Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 71 – Not in the script- Part 1
“What happened? Don’t tell me that you can’t act a simple play like this,” said Damien, going to his bed and
taking a seat at the center as if he were readying himself, taking a comfortable position and picking a pillow from
the side that he placed on his lap.
“Don’t tell me the famous Penelope of the theatre ‘Arison-Ava’ doesn’t know how to act,” this man had really
made a good background check about her, thought Penny to herself. The question was when did he even have
the time to do it?! All this while he was always around in the mansion or in the room unless he was sneaking out
like a cat in the middle of the night after she was asleep. She doubted that was the case.
“Master Damien, have we met before?” she asked him apprehensively already knowing what the answer was
“Does it matter? Now quick,” he rubbed his hands together, “Pick Annabeth’s line from page five as there’s
nothing in the first few pages,” more than guiding he ordered her, waiting for her to start.
Penny who had been working in the theatre before moving in with her relative’s family was someone who had
often looked up to be the female lead which she never got to take part in. Instead, it was always the smaller roles.
She did get a few side roles which were of importance. Already having heard and read about the play as she was
part of the theater, Penny didn’t know why her master was interested in her playing the side character who wasn’t the female lead of the play.
Like many stories, Annabeth was a human but her character was a little different than the sweet and attractive
heroine of the story. She was one of the characters Penny had never taken up and wasn’t that eager to play due
to which Penny had never taken up the role even when it was offered.
She shifted around, with her fingers pushing the pages until she came to the fifth page which was the entrance of her character.
“Do you want me to take a nap before you start so that you can learn the lines?” he asked her, putting a slightly
sad face which was a false pretense! Penny wasn’t going to fall for it but with the word punishment hanging like
an ax on her neck, this wasn’t that bad, she said to herself. At least she wasn’t going to be standing in the rain with her getting drenched.
Penny didn’t have to go through the lines as she already knew most of it. And did it matter if he liked it or not? It
wasn’t as if he was her customer or part of the audience. When she started to clear her throat, she heard him say,
“Go there. You can start from there,” he directed her.
Turning around Penny walked to the far corner of the room.
Clearing her throat again she started to walk in, her head held up high, with the book rolled in her hand as if it
were a weapon, “Where is Mr. Scrutioner?” she spoke loudly, her head moving left and right. She tried bringing
some tears in her eyes. Bringing out tears wasn’t that hard for her but with Damien Quinn sitting there looking at
her like a child-like expression which she hadn’t seen before caught her off guard that she lost the ability to tear
up at the scene. The scene was where the hero of the story had jilted his fiance which Penny was right now playing.
Taking the bedpost to be the person, she looked up at it, “Please don’t leave me Mr. Scrutioner. You promised me
when you bought me the flowers that you would stay by my side.”
“Where did I say that?” said Damien suddenly jumping into the scene which Penny had not expected.
“B-but,” stammered Penny who had with great difficulty tried to remember the lines which now felt lost.
“But what? Where did the flowers say I promised a wedding?” Asked Damien filling up the hero’s role while still
sitting on the bed. He waved his hand for her to continue.
“Does it mean the flowers meant nothing to you? Us meeting under the peach tree only for you to blow away my
words like the wind. Why would you do that Mr. Scrutioner? Did my feelings mean nothing to you?” asked Penny
feeling a little strange that she had now shifted her gaze from the bedpost to look at Damien. She waited for two
seconds wondering if he would chip in his words here but seeing that he wasn’t she continued to say, “I have
given my love to you since I have seen you. Though we didn’t like each other in the beginning, I have come to
like you with your sweet gestures. I thought-”
“What did you think?” came the curt voice of Damien who changed his voice slightly, pushing the pillow away
from him and stepping down from the bed, “Tell me.”
“Mr. Scrutioner,” Penny took a step back. Forgetting the lines, she flipped the pages quickly to read what was
next. Falling down on the floor dramatically, she hid her face to say, “Do you even need to ask?” she asked even
more dramatically which made Damien chuckle, a genuine one that came out by looking at her. Penny made
strange noises as if she were crying loudly, sniffing and shaking her head.
“Oh oh, I am so lost in this world now. The person I believed to be the one for me is now getting married to
another woman. Was I not good enough?” bringing tears in her eyes felt less difficult as she didn’t face Damien
right now. For some odd reason bringing the false tears was hard in front of him and it made her feel that she
was lying which she evidently was as it was all an act.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 72 – Not in the script- Part 2
Damien walked to where she was, “I apologize if something I have told has misled you but we only met under the
peach tree once which was to give you a letter that was to be passed to your brother,” and as he was reciting his
lines, Penny who was on the floor read what was there in the playbook making sure she was getting the lines right.
The next line in the script of playbook read ‘Annabeth snaps her head, looking at Mr. Scrutioner with tear-filled
eyes’. The plays were always dramatic, thought Penny to herself. She snapped her head, her eyes meeting
Damien’s, “It does not justify the flowers and the touch on my hand. Forget it.”
Damien was impressed that Penny had the ability to bring tears in her eyes but the moment it met his eyes, the
tears started to evaporate, letting only her jade green eyes sparkle under the light of the room. Bending down, he
then said, “Forget what?” Penny looked up at him at the change of his voice. Looking at the playbook to see that
wasn’t the next line.
The next line was supposed to be ‘Mr. Scrutioner decides to leave miss Annabeth on stage so that he can go meet his fiance’.
“Umm, that-” Penny wanted to tell him that he was saying it all wrong and also wondered if he skipped to the
next parts not that she could remember any of it.
Damien sat down on his heels, looking at her, “Don’t say forget it when you have only now confessed your
feelings for me.”
