Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 81 – In the house- Part 2
“It was a year ago when I was getting back after I was done with my work in the theater. On my way back home I
was grabbed by two men who were drunk and had no conscious,” as Penny relayed the story to Damien, the
pureblooded vampire pulled out a cigar from his coat. Biting the end of it and using the same matchbox to light
the cigar that was placed between his teeth,
“Though I came back home safely, after an hour villagers came at the door, banging it and shouting. Claiming
that I had tried to lure men. One of the women who was walking by felt it to be the case. Calling out names as
usual,” she smiled sarcastically, exhaling from her mouth, “They pulled me and started to…throw things at me. My
mother couldn’t do much about it as her sickness had only invaded her body making her sicker with every
passing day. After some time the magistrate intervened, telling he would talk and settle the matter when in truth
all he wanted was to run his hand on my skin,” her voice appeared distant.
Damien took a deep swig from the cigar, his mouth blowing out the smoke which he had inhaled after some
In complete seriousness, he asked her, “What did he do to you?”
It appeared that Damien wanted the specific details and just knowing the man had touched her wasn’t enough for him, “It was my legs.”
“Which part?” Damien could see the uncomfortableness that formed in Penny’s eyes but right now she was his
pet and boundaries between them were something that he did not appreciate.
“From my knees to the top of my thigh. Closer to the middle,” Penny stopped at that, pressing her lips.
“Most of the people in the higher position will take opportunity and pleasure with what they can make use of.
There are only a few who don’t and mind their work. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. I will make
sure he knows to follow up with this village’s work diligently,” taking another puff from the cigar, he let the smoke mingle in his chest to release it in the wind.
The faint smell reached Penny’s nose making her draw her eyebrows together at the smell of it.
“I know that,” it was an obvious fact after all. People with power always trampled on others for their own use and purpose.
“For a local man or woman, people above them are always daunting and difficult to approach. But then it is not
about approachability we are speaking of here,” Damien had pulled out the cigar from his lips so that he could
talk much clearly, his fingers holding the cigar in between each other, “If for you he is someone you are scared of,
there is someone above him who he is scared of which in turn makes everything into a similar pattern of food
chain. He just knows I am someone you should not mess with and he knows to not go complain unless he wants to perish from these lands.”
Seeing him take another puff, Penny asked the question she had been meaning to ask, “Master Damien?” which
gained the attention from him were his eyes and eyebrows lifted to look back at her, “Can I ask you something?”
“You already did. Ask,” he signaled her to go on.
“Why did you decide to buy me?” After what Penny heard from Lady Maggie about Damien hating slaves
because of what happened to one of his acquainted friend she wondered why did he spend the hefty amount on
her. In the few days that she had known him, she had tried to figure him out.
For a few seconds, Damien didn’t answer her making her wonder if her words had reached him or he had decided
to choose to ignore her, “Because it is you,” came out the simple few words which didn’t feel simple at all.
What did that mean? asked Penny to herself.
He then asked her, “Does this house hold any sort of importance to you?” throwing the cigar on the ground, he stepped on it with his expensive boots.
She shook her head.
“Hmm,” he responded back. Pushing himself forward to stand straight, “Lock the door. I will meet you outside
near to where the carriage is parked,” with that he left her before walking away from the house, his footsteps falling one after another on the wet ground.
Penny looked around the house, remembering some of the moments she had spent with her mother. With the
way the mother and daughter had lived with each other all alone, there weren’t many happy times to remember
but only a few countable ones. And even though they were only a few, those precious to her. Times like when she
had plucked plants that could be eaten from the forest with her mother. Her young times were the most beautiful yet sad at the same time.
She touched the walls wondering if the wall could speak if it would reiterate the memories she had lived in the
past so that she could miss her mother a little less. Her eyes prickled, her face feeling warm as her chest started to feel heavy.
She stepped out of the house, pulling the door closed and locking it.
As she worked on locking the door, placing the lantern down and turning the key, a shadow lurked from behind a
house, its height small and a hood that was covered as the person continued to look at the girl who was locking
the unused house. The person didn’t take a step forward or to the side, with one of their hand that was placed on
the wall of the house, the person continued to stare at her.
Once she was done with the lock, Penny picked up the lantern and placed it on the hook outside the house. Diming the light until the fire exhausted itself.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 82 – In the house- Part 3
With the screams that had taken place in the magistrate’s office and a vampire strolling openly, the humans had
gone inside the house to lock their windows and doors tightly.
The village held no fond memories and as she walked she could feel the glares which she tried to ignore. Walking
to where Damien stood who had been looking at her from afar distance.
“What about the key?” asked Penny for him to say.
“I am sure the magistrate wouldn’t mind me borrowing it for a bit,” smiling he turned and stepped inside the
carriage and Penny followed him. When the carriage started to be pulled by the four horses in the front of the
vehicle, the village went away and far until it disappeared behind the forest trees. The night sky which had been
cleared started have clouds forming in the sky and soon in the middle of the night, it would start pouring the
expected rain on to the ground.
Days passed by until the day finally came where Quinn’s mansion was decorated in style for the celebration for
the deceased mother of Damien and Maggie. It was the time of noon where Penny could see from the room how
the servants were running around while trying to not make it obvious which was obvious to get the last
preparation done in the mansion.
As the curtain of the night pulled over with the clouds threatening with the growls of thunder and lightning that
tried to break free from the sky so that it could descend down on the ground, guests slowly started to arrive from
the forest through the bridge.
Penny who stood looking at the people from the window of the room noticed the men and women who wore
grand clothes from their head to toe. Some wearing accessories such that it covered half of their faces. Walking in
with the air of the vampire and vampiress, she saw them exit inside the mansion where her eyes couldn’t reach after that.
