Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 91 – Present- Part 3
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Penelope stilled her heart. Keeping it down not wanting him to know where this conversation was going. The first
few seconds of the minute that passed by she didn’t understand what he was trying to achieve by giving her
something that was a precious family heirloom which belonged to his mother. She would have given it some
thoughts but with the way he stood right in front of her face, staring into her eyes, Penny was finding it hard to
It wasn’t that she was scared, maybe initially she was scared of this pureblooded vampire who had stabbed the
person who was auctioning the slaves who were brought from the slave establishment. If there was something
she had compared in tonight’s celebration, it was the difference in which Damien treated her. He made her climb
a tree, pluck weeds that were growing in the garden of the mansion when it was pouring with rain just like it was now.
Was he maybe…perhaps he like…? No that couldn’t be true, she shook her head mentally. Penny tried to deduce
his words with the deafening silence that held certain tranquility as the clouds continued to growl. And though it
deafened everything around them, she had still managed to hear him call her as a ‘dumb mouse’. But the more
time passed with him waiting as he stared at her, her heart started to beat, increasing its pace and she hoped he
wasn’t able to hear it.
But Damien Quinn didn’t need to rely on her heartbeat. Her face was enough for him to read the emotions that
were going through one by one. First came the confusion, which followed to a deep concentration as if she were
in a thought which finally came to the realization which she tried to hide but not enough from his eyes which
made him grin.
Though they were inside the mansion, in the attic with the roof to protect them, Penny could feel the cold air
raising goosebumps all over her skin.
Her chest resonating along with the thunderous clouds.
Penny felt slightly breathless, his face inching closer to only move away and she lowered her eyes, looking away
from him. Forgotten that Damien had asked her a question. He was joking with her right? The more she thought
about it the more her head hurt. It couldn’t be true. Her eyes lifted up looking up at him,
“It seems you found your answer to the question. Care to share it?” he asked her above the sound of the rain.
She parted her lips to speak but no voice came out from her mouth. Her eyes had turned wide, looking at
Damien who stood waiting for her, “You must have your reasons,” she said trying to tiptoe from the answer he
was asking. That was if what she thought was the right answer she had stumbled upon.
“You can get down from the trunk unless you plan to sit there the entire night,” Penny scrambled down, placing
her feet back on the wooden floorboards which felt much better than the other side of the mansion which was
made of marble. If her feet healed faster, she would have been able to wear the shoes which he had bought for-
something clicked in her mind. She looked at him with a suspicious look.
“What is with that suspicious look on your face, Penelope,” stated Damien and she quickly looked away to only
have her eyes back at Damien who took a step forward towards her.
Penny looked at the man who stood in front of her. His handsome features only emphasized itself in the dark
atmosphere of the attic. The sharp jaw and nose, his defined cheekbones that looked smooth Leaning his head
back, he raised his hand to ruffle over his hair which was combed neatly in a backward direction which now fell
on his forehead recklessly.
“Happy with the present?” she heard him ask her. Penny had to slightly crane her neck to look at him.
Pressing her lips against each other, she spoke in a whisper, “Thank you for the chain.”
“You’re welcome,” he then yawned, bringing up his hand to his mouth before returning it back to his side.
He then said, “Come we have somewhere to go,” hearing this Penny wondered where he was planning to go. The adventures of Damien Quinn never ended, at least that is what she thought to herself.
“What about the guests?” she questioned, following him out of the attic, Damien closed the door and started to walk down the stairs.
“My family is there to entertain them. I am not needed here and have better work than this. Oh yes, I do have to
meet Alexander before we leave,” she followed Damien down the stairs, walking through the corridors now to
hear the sound of the crowd who had gathered in and around the mansion. Offering them smiles which he didn’t
mean and that dropped when he walked past them.
Penny guessed that the Lord of Valeria whom Damien had introduced him to be his cousin, she guessed that
their relationship was close as in these past few days, she had not seen him close to anyone. The maximum went
up to his sister but that was a greet, kissing airly next to the cheek. A lot of people interacted with Damien and
outwardly he appeared to be someone who was always at the center of attention.
