Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 401 – Don’t Anger A Witch- Part 3
She knew what Damien was talking about but he could have handled the situation without having to throw salt in
the man’s already existing wound.
“My work isn’t to ease his mind. I am not his relative to do it but a councilman. He should have been shot already
for saving the black witches when he could have got them caught. If it was another councilman the magistrate would be dead by now.”
Penny narrowed her eyes, pausing her footsteps and turning to look at Damien, “You didn’t kill him because you
want to use him as a bait,” she pointed out to him.
“Aren’t you learning everything from your prestigious master already,” Damien spoke proudly of her and she
rolled her eyes, “Soon you will be able to outwit others and also understand why we do things we do here.”
“Would you have done the same with me?” she asked him.
“Do what?” he asked her.
“Saying I am dead if I were to be kidnapped by the black witches?” she stared at him, waiting for him to come up with a witty reply which he did usually.
And she then heard him say, “Well, if you are dead I cannot say you are undead, can I?” Penny stared hard at him
where he continued to say, “First of all you are with me. What makes you think I will let a flimsy black witch
kidnap you. No one dares to steal or kidnap what belongs to me,” he declared but that didn’t suffice as an
answer in Penny’s eyes. Her lips pressed in a thin line, she started to walk to where they were headed.
“It appears that you are mad at my answer,” said Damien as he caught up with her, walking next to her with a grin on his face.
Penny gave him a silent look not saying anything. She had never been involved too closely before until the time
when they had gone to Wovile to know how things worked within the council. She could only hope that the
magistrate’s son was still alive and he hadn’t been killed by the black witches. One could only hope as hope was the last thing a person held on to.
She wondered if there was anything she could help with. One way Damien was right for what he did but at the
same time, the lack of tack was something to be worried about. But then she guessed that it was what was
required when it came to dealing with people.
Reaching the bookkeeper’s library, Damien shook hands with the man,
“Good morning, councilman Damien,” the man was lean and slightly old. His
hair on his head was completely white and gla.s.ses that settled on his nose.
“Morning, Mr. Haltman,” Damien greeted the man.
“Good morning, milady,” the bookkeeper didn’t give his hand but bowed and she returned it back, bowing at him
before he took them inside the library which he owned. It wasn’t big but it wasn’t small either, just a good size for
a town’s library, “I received word from Lord Alexander that you needed help in making a book with some copies,”
the man turned to look at them. Penny noticed how the library was empty with no one but just them in here.
The man caught on to her gaze and he commented, “We have been having fewer customers lately,” he said and Damien asked,
“Is there a new library?”
“Oh, no, Sir. Because of Winter we usually don’t have many customers coming in here. People only want to sleep
when they are supposed to be reading books,” he grumbled as if not understanding the youngsters and the
Taking a quick look around, his eyes scanning the racks, it. came to settle on the man to say, “We need new ink
and a parchment book. Nothing big, just a small one with ten to eleven pages. How much time do you think it
might take for completion?” he inquired.
“Might take a few hours, Sir. I have a helper boy who does the writing. Would you want him to do it or would you
like me to do it for you?” the man gave them an option to pick.
“Whichever is faster,” answered Damien for the bookkeeper to nod his head.
Turning his head to the side, the man called, “Owen. Help the councilman in the writing. Where did you go?” he
asked when the person didn’t show up for the first few seconds before coming out through a door.
A young boy appeared holding a couple of books in his hands, his brown hair messy and unkempt. He bowed at
them when the bookkeeper ordered the boy, “The book is going to be eleven pages. Bring your bindings and get
to writing. It needs to be given back by this evening,” turning to confirm he asked Damien, “Am I right, Sir?”
“Any chance for the work to be sped up with a few silver coins?” asked Damien and the boy’s eyes turned wide and he said,
“Consider it done, Sir. Let’s take a seat at the table,” he raised his hand to show the way but before that Damien said,
“I will need you to close the place until our work is completed. It wouldn’t be much of a problem would it?” The
old man obliged Damien’s words, going to the main doors and closing it shut without a word.
Taking a seat at the table, Penny opened the book which she had been carrying with her which spoke about the
moon signs. Lord Alexander had told her not to deviate too much from what was written in here to avoid
suspicion by the black witches. The trick was to change the book in a way that held the same essence as the
original book where they had to imprint some of the initial pages as it was.
The boy named Owen started to write down as he was told. Starting from the first page, holding a quill and
parchment of papers in his hand. When the sign of wolf appeared, Penny said,
“Are you done with it?” she asked, finis.h.i.+ng the previous sign to see the boy nod, “Coming to the sign of the
wolf. This moon sign is considered to be born under the light of the moon with good strength and territorial
characteristics with the pack,” Damien couldn’t help but straighten his back over the good words about his sign
until she said, “Due to the low light, these signed creatures are quick to fight over matters making them petty.
Stingy over the money who behave like peasants when it comes to haggling…” Damien slowly turned his head
with his eyes narrowed down at her. Was she still mad about calling her dead if she were dead?
“Lady Penelope, I think you are reading the wrong line,” Damien slid the book towards him as Penny’s lips twisted, trying to hold back her smile, “See, you’re reading wrong.”
The boy didn’t know why they were dictating the lines when he could just look and write but it seemed that they
wanted to condense the content of the book, “Go on,” the boy heard Damien and he readied his quill.
“The moon sign of wolf is the most talented sign of all the signs present. Extremely good looking with an amazing personality…”
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 402 – Sweeping Brooms- Part 1
The young boy wrote down what Damien said which went on to one page, then two and up to four pages before
ending about the sign of the wolf. It was the most he had written compared to the other signs which they had
finished that was seven signs completed in six pages and the introduction which took two pages. Owen didn’t
know what these animals meant and what the moon signs were but it is his job to write down any request and
make copies of it, he tried not to be intrusive about it and followed what was being told to him.