“Penny,” called Damien who stepped out of the bath with a towel that was wrapped around his waist. When she
turned around, she felt her heart trying to stutter while keeping her mind straight. This pureblooded vampire had
no ounce of shame in his body. She was sure that if she were to ask him about it, he would reply back to ask her
with what shame was?
The black towel that was tied around his waist hung low above the two bones where she felt like she had to
splash some water to get her mind straight. As he had only got out of the bath, there were drops of waters that
slid down his hard chest. From his shoulders that trailed down to seep into the towel that tied around. It hadn’t
been the first time since she had seen him like this. It was like her master wanted to tease her relentlessly.
“Pick out the red shirt from the cupboard. Something that would match the trousers here,” said Damien
mindlessly as he went on to rub his wet hair that was sticking on his forehead.
She did as she was told, pulling out the darkest red which was placed at the far end. Taking it, she closed the
closet door to bring it to him, “Is this the one, master Damien?” asked Penny for him to hum in approval.
After the incident that took place in the village, Penny was somewhere grateful for him taking the revenge which
she would have never been able to do. Maybe if she was a vampire that would have been an easy task and a
different case. She hadn’t asked him and he hadn’t told her why exactly he had broken the man’s finger but
somewhere it made Penny wonder if it was for her sake. At the same time, she wondered if it wasn’t. After all, why
would Damien do anything for her?
When Damien’s hand reached the top edge of his towel, Penny’s eyes quickly snapped to look away which
Damien found to be rather cute on his slave. His lips twisted and he decided to play,
“Mm!” he exclaimed, placing his hand on his eye which caught Penny’s attention.
She wondered what happened suddenly to ask slightly worried, “Are you alright, Master Damien?”
“I think something went in my eye,” he said rubbing his eye.
“Let me take a look,” forgetting about his current state of attire he was in, Penny stepped forward and placed her
hand near to his eyes to look into it, searching for something that not there. After ten seconds did she realize her
closeness with Damien. Stepping back she said, “It must have gone away,” she took another two steps back from
Penny turned away, her faces suddenly heating up as she closed her eyes. Ah, stupid Penny! She closed her eyes
to scold herself. Without thinking she had gone and placed her hand on his face to check. Not knowing what he
might have thought, she didn’t dare to turn back, hoping he would start dressing. Hearing the shuffling of
clothes she let out a sigh of relief when after some time she heard his voice coming from right behind her that almost startled her,
“Okay, big mouse,” Penny’s eyes widened and her head snapped around to look at him wide-eyed, “Don’t look so
shocked. If you don’t want me hearing what you say, don’t say it out loud. Stupid mouse.”
Was he going to keep adding every other adjective behind the word mouse, not that she was okay with him
calling her as a mouse. Seeing that he had worn his shirt and the trouser where he was yet to tuck in, she
wondered what he wanted from her, until he said, “My sleeves,” he lifted his hands up so that she would button
the cuffs of his sleeves.
Once she was done with it, she heard him say, “What’s got you so red?”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 83 – Guests at the Quinn’s- Part 1
“I don’t know what you are speaking of, Master Damien,” Penny kept her ground, willing her heart before it even
started to thump in front of his curious eyes and ears that were attuned to her right now.
The smile that was on Damien’s lips didn’t change, staying right there on his face which made her wonder what
he was up to now. The man took a step forward, almost close to her to say, “Shall we rewind back the time and
see what happened to get your cheeks red? What a dainty little mouse you are. Oh, pardon me,” he said as if in
an apologetic tone, “Big mouse. I am a good master which you need to appreciate or which owner would go
changing the names just for the sake of his or her slave. Right?”
“Please don’t call me big,” it not only sounded odd but came out really oddly through his mouth as if he was trying to annoy and get on her nerves further.
“But didn’t you object of me calling you a little mouse?” his head c.o.c.ked. Now that he stood near her for longer
than the time she had stood previously, she could smell the soapy smell that came emitted from him. The fresh
and clean smell which would have made any women drawn in closer to him but Penny was no ordinary girl.
“Apologies for the earlier remark. Master picks the best names,” Penny praised him, lowering her head to hear
him chuckle where she lifted her head.
“I know,” leaning closer to her only made Penny to move back where her back leaned for him to say, “Lean any
more than that and you will fall back right on your bottom. Penelope,” her name rolled on his tongue, his eyes
“Yes, Master Damien?”
“Do you remember what I told you a few days ago?” he didn’t answer her, waiting for her to remember while
making sure she was good at listening and following his instructions.
“To not wander too far and stick by close,” her answer was satisfying to his ears.
As the sky continued to grumble, she could feel the clouds that friction against each other drawing closer the
lands nearby where one could see it much clearly. It was as if the clouds were trying to draw in closer yet they
didn’t come near and stopped where ever they were. Her hands pressing on the edge of the window from which
she saw, she heard Damien say,
“The celebration will start soon,” and at the same time, she heard a bell ring loudly, the sound of it resonating
across the entire mansion like a beacon to everyone who was far away and to let the ones who were entering to
Straightening his back, he turned around leaving her standing there while getting ready for the party that his
family had arranged. Penny wondered why Damien had been stressing about it. It was the second time for him to
remind her to stay close to him.
What was he worried about? asked Penny to herself. Damien was an odd man whose mood didn’t fluctuate,
rather it stayed on the crazy side of the scale which was most of the time constant. She wondered which other
vampires were going to step in here today.
But the vampires and vampiress which Penny was supposed to keep a watch for had already entered the
mansion. It was only time when they would come to meet each other.