“Master Damien, that’s not in the play,” he must have confused it with another play, thought Penny to herself for
him to sigh, “Do you know how long I have waited for you to tell me these words,” his voice dropped to a
whisper. He placed his hand on her face and Penny turned to a block of ice, her eyes not moving away from his
eyes even for a second.
Seeing that he was making up his own lines without admitting that the great Master Damien had forgotten the lines, she decided to play along, “What do you mean?” she asked to play safe.
“What do you think it has been you, foolish girl,” in another instance, Penny would have narrowed her eyes for
calling her that but in their current scene, it seemed to have filled somewhere with unexpressed love which Penny
had believed to be nonexistent and an incapable feeling this man could conjure, “You took my attention since the
first time I saw you. Your beautiful smile and your eyes, the words you have spoken. I remember everyone one of
them. Like a personal diary that I have been saving in my mind.”
Though Damien had been mean to her most of the time, his words struck into her which was often possible while
playing the characters and immersing in their stories on stage. He was a good actor! thought Penny to herself at
the same time his features and expressions that were breaking free from his usual demeanor made her chest feel
queasy. His red eyes looked at her lazily, his pale lips uttering the made-up lines one after another. His black hair
was disheveled, some of them coming to fall on his forehead.
Testing the waters while interested what this part of the story had, she asked, “What do you remember? How can
I believe a man who said a few minutes ago of not claiming to have made the unspoken promise?” she asked
him, gulping in the end when his hand picked the piece of hair to feel it from the top till the end before letting it
go.
“Think what you may but that doesn’t change the fact that you have taken my interest,” the answer felt more like
how Damien himself would answer by evading and choosing to ignore the questions asked.
“Tell me!” said Penny still playing Annabeth, sitting up more properly so that she wouldn’t get a possible
backache with the odd position she had been sitting in right now.
“Why do you need to know? For someone who doesn’t believe in the person, they have feelings for,” he
harrumphed, turning to look away from her as if in disappointment. She didn’t know how to go around it
anymore as they were way past away from the track of the actual play. She stared at him as if they had paused or
the characters were taking time to hear him look back at her but this time there was something in his eyes.
Something unspeakable which made her shiver by the look of it which was more than daunting to Penny.
Damien leaned forward, “Look at my actions more closely. I have always chosen you over others,” he leaned
further close to her. Penny felt her eyes widen at the close proximity they shared with each other. His honey-
coated words making her sway, “Have I ever hurt you?” he asked her, his face coming closer than ever which made her heart thunder.
“Master Damien!” Penny spoke hurriedly.
“What is it?” asked Damien, his breath falling on hers. His eyes had lowered down, his head still leaning.
Not knowing what to say, Penny’s voice came out awkwardly, “W-we are not following the playbook.”
“That story is quite lousy, little mouse. A man with no backbone to refuse nor accept,” Penny was feeling slightly
dizzy. Thankfully Damien did pull away from her where she could again breathe as she had stopped breathing, “I
have to say you are a decent actress.”
“You aren’t bad yourself, Master Damien” she complimented him back, standing up after he stood up, making her dress proper.
“What do you mean bad enough? I am excellent. No doubt there,” he took the compliment generously. Damien
went to sit on the edge of the bed as he placed both his hands behind him, leaning back to stare at her. Penny
stared back at him before moving her eyes not so subtly to look at the fireplace which had burned ashes in them.
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Silence filled the room where Penny avoided Damien and instead occupied herself looking at the fireplace before
placing her eyes on the playbook in her hand. At least there was something to drive away from the awkward
silence which had been created after Damien and Penny played something that was not part of the actual play.
He wasn’t wrong though. The man Mr. Scrutioner was a spinless man in the play who was indecisive. At first, he
wooed Annabeth and then he fell for another woman. The man promised both the woman wherein the end he
decided to go with his new love interest. Men like them were really spineless who had no backbone.
Who knew that Damien had the ability to act so well. Remembering the closeness of his face that was a few
inches away from hers, his breath falling on hers which had her heart thumping loud enough where she was sure
he had heard it in the silent room which was why she was hiding her gaze from him. The cruel master had shown
one side of his emotion which had only been part of the play but she couldn’t refuse to not acknowledge that he
had done a good job which had caught her attention.
Though Penny would have appreciated if he had let her know about them not following the playbook entirely so
that she wouldn’t have played the character so dramatically.
“Since when did you start playing in the theatre?” she heard Damien’s voice float to her ears and she turned to
look at him.
She saw him looking at her, his eyes much relaxed as if the entire view in front of him was sinking and consuming
in his eyes, “It was two years ago. I was a worker in there who had to play a log of a tree.”
“Why a tree?” he c.o.c.ked his head to the side.
“I had only been part of the props where I was delivery items when I was asked to be part of someone’s
replacement.”
Damien appeared to be curious about her progress in the theatrical world, “How did you get into playing from a
log of wood to side characters then?”
Penny smiled, “One of them fell sick and the schedule was tight. I had been there the entire month enough to
learn the little lines which weren’t a lot. Just three minutes.”
“Three minutes is a lot,” he commented for her to smile. It was true. To be an actor or actress, even a minute on
the stage was enough to change the entire course of life. Just that Penny’s course of life didn’t go the way she
wanted it to be.
She could have been given the main roles, to be a well-known actress but before that time could come with a
good pay her mother had fallen sick due to which she had to stop going or rather was asked to stop coming due
to her irregular time where she had to spend time looking after her sick mother.
“What were your dreams before your mother passed away? Were you hoping to take the lead? Be famous?”
asked Damien, his eyes gauging every movement of hers.
“Just have a roof over mine and my mother’s head. Enough food for us to pass the days without having to worry
we might not have enough. Respect,” she whispered. Did it matter if she spoke about it now though? Few dreams
were meant to be dreams, thought Penny to herself.
