Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 371 – Strolling- Part 2
When Penny and Damien made their way down to the dining room, Penny felt utterly embarrassed for the
position in which the three vampires caught her and Damien in. She wasn’t just on top of Damien but had been
biting him, thinking about it she internally covered her face with her hand while outwardly she kept a straight
face like no one saw nothing.
“The table is quieter than usual,” Lord Alexander commented as he sipped his tea. Unaware of what had happened early in the morning.
While no one wanted to answer and divulge into that comment, Damien was the one to address it, “They caught
Penny biting me,” Penny kicked Damien under the table to shut him up. Did this man have no filter? Of course, she knew he didn’t but she wished he hadn’t said it out loud.
“What were you doing in their room? I thought the room in the right-wing would give you the needed privacy,”
Lord Alexander said with a straight face which only made it worse. Elliot couldn’t stop chuckling and Sylvia could
only offer Penny her condolences. She just wanted to die. She wished someone could give her a shovel so that
she could dig the ground herself and cover the mud over her right now.
“Ow!” Elliot jumped in his seat making everyone look at him, “I thought I saw a bee,” he said when he received
looks across the table before narrowing his eyes at Sylvia who didn’t bother to turn to look at him as she sipped
the soup from her spoon. He then turned to look at Penny, “We apologize for the morning, Ms. Penelope,” he
bowed his head, “Alexander, do you think you can make time for some shopping.”
“Hmm, I think I can spare some time as I am free until evening,” Penny noticed how Lord Alexander didn’t mind
Elliot dropping the title and addressing just by his name.
The five of them headed out leaving the mansion in the capable hands of the butler who had been living here for
many years. The snow had been cleaned and paved to make way for the carriage which they had traveled to
another town that looked similar to the Isle Valley, except that there was no black market in here.
Another thing Penny noted was that there were no obvious looking slaves as compared to Bonelake. She
wondered if it was because the slave establishment and the black market was closed and in Bonelake that made
the elite who owned slaves to show them off or if it was because of the pureblooded vampires who spread the
authority that they believed in over the lower beings. Valeria was the second land after Bonelake which was
densely populated by vampires.
On a closer look, Penny came to realize that there were slaves in here if one watched the people walking closely. It was just that it wasn’t too obvious like in Bonelake.
The carriage had been parked at the front of the town as they strolled down the streets. As Penelope was new to
Valeria, her eyes moved everywhere, taking in the view of the people and the little buildings were there were shops.
Walking beside Sylvia, Penny asked, “Do you know where I can find decent dresses which aren’t overpriced?” she
had no clothes to wear right now and if they were going to stay for a long period of time here in Valeria, it was
only wise to buy dresses of her own size.
“There’s one that comes after the two streets from here. The shop must be open to enter, we can take a look
there,” Sylvia offered.
“That would be lovely, thank you,” Penny was glad that there was a woman to talk to.
It wasn’t that she never had a company back in the mansion of Quinn’s but just that there weren’t women of her
own mindset. Penny came from a background where she wasn’t used to the rich lifestyle. She knew that Sylvia
came from a similar background with the way she spoke and moved, her movements were careful and nothing
outrageous that caught one’s eyes, except for Elliot which made her wonder if there was something between them.
Damien and the rest who walked behind them, heard them interact while they conversed about the latest event
that had just taken place, “Her arm,” Lord Alexander began, looking at the wound that was healing, “Was it the black witch?”
“Yes. They attacked the town two days before the massacre was set up.”
“I hope that you have removed the venom out,” Lord Alexander knew that his cousin had marked the white witch
as his own. His mother had been careful enough to not tap into the forbidden magic and not to fool around with
it but Penelope had only begun to use the magic and she would have to be careful in handling it.
“It has been removed. You should send a notice to all the white witches who work in the church and elsewhere.
The black witches would want to catch a new one once they target a new place to host the massacre,” warned Damien.
It would be months before they would try to achieve for another massacre and if they did they had to be
prepared in deflecting it again. Surely no town would be built without supervision this time by the council.
“I received the letter by the council this morning. Iterating about what took place,” Alexander stated as they
continued to walk, following the two women behind, “They want to run an exorcism for precaution’s sake.”
“Wouldn’t it bring forth every hidden witch in all the lands?”
“It will,” Lord Alexander agreed, “It will also bring the hunters out who want to hunt the witches. It will also bring
me to light. We’ll have to figure it-” before he could finish his sentence, an excited woman’s voice was heard behind them.
This had everyone turn to see who it was. It was a man and a woman, who approached them. The man was
young, probably in his early twenties and the woman looked younger, her eyes black in color. They offered their bows as Damien said,
The woman said, “I have been doing well, Mr. Quinn. It is so good to see you. I was worried when I didn’t receive
your letter after that night,” both Elliot and Sylvia’s eyes shot to the side to look at Penny who stared at Lady Helen.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 372 – Tailor- Part 1
Lord Alexander looked unbothered and so did Damien who only stared at the Lady who had complained about
him having not written back to her after her letter. He didn’t even know which letter she was speaking of as he
was popular, it was hard to keep track of the letters he received.
“What night are you talking about?” Damien tilted his head, his face void, “There are so many nights we spent
together,” Both Elliot and Sylvia looked alarmed hearing this. Was the pureblooded vampire digging his own grave voluntarily?
Hearing this, Lady Helen blushed profusely, “Ah, that…” she tried to contain down her blush which didn’t stop
from showing up on her face, “The night when it was…”
Penelope who stood behind, watching and listening to their conversation couldn’t help but listen more to what
was going on. Did Damien have an affair with this woman in the past? Her jaw was set firmly and her hand which
had settled loosely next to her now clutched on to the bottom of her dress but she didn’t say a word. Yet, at the
same time, she couldn’t stop the jealousy that brewed in her c.h.e.s.t.