By the time Penny stepped out of the room with Damien in front of her he was dressed in a suit with his red shirt
that was tucked in. A black coat that hugged his shoulder and top of his body which was left unbuttoned without
care. The newly bought leather shoes slipped on to his feet which only looked chic with the attire he wore. His
usual hair which often dropped on his forehead was now combed back.
As they stepped down, Penny caught sight of the many guests who had come to attend the birthday of the late
lady. Unlike many others who were dressed to the notch, Penny wore her regular slave clothes which were the
oddest among the rest of the people who had come to Quinn’s mansion. While a lot wore expensive clothing, the
dress that she was looked nothing less to a vegetable sack. If she didn’t know better with Damien who had
bought her two pairs of shoes which she was yet to wear, she would have guessed that in the name to save
money he had pulled out the sack and made clothes out of it.
Though the guests greeted Damien, bowing their head no matter how old or young they appeared to be, it
seemed like the man was well known who demanded authority in his presence. After all, this was his house and
party though he hadn’t helped in getting any of it ready.
“Master Damien, happy birthday to your mother,” two women who had been standing talking to each other
turned to wish him. Their eyes were red but not red enough to hold the same status as him. But their clothes
were made of fine material which could be considered to have been purchased from Isle Valley town.
Penny had expected him to give his thanks by taking the wish but instead, he walked right past them as if they
had not been there at all. She wasn’t one of the two women who had wished him but that didn’t mean she didn’t
feel the awkward atmosphere that had been created with his aloof or prideful behaviour where he didn’t consider
to give a look at them. Walking behind him with her head bent down, she decided to quickly follow him than let
the awkwardness hit her too. Walking past the women whose face had fallen, she saw the proud back of Damien,
his shoulders wide which was covered in the coat that he wore.
She was only following when she caught many eyes that fell on not only her master but also on her, their eyes
lingering longer than necessary which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 84 – Guests at the Quinn’s- Part 2
Penny stood right behind Damien, her head looking down often without meeting any guest’s eyes while Damien
spoke to a few of the guests. Talking and using his words sarcastically where Penny was sure that the guests
smiled because they had no other come back to give.
“Mr. Quinn, you should come to visit our farmhouse. Father only got it renovated two weeks ago. Should I plan
for it?” asked one of the women who had flocked around them or to be specific around him.
“Why not. We can have the next tea party there,” humored Damien, “What do you think?” he asked looking
around to hear a murmur of approval.
A man who stood next to the woman who had spoken about her farmhouse asked Damien, “Mr. Quinn, I heard
your last expedition was a success. How did it go?”
“It must have gone well, of course,” spoke another woman with full of praise for the young master Quinn.
Damien’s eyes sparkled with some unknown mischief which Penny didn’t seem to observe as her eyes had begun
to roam across the room due to boredom. With having no one to speak to and only following Damien around,
she didn’t understand why he had brought her outside when she had nothing to do. She could have stayed up in
the room but then she wondered…if she had stayed up in the room she could have made a run. It wasn’t that
easy but the opportunity of the day seemed to be the most feasible one.
Penny tried to come up with a plan in her head as she wondered how to slip through from here so that she could
disguise herself to be one of the guests.
“Yes, it went well,” as much as Damien enjoyed pulling out facts from others, he didn’t like giving information of
his own. Not so subtly he shifted the topic as if someone cut the thread of the current conversation with a scissor,
“How has your suitorship going, Lady Yuvaine?”
On hearing the familiar name, Penny’s eyes very carefully shifted from the ground to look at the lady whom she
had previously met at her mansion. She was the same woman who had worn the dress which Penny had skillfully
torn. Thinking about it made her sulk as she remembered that day.
Lady Yuvain gave out the sweetest smile which Penny could tell was nowhere close to what she actually was. It
was clear that most of the young lady who had gathered around them were only here to gain his approval and
attention as the pureblooded vampire was not only a bachelor but also the direct heir to Quinn’s estate. Not to
forget the charming quality he held which often won over people even though his words were as hot as iron that
could cut and embarrass anyone.
The young lady, looked down at the ground as if she were blushing before raising her eyes to say, “Didn’t my
father speak to your father?” she asked him.
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Damien gave her a clueless look like he didn’t know what she was speaking of, “Hmm? About what?”
Everyone’s eyes came to settle on the young woman in the curiosity about what she was talking about. Lady
Yuvaine blushed further to say, “About our marriage?” everyone’s eyes widened which included Penny who
looked at Lady Yuvaine and then Master Damien. They were going to marry each other?
“Our?” came out Damien’s dead voice which was enough to freeze the lands around the mansion. Lady Yuvaine
looked surprised at unfriendly tone Damien had used with her, “I haven’t agreed to marry anyone,” his lips then twisted up, his eyes cold.
“Have I expressed my undying love to you, Lady Yuvaine?” asked Damien for her to slowly shake her head. Lady
Yuvaine who was used to Damien’s charming nature for the first time was experiencing his cold behavior.
“No, but I thought…”
“Just because Grace wants to marry your brother, using her to get to me,” he paused before saying, “I find
women like that to be disgusting. Not that my sister Grace is any better,” everyone held their breath as he said it,
a smile breaking on his lips, “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,” he said leaving the group and walking up to
Penny saw Damien walk towards a man who was dark-haired vampire, his blood-red eyes staring right through similar to Damien but a little more intimidating.
“I didn’t know you were going to come,” Damien exchanged a hug with the man as if they were long lost friends.
For a moment it made her curious to think that Damien had friends not that he couldn’t but his character was
quirky enough to send one running to the hills before they were tortured.