What Penny didn’t realize that Damien was an extremely clever pureblooded vampire. To him, the girl was an
open book where he didn’t even have to change the page as the page turned itself without knowledge. He could
see and imagine how her dreams might have slipped through her fingers. Respect, thought Damien to himself.
Penelope wasn’t a perfect artist but given the time maybe she could have had the potential to turn to a star by
her hard work where many men and women of different kinds would have willed themselves to come to see her.
And though it wasn’t late right now, Damien had no intention to have her walk in the same path. It wasn’t that he
had anything against a person being an actress or an actor but he didn’t like the idea of a stranger or anyone
that matter to have their eyes on this girl.
If there was one thing one had to know about Damien Quinn. He didn’t share anything with anyone. And this girl
here was off the list for anyone that matters.
To test her, he asked casually, “Do you want to be part of the theater again?” his eyes carefully looked at her lost
expression as if she was thinking about something.
Penny wondered if she wanted to be part of it again, “I don’t know.”
“That’s not an answer. It is either a yes or a no, Penny,” Damien didn’t bother to hint that he was looking for a specific answer.
“No,” she replied back to him for him to nod. Not knowing what was going on in that mind of his, she asked him,
“Have you been interested in taking part in the plays?” and the more she thought the more questions arose in
her mind, “Do you go to see the plays in the theatre?” her question made him ponder, a mischievous smile falling
on his face.
“That depends on my mood. Would you like to be a spectator of the theatre?” he asked to receive a surprised
look from her. He added, “Not the ones you used to play in. People like us don’t go to the theatres like those but
we have other ones.”
Of course, thought Penny to herself. The pureblooded vampires and the other high society people had their own
world of theatre where people like her couldn’t even imagine to take part or even take a peek in there.
“Is there a deal in here?” she asked skeptically as there was always one and Damien doing it things for free was
something hard to imagine.
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“Nothing at all. You doubt me a lot,” he chuckled, “You should put some faith in me,” he said his eyes shining
bright with mirth. How could she when he was looking at her as if he had planned to murder and dump her on
their way to the theatre.
Penny took the time again to apologize. She bowed her head this time earning a curious expression from
Damien, “I am sorry for the glass tube. I will be mindful next time and not touch anything here.”
“I am glad to hear it. If you ended up breaking things especially that belongs to the council. You and I both will
be questioned on it before the council decides to punish you in a way you don’t want to imagine,” he responded
back to her calmly.
Penny had only heard about the council being the law that had enforced on the public but had never got to hear
things in depth which made her curious.
Unable to hold in her curiosity that bubbled in her mind, she asked, “What are the punishments passed on to
one? Are the councilmen punished too?”
“They vary from one mistake to another. Some can be minimal where a person is starved before being let out.
The medium punishments fall from being beaten to starvation while the worst can either be dead or it can turn to
torture where one will be left screaming to the point where the person will have no energy to let out the screams he or she feels.”
“Worse than the slave establishment?” asked Penny.
“Worse than that. But maybe a little less if I think about it,” said Damien to her, “You were covered in bruises on
your head when the day I bought you. Did something else happen in the slave establishment when you were in
there?” he inquired her.
Penny shook her head.
“How did you come to have a bruise right up here,” Damien raised his hand to point it to his forehead. Penny’s
mouth opened as if in realization.
“It was the warden.”
“Seems like you made quite an impression on him,” he murmured as if in thought and then continued to speak,
“Frankly, the council and the slave establishment isn’t that too different when compared to each other. A lot of
unlawful things happen in there but no one speaks about it. Or it is left ignorant to the others in general. A
person can be tortured in the council but in the same way, people in the slave establishment are beaten, starved,
marked with the hot iron rod while also many who go through to be defiled,” Penny already knew that part, “I am
still impressed that you weren’t checked for the slave mark. Be careful not to roam too far away from this place, Penny.”
Penny didn’t know if it were a warning coming from him or to be careful from being caught by the others.
“I am not going to run away,” said Penny, at least not right now.
“I know. You wouldn’t go that far if you tried though I would love to see you try,” Damien smiled at her as if
seeing right through her.
“In two days we have my mother’s birthday celebration where a lot of people will be coming in. Vampires and
humans, some whom you have made an impression with so stick close to me,” the tone in his voice suddenly
turned serious as if he was warning her something bad would happen if she strayed too far away.
“Yes, Master Damien,” Penny was not going to go look for trouble. It was the last thing she wanted to do by
putting the focus of the cold-blooded creatures on her.
“Good. Anyways, how long has it been since you last went to visit your mother?”
“Almost a month.”
“Hmm. I will be going to visit my mother. Do you want to go visit your mother’s grave?” Penny eagerly nodded
her head. Standing up, Damien started to walk towards the door before he said grab the coat. Penny did as she
was told and went to grab the coat before following him outside the room.
Once Damien had paid his respects to his deceased mother, he took her to the old village which was once a
home or at least a home until her mother passed away which then turned to hell in a few hours. Stopping the
carriage, Penny stepped down.
“Go on,” said Damien, stepping down from the carriage but not planning to walk along with her in there.
Compared to the graveyard where Damien’s mother was placed, this place was the opposite where the graves
were placed in a cramped position. Trying to place as many bodies as possible in there. There was dirt filled up on
the sides where Damien pondered over the lack of cleanliness one had in here which was the magistrate’s job to
do.
Damien saw Penny walk through the many other tombstones before she came to stand in front of one of them
which he took note of.
It had been long since Penny had last visited her mother. She hadn’t meant to delay her visit from her mother but
things had been busy. Every time she came to see her mother who laid under this headstone, she was
overwhelmed with pain. She had spent a good time with her mother. She was her only family who was there with
her as they only had each other.
After spending some more time, where Damien stood outside waiting for her to come back. She bid her mother
bye hoping to visit her soon. She wished she could have bought flowers for her but she wasn’t in the position to
buy one right now.
