for eyes.”
It was a male’s voice and it didn’t belong to Damien. Her eyes snapped to the side to look at three pairs of legs
and she quickly turned to look at Elliot who had a smug expression as if he were enjoying the scene. Behind
stood Sylvia who looked almost as embarrassed as her but embarrassed for what Elliot said as she covered her
eyes with her hand. Then there was the butler who had eyes cast down on the floor like he saw nothing, continuing to carry an expressionless face.
“I told you to knock on the door!” Penny heard the whispered voice of Sylvia as she glared at him.
“Who knew they were rabbits. I thought they would be sleeping but oh well this is a surprise,” Elliot spoke
enthusiastically. Damien didn’t mind their presence and Penny could tell he instead enjoyed the attention the way
she now sat on him with both her palms resting on his c.h.e.s.t.
Seeing Penny looking fl.u.s.tered, Damien asked, “Did the door vanish?”
“Oh, no, we used to get inside,” Elliot answered and Sylvia only wished she hadn’t followed the man to make her
look like an idiot along with him.
“We apologize for intruding. We’ll leave,” Sylvia started, the butler as if in agreement started to leave when Elliot said,
“We made an extensive plan to go out today. We’ll leave the schedule up here,” he said leaving a rolled
parchment of the list he had made, “We’ll see you both love birds in the dining room,” he sent a wink and
stepped out of the room as Sylvia pulled him by his sleeve.