“I wasn’t,” the man answered the cross that he wore taking Penny’s attention. The red stone in the cross appeared
to be something more than a normal stone was. She didn’t know why but she was sure it wasn’t an ordinary
stone. something swirled inside it which made her snap her eyes up at the man, his eyes as red as Damien
himself, “Rueben called me, asking me to be present in the court proceedings and meetings due to the recent
increase in the deranged vampires. Vampires and humans,” it seemed that he spoke only half the sentence but
Damien had no difficulty when it came to filling the rest of the words as he gave a nod to the man.
Seeing Penny standing behind Damien, with her odd attire which stood out, the man raised his eyebrows, “You
bought yourself a slave,” the man’s words weighed as if trying to understand what just happened where as
Damien let out a wide mischievous smile on his lips,
“Meet Penelope,” Damien introduced her to the man, Penny’s eyebrows along with the other man as it was the
first time Damien had introduced her without calling her pet or slave, “Penny, meet my cousin, Alexander Delcrov.
The Lord of Valeria.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 85 – Cousins- Part 1
Penny looked at the man who looked intimidating. His presence somewhere that made her feel daunted, his red
eyes staring right into her but she didn’t back away. It wasn’t because Penny was trying to stand her ground by
revolting on the status of her clothes right now. It was because there was something about him which made her feel wary.
“Little mouse,” Damien broke her gaze with his name for her as he spoke to her, “Alexander’s father and my
father are cousins which make us second cousins,” Penny could see the same amount of depth in Lord
Alexander’s eyes, the color very much familiar to Damien.
The man named Alexander broke his gaze away from Penny to ask Damien, “You bought a slave.”
“Is it so surprising?” Damien’s head c.o.c.ked to the side.
“After what happened to Meredith,” the woman’s name on Alexander’s lips made Damien smile further but his
eyes getting distant and hollow, “Direct me to the drink,” with that, the Lord of Valeria took Damien along with
him while purposely leaving Penny behind in the midst of the crowd.
“What’s the matter?” asked Damien when they went to stand near the walls where not many were around.
“Who is she?” Alexander stared at his cousin, their eyes meeting each other at the same wavelength as they were
of the same height, “There’s something off about her,” said the Lord without beating the bush. Damien stayed
quiet, looking away from his cousin to look at Penny who looked lost and alone in the hall, his mouth twisted.
One side of his lips pulling up to a smile but his cousin looked barely amused, Lord Alexander’s expression didn’t
change, “You already know,” the man confronted, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowing.
Damien gave his cousin a smile. The servant who was walking by with the tray above his shoulders with drinks on
it Damien stopped him, picking up two glasses and giving one to Alexander.
“She doesn’t appear to be human,” spoke Alexander, his head turning to look at Penny who now had walked to
the other side of the hall so that she wasn’t getting the attention which she wasn’t looking for,
“You should know better than to bring a slave into the mansion. Especially after what happened to Meredith. Not
that I believe that you will receive the same fate but wasn’t it understood what humans are capable of?”
Alexander asked Damien who had been swirling the drink in his hand.
“I am well aware of the intentions but you forget who I am, Alex,” the smile on his lips turned to one which was
cunning, “It was unfortunate for our dear friend to lose her life in the hands of her slave whom she had been
feeding and giving roof. I don’t believe slaves. Never have,” he took a sip from his glass, the wine bursting on his
taste buds before he swallowed it down.
“What makes you think this one is different?”
“What do you think?” Damien asked the question back for Alexander to look at his cousin skeptically, his eyes staring for some time before saying,
“Your mind works oddly, Damien. It is hard to even imagine what reasons you got her,” the Lord chuckled,
glancing at the girl again he then asked, “You called her by her name,” Alexander looked back at the girl who
stood quietly, her eyes trying to consume and take in what was in front of her, the crowd which bustled richly like
bees without giving her a look. Even if one did, it was one of disgust to look down at her.
“My relationship with the slaves has never gone well but when has it ever gone well with anyone? Slaves have
always been weaklings that couldn’t get back to where they were, falling deeper and darker into the pit where
there is nothing to do but follow orders. That is how they have lived. Latching on to their owners like a parasite
but this one isn’t,” Damien took another sip. His eyes lazily looking at the guests who were in the hall.
“You want her to latch on to you? Meredith died because she believed the boy was innocent, kind and everything
nice. It is one of the reasons why vampires especially pureblooded vampires don’t allow the people who are
lower than them to get close. It is a person’s folly to let their guard down to only be killed. You and I both know
that slaves have resented their masters and mistress. With the lone fact that they were sent to the slave
establishment because one day they would be sold to someone like us. The hate stems from that point and not
after meeting their owners,” Alexander knew the woman named Meredith who was an acquaintance and a friend
of Damien since they were young. By age, Alexander was only two years older to Damien but his cousin was
much mature in his own quirky way that strangers found it hard to understand.
For someone who didn’t care about it anyone, Alexander found it rather odd that his cousin had picked up a
slave from the establishment or from the market when he wasn’t fond of them.
A slave’s nature could be categorized in two forms. One who was docile and followed what their owners had to
say while the second one who didn’t follow through often ended up dead. The sad part of the high society was
that the people who belonged to that status could do anything they wished with the slaves which also involved
death as they found it fit to be.
A lot of issues and discussions had come up over the years in the council of men. Some who didn’t think it was
necessary while some who wanted to protect the lives as there were a lot of cruel people who cared less about
the slaves by having their neck snapped or killing them brutally which they didn’t deserve to go through.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 86 – Cousins- Part 2
As Damien completed his drink, Alexander said, “Changing a slave’s nature with what they go through is difficult,”
he said it because he knew the ways of the slave establishment. Though the establishment was not located near
Valeria but near Woville and Bonelake, Alexander being one of the four lords kept his eyes and ears on everything
that moved and breathed.