She was not only penniless but also a slave. It also made her wonder if her mother could see her, would she be
proud of still having her head held high? Or would she be ashamed that her daughter had turned to a slave to
one of the pureblooded vampires? Penny didn’t know and with that thought, she went back to where Damien
stood.
“Done?” he asked her to which she nodded her head. Her eyes were slightly wet due to the tears which had
threatened to come out of her eyes.
“Let’s take a walk in here. The weather is all nice and cold today.”
Penny didn’t know what Damien had in his mind right now. As they continued to walk, stepping in to the village
she once used to live in, she could see the villagers watching them like a hawk, “People here are very welcoming,”
said Damien sarcastically as he looked at the people directly in their eyes. The people automatically had to lower
their eyes. Not because he was a high social standing man but his mere clothes and eyes were enough to tell that
this man was not someone to be looked down or pass comments at.
Damien had a presence that demanded people bow down at him. His eyes instead looked down at the humans
where some held the expression of hate which was not let out verbally.
“Which was your house?” asked Damien ignoring the people around until he caught one of the women looking
at Penny and twisting her face away in annoyance.
“It is on the other side of this street.”
“Take me there,” he ordered. Penny didn’t comment and lead the way to her house.
Now that she was finally here, it made her wonder how she had lived amongst these people for all these years.
Their eyes had always been unfriendly but it was only now did she realize after months that how vile they were.
She didn’t have to know that the villagers not only didn’t like Damien’s presence in here but also hers. With the
rumors of her father that had floated for years, her mother and she were the ones to take the backlash of that
one act of her father’s disappearance.
Coming to stand in front of the house which she once used to live she said looking at it, “This is the one.”
Now that she was finally here, it made her wonder how she had lived amongst these people for all these years.
Their eyes had always been unfriendly but it was only now did she realize after months that how vile they were.
She didn’t have to know that the villagers not only didn’t like Damien’s presence in here but also hers. With the
rumors of her father that had floated for years, her mother and she were the ones to take the backlash of that
one act of her father’s disappearance.
Coming to stand in front of the house which she once used to live she said looking at it, “This is the one.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 75 – Round ball of waste- Part 1
It had been too long since she last was here. After her mother’s death, Penny had not returned. With her mother
gone, there was nothing to return too. With the little essential items that were in the house was sold in the
market to the man who sold the items further to others. It was the very money which she had hidden until now
safely at least that’s what she thought it to be in the village where her uncle and aunt resided, which wasn’t this one.
It felt nostalgic to Penny that she had returned here after months that had passed by. The door was locked which
was obvious as after Penelope had left the village, the magistrate had taken the house under his department
which was yet to be demolished until something had to be built. But a human village like this, there was no scope
for improvement. At least that’s what the magistrate and the men one level above the magistrate thought who
didn’t lend any money but only took hold of the tax of the people by cheating them and keeping them as poor
as possible so that they could fill up their own pockets.
Penny didn’t know why Damien wanted to come to have a look at where she used to once live. Turning, she
looked at Damien whose eyes were glued on the condition of the house where the house would break by itself
with a few more rains being hit on the roof. Especially rains that belonged to the land of Bonelake wasn’t gentle
to houses that weren’t built strongly to only let it fall apart in time.
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Damien who had his eyes on the house saw how tattered the house was. His blood-red eyes not only looking at
the house but also taking a look around where he could see from the corner of his eyes at the neighboring
houses where some of the families came to take a peek at them. He was well aware of the intrusion that had
raised the cautiousness in this village because of his presence.
But what he hadn’t expected was the eyes that Penny received from her fellow villagers. There were contempt
and hate directed towards which made him wonder why it was so. With what he had heard about her family, her
father had run away from his wife and child with no word. Or had disappeared as Penny had said. But wasn’t it a
little too much for the villagers to behave this hostile towards Penny?
“Look she’s back,” both Damien and Penny could the not so quiet whispers that went near them. There were
three women who stood with the baskets that were hitched on the sides of their waist.
“I thought she wouldn’t be back with her mother gone,” said another woman, “Look at the strange clothes.”
“Those are the slave clothes, aren’t they?” murmurs went by as if many could hear the words of the woman that
had picked its own wind, “Why do you think she’s come here? A girl who has nothing to do with this village, her
family not being part of it,” Penny didn’t mind the words but she hid her face from master Damien whose eyes
were on the house but his ears tuned to what the women gossiped about.
Damien’s eyes moved like a phantom, from one side of the wall to another with a joker like a face as if he wanted
to hear more on the gossip of what the women at the other side of the house had to speak. When his eyes
shifted from the far end of the house to the group of humans who stood there looking at them blatantly until his
eyes met his for them to gossip much quieter not knowing he could have understood them with his mere
observation by reading their movements of the lips.
Stupid humans without a pinch of sense in their mind.
The woman who stood on the right poked the one next to her as if indicating to move and hurry along after
noticing the mad man of a vampire smiling at them. Penny noticed this too and didn’t know if it was alright to
feel good that the women here were scared of something right now who spoke mindlessly without any certain
base.
“Do you know where the magistrate’s office is?” asked Damien to her, his eyes falling on hers but Penny was still
looking at the women scurrying away. Tearing her eyes away from them, she looked up at him to see a
questionable look on his face, “Did their words bother you?” he asked her.
Once upon a time, it did. More than what she felt now as if she wanted to move away from here with her mother
but they had nowhere else to go. People in her though who were humans and not vampires didn’t stop in hurting
people they could pick on to have their daily sip of gossip and jab for their day to pass by.
A smile formed on her lips, “It doesn’t anymore,” Damien didn’t bother to nod or inquire more about it. Penny
went to answer his first question, “His office and house is the one which is painted blue in color. The one that we
passed by after the shop that was closed.”