“Did you get everything written down?” he heard the councilman ask enthusiastically.
“Yes, Sir,” Owen nodded his head. Compared to the lady who sat with her arms crossed listening to them, the
man dictated the lines faster where he had to cope up by writing quickly.
“Okay, let’s get to the next sign,” Damien clapped his hands together when the boy said,
“A moment, Sir. I need to go fetch more of the parchment pages,” said the boy as he excused himself and got to
bring the pages as Damien had given more information on one single animal.
With the boy gone, Penny commented, “I think what you dictated to him was very less,” she said trying to keep a
straight face but the smile peeked out of her lips which even Damien caught.
“I know,” Damien sighed, “My amazingness cannot be contained in four pages. We need to make a whole book
which speaks about me. The kind Master Quinn,” he said, turning to her he noticed she was amused by what just
happened, “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I meant it the very first time when I said to stay by
my side and I will protect you. I thought you were angry,” a smile formed on her lips.
Penny’s eyes twinkled, leaning forward she kissed his lips, “I never said anything like that. You aren’t the only one
who can be playful,” she had only been playing with him. Of course, there were somethings that she wasn’t okay
with but she wasn’t stupid to not know or understand how things worked.
“Come here,” Damien pulled her back for a kiss by holding the back of her neck, reluctantly letting her go
before the young boy entered the room again with papers in his hands.
“Apologies for making you wait,” said the boy, taking a seat in front of them and bringing his pages close to as
he readied himself to listen to the dictation, “I am ready,” he looked up at Damien.
“The fair lady will a.s.sist you further,” Damien said, his hand finding Penny’s hand under the table to hold it.
When the smile continued to play on Penny, the boy wondered what was going on. She cleared her throat before
she started to tell the boy what to write next.
By the time they were done, a decent two hours had pa.s.sed. All the while Damien had continued to run his
thumb over the back of her hand soothingly. Damien and Penny stayed in the book room while the boy copied
what was already written to make copies of it. Taking a seat near the open window, Penny looked at the
townsfolks who walked on the streets of this town. Since the time of Wovile she had acquired the sense to look at
the ground to make sure if there was any marking. She doubted there would be another ma.s.sacre any time
soon but she couldn’t help but be alert after what happened.
Her eyes caught sight of a woman and a girl who was walking in the other direction, her memories not able to
relate to it. Even though her mother had erased her memories, she wasn’t able to grasp the time where they had
spent their time walking down a street. Life had been hard before her mother decided to fake her death and in
many ways now that she looked she was glad that her mother had decided to fake her death and let her
daughter go even if it was for sometime before coming back to kill her.
“I am glad to have met you,” her words came soft on his ears, not wanting to disturb the boy who was copying the content from the written parchments.
“I know,” he answered before adding, “And I am glad to have found you,” Damien looked at her, his attention on
her which was undivided. She couldn’t help but smile and blush, her eyes tearing away from him to look back at
the window as memories of what happened last night flooded her mind. Just remembering it had her body come
alive, every touch and kiss that he had placed of her, trying to remember and hold it as one of the precious memories.
“Did you come out here with your parents?” she asked him.
“I came alone here. I found my ability too soon when I was young and learned how to switch from one land to
another. The only trouble was that I didn’t know I would be bloodthirsty after using it too much.
My mother didn’t like me mingling with Alexander,” he said, Penny who had been looking outside turned her eyes back to him.
“Why not?” she asked. Lord Alexander sure was a brooding man but he had his times where he was caring when
it came to Damien. With decent parents and taking into account the t.i.tle and the money they had, she didn’t
know why his mother didn’t let him spend his time with his cousin.
“Because Aunt Isabelle was a witch,” he answered with a straight face. Penny didn’t comment on it. She was sure
that if the lady was still alive, she would have never approved of her for Damien. She was not only a white witch
but a person who didn’t come from a defined background, “My mother grew up with thoughts of pureblooded
vampires being of superior beings.”
“Was she a first-generation pureblooded vampire too?” she asked, slightly curious about it.
“A second generation pureblooded vampire,” he replied, moving his hand towards his hair to fluff it up and let it
go, “It is a very common thing a pureblooded vampire has. Pride of who they are and how others are inferior to them.”
“Is that why you call others peasants?” Damien chuckled hearing her say this.
“Just sometimes, the rest because they were dimwitted people,” he said, one side of his lips pulling upward.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 403 – Sweeping Brooms- Part 2
By the time Damien knew about his ability, his aunt had already pa.s.sed away but his mother wasn’t happy with
the family. With what his uncle had married into, a white witch who had caused enough problems to the
pureblooded vampires by tapping into the forbidden magic.
It wasn’t known by many on who had caused the binding of the black magic in Wovile but the ones who even
had helped the other creatures by standing against the black witches weren’t well received. The witches were
burnt, either way, be it good or bad.
“I came to visit Alex when everyone was asleep or when I went sauntering out of the mansion but it wasn’t for
too many hours. My mother could turn paranoid when we stayed out for too many hours,” he said calmly with no
emotion in his voice right now.
“I think it is wonderful that you have someone like Lord Alexander to share your thoughts with if you ever need
to,” Penny squeezed his hand. Neither of them had ever hid things between them, opening up about their lives as
the time when by little and little.
Lady Isabelle was a woman Penny had come to admire and it was a shame that Damien’s mother had failed to
see it. Maybe, maybe if the woman had let Lady Isabelle into her life, then maybe they would have found a cure
for her irrecoverable illness.
After three more hours pa.s.sed, the boy had finished writing and making two more copies for them to take.