Damien nodded his head, knowing what Alexander was speaking about. The pain and torture one went through
in that place broke one’s very soul and resolve. It was one of the main reasons many slaves were turned to
obedient, willing beings who depended on their owners for shelter and care. While also fearing the torture which
might come to one if they did something disagreeable in their eyes of the master and mistresses.
A person who entered that place never came out to be the same. People who were strong and unwilling to
change often ended up being trouble there before they were either broken down to the point they turned their
entire personality or worse killed.
“Who told she was a slave?” came out Damien’s words making Alexander raise his brows.
“She’s not a slave?”
“Just for the sake of the name. She’s a very free woman,” chuckled Damien. His eyes crinkling with amus.e.m.e.nt.
“That’s interesting. Why hasn’t she run away then? Ah, you have the papers,” realized Alexander, a small smile
forming on his lips. It appeared that Damien was having his own amus.e.m.e.nt. There was a possibility that the
girl had been mixed with the slaves in confusion. Once a person had the contract that stated that the slave had
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been bought with the slave’s description which basically showed the ownership over the person, there was
nothing another person could do.
“But you caught her,” seeing the girl was here with them in the hall, “Did she tell you what she is? Assuming she
isn’t a human.”
“I doubt she knows,” Damien replied placing his empty glass on the tray when the servant walked past them.
Walking away from the hall with Alexander next to him, he said, “Her mother died a few months ago and her
father went missing.” Alexander’s eyes narrowed listening to this.
“It is the father whom you need to watch out for.”
“I sent Kreme to get information on the village. Talking about the village, I have someone very interesting for you
to meet there,” as Damien said this Alexander knew it wasn’t out of fondness his cousin was making him meet
whoever he wanted him to meet.
“Why do I feel like I have to be wary about this man and your relationship. Don’t go killing people. Apologies,
torturing I mean,” Alexander corrected himself.
Damien grinned at his cousin’s words, mischief in his eyes as they spoke about the council. Back in the hall, Penny
wasn’t sure what to do as she stood idle. At least previously she was following Damien around like a little pet cat
but with him not in the room she looked at the guests. Men and women who wore rich clothes and jewelry
covered either their necks, ears or hands and fingers.
Life was so unfair, thought Penny to herself. Thinking about how many of them often starved in the villages.
People worked day and night to make ends meet, the lower class who were the ones who suffered making them
bitter by the mere sight like this or the Isle Valley which Damien had taken her too.
“What do you think you were doing?!” came out the voice of a vampire, his hand hitting a girl’s back who was
dressed in fine clothes as the others. Penny wondered what just happened, “Didn’t the lady ask you to fetch her a
napkin along with the glass?” he smacked the girl’s head which ruined her hair with strands and pieces of her hair
that came out every time he pushed his hand against her head.
The girl looked quite pale, her hands shaking and her face turned to one like a ghost as she bowed her head,
“Forgive me master, I shall get the napkin quickly,” came out the small voice.
“Forget it. Who knows where you are going to go seducing men you s.l.u.t. Stand here,” said the vampire. It had
turned to a small show as some people’s attention fell on the girl and the vampire before going along with their
previous conversation like it didn’t matter.
Penny’s frowned, looking at the girl.
She had thought she was the only slave that Damien wanted to show off in front of his guests who wore the
gunny bag like a dress but she would have never guessed that there was another slave apart from her in this
room right now. Her eyes moved from one person to another, watching carefully while trying to find the other slaves.
As she observed the behavior, finding the slaves one after another, she felt someone come to stand next to her.
Turning her head she caught sight of a man with blonde hair who had a pair of glasses resting on the top of his
“A slave shouldn’t look at the guests in the mansion so ruefully. It is not only unpleasant but also quite
disrespectful,” his voice was calm and collected. His eyes looking at her before Penny shifted her gaze to look at the ground.
“Whose slave are you? Must be a new one to have not given you clothes,” said the man standing next to her.
“Master Damien Quinn,” answered Penny, keeping her voice low and not the same as when she spoke to Damien.
She could feel his eyes on her which made her feel uncomfortable. Feeling the movement of his eyes that looked
from the top to bottom, “So you are Damien Quinn’s slave,” he hummed, “What’s your name?”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
It was Damien.
Penny hearing his voice snapped her head up, feeling relieved on seeing the face she had got used to over the past one week.
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Penelope was glad to have Damien intervene in the conversation that had only begun with the man who she had
never spoken or seen until now. It wasn’t that Damien was a good vampire in her eyes. Until now all the vampires
had their own side where a lot could be considered to be complex or nothing less than pompous. Damien had
made her climb the tree to get the fruit he wanted to eat while he could have reached for it by his mere strength.
The pureblooded vampire was crazy to make her climb the tree. And even with his shenanigans, Damien
appeared to be less overbearing than the man who stood next to her.
“Good evening, Young master Damien,” the man bowed his head. His blonde hair that had been resting on his
forehead moved away from his forehead as he bent his head to stick back when he raised his head to meet
“Evening, Robarte,” Damien greeted back. Penny who had been close to the stranger named Robarte moved closer to Damien instead.
“Is this your rumored slave?” asked the man, “You shouldn’t let the slave out in the open, especially with no collar
around the neck. It will make one think she’s freely available for people,” Penny tried to comprehend what the
man said, and as she did, she felt it be disgusting. Though she tried to keep her thoughtful expressions to herself,
the sourness on the meaning of his words was enough for the man to catch.
“I would have but there is no need for her to have a collar in my own home. People should know it better than go
taking an interest in things that don’t belong to them. Only a shameless man or a woman could do that,” Damien
gave out a charming smile to the man who smiled back with a calm one.