She wondered if she should even call it jealousy and it might be that she was uncomfortable about it. To think the
man she was with had a past fling who appeared right now.
Lady Helen’s brother was the one who came to clear the air, saying, “Helen had created the miniature plant in the
pot. She wanted to give it to you after you taught how to do it.”
“It was nothing big. Alexander wanted me to showcase and put the time for some good use,” Damien brushed
away the topic like he didn’t care which he didn’t. It was two seasons ago in Valeria when he had come here for
some good time to be spent with his cousin when he was asked to attend a tea party where he came to teach them how to pot large trees into pots.
“I am Victor, her brother,” the young man introduced himself to Damien and then offered a bow to him and the
Lord. The others didn’t matter as the siblings didn’t know who they were or that they held lesser importance than
these two men, “It is good to have finally met you. My sister has spoken a lot about you.”
Penny looked away not bothering herself with what was happening ahead of her. Instead, she asked Sylvia,
“Would it be okay to head to the shop you mentioned earlier?”
Sylvia nodded her head right away, “Of course. Lord Alexander, we’ll be going ahead,” the woman informed to
get a small nod of approval. The siblings spared a look at the third party before shifting their eyes back on the Lord and the councilman.
“Will you demonstrating another class, Mr. Quinn?” asked Lady Helen.
Damien who had been quiet and following the conversation cut in to ask, “Do I look like a gardener to you?”
“What?” the lady asked taken aback with his response.
He took a deep breath before saying, “It was a simple transplant of the plants. I am sure you will do well by
yourself and don’t need me to supervise you,” his words came out to be sharp where he didn’t bother to
sugarcoat it. There were times when Damien sugarcoated his words but that was only because he wanted
something from a person. To get the job done one either had to use sugarcoated words or had to use a threat
with torture and Damien used both of it.
He didn’t care about other’s feelings as he came to be first. The young woman looked slightly dejected that he
had refused to spend time with her which she had put in subtly. Lifting her face with a smile, she said, “That is
alright. I am sure you are busy with other things.”
Her brother then chimed in, “Lord Alexander, will you be attending the party which Mr. Carmine is hosting this week?”
“Yes, I have some people to greet and meet there,” Lord Alexander replied not adding any further words for the conversation to move up.
“Will you gentlemen be joining?” though the man asked it for both Elliot and Damien, his eyes came to settle on
Damien. As if he were asking the question on behalf of his sister.
“Sure. I don’t see why not,” Damien replied for both the siblings to express their glee as they bowed and left them, “What a way to phrase the words.”
Elliot whistled, his eyes still following the two siblings who hopped on to the carriage which had been waiting for
them. The young woman waved her hand and it was only Elliot who waved back at the girl before he came to say,
“I was sure you spent quite some raunchy night with the girl the way she said it.”
Lord Alexander’s lips twisted in a subtle smile that wasn’t too evident, “We all thought the same. Especially if we take into Damien’s account with women so far.”
The red-headed man laughed, “Oh, milord. I don’t think his count exceeds yours,” he then cleared his throat, “I was told not to lie.”
“You can still shut up,” Lord Alexander raised his dark brow that only made Elliot smile.
Damien added, “It is alright. I am sure we all are aware of Alexader’s reputation amongst ourselves. You really need to move to Bonelake if you plan to kill them all.”
Alexander rolled his eyes, now that the siblings had left they started to walk again, “I kill only the ones I feel I
need to. People who don’t deserve to live and might or has caused trouble. You should be happy I am eradicating
unwanted people from these lands of mine.”
“I think you are doing a good job in taking care of the land,” Damien said knowing well on how much work it
took when it came to managing it. For a magistrate, it was just a town or a village. For many villages and towns
cl.u.s.tered together was the Duke and then came the Lord above them. Seeing that they had fewer cases of black
witches than Wovile and Bonelake, he could tell his cousin was doing a fair job even though he killed people.
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Penelope didn’t bother to turn around to check if the woman was still fawning over Damien. She didn’t care
about it. That was right, who cared about past lovers or affairs he had. Yet, she could feel the irritation and the
slight anxiousness that brewed in her c.h.e.s.t.
“Huh?” Penny turned to look at Sylvia with a questionable look on her face.
“It is okay if I call you Penelope, right? You can call me Sylvia. No need for the formalities” spoke Sylvia. The
blonde woman had noticed Penny spacing out as they walked and stepped into the shop. She was sure that the
girl had not noticed that they had already reached the shop, “We are here,” she notified her.
“Ah. I am sorry for spacing out,” she apologized quickly. She had done back to her inner monologue with herself
without realizing that they had entered the shop.
“That’s okay. It is common to feel jealous when you are in love,” Sylvia smiled and Penny quickly blushed.
“Haha,” she laughed slow and awkwardly.
“You shouldn’t worry about such trivial things. Men and women might flock around but all you need to know is if
the man you love will come back to you after that flocking.”
“How about yourself?”
“Me?” asked Sylvia with a surprised look on her face.
“I mean Elliot and…you,” Penny trailed. Sylvia only smiled.
The shop owner walked in, interrupting their talk with the loud sound of the boots on the floor, “Good morning,
ladies! How can I help you?” he put on his best face to please his customers, “Madame, Sylvia. How lovely to have
you back here.” The man appeared handsome even with the old age that was approaching him. His jaws still
defined and his brows stayed raised. The mixture of black and white hair which was straight in texture was long
enough to settle on his forehead.
Sylvia turned to him to speak,
“Good morning, Mr. Hensely. This is a special guest of Damien Quinn, Lord Alexander’s cousin. I am sure you can
tend to what she is looking for.”