“The grey shop with a canal of water running behind?” Damien had not just followed straight to look at her
house but his eyes had taken in every possible single detail that was in the houses he had come across which also
included the people who Penny and he passed by as they walked.
“That’s the one,” Penny wondered how he was able to catch a look of the canal of water which was hidden by the
shop along with the other houses.
Though Damien had started to walk up the stairs which led to the entrance of the office after reaching the
magistrate’s office, Penny stood at the ground. Her footsteps had halted before the start of the step.
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As the evening was passing by for the night to take over with some of the lanterns which were already burning
outside and inside the houses. A lantern was put similarly outside the magistrate’s office. Damien noticing the
lack of the presence behind him turned his face to find Penny who stood without following him c.o.c.ked his head.
“I want you to collect the keys to your house.”
Keys? What was he going to do with it? thought Penny to herself, “Follow me,” he said before turning his head
and reaching the door.
The magistrate of the village was a man who had made money by being a fraud and cheating the other villagers
who were poorer and could barely reach the taxation that was put up at the centre of the village which was
collected once in every month.
The man sat on a chair which was made of thick leather which helped in cushioning his healthy self which was
more than necessary. A thin moustache that was on his upper lips which looked nothing less to two sticks that
were placed on either side as it was straight in nature. Wearing the fur-like coat which he had only bought from
the black market at an affordable price, he sat in the cold weather of the Bonelake while warming his bottom
behind his desk.
Counting the spreadsheet of money which he had drawn upon to see how to swindle more money for himself so
that he could fulfil his wife’s wishes of buying more jewellery and clothes as she demanded from him.
As he calculated the money with a quill in his hand, the front door of his office suddenly burst for a silhouette to
stand at the door in the dark as the face wasn’t visible with only half the light of the lantern falling on the person.
The magistrate wasn’t happy with the sudden outburst of the door where the imbecile fool of the villager had the
audacity to step inside his office without even knocking on the door. It was only a month ago did he punish the
man who had even tried to enter the office to negotiate about the taxation and also the repair that was needed
for his house. It seemed like threatening the man hadn’t been enough, “You must have not understood when I
said you won’t get the funding for the rat-like house of yours,” said the magistrate, his eyes still squinting to see
the man standing there until the person stepped inside the room.
The tall stature of the man baffled the magistrate who in comparison looked like a heap of a ball. The man wore
expensive clothes but that didn’t deter the magistrate of the village. He himself was a rich man even though his
means were crooked. Not letting the man daunt him who had another person standing right behind him, he asked,
“What do you want now?” there was a certain air of arrogance with the question he asked the person who stood
in front of him.
Penny who stood behind Damien in the shadow stayed quiet without a word coming out of her mouth. Having
stayed here for many years, she knew the kind of man the magistrate was. It wasn’t just her but a lot of them
didn’t like the man but in truth, a lot of people didn’t like each other in this village and there were hardly a few
whom she could count in one hand.
It seemed like the magistrate had no clue about who Damien was as he still continued to ask, “Are you going to
speak, you ignorant human.”
Human?
Penny wondered if the man had hit his head across a wall or if someone had hit him on his head for him to be
incapable to see that the man in front of him was not a human but a pureblooded vampire. She then realized
why there the man had mistaken Damien to be a human. It was the setting down of evening where the lantern
that was placed on the table didn’t reach far enough where Damien stood at the moment.
Penny’s mouth slightly parted when she heard a gentleman’s like voice come out of Damien’s body, “Forgive me
for intruding on your time but one of the village men came to speak to me on how you have been unfair when it
came to spending the money for repairing his house,” she couldn’t believe the way he had decided to play along
with one second of time by taking in a few words of what the man had just said.
She noticed that the magistrate hadn’t changed much since she had seen him. On closer observation, she
realized she was wrong. He had added a few more kilos to his body turning himself fatter.
The magistrate scoffed, rolling his eyes as the light from the lantern on his table reflected on his chubby face,
“The villagers forget that I am the one to sanction the money as well as the approval that has to go through me.
Bringing a third person who isn’t part of it is unnecessary. You can see yourself way out of the room now so that I
can get back to my work,” said the man but Damien did not move from there.
“Isn’t it your job to help the villagers? You are their only source of hope,” continued Damien with his gentle
demeanour, making Penny realize that he was indeed a good actor and wasn’t being his narcist self when he had
praised himself.
“The villagers are born in that life. It is their fate that they live through like this without our help. You go helping
every one of them there won’t be any money left to be sent to the council.”
“You refuse to help them?” asked Damien making the man roll his eyes again before dropping the quill that was
in his hand on the desk.
“What did I say about minding your business?”
“You don’t have to be rude, Mr Magistrate. I heard the council provides sufficient money to each of the
magistrates for the good fare of the towns and villages they are assigned to. It is the duty of the magistrate to
look after and plan for the betterment of what he has been given responsibility with.”
The magistrate pushed the chair from the desk, letting it creek nosily before he stood up which pushed the desk
forward due to his belly, “Do you want me to call the village guards to help you show yourself out? Or will you do
it yourself?” the magistrate threatened Damien.
Penny who stood behind her master knew that this was not going to end well.
Her master was only playing the man for his own kind of entertainment and amus.e.m.e.nt until he would be
bored and toss the magistrate out of the street. On second thought, Penny liked the idea of it. For some who had
treated her mother and her lowly, torturing them and taking the money and not let them live in peace this might
be an atonement.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 77 – Snap of a twig- Part 1
The light that emitted from the lantern was blocked from spreading further in the room, not because of the
magistrate but because the oiled cotton stick had started to reduce. Damien looked at the man who had a round
belly with the belt that was worn tightly fitting around his trousers. A furry coat that he wore to cover himself
against the cold. Glancing at the fireplace from the corner of his eyes, he caught the last of the woods that were
burning bright red and orange in color.