Damien knew Robarte. He had met and spoken to the man during several other past occasions, knowing the man
to be someone who was gentle and polite. His words holding nothing less to the weight of the feather but that
was all for the public to see. How many people had he come across until now who was something in the front
where they wore the mask to deceive people? Plenty, enough that he could write the names in a single parchment.
His words weren’t just for Robarte but also to the others who were eavesdropping on their conversation.
“I am sure you have heard how much I spent on this one,” Penny wondered why Damien was boasting the
number of gold coins he actually didn’t spend.
“You buy an expensive item but don’t decorate it?” Robarte tilted his head, his eyes taking a look at Penny who
stood almost behind Damien after inching closer to him with every two seconds.
“Why do you concern yourself with something that is not yours to worry and keep?” asked Damien without
holding back his words. Penny didn’t know why but she didn’t like this man who was with them right now.
And it made her happy that Damien was wading the man off. By talking about people being shameless he had
indirectly called the man here to be low enough to look at her when she was of no concern to him.
Robarte brought his hand up which had the glass of wine it. Bringing the front of his wrist close to his wrist where
he said, “I apologize but don’t take me wrong. I was only wondering why you bought something expensive but
didn’t bother to present it well. What is the point of buying something if you can’t present it? Don’t you think
what I say is right?” asked the blonde man, his red eyes staring at Damien who looked back at him with the same intensity.
“Things that are brought for higher value don’t need to be decorated. This girl is beautiful enough where she
doesn’t need expensive clothes to be bought and worn, adorning her as dumb doll-like others have,” answered
Damien cooly, the smile still on his lips, a grin raising up higher on his face, “I like my investment to be once than
waste my money over and over again. Don’t you agree?” he asked him back.
Hearing the words coming out from Damien’s lips, Penny could feel the heat of embarrassment that crept up
from her neck to her cheeks. What was this stupid master of hers doing stating how she looked and comparing
her with the other slaves.
He and she both knew that technically she wasn’t a slave right now as like the others she didn’t bear the mark of
the establishment on her skin. If it weren’t for the handover papers he had from the slave establishment which he
had received after buying her. The parchment paper stated his ownership over her and if it weren’t for that she
would have been free to walk away. Or run away in her case but she didn’t know where the paper was. When he
had left her alone in the room, Penny had searched his room going through the things to find out where she
could find it so that she could throw it in the fireplace of the room.
But it wasn’t Penny who had caught on to Damien’s words about her as she stood behind him but also the other
guests who were listening to him speaking to Robarte.
The society they lived in was such were rumors and words spread out like wildfire in the forest. Most of them already knew about Damien not taking a liking to the slaves.
Another thing was that a lot of vampires and humans knew the way Damien dealt when it came to the matter of
money. For a pureblooded vampire who was thrifty, to spend money on a slave for five thousand gold coins was
quite baffling to them. But it wasn’t just that, but he had called his slave to be beautiful while putting the other
slave owners down telling how they were trying to beautify their slaves as they weren’t pretty enough.
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Some of them glanced at the girl who stood behind the Quinn. Truthfully she looked rather pale and the slave’s
others had was prettier which made them doubt on his views on what was beautiful. It was agreeable though.
Not many could manage themselves and look beautiful in a potato looking sack. And though she had been
allowed to take a bath, her hair was unkempt as it had been days since she last got to comb it.
“I think I understand where you are coming from. I bought a slave myself, she’s beautiful,” agreed Robarte, his
eyes glancing towards Penny where their eyes met. Her green eyes sparkled from the rest of her face.
“That’s good to hear. Now if you’ll excuse us,” said Damien, grabbing Penny by her arm and taking her outside
the hall. Penny not knowing what was up didn’t go to question him but finally, when they did come to stand
somewhere more secluded than the rest of the floor, he said,
“We need to do something about people knowing that you belong to me. Don’t look at me like that,” said
Damien with his eyes narrowed with an unhappy expression. Looking at the people who were walking by, he
raised two fingers of his so that she would pick one.
“What is this?” she asked, looking at his elegant fingers that were much better looking than her own. Master
Damien sure did take care of himself well.
“You either get a collar or a mark,” Damien’s deadpanned voice came out, a little impatient. Penny on the other
side suddenly felt her stomach dropping where the little color that had appeared on her face left her face hearing
him give her the options.
A collar was usually tied for animals, for pets which made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She was in no sense
an animal that was supposed to be tied, “I am not an animal, Master Damien,” her heart sunk at the state she was
“Alright then. You will be marked,” he declared raising bells in her mind.
“What? No!” she stepped away from him. Taking another step away as if it made much difference, she received a dead look from him.
“You are here where I am therefore making it lucky. If we were in another person’s house today, you would have
been bitten and left dry after the last drop of your blood was taken out of your body. Not all vampires are as nice as me who bothers to give you options-”
“Let me free then.”
Though they weren’t outside in the garden or on the bridge, Penny could feel the chillness started to creep
around them with the mere look Damien gave her. His eyes turned cold and vacant which made her heart shudder.
“Don’t test me, Penelope. I am usually in the worst mood during this time of the year. I am not a patient man, I
have the worst patience unless you haven’t noticed it,” spoke Damien, his eyes that looked empty.
Penny didn’t know what she said was wrong and though she wanted to voice her opinion, she was scared.
Nonetheless, with a huge effort, she tried to speak as he had told her last week that he didn’t mind her speaking
her mind out with him, “Master Damien, if you don’t want any harm to befall on me you can choose to not take me to the places that are unsafe.”