“Of course! How can I be of your service, milady? Let me take a look at yourself,” the man said, pushing his small
glasses back to his nose while looking at her from top to bottom. Penny wasn’t used to this. The tailors or going
to look at clothes before she met Damien and after he started to buy clothes for her.
It was always people using a tape to measure the size of the body but right now the man used his eyes. She looked at Sylvia who said,
“Mr. Hensely is one of the best tailors of the Valeria and also underrated at the same time when it comes to the
prices he places compared to the other dresses you will find in other towns and shops. I worry what women like
us will do once he passes away.”
“Oh, hush you girl. Ms. Sylvia likes to talk highly about my dresses. I do what I need to do.” Seeing Sylvia talk to
the man like she knew him for a very long time, Penny relaxed her shoulders, “Hmm, I think I have some dresses
that might fit you. Let me go back and get it from the storage room.”
The man walked back in from where he had appeared and Sylvia then continued their conversation, “Elliot and I
aren’t like that. We may appear to look like that but no,” Penny only nodded her head, “Elliot liked another
woman or still does.”
Penny leaned forward hearing this. With the way the vampire behaved with Sylvia, she was sure he was flirting
with her but who knew there was something else in here.
“Before coming here to work for Lord Alexander, Elliot used to work in the theater,” Penny’s eyes brightened
hearing this part of the information. There was someone who acted in the theater like her. Damien was not
considered as he was a born actor but to have actually worked, “It was there that he met a girl. Fell in love but
things didn’t work out.”
“She was apparently a black witch.”
“Oh…” that was something that she didn’t expect coming.
“All I can say is-”
“Is that Elliot is trying to woo Sylvia now but she never believes when he confesses his love for her,” Elliot chimed
in as he got closer to them and the other two men stepped through the door.
“This is such a small shop,” Damien commented looking around.
“Indeed,” Alexander agreed to look at the ceiling that wasn’t too far if they were to raise their hand up.
“You should consider giving a raise to Sylvia, Alex. You must be a stingy employee that she comes here to buy
clothes,” Damien chuckled as the Lord stared at him and in the end ignored him.
In that time, Sylvia retorted back to Elliot’s comment with, “What a heap of garbage.”
“Who calls my shop garbage?” came the shop owner with several dressed in his hands.
Sylvia sighed, “No one did, Mr. Hensely.”
“Oh, it is the Lord! Good morning, Lord Alexander,” the man bowed his head to show the pureblooded vampire
his respect. Alexander spared the man with a nod, “Please take a seat here. Let me go get some more chairs,”
saying this, the man dropped the dresses on the table and went to fetch the chairs.
Walking forward, Damien picked up a dress, looking at the texture to say, “This looks like a fine piece but it won’t
fit her. It is going to be tight,” when the man returned back, he said, “Do you have one size bigger than this? Also,
do you have some nice white cream nightdress that she can wear at night? Also, do you make those lace things
for women that you wear in-” Penny’s eyes widened and she placed her hand on his.
“I think that is sufficient for now. Let’s not buy too many things,” she said looking at him. Penny saw Damien give
her a grin and he stepped closer to her, his head bending down to whisper in her ear,
“I wanted to see you wear one of those,” and her face only turned redder feeling his breath on her ear.
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Penny only hoped that the others who had come with them wouldn’t have heard what Damien had whispered in
her ear. The man had no shame. Not one bit and he always proved it, shamelessly. When the tailor appeared back
with two chairs, none of them said anything except for Elliot who went to help the man in moving the chair
across the counter before placing it down for Lord Alexander and another chair which was left empty. Lord
Alexander sat down on the hard wooden chair, crossing his legs and his arms as he looked at the dresses that were kept for display.
Penny didn’t dare to look here and there instead had her hand placed on Damien’s own hand so that if the time
needed she could and would dig her nails into his skin.
With Lord Alexander in the room, his eyes looked bored yet intimidating at the same time, the tailor was on his
work right away, asking Penelope,
“Milady, these are some of the samples that we have. Please let me know if you find anything of your taste,” the
tailor man pulled one dress over another so that she could take a good look at it.
“Do you have something in blue. Maybe in the shade of blue,” Damien was the one to ask, showing his interest in
what she was going to wear.
“Hue. I will need to check on that one, Mr. Quinn. Please take a look at it while I go check if there’s something in
the color of hue for the lady,” saying that the tailor man went to go inside again before coming back to say, “I am
sorry, I don’t have it. If you or the lady so d.e.s.i.r.e to make one I will make sure to get it ready after taking her fittings.”
As Sylvia was the one who brought her here, Penny knew the price for the dress would be much cheaper than
what the elites paid in the fancy shops for the pureblooded vampires. They were going to stay here for some
time so she didn’t mind the time.
“How long will that take?”
“Six to seven days if it’s urgent,” answered the tailor.
“We have enough time for it,” without another word, Damien pulled out the pouch of coins and took out seven
silver coins. Placing it at the top of the wooden counter, “This should be sufficient?”
The tailor bowed his head, taking the coins from the surface and offering a deep bow, “I will have the dress
prepared to the soonest once milady says what she’s looking for.”
Penny felt Damien’s hand on her back, he said, “Get what you need,” this time his voice didn’t appear to be
teasing and he instead walked outside the shop that left Penny confused. One minute he was teasing and
another minute he was serious. She saw Lord Alexander follow him out like they had some business.
“Milady, what type are you looking for? Let’s start with the sleeves first and then move to the neckline. Here are
some designs you might be interested in,” he took the parchment of bind to pull it up on the counter. As he
turned the pages, she caught sight of the different designs that were drawn out. Elliot appeared to be much
interested in the fabric as he chatted with the tailor while Sylvia helped in giving out her suggestions on what
might suit and match.