“Keep this one here. It might turn to be useful,” said Damien letting one of the copies they had first written to
reside in this book room. Giving him and the bookkeeper gold coins, they made their way out to look at the
clouds that had turned dark. Resembling close to the clouds of Bonelake.
They went back to the magistrate’s office to see the man have fallen asleep at the desk with Elliot who was
playing cards by himself as he switched back and forth between two sets that was placed on the table.
Sensing their presence, Elliot turned, placing the cards on the table, “Welcome back.”
“What happened to him?” Penny
Elliot waved his hand as if it was nothing, “He just fell asleep after crying,” he pointed the empty gla.s.s at the
table, “I see you got the books made,” he eyed Penny’s hands.
“Did anyone visit him?”
“None at all. I think the black witch who had been watching us tipped some of her sisters and brothers,” when
Elliot spoke Penny closed her eyes at the error of why she hadn’t noticed it clearly before.
“Oh no…” Penny murmured under her breath, “I don’t think it was the witch who was at the roof. Do you
remember the man who was here when we arrived?”
“Are you telling he is a black witch?” Damien asked. Both he and Elliot had failed to notice it, and even Penny who been studying about the black had noted it.
She didn’t know why she hadn’t realized it before, “It was his hands, they were black and dark. Almost rotten.”
“How strange,” Elliot commented, “I remember his hands being extra clean.”
“Maybe I was the only one who could see it?” she was the only white witch while Damien and Elliot were
vampires who must have not been able to identify it.
Damien then said, “It must be the potion you and Alexander were making,” that was right, “A white witch cannot
identify a black witch. Only a black witch can spot another black witch,” Penny was happy but at the same time,
her shoulders drooped that she might be in the process of turning to a black witch, “Don’t look so glum. You
haven’t turned to a black witch yet, mouse.”
She could do nothing but sigh, “I thought only after a complete transformation one could be called a black
witch,” at least that is what she had thought it was.
“Maybe your internal body const.i.tution is different which is either speeding the process or trying to balance
both the white and black blood in you. I don’t think it is speeding the process else I would have seen your skin
change. Unfortunately, we don’t have Murkh with us and even we go now he’s occupied with other cases. Once
we go back to the Delcorv’s mansion, we will have Alexander check your blood,” Damien patted her head, “Your
eyes are fine,” he a.s.sured her.
Damien went to the desk, pulling the drawers again on both sides to pull out the papers which the man was
signing when they had arrived here.
“What is in there?” asked Elliot, craning his neck to see what was written in there.
“I don’t think the magistrate knew that he was a black witch. The witch had come to check on him, to make sure
everything was going according to the plan that he hadn’t told the council anything about the spitgra.s.s. The
component that is in here is the remaining and last one in all the four lands. The council had got it burnt but the
witches continued to save it,” putting the papers down, Damien sighed.
Penny looked at the man when she heard him mumbling something under his breath in his half-conscious state,
“What if they aren’t going to wait until tomorrow?” she asked them, “What if they are going to come tonight,”
after all it was just a small package of the dried leaves and seeds in it which would take less than two minutes for
them to come here and take it from the man.
“I don’t think we need to wait for that long,” Damien said, his ears picking something in the wind and so did Elliot
who turned to look at the door and then the window.
Penny who didn’t have a keen hearing like vampires looked at them. Walking towards the uncleaned window to
see something swoop right across the window and saw people starting to run with screams.
The black witches were here.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 404 – Witches In Town- Part 1
The people in the town had started to scream as they ran in different directions. Leaving everything they were
doing, people pushed to get back to their homes. Penny and the other two men stepped outside of the
magistrate’s office. She noticed how the situation was as same as the one in Wovile, only that this place was far
less crowded and it was the time of noon.
Screams could be heard of women and men, children running to their parents without following a straight line.
The town looked confused right now.
“I will go take the magistrate and the spitgra.s.s with me back to the mansion,” Elliot proposed knowing that
leaving the person and the poison here was not right. After all the black witches had come to take it right now
without waiting for the day to pa.s.s by as they had intended it to be in the beginning.
“Will you be fine?” Damien asked for the red-haired vampire to nod.
“Yes. I will take the back route.”
“Okay,” Damien and Penny looked at Elliot who went back, turning to Penny he said, “You should go with Elliot.”
“What about you?” Penny’s eyebrows knit together in worry of leaving Damien behind. She knew Damien was
much capable than her or maybe even Elliot but he would be the only one fighting the black witches.
Damien pulled out his gun, checking the bullets that were in there, adding two of them which he had wasted
earlier when they had first come here, “I will be right behind you. The black witches want the spitgra.s.s. Make
sure to protect it. Worse case,” he pulled out metal like a box from his pocket, “Burn it in the forest.”
Penny took the metal box in her hand, opening it to hear Damien say, “You run your thumb from the top to the
bottom of this surface. It will light up like summer,” he then pulled out another gun, handing it to her, “Take this,” but Penny shook her head.
“I brought a few things of mine along with me,” she pulled the coat to show him the gla.s.s tubes and the needles in there.
“Go!” he said,
noticing Elliot who had picked the man as well as the spitgra.s.s with him, moving towards the backdoor. Penny
nodded her head and left Damien’s side to get back inside the office and through the backdoor which was a
narrow alley. It was possible that the witches would come to follow them soon.
With both Penelope and Elliot who had escaped through the background, he brought them the needed time,
keeping the black witches busy as she shot one of them. There were four of them here. One of them being the man who had visited the magistrate.