It wasn’t his first where Damien caught an official making his own money while letting the poor suffer under his
guidance. This was the case with a lot of villages compared to the towns which were comparatively more
developed villages.
Keeping the sweet demeanor which he had picked up from one of the officials in the council, he continued to
speak seeing the distaste that formed on the magistrate’s face,
“Mr. Linguin,” Damien read the name tag that was placed on the desk, “If it is money I will be sure to fund it,” this
got the magistrate to furrow his brows in question as to why a man who had nothing to do with this village was
willing to pay money for someone who was not related to the poor paupers of this village, “My father is Mr.
Zuknoulen. I am sure you have heard of him.”
The magistrate gave it a thought. Trying to find the name in his brain wondering who it might be. By the looks of
the clothes that the man in front of him wore, it appeared to be expensive. His cunning eyes looking down at
Damien’s expensive leather shoes which looked as if they were only brought yesterday from the store.
“My father was one of the few men who had helped in the initiative of bringing up the village to some shape. I
would be very disheartening if his soul found out in which condition the village was left in. Maybe we both could
put the needed money,” this was enough for the magistrate to narrow his eyes back at the human in front of him.
“Nice try,” said the man coming around the table, his fingers holding gold rings which had stones fitted into it, “If
you think I will believe in whatever scam you are trying by pulling out the money, that is not happening. If you
have a lot of money, give it to me. I will be sure to put it for good use than spend it on the rats who don’t deserve it.”
Damien took a step forward closer to the man where the magistrate stopped his footstep from moving closer the
uninvited guest, “Get out of my office now,” he raised his hand pointing towards the door, “This village doesn’t
need your charity so leave right now before I call the guards and put you in the cells which I am sure you won’t
like.”
“Don’t point your finger blatantly,” said Damien to which the plump man blinked his eyes once and the next
second the magistrate screamed in pain, his voice echoing through the cabin of the room while also spilling out
the voice outside which had got some of the nearby villager’s attention.
“Ahh, Ahhh!!” the man continued to scream. Penny squinted her eyes at the screams that erupted from the
magistrate’s mouth, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
“Twisting your finger? I guess it wasn’t enough of a realization,” Damien pondered thoughtfully before twisting
the finger further where the magistrate who had already turned around in pain to feel his finger being more
twisted.
“STOP IT! Alright, we can split the money. You can put half of it and I can put half of it. We can make the village
just like how your father would have wished for it to flourish,” said Mr. Linguin, the magistrate who heaved for
breath.
What Penny didn’t understand was that how a simple twist to the finger could cause so much pain that had got
the village bully screaming his voice out. She stared at Damien who looked to be in ease. As if he were waiting for
the water to finish boiling which was placed on top of the fire.
“The offer has expired. Now I would like you to pay the whole money without you swindling a single penny from
the families who live here,” at Damien’s words the magistrate looked unhappy and shook his face immediately.
“You think I am stupid?” asked the magistrate trying to show some defiance in front of Damien with his head that
faced in the sm direction as Damien’s, “How the hell are you this strong?” asked the man confused. Humans were
not even half this strong which was why the magistrate who was a half-vampire was trying to wrap his head
around how this fool could have this much power over him when it should have been the other way round.
He had been turned by one of the vampires, turning himself from human to a half-vampire who came at the
lower level of a vampire and pureblooded vampire.
“Why don’t you think a little harder,” at the word harder, Damien squeezed the man’s index finger between his
own two fingers with ease due to which a loud unmanly scream erupted through his thick neck, “I have to say,”
Penny noticed the way Damien’s demeanor changed with one feature to another until he was finished with his
sentence, “For a magistrate you aren’t bright, are you? Who appointed you here?” Damien tilted his head to his
side, looking at the man’s face before he dragged him near the lantern and turning Mr. Linguin around so that he
could look at his face much more clearly.
With the light now that was close to Damien’s face, the light reflected back from his face. Mr. Linguin was only
trying to catch some air with the man in the front who had not let go of the grip on his finger he looked up to
see his face now that it was close for his small eyes to go wide at the color of his iris.
It wasn’t black and brown in color but dark red eyes that stared into his. This person wasn’t a human but a
vampire.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 78 – Snap of a twig- Part 2
“Forgive?” asked the pureblooded vampire innocently. As Damien was part closest to the old lineage of the
pureblooded vampires, it was given that his eyes were a few shades darker than the rest of the vampires, “For what?”
“I didn’t know you were a-”
“A pureblooded vampire? Or the fact that you told me to get out, hmm?” Damien let out his signature smile, the
one like as if he was the most notorious vampire in this land that he walked on, “Bad children should be
punished, don’t you think? What do you think, Penny?” Damien asked Penny who had only been watching until
now without speaking a word.
Penelope had only planned to watch the show but had no plans to take part in it until Damien had decided to
pull her from the shadows. She stepped forward, just one step that let the light touch her body.
When the magistrate’s eyes fell on Penny, he looked surprised by her presence as if he hadn’t expected her to be here.
“Penelope,” said the magistrate, her name rolling on his tongue made her feel disgusted. She tried not to stand in
his full view and instead stood behind him.
“You know her?” asked Damien, intrigue in his eyes as he found the man looking at Penny with fascination, “It
looks like you are well acquainted with my slave,” the word ‘my’ was spoken with a little more pressure which
made the magistrate snap his eyes back at the pureblooded vampire.
“Slave?” asked Mr. Linguin shocked at the revelation.
Penny had dreaded when Damien had first asked her about the magistrate and his office. Since the time she
could remember, this man had done nothing but leeched on to her and her mother when it came to leaving
shameful remarks. Not to forget that particular day where he had done no justice at all.