One would have thought that the men were bored and had stepped out of the small shop for some air but
Damien stepped out staring at something or someone who had walked by.
“What’s the matter?”
“What is the possibility of pureblooded vampires dreaming during broad daylight?” Damien asked his cousin who furrowed his brows.
“Was it her mother?”
“At least that is what I think who walked by. It would be uncanny though. To have someone follow us so quickly
when it has been only a day since we left Wovile and turned up here,” his eyes scanned, “I will take a look and come back.”
“Hmm,” Lord Alexander responded to stand outside the shop and see if there was someone who stood out of the normal.
His dark red eyes continued to stare at the people who walked by, offering their bows where he stood
intimidatingly that had people not get too close but still offer their respect for who he was. A black witch would
not dare cross and step close to him, not just because he was a pureblooded vampire but most of the witches
knew who he was or who his parents were.
In the past when he had only applied for the council, there had been objections by some of the higher elder
councilmen and he didn’t have to be told that these were the very people who had tried to frame his mother
time and time again and were trying to do the same with him in the fear that he was an entity who was a higher
being. After all, he was the son of a pureblooded vampire as well as the first generation white witch.
He had been made to undergo tests to prove that he was not a white witch which had come out to be true as he
wasn’t one. Once Damien had entered the council soon after some years, he had worked together to get rid of
the very same people one by one but there were still some pests who were hard to find out. His hand touched
the pendant that rested on his c.h.e.s.t. The cross had the charm stone in it which once belonged to his deceased mother.
Lord Alexander could only hope that the ill fate that had touched his parents wouldn’t touch Damien and Penny.
With the society that they lived in, people were not just judgemental but also weren’t welcoming when it came to the witches.
He looked in the direction Damien had gone in.
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Damien walked through the streets of the town. The town was an old one which wasn’t as big as the Isle Valley,
maybe not even half of it which made it easier for him to search through the place to confirm that it was only his
imagination but at the same time he was sure that he had seen her mother walk by.
He wondered if it was a premonition. Something that he had acquired from his mother where one could see
things before it happened. There was something different though which made him search through the streets
again before he came back to the shop.
“Did aunt Isabelle have any books with her? Stored some favorites which she must have stacked up when you
were young?” Damien asked Alexander who stared back at him in thought.
“Most of her things have been moved to the West wing as it is not widely used but why?” questioned the Lord, “If
you’re looking for any of her materials she burnt them all.”
Damien shook his head, “No. She burnt only the ones she believed to be accessible to others. If Aunt Isabelle did
write some of the books, then she must have placed a charm on it. Something not everyone can read.
“Care to explain more?”
Damien waited for the mother-daughter duo to walk by them who were visiting the next shop. Seeing them
gone, he said, “You remember the secret of the church?”
“In Bonelake? Yes.”
“There are some books which have been preserved since the time it was built. Books that speak about vegetables.
Even Creed had them in his house.”
Lord Alexander parted his mouth as it dawned on where the books came from which had been carried by the
couple here, “Does the council know you took them from Creed’s house?”
“Not yet, I hope they don’t. I spoke about Creed to Nicholas.”
“So that was the mystery case.”
“You believe it too,” Damien chuckled for Alexander to look to his side, his eyes looking far away in a distance.
“When it involves Nicholas people always die mysteriously. Some of the elders have noticed the pattern for years
and are keeping a close eye on him,” said Alexander, his lips forming a thin line, “I have spoken about it to
Rueben. He must have told him.”
“What a love-hate relationship you both have. It makes me cry,” Damien laughed when he received a glare from
Alexander, “Murkh is still trying to figure out what kind of disease the pureblood vampires are being struck with,”
he still remembered the time when a body had been brought to the council’s lab for the vampire scientist to look at.
“So what about the books?” asked Alexander, turning back to see if the women and Elliot were done talking to the tailor.
“The books are not about vegetables. They are the whole history and secret about the white witches and the
event that took place back then. Interesting?”
“Very. What was Creed doing with it?”
“Possibly waiting for something or someone who could read it. Not everyone can read it. Not even white witches.”
“But Penelope can,” deduced Alexander to see Damien nod, “Why?”
“There are some recent developments that took place. Creed couldn’t get to read it therefore he must have only
collected it to receive nothing in return. Have you seen my black witch? She goes by the name Bathsheba.”
“Might have caught the name. Do you want to track her?”
“She’s a good one. I need her alive,” he then added, “With limbs and hands.”
Lord Alexander smiled at his cousin’s words, “What do you need her for?”
“I got a reading made for Penny. On her elemental ability and it turned out to be wrong.”
“You plan to dismantle her yourself?” Alexander raised one of his eyebrows.
“‘Course, not. What do you take me for? I would do more damage but no. I need to get the reading again,”
Damien ran his hand fingers through his hair, pulling it back and then letting his hair fall back in its place.
When Penny stepped out of the shop with the others he saw her eyes meet his, her eyes looking at him
suspiciously, “Did something happen?” she asked getting closer to him.
“Nothing at all. Did you buy everything you needed?”
Penny didn’t believe it was nothing but seeing Damien who didn’t answer her question, she nodded her head.
They shopped for other things before going to look at other shops which had jewels, shoes, and clothes for men
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and women. After an hour passed where Lord Alexander said he had to go to work, Damien said to Penny,
“I have someplace to take you,” he linked his fingers with hers, meshing them together as he squeezed them.
Seeing the other two off, Damien pulled her along with him, catching her hand closer as they walked down the
“Where are we going?” she asked curiously.