His aim was sharp and precise, hitting on the black witches who had been floating right near him. Seeing her fall
down from her broomstick in the midst of the chaos, one of the other black witches, her fellow sister, looked at
She swept through the air, moving in a zigzag motion missing Damien’s gunshot which his hands quickly ran the
trigger over and over before loading the guns with the silver bullets. The black witch came straight at him,
cras.h.i.+ng against him. Both their bodies entered the office as Damien had been standing at the door to only
collide and crash. The black witch tried to get to him, stopping his hands from the gun which was going to be
used on her or her other black witch sisters.
When the gun slipped out of his hands, the witch tried to get to his face with her long dirty nails trying to
disfigure him. With her on the top and Damien at the bottom, he noticed that this witch was much stronger than
the other witches he had come across until now. It was as if their strength equaled the strength of the vampires.
With one swift kick, the witch crashed out of the weak office which was made of wood to go back out in the
open. Damien searched for his gun, picking it up and shooting it right at the center of the witch’s head when she came to step inside. The black witch dropped dead.
Damien looked at his arm, dusting it off to step outside the office. He counted the witches again including the
witch he had killed. He wondered if the black witch who had been sitting on the roof had followed Penny and others.
“AH!!! HELP! Somebody save my daughter!” a woman cried out looking in the opposite direction of where he
stood. Turning behind he caught sight of the black witch who dragged a young girl by her dress. Laughing and
cackling to hear the young girl scream, “Mama! Mama!!” the girl flailed her hands, struggling as she was swept
across the ground.
There were guard officials fighting the other two witches while the male witcher came down on the ground,
placing his broomstick to lean across the wall, smiling at Damien who was staring at his fellow witch who was
having her fair share of fun.
“Let me go!” the girl screamed, yelling for help but the humans who resided in here were too scared to involve
themselves with the witches. Most of them didn’t care about the young girl or other fellow humans who were
being tortured by the intruders. After all, they cared about their own life and not others.
One brave soul stepped forward, a low vampire who came to save the girl by standing in front of the path where
the witch was headed in but one should have known how evil the witches could turn out to be. If humans were
selfish, the black witches were far worse than that.
Though the witch stopped flying, having the girl groan in back pain where she was sure her skin had come off
with the way the witch had pulled her. The black witch didn’t let her go and kept a firm grip on her arm.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 405 – Witches In Town- Part 2
Before Damien could go after the black witch who had the girl, the male witcher came in front of him. Stopping
him from taking a step forward.
“We meet again,” said the black witcher, his eyes had turned to slits and his face patches of scaly-looking skin
that was white and black making him look hideous.
“Unfortunately,” Damien replied back. Checking his hands which now looked black just like Penny had told. He
wondered if the witcher had made use of a spell to hide his hands and appearance completely that no one had
caught it before. Even Penny had realized about it after they had returned back from the bookkeeper’s place,
“Step aside you,” he said leisurely putting the bullets in his gun which he had exhausted earlier on the other witches.
“But I am not done talking to you,” the male witcher’s tongue peeked out, slithering itself out and in as he spoke
to Damien, hindering his gaze over the other witch who still held the young woman captive.
“I will make sure to host a tea party the next time we meet so that we can sit without much interference,” Damien
responded back, done loading his gun, he looked up at the male witcher.
“What pretty words you have,” the male witcher continued to comment for Damien to respond back with.
“Not as pretty when I blow your head,” this only made the witcher grin wider, his eyes looking livid at Damien.
“Not before I rip your guts out and have you hang on the tree,” the black witch pulled out something from his
pocket, picking up the sticks like a doll he said, “Do you know what this is?”
“Your representation after you die?” Damien humored the witched while still keeping an eye on the black witch
who was standing far behind the male witcher. The man laughed, his body shaking like Damien had told a big
joke to him. Damien on the other hand only stared at the man.
“Javier! Stop fooling around and kill the vampire. We have to fetch the bag,” one of the black witches shouted at
the man as if he was an impudent fool and Damien couldn’t agree more over it. Damien had given one book
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to Penny while he held the other in his coat. Noticing the book boy standing there with a shocked expression
while trying to camouflage with the wall so that no one would notice him, Damien called him, “Book boy! Catch
this!” without another word, Damien threw the book from where he stood to the boy.
The boy looked like someone had put the light from h.e.l.l for the witches to catch him standing near them. With
the force Damien had thrown the book towards, he staggered the bag with an oof sound, his body staggering back.
“Hold it for me unless you want to die,” Damien shouted at him and the boy nodded his head. With a lot of
townsfolk people who had scurried back to their houses or were hidden behind the trash bins are other places
where the black witches couldn’t see them, Owen turned out to be the special boy. One of the black witches saw
the little exchange, her eyes falling curious about the book which the vampire had thrown at him while also
asking him to keep it safe. Without any hesitation, she swooped right down and at him.
Seeing this, Owen quickly bolted from there. Running with all his might as his life depended on the book. With
the book, he was going to die by the hands of the black witch and without the book he would be sucked dry to death by the vampire.
Right behind the male witcher, a scream erupted through the vampire’s mouth who had stopped the witch from
dragging the girl on the ground. The female started to cackle loudly which had the humans cowering further in
fear to see the vampire fall down with his leg that twisted in his body.
The black witch held the voodoo doll in her hand, playing with it to twist the doll’s arm and the low vampire cried
out again in pain before his head was torn away slowly from his body to fall slack on the ground without being touched.
People around gasped at what happened, the smell of death only getting more evident as the looked at the body
with the head torn. Blood started to spill on the ground, flooding it around the body.
“You all should know by now to not stop a witch when she’s going somewhere. Anyone who tries it will only meet
the same fate as this one,” letting go of the girl, she walked forward, picking up the vampire’s head and dangling
it in the air for the people to see who hadn’t seen yet. The young girl though hurt started to move further and
further away before running away from the black witch who turned to look at her running.