“Would you like to rot in my room? But even the rooms aren’t safe. You see, I don’t trust people that easily. I have
trust issues especially when it comes to slaves but I am willing to put my trust in your but not in your safety. Do
you follow what I am saying?” he asked staring right at her, “Don’t worry. I am not going to mark you with
burning hot iron like the establishment. You either choose to pick a collar that you will wear around your neck or you be marked. What do you pick?”
It seemed like Damien was giving her no choice at all. In the spare seconds of time that passed by, Penny couldn’t
help wondering if her possible escape from the mansion this night would work the way she thought it would.
She didn’t know what mark Damien was speaking of. If it weren’t for the hot iron how else would he mark her to
make it known that she was his slave? Somewhere she had thought in the room that he felt somewhere human
but right now it felt as if they had gone back to square one.
Seeing Penny who was thinking hard on what he said, Damien could see the internal turmoil in her eyes, “What
are you afraid of? Do you not trust me?” his eyes turned to observe her further, her face his eyes the way it
dilated, her little heart that was beating in her chest.
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“I…” Penny trailed not knowing what to do. Damien was expecting an answer from her right now without any delay.
Thinking back on what happened earlier in the hall, Penny realized the way Damien treated her while how the
other slave masters and mistresses treated their slaves. He was somewhere right. Even though Penny didn’t
deserve this life, none of the slaves did.
No one deserved any kind of bad lives but life pushed them into it which none of them could help but they had
to live with it. Hoping for the ray of light to shine which would lead them to the path of the betterment of life. No
slaves deserved to be treated the way they were but that was how a slave’s life was. To be beaten, to lick their
master’s boots, to please them and take the insults that were passed down to them. That was a slave’s life was which none could escape.
And then when she looked at Damien, she realized he was much better when compared to the others.
Penny lowered her eyes, deciding what to pick before she came to say, “I….”
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Damien waited for Penelope to reply back to the two options he had given her, waiting for her to hear her say,
“I…I don’t know,” came out her whispered voice. How would she know what was the right one to pick? Closing
her eyes, inhaling softly, she breathed out to say, “You can choose which you feel to be right.”
After she said that, Penny who had not been looking at him previously looked up to see him continue to stare at
her. There was something in his expression which she tried to understand, like a little shock at her words which
was a mere flicker that came like a blink of an eye to disappear in the very haste.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” questioned Penny wanting to know what words of her caused the current
expression on his face.
“Do you know what you just did?” he asked her. She didn’t, “You suddenly turned obedient and are giving the
very freedom you have asked for him a few seconds ago to give it back in my hand when I so benevolently gave
you the options,” but did her master give her the option to opt-out of what he had presented to her?
“Master Damien, I don’t know what the marks represent. The only mark I have heard is of the slave branding
which makes me unsure as to what this mark is that you speak of,” Penny spoke to him truthfully. Coming from a
place where there weren’t many vampires or pureblooded vampires but only humans, she didn’t have any idea
about the mark which Damien had said which was understandable in Damien’s eyes, “It might not matter much
to the owners but making a person wear a collar is only you reducing the remaining value of the person to
nothingness. It is not only lowering the value but also further degrading the person’s state. I don’t know which one to pick out of these two…”
“That’s quite understandable,” Damien nodded his head, “Follow me, I have decided what to present you on this
beautiful day of my mother’s birthday. Come,” he said when he started walking to see her still standing there in a
Penelope started to follow him, her footsteps quiet and cold on the marble. When they took another path in the
mansion, she realized that Damien wasn’t taking her to his room but somewhere else.
Present is what he said, thought Penny to herself. But was this present the kind of present a normal person could
expect or was it something that only Damien Quinn saw to be present.
She had often heard of how people belonging to the rich often gave out presents to the poor. Though these
presents were poor which were used they were given down to the servants which made the poor happy as they
could have never be able to afford such things. Penny could only hope for Damien to present her some clothes
maybe? Was it her wishful thinking? Yes, it was, she thought to herself with her shoulders slumping down.
The further she walked with him the farther away they got from the guests who arrived at the mansion.
As they walked did she notice that Damien was taking her up to the place which she had heard from Lady
Maggie that Damien disliked anyone coming up here. Touching things that were in here was not something he
liked which made her wonder if Lady Maggie had been spared from his anger. But had she ever seen Damien
angry? She hoped she didn’t have to see.
A man like Damien reacted differently than what a normal person would react to. Opening the door to the attic,
she stepped inside for him to say, “Close the door,” his voice was quietest right now. There was no music, no
words of whispers which belonged to jealousy or cunningness of people who now were at the mansion. They
were far away from it.
Silence enveloping both of them, the peaceful atmosphere somewhat making Penelope’s heart quiet now just
like the surroundings to harmonize with it.
Damien walked around the room. Walking somewhere far and deep where items were placed in there leaving Penny standing until he returned back with his hands in his pocket.
“Let me enlighten you on the marks that a vampire or a pureblooded vampire can leave on people,” said Damien
walking towards her to only deviate and open the trunk which had been unopened the last time when she had
accompanied Lady Maggie. Her eyes looked at Damien where a shadow cast itself with the minimal light that
came through the windows.
“The most basic marks are the temporary bond which can be erased easily. It is a protection bond which is placed
to let others know that the person who has been bitten is now under the protection of the person who has bitten
him. Next, the master-slave bond. As the name so implicitly states, this bond is given by the master to his slave.
The purpose of this bond is that a master can know and find, feel the intentions of his slave if ever someone has
thoughts that contain malice. It is much easier to get rid of people that way. You must have not heard but there
was this one family who didn’t leave the master-slave bond. Most of the time, especially in the case of
purebloods, they don’t take the chance. The family had been liberal which led to deaths because of their housekeeper who had poisoned them.”