“You will see,” he grinned mischievously before they came in front of a small building where women worked
inside it. A guardsman stood at the front and before they could pass, the man said,
“It is only for ladies, Sir,” when a gold coin was presented, the guardsman bowed to say, “I am sorry, Sir. Only
ladies are to enter this building.”
Two more gold coins were presented that had the guard smile, “Please,” he moved back, letting both of them in.
Walking inside, Penny saw what the fuss was all about a male stepping in here. Thankfully, they were the only
customers in here.
“Yes?” asked Damien like he had no clue what she was going to say. Damien could tell that she was speechless
looking at the garments and the nightdresses that were designed for women.
One of the women walked towards them with her high heels, her expression unchanged as if it were not the first
time the guard had been bribed by a male. She put a smile on her face and asked, “How could I help you, milady?”
Penny was still trying to wrap her head when she heard Damien speak to the woman,
“I am looking for pale pink nightwear which has full sleeves but something breathable which isn’t too tight on the
skin. With low neckline, just up the swell and free flow from the bosom which might touch her ankle and a touch
of waves at the bottom so that it doesn’t look flat.”
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The store woman stared at Damien, not believing that he had detailed out a nightdress one detail to another as if
he had already made his mind with it on what he wanted his lady to wear at night, “We must be having one like
that. Please make yourselves comfortable, I will be back in a moment,” the woman ran away, her heels cl.i.c.k.i.n.g on the floor.
Damien had expected for Penny to be embarrassed, ready to hear from her which she did but it wasn’t what he had expected,
“Such detail, Master Damien. How many nights have you spent with other women that you can iterate every
single detail of what you want?” her eyes stared at him and then she turned away her face.
Wanting to test it out more, Damien didn’t care to clarify what she heard back then and rather enjoyed himself in
the jealousy that she felt, “What do I smell here? Must be the green envy,” he taunted and teased her to see her not turn to look at him.
“I am not jealous,” she responded back, her eyebrows furrowing.
The grin on Damien’s face broadened, “Of course, milady. The girl only wanted to learn and understand my
“I don’t care if she wanted to cut a plant or a forest,” Penny rolled her eyes. The girl was young and she looked
innocent by the choice of words she made which also could have been done purposely to attract the attention of
others. She walked forward, going to look at another nightdress which was on the stand.
“If you were so bothered you should have asked the girl yourself.”
Penny finally turned to meet his eyes, her eyes holding the spark which he now basked in, “You are being
delusional. I was hardly bothered by her or her little pots. I won’t be bothered by someone like her,” that is what
Penny said to him but in truth, she was still curious to know what was that ‘night’ she had mentioned with Damien about.
Damien continued to have the smile on his face and she glared at him when he said,
“I should probably bring Lady Helen here to see what she likes.”
He finally said, “She phrased it wrongly, mouse. You won’t find a loyal and faithful man like me, who loves you so
ardently. I wouldn’t look at another woman,” he confessed and time had stopped still. The little sparks of anger
and irritation that she had carried had dissipated in the air like it was never there, to begin with.
She stared at him.
“What? You didn’t know I was in love with you?” Damien watched her eyes widen further. It was his turn to look
at her with his narrowed eyes, “How oblivious are you?” hearing this her cheeks flushed red.
She knew he liked her, cared for her but this was the first time he had said it directly where she was unprepared
as she felt her heart skipped a few beats. They had spent so much time together now that it had turned out to be
a habit where she looked forward to spending more time with him. To tell things that happened which he
The woman had appeared back with the dress which Damien had described moments ago in her hand, “The
room is right at the corner if you want to try how it looks,” she offered her words.
“Yes, thank you,” Penny quickly hurried to the room along with the dress and locked the door to stand in front of
the large mirror that was stuck on the wall. Her cheeks were red and she had to touch them with both her hands
to feel the warmth on it.
“Idiot,” she muttered under her breath. Not knowing if it was her or him.
Wearing the nightdress, she checked the size to be of her own that made her wonder if Damien had seen this
dress before. Or maybe it was just Damien being Damien. The man knew what shoes to pick, what clothes to
wear, how to style her and he was just good at a lot of things.
Raising both her arms she turned around before noticing the nightdress was not sheer like the sleeves but it sure
didn’t find her assets. Hearing a knock on the door, she heard the lady ask her,
“Is everything alright, milady?”
She opened the lock, her head peeking out to ask, “Do you have something that will cover the front.”
“Yes, one moment,” the lady returned back with something that looked lacy with frills around it, “This should do
it. You tie it from behind with a hook,” the lady advised and Penny nodded her head before going back in the
room. After trying and twirling in it, she finally changed and stepped back out of the room, walking to where
Damien was waiting for her.
She noticed how some of the staff stared at him, their eyes scanning his back and he barely looked bothered by
it. Noticing her step back in view, he asked,
“Did you like it?”
Penny took a few seconds before she breathed in to say, “Yes,” it was unnerving to think on when she would wear
it in front of him how it would be and she didn’t want to scare herself with it right now.
“Wonderful!” he clapped his hands and then looked at the lady that had her nod her head and start to fold the dress that had been picked.
Stepping out of the store, Damien took the bags in one hand of his and with his other hand, he held her hand, not letting it go.
“How do you know so many things? The hairstyle, clothes…” she asked him curiously as they headed back in the
other direction to have a look at the other shops.
And then came the quick reply from Damien, “I don’t know. God must have bestowed me with many talents.”
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They walked down the streets which got busier as the time started to move from morning to noon, the sun which
had come out now had started to go back and behind the clouds, turning the temperature back to one which
was cold. Penny felt Damien’s hand held onto her hand firmly, not letting it go which made her feel like a child as
it moved back and forth as they walked. A smile on her lips at the peaceful time they were having right now.
“Valeria is nice,” she commented seeing the children on the streets play with no care in the world.