Seeing Lord Alexander standing speaking to a woman, his eyes snapped to meet Damien’s eyes. Penny stood a
few distances apart, giving them the space they needed to talk as the Lord of Valeria appeared to be someone
who didn’t like his conversations to be heard at least that is what happened.
She wondered what went in the pureblooded vampire’s head. Someone who looked as if he was always
scheming and was up to no good.
“No, he didn’t say anything in regards to it,” she overheard Alexander speak to Damien, “You might need to send
the samples by tomorrow morning at least. They need to test and make sure if that is what they think it is,”
Damien didn’t react for two seconds until he said,
“I will get them delivered by the time of night. How long are you here?”
“In Bonelake? Maybe two days,” Damien shook his head.
“In this beautiful mansion,” he grinned for Lord Alexander to give a very faint smile which could hardly be distinguished to be called a smile.
“I will pass. I cannot afford sister Grace knocking on my room for no reason which might make me want to throw her to the sea.”
“You can always throw her in there. A good dip in the sea might clean that brain if hers.”
“Fleurence was asking me to talk to you something. Though we never got to speak what it was about,” said
Alexander to ask his cousin, “Any clue on what it is?”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 92 – Awareness -Part 1
Lord Alexander glanced at Penny and then at the new chain that she wore around her neck. He said something
softly which made it difficult for her to hear anything. It wasn’t that she wanted to hear what they were speaking
but with the Lord who looked at her to only down his volume, she couldn’t help but want to feed her curiosity
knowing what they were speaking about her.
“You gave her the family heirloom. Already making your moves?” Damien smiled at Alexander’s words.
“I have for a very long time,” answered Damien, a crooked smile forming on his lips when Alexander raised his eyebrows.
“I thought for sure you would be collaring her. Especially with the way you dragged her out of the room.”
“You noticed?” Damien tilted his head.
“I am sure a whole lot of people noticed it. Along with you calling her beautiful and the other slaves to be ugly,”
said Alexander sipping the wine from his wine which led to the smile on Damien’s lips to only widen, “I have a
cottage rented not too far from the next town. Have an errand to run too. Will you be getting her tested there?”
Damien thought about it.
Alexander looked down at his glass, the liquid which was a color fo rich red, “Why not? What will you do if she
turns out to someone or something that doesn’t follow the normal standards of society?”
“When was the last time any of us tried to follow the rules and moral codes that have been set up to be
followed? We all bend and break them.”
Once they were done talking, Damien got the carriage ready by Falcon while getting the bottles of the potions
that he had placed in his room. The same box from which Penny had taken out the tube for it to only break and
fall on the ground. Penny stood outside the carriage, where Falcon helped in placing the box in.
With the rain still pouring down and if it weren’t for the outstretched roof from the mansion, they would have got
drenched too who had no protection from the rain. The coachman held the door for his master but when it came
to Penny, the man had let go of the door leaving it to Penny on how she got inside the carriage. She was, after all,
a slave, a human who was lower than the coachman himself, there was no need for her to be given any special treatment.
When Penny went to push the door, her hand didn’t reach it as Damien placed his hand on the door, preventing
it from closing itself. Getting inside, she sat in the carriage. Feeling the awkwardness starting to lurk and creep in
the space they sat in. For her master to hold the door for her, she wondered if the clouds were going to rain
frogs. But the words in her mind was only trying to suffice the thought that had surfaced in her mind.
She was curious about a lot of things, one of the things on what Lord Alexander had spoken while looking at her.
But instead of asking that, she asked him, “Are we going to the council?” Last time when he found her with the
bottle broken, he had told her about this box being a possession of the council which was going to be sent to the
laboratory to test which was located in the council.
“Good to see that you listen to my words carefully unlike some really dumb creatures of yours and my own who
conveniently ignore the important details. Though it doesn’t happen often, I do not appreciate it when a person
is not listening with full attention. Apart from your freedom what else do you want?” asked Damien, somewhere
Penny questioned if he was purposefully switching the topic from one to another. But now that he had asked her
so openly, Penny wondered what to ask.