She still remembered that day as if the memory was brightly burned into her mind. It was noon that was cloudy
with the ground wet with slippery mud. Penny was on her way back home when she was caught amidst two
drunk men who had tried to misbehave with her. While she had only tried to leave the place as quick as possible,
a woman who was passing by only accused of wrongdoings, turning all the fault to her.
“Burn her! Kill her!”
“Trying to lure men in broad light, shame on the girl for dragging our villages name down!”
“She’s a witch and so is her mother! Look at the way they look!”
“Stake them!” a man screamed in the crowd.
“Put her and her mother away!” The voices still resonated in her ears like it was still going on as they were now in
the very same village. The magistrate back then and even now hadn’t changed much. He had offered to ‘council’
her as it wouldn’t be right to throw two females out of the village, he had called her to this very cabin.
She could still feel his disgusting hands that had touched her thigh to move up. Penny had been too shocked
before she realized and pushed him away. His hands trying to touch her where she had screamed to only be
slapped before being sent out. Things had turned even far worse after last year with what had taken place. The
only thankful thing was that she worked in the theatre which was part of the next two towns away, where the villagers here didn’t go.
While Penny was drowned with the memories she had tried to forget, the magistrate was in his own thoughts as
he looked at the pale looking girl. Her beautiful green eyes that looked like liquid glass shining across from where she stood.
Many men and women claimed that the daughter and the mother were witches with their unusual jade-like green
eyes that stood out when compared to the rest of the people who lived in the village with brown and black eyes,
with only a few different colors. But that wasn’t what stood out the most, it was their feature and daunting
features which even made the magistrate doubt but the man knew better than the illiterate peasants who knew nothing about the world outside than their own village.
The magistrate could have been considered to her father’s age but he didn’t find it wrong to make his moves on
the poor girl when she used to live here. Wanting to take advantage of her and her body. It was unfortunate that
after her mother’s death he had already started to devise a plan on what he wanted and how he would approach the girl again.
He had readied himself to get Penelope’s mother’s body to be burnt in front of everyone in the village which
would weaken her soul and would need a comforting touch that he himself could provide. But what the
magistrate didn’t know was that the girl had another family who would take her from here.
To make sure she would have a reason to return back, he had got her mother buried in here with the rest of them
even though many of the villagers didn’t like the idea of it. And she finally did come near the village but she had
turned to a slave? If he knew it he would have brought her from the slavery himself! The magistrate couldn’t
believe his bad luck.
With the two people, the magistrate, and Penny who were thinking about each other, Damien heard and noticed
every movement as well as the beat of the hearts that passed like a ticking watch. He didn’t need Penny to tell
him that something was wrong. He had guessed it right away when she had stopped from stepping on the stairs
of the magistrate’s office. Damien caught sight of every single emotion that came to pass like weather that was
changing every few seconds- shock, disappointment, l.u.s.t. L.u.s.t, Damien thought to himself before his fingers
squished the other man’s index finger before a pop was heard which was due to the top bone of the finger which
had turned to a powder.
“Ah!” the man screamed in the anguish of pain.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 79 – Snap of a twig- Part 3
Hearing the crack and pop sound made Penny’s eyes snap from looking at the man’s finger which he now
embraced as he fell on the floor with his back against the table. Whining and his face in pain.
Penny’s eyes moved from the magistrate to Damien who had a calm and collected expression as if he hadn’t even
touched the person and had caused an immense as well as excruciating pain. It seemed that Damien’s favorite
torturable part in a body were the fingers. The sound in the room where the sky had turned dark and cold, she
could feel her heart racing but it wasn’t out of fear but the shock.
With the way Grace had turned and twisted her arm, she knew to some extent that the pureblooded vampires
were strong but to pop a human’s bone with just two fingers. That would have been unbelievable before but now
that she had witnessed it, her body slightly trembled at the thought of if she would still be having an arm if Grace
had put some more pressure and if Damien hadn’t come down in time.
Damien looked around the room, his eyes roaming before it settled on the magistrate, “Where are the keys to the
houses?” seeing the magistrate still in pain where he failed to answer, he turned over his shoulder to look at
Penny who looked petrified.
Looking back in the front, he walked around the table, opening the drawers one after another as he rummaged
through them until he finally opened the last drawer where the keys were placed on the hooks.
“What’s the lock on the house?” Penny first thought that Damien was asking her the question but he wasn’t
asking her but Mr. Linguin who was still on the floor. Sighing, Damien rubbed the bridge of his nose before
kicking the table which got the magistrate in an alert position, “What’s her house lock number? You must have
changed it right?” it was a common work in every town and village when the house was acquisitioned back in the
magistrate’s hand. It was a routine to change the locks so that the house would not be used by others by
breaking into the house with the older lock and keys.
“I-It is twenty-three,” huffed the man for air, getting up from the wooden floor with great difficulty. As Damien
hummed softly, picking out the key he closed the drawer with a small bang.
“Thanks.”
“W-what about the d-deal?” asked the magistrate when Damien started to leave.
Damien’s hand tinkled softly with the two keys that he held in his hand, “What about it?”
The magistrate looked at him with a bewildered expression, “The half-” he started to only be cut off by the
pureblooded vampire as he waved his hand.
“The case has been dismissed. Now if you want the rest of your fingers to have bones in there, make sure to fix
that attitude of yours. Yes? I knew you would listen, there is no violence needed at all,” said Damien, he walked to
the door, opening the knob and stepping out who was followed shortly by Penny as she didn’t want to stay in
here a second longer alone with the magistrate.
When they stepped out, Penny could see the number of people who had come to surround near the office of the
magistrate while also keeping a safe distance from the unknown vampire and the girl who was shunned. All
Damien had to do was look at the people around to send them stumbling and scurrying back to their houses,
shutting and closing the windows and doors.