“Better than Bonelake and Wovile?” Damien looked at Penny before his eyes tracked to where she was looking at, “Is it the weather or the people?” he asked.
“Both I guess. I grew up in Bonelake, under the thick clouds without feeling much sunlight on my skin and even if
it did, I was always in the house with my mother. Never out playing with others.”
“Do you hate it?” Damien kept his questions short without wanting to interrupt much. He saw her smile as she
“I might have back then. I was young with a child’s heart. I think it is only obvious that I would have craved for
people more than me. I remember there was this girl who was very scared of me. People in Bonelake are much
resistant but here, it looks much more peaceful.”
“It wasn’t the same before,” Damien’s voice chimed in, “Life here has turned around with strict rules. Can you see
the spot there? The two buildings away from the tower bell,” he jerked his head in the direction without pointing
his hand, “It was the place Aunt Isabelle was burnt.”
Penny couldn’t believe this was the same town that Lord Alexander’s mother had been killed. The man had
appeared to be serious, a man of few words but spoke only when needed in the beginning. His appearance was
darker than Damien where Damien used his mouth to be sarcastic with others and poking annoyance, the Lord mostly glared.
Nonetheless, he had accompanied them today with them before leaving for work. To step back where the gore
had taken place where his mother had died. It was hard to face things that hurt. The man was brave to do that.
“Do witches get burned down still?” Penny asked him, her lips falling to a thin line as she thought about the
previous lady of Valeria.
“There are some incidents. Not everything can be controlled but fear helps,” Damien smirked, “You scare the
village and townsfolk enough they will fall in line sooner or later. The black witches are not spared but if a white
witch is spotted by the guards, it is necessary here that they report it directly to the Lord. After what happened to
his mother, he doesn’t want other white witches to have the same fate. I think it is different like that when
compared to Wovile where white witches are not welcome at all by the humans and vampire but then it is also because of the circ.u.mstances.”
She nodded her head. She knew that. It was as if no one was at fault but at the same time, they were at fault.
People who were going to protect had turned their backs and no one trusted anyone.
“I guess no place is safe,” she sighed, her fingers being pressed by Damien.
“If there isn’t a safe place, I will be your safe haven. You can always come to me and I will be there,” he assured her.
Damien had turned to a sweet man, she doubted he changed as he still handled people the same way he did as
before but it was his affections for her that had changed. Making it evident and more open where he didn’t
bother to hide what he wanted to do, say or show.
“I will be your safe haven too,” Penny stated. Damien’s lips only stretched.
“You wouldn’t mind if I killed people?”
“I am sure you have the best interest in me or people you care about when you do it,” she turned to meet his
eyes where he was looking at her already.
“So much trust,” he murmured before saying, “You wouldn’t mind if I killed your mother?” he stared back at her,
gauging her expression.
Damien didn’t judge Penny if she still held some sort of attachment to her mother. She had grown dependent on
her mother all those years. Her mind being erased and brainwashed over and over again where she had turned
docile while she had to be resentful for what her mother did. He had seen the pain and dejection before they had
left Wovile. She was scared to let it go previously, to break away things but the pain had reduced after her
mother had tried to set her up to be part of the massacre.
“You should already know,” her lashes touched her cheeks as she looked down and then looked up back at him,
“I don’t mind if you ripped her head off her body,” she nodded her head in confirmation.
“Consider it to be done,” Damien was glad to hear that from her. This way there would be fewer mishaps.
It was only a matter of time before she would get back all the lost and erased memories. After being fixed then
they figure out why her mother was intent on killing her. He would help Penny with anything she wanted. His
sweet mother-in-law was hiding something that she was scared and yet to not kill Penny on the spot she must have grown some kind of attachment as well.
Attachment or not, in the end, she would kill her and it was only right to kill her.
“Say, how come the black witches haven’t set up Lord Alexander for his witch blood?” she asked in wonderment.
“You have seen that cross that he wears, it suppresses the presence of the witch. The charm stone was made by
his mother. And he’s some kind of mixed creature of the witch and the vampire,” with what Penny knew, making
a red charm stone was impossible. There were many different colors but until now the existing white witches weren’t able to acquire the red stone.
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Returning back to the mansion, Lord Alexander was away and Elliot and Sylvia were on the other side of the
mansion, bickering with each other as Penny and Damien made their way to the right-wing where they were
staying in now.
Placing in the corner of the room what they had got, Penny walked out of the room and into the patio. The
weather was truly beautiful here which felt nice on her skin. The warmth made her feel somewhat safe which
made her wonder why. Turning around, she caught Damien who was changing his clothes to something much
more comfortable than what he wore earlier when they were out.
Hearing the birds chirp outside, Penny enjoyed the moment. Knowing the time they had taken right now was the
calm before the rising storm which would soon come looking for her.
Though they had understood a few things, there were still a few things which they weren’t aware of and she had a lot to learn.
The mansion they were in once belonged to the white witch, Lady Isabelle Genevieve who belonged to the first
generation of white witches. It was an honor to be here and Penny couldn’t tell how happy she was that both
Damien and Alexander were related to each other. People never spoke about the first generation of witches and
it was always termed as witches through which the information was left. People were left to be illiterate who
didn’t know what those old white witches were capable of.
After dinner, Lord Alexander had taken them to the study room. The room was quiet and dark like other parts of
“Mother didn’t leave anything behind except for a few obvious books and details which the council could not
take with them,” said Lord Alexander, walking to one of the walls where the books were placed. He picked them
randomly before going back and placing them on the table, “These are some of the books in here.”
Penelope leaned forward to pick one of the books there, reading the title ‘Warling’s story of the bees’. Opening it,
she noticed it was about bees and flowers but nothing that spoke about the witches or their history.