After a good amount of thinking, she asked, “Can I have my own room? I wouldn’t mind one in the servants quarters.”
“Okay maybe I will gift you something myself,” he smiled, ignoring her request right on her face which had her
eyes narrowing down at him. Damien had his hand placed at the edge which had a platform built next to the
window. His chin resting on the edge of his palm, “Why do you want to change rooms?” his eyes observed the
way her eyes darted at the empty seat next to him. It was possible that as he guessed she had a faint idea on the
question that she had asked in the attic. She was feeling aware of his presence which only made him look that
scarier as he smiled further.
Penny had no issues until now of sharing the room with him. Even if she did she hadn’t voiced out her opinions
on it but with the current change in their dynamics, she found it rather odd to share a room with Damien.
All this time they had shared the status of master and a slave who was bought from the black market. A person
who was opposite to the status of a pureblooded vampire-like Damien Quinn. For someone like him to give an
heirloom especially not any heirloom but something that belonged to his deceased mother.
Penny wasn’t slow by nature and if she was right now, it was because of the person sitting in front of her who was
behaving oddly with her. He was an odd one, to begin with, but right now their whole situation seemed different
from what it was.
Why did she want to get another room? What reason was she going to come up with? asked Penny to herself.
With the smile that had come down, Damien asked, “Is the bed uncomfortable?”
“It is comfortable.”
“Is it the room that it is too cold?”
“It is warm enough,” Penny gulped at his questions. How was she supposed to say it was him, he had only once
held her in his sleep early that morning after which she had been alert and carefully.
“Then what is the problem, little mouse? Too spacious for a little mouse like yourself?
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 93 – Awareness- Part 2
“Aren’t all servants and maids assigned to a room in the servants quarters? Won’t it befitting that I have a room
there? It won’t be right for your image if-”
“Ho ho,” Damien sarcastically laughed, “What image do you think I have in the society?”
Penny wasn’t sure if she were to view and let him know through her eyes or the others whom she had seen back
in the mansion, “Must be good…” she trailed with an awkward tone where her voice fizzled out in the end before
her sentence could even start.
Damien’s smile disappeared slowly like a wax melting, his eyes looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze, “What do
you mean must? I have an outstanding reputation with the people of the village, towns and the people in the
high society. Of course, it’s a completely different story when it comes to disgusting peasants who are brainless
even when they belong to the literal class especially,” with the way his sentence was going Penny was going to
frown at his words until she heard the last half of what he had to say, “Do you doubt it?” he asked and Penny could feel her back turning hot.
“Yes, you must be a marvelous man,” Penny agreed by making use of another word to see him not so happy. Did she say something wrong?
“Marvelous? Who told I was marvelous? I have an outstanding reputation when it comes to breaking people’s
limbs and snapping their heads. Torturing them for information until I am satisfied that that is all they have to offer.”
Penny had no words but to stare at him. One would have thought that when a person was praised they would let
it go but this man here was owning up to his actions was also happy that he did it whilst enjoying it.
Was she supposed to smile and nod her head to agree it was as fun as her master was saying when it came to
breaking the hands and legs of a person? Or was she supposed to continue to sit quietly the way she was as if
she was pretty much part of the carriage like the seat or the window whose opinion didn’t matter?
“Women who have come across me and have tasted these lips don’t let go that easily. They crave it enough that
even if I insult them they come back. Must be a group of masochists, don’t you think so?”
How would she know his rendezvous with other women? She could see why the females of both humans and
vampires were attracted to him. It wasn’t just his looks, but the arrogance that he wore shamelessly with his
unfiltered words had a charm of its own.
“Tell me, Penny. What do you think people think about me? Tell me through your eyes,” Damien looked at her intrigued. Leaning his back against the seat where he crossed his legs.
“I don’t think it matters what I see what others see,” Penny replied back as if wanting to swim far away from this question which had the possibility to be tricky.