The girl ran past Damien and before the black witch could follow her sacrifice for the day, Penny had shot the
gun right at her feet. The black witch stood still, looking down at her feet where Damien had shot and then
looking back up to hear the male witcher who was in front of him snicker.
“You missed your shot.”
“I did?” Damien c.o.c.ked his head looking at the black witch who irritated, “I am sure I got her right,” it was often
told to aim the witch’s head while going for a kill as the bullets they had created before in the past was never that effective.
Soon the black witch’s fingers and hands started to crumble to dust, moving one inch after another as the black
witch screamed before her voice turned to nothing but an echo.
“You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” the male witcher looked back in rage for killing another sister of his, “Just you wait,” he said
playing with the voodoo doll to hear Damien say,
“Don’t you know that the voodoo doll won’t affect a pureblooded vampire?” Damien raised his hand pointing the
gun at the witcher, “Guess, we’ll have to postpone our tea when we meet in h.e.l.l,” and he pulled the trigger.
Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 406 – Witches In Town- Part 3
When Owen had completed working the books for the pureblooded vampire and the lady who had come with a
bag of silver coins, the young boy had been internally ecstatic. He had decided he would eat the meat pie from
the store which was three streets away from where the bookstore. The meat was something he was looking
forward to, but with the lack of customers to the bookstore came the lack of money where no one paid or
nothing. Even then there were fewer people who would come to look at the bookstore unless there was
something someone needed.
But today was going to be a special day, at least that is what he had thought in his mind when he had received
the silver coins from the owner of the bookstore but he would have never thought it would be different in a way
where he would be running to save his dear life.
Owen was still running even after ten minutes, being chased by the black witch who was having her own fun like
she was poking a squirrel which was going to die very soon. The young was short in stature, at the age of sixteen
he had stopped growing and it had been two years and he was stuck with the short height which made him look
younger than the rest of the crowd.
He quickly stepped into an empty abandoned house nearby but when he entered the black witch entered with
her broomstick, demolis.h.i.+ng the house as she didn’t bother to take the door. Chasing the boy she finally let
go of her broom. Walking when she caught the boy had nowhere else to go.
“You should have thought before entering a house not knowing where you are going. Humans are stupid and
men stupider,” said the black witch, her scales evaporating as she walked towards him, her appearance turning
one of a beauty which made Owen only worry.
The black witches were considered to be one of the most beautiful and handsome male creatures unless they
adorned their true form who looked nothing but hideous. He had a hard
time not thinking how to run away from here after seeing her beautiful face. The black witch could see the
conflicted expression on his face, knowing what effect she had on him.
Owen gulped when the black witch stepped close to him and he tried to mold himself into the wall
unsuccessfully. The black witch leaned forward, smelling the boy, “You smell tasty,” he closed his eyes shut,
scared that she was going to eat him right away, “What did you eat today?” she asked him, her brown eyes
staring at him.
“P-porridge,” the boy answered, praying to G.o.d himself so that his soul would rest in peace, “Please don’t hurt
me,” he shook in fear. All he wanted to eat was meat buns and meat pies, who knew that he would be turning to
a meal himself. Fretting internally, he s.h.i.+vered in fear.
The black witch tore the book away from his embrace and his eyes snapped open. Oh no! The book, thought
Owen. He was too scared to go near her and too scared to leave and run for his life in fear that the pureblooded
vampire would come hunting him if he were to lose it.
The woman looked at the book not knowing that it was created just an hour ago. Her eyes skimmed looking at
the symbols that was etched into, her eyes turning wide in surprise, “Look what do we have here,” she exclaimed
in a quiet murmur.
To think that the vampire outside was holding it all this while. This was far better than the spitgra.s.s leaves. This
was treasure thought the witch as she turned it to the next page, “You appear to be involved with the vampire. I
cannot keep you alive,” the witch was beautiful to look at but every time she opened her mouth, it came out to
be slightly whiny and squeaky.
Owen tried to walk away from her, one step at a time to have the witch stop him suddenly and reach out her
hand for her to catch him and at the same time her head suddenly snapped to look at the vampire who had
appeared at the door where they were.
Damien didn’t give a second thought but shot the bullet for her to dodge quickly. Before he could shoot another
one the black witch jumped out of the window and disappeared when he reached the window. The young boy’s
back hit the dusty dirty wall and he sighed a relief before he realized he didn’t have the book in his hands.
“S-sir, I am so sorry. The witch took the b-book,” he said to hear Damien say,
“Good. You did just as I expected,” Damien said, putting his hand in his pocket and flipping the coin towards the
boy, “Until next time,” he said jumping out of the window that had the boy look at him confused. Had he not
threatened him that he would kill him if he were to lose the book?
On the other side of the town far away into the forest, Penny followed Elliot who was carrying the man as well as
the bag full of spitgra.s.s in his hand. With her hand holding the front of her dress, she ran where she wore boots
which was comfortable to run. The forest was situated right after the village, it was quiet except for them huffing,
especially her where she tried to keep up with Elliot who was a vampire. The temperature in the forest was much
colder than the town itself, the further they ran into the forest which was a short cut to the mansion, the colder
and stuffier the air turned out to be.
Penny turned back to see if there was anyone following them but so far there was no one. Soon the witch who
had been sitting on the rooftop watching them appeared in front of them.
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Penny’s footsteps halted seeing the black witch appear. She appeared to be around her age, not engaging with
useless talk the black witch said,
“Hand over the package and the man, vampire,” she looked at Elliot who had both the man as well as the
element which was required to create the poison against the vampiress to corrupt the core. To the black witches,
it was nothing less to gold. An element that could start destruction and armageddon which would first strike a
town, then the land before it would infect like the plague to the other lands.