Both the men looked at her, waiting for her reaction before she shook her head, “It is a normal book. Can you try
reading this, Lord Alexander?” Penny asked, pushing the book to him which they had acquired from the
Alexander picked up the book, “This is interesting. It is about moon signs. You shouldn’t be having it,” Lord
Alexander could read it too! But then that would mean it had nothing to do with the alignment of stars.
“So we have two people who can decipher and read books. More the merry,” commented Damien.
“The story and information about the moon signs were considered to be lost though
I know some of them still have some information passed on like idiots,” Alexander flipped the pages, his eyes
taking in what was written and speaking, “Mother said a few things about it.”
“I thought aunt sheltered you from the witch life,” Damien stated for Alexander to continue reading and then reply with,
“No. There were some bedtime stories which she used that had details about the witches. It is only after you grow
up you come to realize the stories are real,” his expression was grim as he said, “I think even though she wanted
to keep me away from the witches, she still wanted to tell me about her heritage of where she came from. Where
I belonged too and it wasn’t just the pureblooded vampire. Probably to have some compassion to the witches.”
Lord Alexander looked at Penny, asking her, “Did you read this?” she nodded her head.
“Not everything but some part of it.”
“What did it say?” he inquired not having the time to go through what was written in it right now.
“Each signs behavior and how to identify them by the pattern and characteristics. On what they do and what
might be their possible fate…” Penny trailed when Alexander’s face only turned grimmer.
To test her knowledge and how much she covered the book, the Lord asked, “Can you tell me what sign I belong to?”
Penny stared at him, having been put in the spotlight right now she tried to remember what she read in the
scarce time she had found, “You isolate yourself. You prefer to work alone and the past that you carry is what you
have learned and have applied. Quiet, yet dangerous with the way people look at you. Your presence demand
respect but it makes one think if it is because of the position or for who you are as they are scared knowing what
you are capable of making them wary of you yet talking to you in polite greeting,” she paused, trying to gauge if
she had got his characteristics before saying, “You are a spider.”
Lord Alexander stared at the young white witch who appeared to have potential. The same promising potential
his mother had which she had not used after she married his father, “What about Damien?” he asked, testing her
further. Damien and Penny had never discussed his moon sign but Penny had caught his sign with just a glance.
“Wolf,” she answered Alexander who nodded his head, twisting his lips and sighing loudly.
“I take that it’s not good to have this book,” Damien chipped in his thoughts. Closing the book and handing it to Penny, Alexander turned to his cousin.
“No, it is not. Follow me,” he said to have both of them follow his footsteps when he went to the shelf of books
and pulled the lantern that was hanging in there to have the shelf move and make way to a passage, “Penelope,
you have potential but at the same time I would advise you to not get in the eyes of the council. What Damien
doing is right but once your name comes up in the council there would be no way out. Once a person gets stuck
with the council it is for life.”
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Penny knew that Lord Alexander only meant well as she was related to his cousin and she was right when she heard him say,
“Damien and your relationship aren’t too far from what my parents shared. The creatures they came from and
who they were, maybe just improvised version. I don’t think I would like to see Damien heartbroken and wither
away if something ever happened to you. It is good to consider that his life resides in your hands now because of
the bond,” Penny had never thought about it like that until now. She knew that pureblooded vampires placed
bonds but she didn’t know that it was serious. She turned to look at Damien with a frown on her face.
“Stop scaring her like that, Alex,” Damien tched, turning to her he said, “There’s nothing to worry about.”
“I am not scaring her,” Alexander’s voice was serious as they walked through the dark path the lantern in his
hand, “I am merely stating the truth.”
“Tell me more,” Penny said as she didn’t have much idea about the bonds.
“You should ask him yourself, Penelope. Because I don’t know what kind of bond he’s placed and only he can
explain it,” when Alexander didn’t explain it to her, Penny turned to Damien for answers where he ran his hand
through his hair which he mostly did out of frustration.
“Why won’t you tell me?” Penny asked. She never knew putting herself in danger would automatically put
Damien in the same boat, now that she had heard part of it, she wanted to know more about it than being ignorant about it.
Feeling her unbroken gaze, Damien finally said, “The bonds the pureblooded vampires leave on their partners is
life long. It is something that ties both the souls where they form a sort of sync where if one person dies, the
other follows. If you die, then I will die in time too. The bond doesn’t take into consideration if I am a
pureblooded vampire who has the ability to live long or not. It is a soul contract. And if something were to
happen to me, you would follow. Very few have survived the break of bonds.”
“Okay,” she whispered, taking in what he said which wasn’t too hard to understand except for how it happened.
Was Damien ready to die for her sake? he did confess that he loved her but she didn’t know it would be deep
enough for him to tie their souls to each other.
“See, it wasn’t that hard,” Alexander raised his brow looking at Damien when they finally made it to the wooden
door. Taking his chain, he took hold of the pendant to push it into the keyhole and turn it around which clicked
open, “This was built by my father for my mother so that she could store what she had in here. Though a lot of
things are useless in the eyes of humans as well as vampires, only the white witches who know what ingredients
each of them smells like will know what it is.”
“There are no labels in the secret room of the church too,” Penny added to his words. The room needed a bit
more brightness than what the lantern provided for one to be able to look at what was in here. There were some
books in the corner which was stacked in the corner. It resembled similar to the council with the various looking
flasks that had unlabelled potions in it.
“Which is why you will find most of them useless yet the witches have continued to store and save them.”
“You did too,” Damien pointed out the obvious.
“These are mother’s few last things which I have saved. We all have something of our mothers,” Lord Alexander’s
eyes fell on the chain and the pendant that Penelope now wore, “I feel that it might come to be useful someday.”