Pathetic humans who derived pleasure from others misfortune, thought Damien as he made his way back to the
house with Penny who was a step away from him. He handed her the key, asking her to open it, which she did.
Picking up the lantern which hung outside, Damien shook it to feel the weight of the oil which must have still
been there after all this time. While Penny stepped inside the dark house which was quite small, he plucked the
dried up cotton, dipping it in the oil before pulling out a match stick which he had stolen from the magistrate’s
office.
Lighting the lantern up, he handed it to Penny for her to carry. Placing his hands in the trouser of his pocket, he
looked at the house which could hardly be called a house as it wasn’t even half of the size of his room.
It was empty.
Damien asked her, “What happened to all the things in here?”
“I sold them before going to stay with my aunt and uncle,” she saw him nod as he looked at the walls and the
ceiling. She stared at Damien enough for him to notice without looking at her to ask,
“You keep looking at me like that and I am going to get another meaning from it.”
Penny quickly turned her head to look away from him to see the empty space. With her mother gone and also
the scarce furniture that was there, there was nothing much remaining in her except for the hollow and empty
space which filled up her heart with.
“Do you regret moving out of here?” he asked her curious, his eyes falling upon her to see her looking at nothing
in particular as they were surrounded by the walls.
“No,” she responded back with a whisper in her voice. This was hell compared to the life she had now. Trying to
shift the topic she asked him, “Aren’t you worried that he’s going to complain against what you just did to his
direct superior?”
“Hmm, what is that?” he asked in a murmur before saying, “Are you worried for your master, little mouse,” he
teased her.
“I was only wondering,” she pressed her lips. It seemed like Damien didn’t worry about it as he hardly had cared
about the man’s finger which he had turned to dust.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 80 – In the house- Part 1
Damien gave out a mischevious smile, the light from the lantern casting a shadow which made him look nothing
less to the devil the church often spoke to stay away from. Penelope gave him a look before going to one side of
the wall where there was a small window fixed. Looking around, she picked a piece of cloth to clean the dust-
covered windowpane which let a little amount of light to reflect out from the house to make a person know that
there was someone in the house right now.
She looked outside the cleaned spot to find some of them still curious looking at the house they were in. It had
been months since the last time she had visited where people would have been happy to have her out of the
village after her mother’s death but her appearance had bought a certain distaste in their mouth wanting to spit
out the bitterness of her presence.
Penny had done nothing to them but the villagers hate had stemmed from far for more years when she was a
little girl when her father had disappeared leaving her mother and her on their own. She often had wondered
why it was so. A little girl who had never hurt anyone by words or by action yet she was being hated like an
unwelcomed insect.
When she was young, all Penny wanted to do was to play with the other children. To have friends of her own but
in time the regular pelting of stones as well as the abusive words that were passed at her which a girl of her age
was not supposed to hear. In the end, she had been an outcast along with her mother where they were not
needed. Her head turned, finding Damien who stood at the door looking somewhere up in the sky.
“The sky here is much clearer compared to near the mansion. Must be because of the sea,” she heard him speak,
his voice drifting in the air to reach her ears.
Penelope didn’t know why he had crushed the magistrate’s finger. He could have revealed his identity which
would have not only saved all the hassle but also their time where they could head back from where they came.
But Master Damien wasn’t satisfied with being straight. He enjoyed teasing a person to the point where he could
make the person in front of his cry. Those were tears caused by physical pain.
Penny knew it was wrong to depend on Damien to take out the ire off her chest but hearing the sound of bone
pop had been more than satisfying. In her eyes, the magistrate was a man who had conned not only the poor
people of her village which had included her family but also the higher-ups whom he reported to.
Damien could feel the eyes of the girl staring at him. It appeared that something did happen as she didn’t look
one bit worried when he had popped the bone to powder.
“What happened between you two. What did Linguin do to you that you refused to step on the stairs back
there?” He turned his body so that he could face her, taking a step back he leaned his back over the open door.
His eyes meeting hers in curiosity.
And then the question came to form in her head. Had he done it for her? Torturing the man for her sake. That
couldn’t be true, thought Penny to herself. Damien enjoyed torturing people in general regardless of how others
felt about it. Be it letting others see blood using out of the fingers or letting a person or more hear the painful
screams that erupted through his preys mouth while he stood there with a certain calm expression as if he was
basking in the glory of the pain they felt.
“Why do you think something happened?” she countered back.
“Because it seemed pretty obvious to me that there was something that haunted you. Preventing your mind from
letting your legs move any further. It is one of the most common responses we see in the court council and in the
cells with the prisoners in there who often come by, visiting like a favorite guest,” said Damien, waiting for her to
start speaking, “Am I wrong?”
Penny broke her gaze away from his which moved to look down on the floor before it turned away to the other
side of the wall as she breathed the response, “No,” this vampire was much smarter than what she had calculated
him to be. His intuitive, observative skills were on point which made her wonder what else did he find out about
her or anything else around right now.
“What happened?” Damien pressed an answer from her. Taking a look at one of the lanterns from the next house
that dimmed out as if the folks in there were going to sleep.
“It is an old story which we have buried and forgotten,” she said, trying to step away from the nosey question he
asked for him to only pull her back in,
“It doesn’t look like it has been buried well and forgotten,” upon Damien’s words, Penny gaze went to meet his
where he stared right back at her.
“Is it necessary-”
“What concerns my pet, concerns me as well. It is my duty to make sure you are taken care of. Tell me while I am
still being patient,” he said making her frown. Seemed that Damien had the ability to make one like him a little to
the amount of a small grain of salt before making them annoyed for his overbearing nature. But she wasn’t that
bothered about it right now as she was in a place where she didn’t want to be in.
Penelope knew well that if she were to hint or express her uncomfortableness of staying in here, the vampire in
front of her wouldn’t think twice before camping here for the rest of the week.