Elliot stared back at the black witch, his features looking calm and poised without looking ruffled as if he had
encountered plenty black witches, “I wouldn’t mind handing you the package but why do you need the man for?”
he inquired, engaging the black witch in his conversation. He gave her a pleasant smile but the black witches
didn’t care for it. She was under orders by her other black witch sisters where she had to complete the task of
bringing the man as well as bringing the package.
The boy! Penny remembered, they had the boy, “Where is his son?” Penny asked the witch who glanced at her
with an annoyed expression. She received no response, the black witch completely ignoring her and instead
choosing to answer Elliot’s question.
“He has much good intel compared to the other empty-headed magistrates,” the black witch answered. She took
something from the pocket of her dress, something that appeared to look like black dust or was it ash? Penny
couldn’t tell until she brought her hand forward, blowing the dust and suddenly there was a fire where both Elliot
and Penny had to move away from the fire which the black witch had created.
She was clearly using her elemental abilities. Penny frowned, she had thought it was only the white witches who
could use elements.
How was she doing it though? Asked Penny moving away from them. It looked like the black witch who was
interested only in attacking Elliot which gave her enough time to catch her breath as they had
been running from the time they had left the town.
She tried to figure out how the black witch was able to make use of the ability. Was she perhaps a former white
witch who could use the fire element? She saw the black witch pull out the dust from her pocket, blowing air to it
where the dust caught fire before causing an explosion.
Quickly another black witch entered the scene finding Penny with the book.
“Alina, get her. I will deal with this one,” said the older black witch.
The young black witch switched position, on command she suddenly came at Penny to attack her without wasting her breath.
She wondered how things worked with fire against fire. Taking the little bottle in her hand from her pocket, she
stood there as her footsteps went back one after another. The black witch looked like she was some sort of small
pest she could flick with her finger before squas.h.i.+ng her clean.
When Penny had left the Delcrov mansion in the morning, she had come out prepared with her friendly use
knives that she carried with her. She had to do something about her clothes, thought Penny to herself. Of course,
when it came to hers and the black witch who approached her, they had similar long dresses but Penny was still new.
Just as the black witch pulled out the heap of dust from both her pockets, Penny didn’t wait for her to breathe
fire into it. She threw one bottle after another right at the black witch who caught it.
Well, that didn’t go as planned, thought Penny to herself.
“So stupid,” the black witch commented taking a look at one of the bottles in her hand, “Is this your invention?
Doesn’t even crack in a collision,” unfortunately the black witch didn’t know what it was and pressured the
gla.s.ses that poured the liquid down her sleeves.
She blew the powder on Penelope who jumped away from the spot and suddenly there was another collision but
it wasn’t just the dust the black witch had blown in her direction but also her sleeves that caught fire, sparking
another collision, one after another where the black witch had to throw the coat she wore away which had the
ash-like powder in them.
The black witch looked irritated that she couldn’t use the powder as every time she blew the powder her own self
caught fire and went to an instant explosion. As she was a fire element, it didn’t do much damage as the white
witch only had to dust the fire off her body.
This was going to be difficult, thought Penny to herself. If she were a water element like they had thought, there
wouldn’t have been anything to worry but right now she had nothing but needles for an effective attack. But then
Penny thought she at least had something. As it was already tested, all she had to do was pus.h.i.+ng it into the
black witch but with the fire around, she didn’t know how she would do it.
Yet, Penny couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on her face, “How incapable of not be able to decipher that you
will catch fire yourself every time you try to use it on me,” the black witch glared at her. She pulled out a sharp
butcher knife that was big and sharp, its ends s.h.i.+ning as if she had only got it chiseled this morning.
Penny at first took out the coat from her body. Throwing it on the grounds where she stood. Her dress has
pockets where she had placed the needles. She stretched her arms first, left hand and then the right to receive a
more annoyed look from the black witch who didn’t bother to wait for Penny to finish her exercise when she
came to attack straight at Penny.
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After having a good session with Damien when it came to chasing him and being chased by him out in the
meadow, Penny had somehow learned to dodge away from the black witch who moved her hand in the air back
and forth with the butcher knife that was aimed at Penny.
She moved away every time, trying to defend herself and not able to attack back as the black witch was too fast
for her. There was no opening which made it difficult to even put her hand down for a second. When the black
witch attacked her directly, Penny used both her knives to deflect the hit, pus.h.i.+ng it above her head before
using force to kick the black witch which had her stagger.
This gave Penny an opportunity to run around the tree as the black witch chased her. The butcher’s knife cut
through the air and she moved farther away where the butcher knife got stuck in the tree tightly.
Penny quickly attacked the black witch who moved away from the tree where her knife was stuck. She tched under her breath.
On the other side of the forest where Penny was, Elliot had engaged himself with the older witch who was trying
to get the package as well as the man. The man kept the same pace as the black witch, enjoying himself with
some good fight by making use of his long legs to kick her and have her stay away from what he was protecting.
This time it was Penny who attacked the black witch, not letting her pull out anything from her dress and keeping
the woman busy. She was able to get her knife closer to the black witch’s until the woman caught hold of her had
and threw her across the forest floor, sliding down the forest floor which was covered in snow. The witch had
been quick enough to pick the knife which Penny had been using, bringing it to her ready to stab when a
gunshot echoed in the forest.
The black witch fell flat on her face, the black blood first seeping out before her body turned to dust, leaving an
imprint of the body on the snow. Damien moved his hand to the other black witch but before he could get her,
she escaped from there. Leaving the man as well as the package of spitgra.s.s behind.
Damien walked towards Penny, giving her his hand and she caught it, standing straight to feel one side of her
body hurt, “You okay?” he asked looking at her.