Penny understood where he was coming from with the examples he gave her right now. She wondered about the
poor family who had gone through the loss of the family members. It was understandable where Penny knew
that every side had good and bad. There were servants and slaves who wanted to get rid of their masters while
on the same lines there were other masters or mistresses who didn’t mind getting rid of a meager servant especially if it were a human.
“There’s the soul bond. It is a special bond in which only people who are in love can place the marks and the
feelings need to be mutual. You cannot mark someone to call them your soul mate because it would never work.
The soulbond is such that if one of the people dies, the other soon follows. Though I doubt it happens every
time. There have been rare cases where the other person has lived but it is a belief that both of them are meant
to be together in life or death, following each other for eternity…” Damien paused for a few seconds, seeing if
Penny was following what he said. Her curious eyes continued to follow his actions as he rummaged through the things inside the trunk.
Penny, on the other hand, could feel her palms sweat which she subtly tried to rub against the dress that she
wore. Digesting the new-found knowledge, she came to believe that Damien was going to leave a master-slave bond on her.
She then heard Damien chuckle to say, “Did you think that was all?” there was more?
“There’s one bond which many people aren’t aware of. Some of the most ancient pureblooded vampires of
existence. The first race that ascended down to these lands, they had another bond which has never been passed
down and has been left as a secret.”
“What is it?” asked Penny out of curiosity. Was it something dangerous?
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Damien instead of answering her, raised his hand, placing his finger on his lips to say, “It’s secret that’s not to be
spoken of,” he gave her a smile before continuing to say, “Tell me, mouse. What do you think you will receive
today?” Penny wished there was an option to say nothing but knowing Damien that option didn’t exist on anything.
“How would I know, Master Damien.”
“Close your eyes then,” his voice demanded her to do what he wanted. Turning around and closing the trunk, “Sit
here. It will be much comfortable,” he said looking at the top of the trunk. Penelope was skeptical, more than necessary.
It had been not more than twelve days since he bought her from the black market and twelve days weren’t
enough to get comfortable with a person. But did she have a choice? asked Penny to herself. As she walked
towards the trunk, turning around to sit on the trunk which let her feet hanging in the air, she closed her eyes.
What was Damien planning? Was he going to snap her head? Or was he going to give her the supposed present
he spoke of which could either be the mark or the collar? With her sight that had turned dark, Penny heard the
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sound of the rustle which was accompanied by the little metal sound which made her heart sink.
It was a collar.
She then felt his hand touch her hair, his fingers gently brushing her hair which at first made her stiffen. Feeling
him gather all the hair, she heard him say, “Can you hold this up for me, Penelope,” it wasn’t a question but a
sweet demand as his voice caressed her without even touching her, his voice holding a sweet melody like he was
coaxing a child, “Don’t open your eyes,” raising her hand, she took hold of her hair which he had bunched
together for her to hold. A few pieces of strands came to fall out from her grip.
She felt his hand go around this time again but this time it wasn’t to pull back her but to put the collar around
her neck. Penny could already feel the heaviness that was forming in her chest and the invisible weight of the
collar which she would have to carry around her for the rest of the time she would be here to continue to be a
She felt something fall on her chest, where Damien said, “You can open your eyes now.”
Penny didn’t have to be told twice as her eyes snapped open with her hand which was holding her hair dropping
down so that she could feel the leather-like, thick collar around her neck. But instead of a thick collar, she felt a
thin chain where she finally looked down with her hand still continuing to touch the chain to see round locket along with it.
“The markings there is something which defines the Quinn family. A lot of pureblooded families have rings,
necklaces, pendants, and seals to identify the family they come from. The pendant is a little odd but it stands out
like a sign for anyone who would want to try playing with you. It once belonged to my mother and now it is around your neck,” said Damien to walk around to face her.
Penny was confused. It was definitely a family heirloom and if it was, especially something that belonged to his
mother…why was he making her wear it?
She looked up at Damien who now stood in front of her, his dark red eyes looking at the chain around her neck
and then up at her, to meet her eyes.
“Not happy with your present?” he tilted his head in question.
Damien had really given a present to her. Was he only playing with her, trying to scare her and raise her anxiety
when he had given the options of the collar and mark?
“This is your mother’s…aren’t you supposed to treasure it…” for someone special, Penny completed the rest of the
line in her head. What was the meaning of this? Unable to resist of not asking the question, she breathed the question, “Why?”
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“Why do you think?” he questioned her question. It was one of his many habits where Damien often questioned
others than answer their questions that were directed to him, “I am sure you will find out the answer if you think
hard, mouse. Unless it is going to hurt your head.”
What did that mean now?
“We won’t go down from here until you don’t answer for your own question,” Damien was back with his
mischievous smile, his eyes sparkling as he waited for her to speak. One minute passed and then the second
minute passed before he asked her, “Did you fall asleep again, mouse?” she could hear the impatience in his voice.
What was he getting so excited about?
Before either of them could speak anything, a loud growl of thunder could be heard, resonating through the
glass and the walls as if it was trying to shake the very mansion that stood on the stony hill. Soon the rain started
to pour down furiously, cleaning the mansion all over again while the raindrops hit the window panes of the attic.
Penny who had been distracted by the rain suddenly felt Damien walk towards her in just two steps. Leaning
forward as he placed a hand of his to her side. She held her breath as he stared into her eyes.
With him so close to her face, she could see the swirl of red in his eyes which were prominent. At the same time
the darkness it held in a few specks, she saw herself being reflected through his eyes. The smile on his face had
vanished, his eyes staring and catching every movement of hers which she was aware of making her queasy but
“You dumb mouse. How hard is it for you to figure out?”