“May I?” Penny asked Alexander’s permission before she would start touching that was in here. Children were
often privy to their parents and belongings that belonged to their family.
“Please,” Lord Alexander moved aside, going to stand next to Damien to whisper carefully, “Did you say she has a hunter attached to her?”
“One so far. I will have him taken down if he’s still alive once we return back to Bonelake.”
“Why not keep her here? You do know Valeria is the safest place for her right,” Alexander asked, looking back at
Penny who walked in front of the potions and looked at them closely.
“I rather keep her near me than a place where it’s termed to be safe.”
“Lovestruck vampire,” Alexander shook his head.
Damien grinned like a young man in love, “Is it that evident?” he asked his cousin, Alexander rolled his eyes, “It is
why I am on off duty right now. I traded Nicholas’ silence over the matter of what happened to Creed with my day off here in Valeria.”
“He must be very delighted to know that. Does he know about her?”
“I think he has an inclination just like most of us do for what is taking place. What was about the moon sign? The
humans have sun signs too but they don’t fret over it,” Damien questioned his cousin, his hand reaching to the
lantern to increase the flame of it.
“When a ritual is formed the black witches or the white witches need ingredients to perform and complete it.
Apart from the minuscule objects, they need a witch. If it isn’t a black witch and if like Lord Henry said, it isn’t a
white witch. It means it is me that they need to complete the unbinding as one of the direct blood,” as Penny was
looking at the potions lined in the open shelf, she turned around when she heard what Alexander just said,
“Your mother was one of the witches who left the binding magic on the black witches’ power?” Penny couldn’t help but look in awe by hearing this.
Lady Isabelle wasn’t just a first-generation white witch but she was one of the few witches who had fought back and stopped the black witches!
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Alexander answered Penny, “Yes, she was one of the few. The massacre makes use of the moon signs. Initially,
when the white witches were noting them down, they noted it for pulling out energy without harming the people
but as time went by and the greed increased, they started to note down and kill the people with certain signs.
Signs who have elemental properties which is why most of the books that were written down were burnt,” the
man paused for a second and then said, “A lot of people think it was the vampires and the councilmen who burnt
everything that belonged to the white witches but the truth was that it was the white witches themselves who
had burnt them in the hope and effort that no one would ever know about it but it looks like the books still exist.”
Penny had read about some of the moon signs but she didn’t know that it would link to the massacre.
“Who do you think got these then?” she asked him. It must have either been stolen.
“We don’t know. The only thing that mattered was that the people who fell in certain moon signs would be in
trouble. They destroyed a lot of things along with it. There must be a diary that belongs to my mother here. She wrote it down when she came here…”
It had been years since the source of black magic had been closed by the first generation of white witches.
Witches did live long, thought Penny to herself in her mind. She had been assuming that they had the same life span as the humans but it wasn’t so.
Lord Alexander walked to one of the stacks, pulling one book after another, lifting them up to pick a small book
which was hidden in midst of the other books, “Here, you go.”
Just when Penny opened it and looked at the handwriting, she said, “I know this…I think it was your mother who
wrote the books which we have.”
Damien took a peek at the book but he found no difference, he could only come to assume that like the books
that had been put under the enchantment, similarly the handwriting was perceived differently.
He could also see that Penny was awed by his aunt Isabelle and was turning to be one of her admirers like many
others. He was sure even Alexander had caught on to her little excitement.
Flipping the first page she read some of Lady Isabelle’s thoughts and they were similar to the things she had
written in other books. But this one was more mature in the writing. Even the words had slowly progressed down
that felt calm as if she were in peace. Her hand ran across the page to feel the texture of the parchment under
‘Life has turned out to be peaceful now that I am here in Valeria. I sometimes worry at night when my mind is
empty, wondering if I did a mistake by leaving Wovile but it seems to have done better for me. I am thankful for
my husband who brought me here, to have met him was the good fortune I was looking for with my beautiful boy who is now two.
The life I left behind me and the people, I wish there could have been better ways of handling it. To know that
some of the things would happen and that the few that were left could have deflected it but now that it has been
done. I hope the dark side that we have locked and buried down hoping to never see it surface while keeping
every other creature safe.
People have taken the white witches unkindly for the deeds of the black witches and what they have done. First
chased away and then burnt down in the hopes to finish the entire lineage of the witches. But over the years I
have come to believe it was the black witches who were trying to hunt down the black witches by using others
just as a means to reach us.
I am the last standing white witch of the first generation and I know there will be a time when I won’t be able to
save myself but I can save the family that I have built. In hope, that no harm would fall on them.’
There were some more pages where she spoke about Lord Alexander when he was little and about how loving
her husband was. By reading the contents in there she felt her c.h.e.s.t feel full of love. It was obvious that the
lady was dotted and she loved the family she had made here. Closing the book she gave it back to Alexander,
seeing him take it and place it amidst the books again as if he didn’t want anyone’s eyes to fall on it.
All the first generation white witches were dead. Anyone who was looking at the facts could tell that the death
didn’t take place due to misfortunate events but because the white witches were eliminated one after another.
If Lord Herbert was right about the massacre, the black witches would never be able to find out and unbind the
magic. Lady Isabelle had protected her son so that the black witches would never come to harm him if they were
to know that it wasn’t the white witches but him, a witch of a darker version. A dark witch.
She had read something in regards to it but she had taken it to be in reference to black witches, not realizing it
was a whole different kind of witch.
Damien then said to Alexander, “I will have a talk with Rueben about the books to be hunted and burned. And
create a whole new set for the curious humans that would not be important and can be ignored,” this way it
would avoid any unnecessary reason for the humans to poke their nose or the black witches to have their hands on it.