“I am okay,” she gave him an a.s.suring smile when he continued to scan her.
“Do you have your book with you?” he asked Penny, she shook her head.
When she had started to defend herself, Penny had forgotten about the book and had dropped it, “I don’t have it.”
“Good. With this, the black witches will never know about the true moon signs and the ma.s.sacre won’t take
place successfully any time soon with the ritual,” at least not until they realize what was written in the book was
nothing but false information. A complete utter lie that was useless for the black witches.
Damien had initially planned to make one copy of it to store in the library but he knew that creating more than
one would benefit them. Especially if a black witch was prowling in the town it was obvious that they would want
to take it if they made it more suspicious.
“Do you still have the lighter?” asked Damien to get it back from Penny. Taking the book of the moon signs and
tearing out the pages, he burnt the spitgra.s.s along with the pages of the book. This way no one would ever
come to know or make use of it. Penny saw the dried leaves give out smoke and a strange smell that Damien
couldn’t stand long and he walked away from it.
Penny followed him instantly, leaving Elliot who was waving his hands near the fire as if he were freezing.
Catching up to him, Penny came to stand in front of him to see Damien’s face that had changed, seeing it she
pressed her lips. His eyes had turned black, the skin around his eyes showed the nerves like fine lines. His fangs
had appeared but it looked different. Like a rabid animal in the wild. Was it the smell of spitgra.s.s? She could
hardly imagine how strong a pinch of it was and to inhale it in the air even after moving away from it.
He looked as if he were in pain, placing one hand on the tree, he turned away from her. When Penny went to
touch his arm, she heard him warn, “Don’t,” her hand hung in the air but she placed it on his arm.
“I have already seen your corruption before,” she could feel his muscles that had turned tense out of pain or thirst.
“You should keep some distance from me right now, Penny. Did you forget the body in the abandoned church?”
his voice came out hoa.r.s.e. No, she hadn’t forgotten about it. The bodies where every ounce of blood had been
sucked out of them, “I don’t function well with the corruption,” he turned to look at her, his eyes still having that
wild look in them, “You don’t know what I am capable of when I am like this.”
Penny wished she could do something about it. To stop the corruption so that it wouldn’t bother him the way he
was feeling the pain in his body. His expression again started to turn dark. She took a step forward and put her
arms around him to hug him. She could feel his heart beating in his chest, faster than usual. She closed her eyes
when she felt his arms go around her, his hold tightening around her.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Damien.”
She heard his heart calm down after two minutes to hear him say, “My knight with knives and needles,” and she smiled.
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The package that had been saved for months to use it against the pureblooded vampires now was getting burnt
in the forest, going up in flames while leaving smoke up in the forest. Elliot who had been waving his hands next
to it while enjoying the little victory against the black witches while also knowing how furious they would be once
they would find out that their last stack of spitgra.s.s was being burned down with nothing else to grow where
they would never be able to create a potion to trigger corruption in the vampires or pureblooded vampires heart.
The fire and smoke started to fizzle out when he turned around to look at the two love birds who were standing
on the other side hugging each other.
Penny enjoyed the warm embrace of Damien, listening to his heart which was turning back to its usual beats and
she pulled away to look at him. His eyes still black but his face had cleared of any veins that had popped up earlier.
“Do you feel better?” she asked him, worry still marred her face out of concern. Damien picked her hand which
she had placed on his chest. Raising it to his lips to kiss the back of her hand.
“I am doing amazing. How about you?” now that his urge to rip bodies had disappeared, his senses coming back
to him, he stared into her eyes to see if her eyes had turned. How funny, thought Damien to himself before he
said, “Both of us here are having changes in our body. We do belong to each other,” Penny nodded her head. It was true.
“But let’s hope that both of us can be cured of it. I don’t want you killed by the other vampires or humans,” and
she didn’t want to die too. She had no plans to die this soon.
Damien went to hold her face, bending down and kissing her lips, “Let’s fix a cure for it.”
“What are we going to do with this one?” they heard Elliot ask them, who was now looking at the magistrate
whom they had dragged into the forest. The
man appeared to move in his sleep, moving his neck left and right.
Damien glanced at the man who was lying down on the ground, “If the black witches want him as much as his
son, we will need to interrogate further on what happened and why he’s being sought out so eagerly by the black witches.”
“The witch spoke about some intel,” Elliot remembered the one who had died by Damien’s had said it.
“Then we take him with us. Was there any other package where the spit gra.s.s is?” they had looked at the office
but apart from there, there wasn’t anything more that was of their help.
“Nothing at all. I asked him some questions before he pa.s.sed out,” said Elliot, picking up the man and putting
him over his shoulder like he was carrying a sack full of cotton.
“How much did he drink?” asked Damien.
“Hardly one gla.s.s? I didn’t know he had a low tolerance with alcohol,” Elliot answered back, holding the man
with one hand to make sure he didn’t fall down.
“Are we going to look for the witches? They still have the boy” he reminded the two. Penny was glad that Elliot
brought it up. The magistrate would surely look for his boy. Now that the package had been destroyed there was
no saying if the witches would keep the boy alive.
“Shouldn’t we do it quickly then?” Penny asked furrowing her brows. The witches left minutes ago to wherever
they were hidden right now. Once they would know that the vampires and the councilman had acquired the
spitgra.s.s, the witches would have no use of the boy.
Damien could feel Penny’s gaze on him. Her eyes waiting for him to agree to go find the boy and bring him back,
“Take him back with you to Alexander. Penny and I will go find the witches,” Elliot looked slightly taken aback as
Penny wasn’t used to fighting the witches or vampires. The witches who were actually operating the whole
process of bringing the vampires and humans down had only sent their lackeys to do their work. Minions of
lesser strength. At the same time, the lady wouldn’t be able to carry the magistrate back to the mansion. The
pureblooded vampire knew what was best for the lady, therefore, he didn’t go to question the decision.
“Sure,” Elliot answered, “Would you want me to ask Alexander to send some backup?”
“No. Asking others to get involved will only draw more attention from others. Do you have your gun?” Damien
asked, in a second Elliot had pa.s.sed his gun to him.
“Careful you both,” Elliot wished both of them, his eyes s.h.i.+fting to Penny, “Take care, Ms. Penelope,” he hoped
she wouldn’t get hurt. Giving a nod, he took the man with him and started to walk towards the mansion.
When Elliot was gone from their sight, Damien and Penny headed in the direction which the black witch had
gone in. Even though a lone broomstick was there in the forest, it was of no use to them as to start it to fly there
were spells that were to be used which they had no clue of.
“Do you think black witches can really turn people to frogs?” asked Penny as they headed in the direction which
Damien thought was right.
“Not all. It is only a handful of them who can do it. I have come across only one until now,” he answered her, “Do
you need to go back and rest?” he asked her.
“Isn’t it a bit late to ask?” Penny asked him as Elliot had already left. Her body did hurt and she felt exhausted.
With Damien’s torture yesterday in the bed and today with the black witch who had thrown her on the grown.
One side of her back hurt.
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“Your answer was supposed to be ‘No Damien I am fit as a fiddle and am ready to hunt those witches down’,”
Damien tried mimicking her voice which she was sure that she did not sound like. He chuckled seeing her stare at
him, “This is a good place for you to learn. To make use of your entire strength and spells which you have learned
in the church. Practicals are always effective and theories,” he raised one of his brows as he looked at her, his
eyes then moving to look at the trees that breezed air through the forest, “You have been doing well so far,
though I should say you would have turned to a fine dish if the black witch had attacked you if I didn’t interrupt you both.”
“I was doing fine.”
“You were doing more than fine,” he praised her to gain her attention back at him fully, “But just fine is not what I
am looking for. With years that will come by and pa.s.s, I would want you to fight along with me. To have my back
while I will have yours. Though, you will need to upgrade your weapons. To create something which will not
require you to stay too close to your enemies,” he said without sparing a glance at her this time, he looked ahead
with a small smug smile on his face.
“I will do my best!” she exclaimed, her voice full of spirit now.
“I have no doubt about it,” he responded back to her. Both Damien and Penny walked in further and further into
the forest, the parts where the local’s men and women didn’t come to visit or stroll.
The place only turned thick from the scarce scattered trees. The roots of the trees stood out on the ground, like
creepers only that these were thick and they had to raise their legs to step and move forward. Penny didn’t know
when it happened but there was a smoke-like fog that started to move at the bottom of their legs on the ground.
“There’s fog,” Penny said out loud for Damien to hear
who had noticed the fog as they had reached them to spread out, “It doesn’t look like to be part of the forest.”
“It is,” Damien corrected her, his eyes looking lazily over the ground where the fog didn’t move but had settled
itself. They could still see part of the roots like the trees they belonged to were thick and old, “Some parts of
Valeria have these that are part of the forest. They are often called the heart of the forest, telling how these parts
have their own mind. Be careful where you place your feet,” that was something hard to follow, thought Penny to
herself especially when she couldn’t see the ground clearly anymore.
Seeing him push the branches away from their path so that they could pa.s.s through, she heard Damien say,
“Once Alexander and I got stuck in the forest but we did come out alive. It was fun,” his voice came out to be
casual and Penny couldn’t stop focussing one the word alive which he had uttered, “A layman will never dare to
step in here unless they aren’t aware and are stupid. Of course, we are no layman’s children so it doesn’t apply to
us,” he added before Penny would point out anything he just said, “It is called the forbidden dark forest one
should never step into but at the same time if you’re looking for witches, this is the best place to look for.”
“What kind of things are there in here?” she asked, suddenly turning around to hear an owl hoot in the distance.
This didn’t feel like a training environment, thought Penny to herself. It felt more like a haunted forest that she
shouldn’t have followed Damien. The owl continued to hoot in the quiet and deserted forest. So far they were yet
to meet the black witches who had taken the books along with them and the boy who had been kidnapped.
“Just creepy little beings and some tall or wide. I hope you enjoy them,” Damien said grinning at her. Penny
didn’t know why but she had a bad feeling about this. Every time Damien looked at her with that sparkle in his
eyes, there was something big waiting for her.
They continued to walk until something flew in the wind and Damien quickly pulled Penny to his side to let a
sharp knife get stuck in the tree behind them.
“We finally have the company we were waiting for,” he commented turning in the direction in which the knife had been thrown.
Penny was standing next to him, watching with him when she felt something wet fall on her shoulder. As she had
removed her coat earlier, the drop seeped in and touched her skin. Turning to her look at her shoulder, she
watched a black liquid that had fallen on her right shoulder. Another drop dripped down but this time a little
away from where it had fallen the first time.
When she raised her head up, she found a black witch sitting there, aiming at them with an arrow. Before she
could pull out the string, Penny pushed Damien while moving away from the spot to have the arrow shoot and
hit the roots of one of the trees.
“Take this,” Damien threw her the gun which he had borrowed from Elliot. He then pa.s.sed her the bullets.
Unfortunately for Penny, she had only learned by seeing Damien on how to shoot without paying much attention
to how to open and load the gun.
One witch sat at the top, firing the arrows one after another making it difficult for them to stand in the same
place. At the same time, other witches arrived, which included the woman who had previously come to visit the town.
Arrows and knives started to fly in the air and Damien started to fire the gun, the revolver which kept shooting
silver bullets one after another.