“Trust me it does,” pressed Damien for an answer, “It is important to hear from you,” his words carried itself in the
wind which Penny took in as the air to breath. Damien could see that it was hard for her to start, having trouble
with what to say. He wanted to see how smart this mouse was.
Where they were going, he didn’t need to run the tests to know who she was. Damien had met people of every
kind. Having close contact with every creature anyone would come across, he didn’t need tests and could identify
the familiar creatures. What Penny was had been identified by only him and his cousin Alexander who shared the
same keen eye doubted the kind she belonged to but was yet to realize.
Penny didn’t know what it was about today but it appeared like Master Quinn was opening up with all sorts of
questions and his statements catching her off guard one after another. His words were sarcastically tearful
towards her but there was something she couldn’t deduce from his tone. His eyes staring at her intently while she
hoped she was one of the parts of the carriage so that she could turn non-existent.
Clearing her throat, she said, “Today in the mansion when the party was going on, there were women who
wanted your attention but you brushed them away. Some of them were shocked, a few disappointed but it didn’t
seem like it was anything new as they recovered quickly. Or they were only putting up a face. The men, they fear you. More than men.”
“Why do you think they fear me?” asked Damien as if he wasn’t expecting to hear it or as if he had no clue about it.
“They are scared?” Penny wasn’t sure about these questions. Was he trying to educate her? “You have instilled some sort of fear in them, enough to have them look and approach you warily.”
She saw Damien nod his head before saying, “Getting back to the bedroom, are you aware of how many slaves are kept in the house?”
“Badly,” Penny whispered remembering the lashes the slaves had received along with the humiliation in the
public, “I heard about cages, the whip, and torture,” she stated softly from what she had heard by the woman
named Caitlin who had been her cellmate for the short period of time in the slave establishment.
“What you hear is different from what actually goes on mostly behind the closed doors and a few out in public
where your very soul gets tarnished. It might be one of the reasons which cause the very hate that stems out to
bloom with poison until the master or mistress is left dead,” said Damien looking outside the window where the
rain had finally decided to slow down.
“Do you support the system of the slave establishment?” Penny asked him, holding her breath as she waited for his answer.
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“I don’t. I actually have no interest in it whatsoever,” deadpanned Damien like he hardly cared about it.
“Why did you buy me then? You can…” let me go, thought Penny to herself which she didn’t complete.
“I answered this. It is because it is was you that I bought you from the market. If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t have cared. To top it who would pay five thousand-”
“Three thousand,” corrected Penny to see him smile.
“Yes, three thousand gold coins for a mere slave is rather ridiculous, don’t you think so? Why would I spend it for
anyone,” but he had for her, thought Penny to herself, “I have enough maids and servants in the mansion. Hmm,
for some reason I feel we have gone through this question. Aren’t you bored asking the same thing? Though I
should appreciate your different approach. Good mouse,” he praised her as if she really was a small animal with
white ears and whiskers on her face!
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 94 – Ride in the carriage- Part 1
The journey was long which Penny had forgotten to ask on how far away the council was. With no watch in her
hand or pocket, she couldn’t gauge the time. It wasn’t that the time was passing slowly, with Damien as her fellow companion in the carriage the time was never boring.
“Are the outsiders allowed to visit, Master Damien?” she asked him which also made her ask him, “What do you
work as in the council?”
“Me? I am an investigator, who pulls out information from various resources which is usually not seen or heard by
the others. An intelligent team that is led by me and a boy named Kreme, who is still learning. So it is just me and
him. The council allows some guests inside the perimeter of the council. The laboratory isn’t directly in the
council building but has its own separate place which should not be a problem. You are my pet girl, so it would mean you are my responsibility here.”
Seeing her nod, Damien looked out of the window his eyes not looking for anything in particular as he wondered
if she would actually be able to step on the grounds of the council. It would be something to look forward to, thought Damien to himself.
“Tell me something about your mother, Penny,” he urged her, wanting to know about her from her very own lips
than the little amount of information he had found before.
Penny recollected the memory of her mother, her chest feeling warm even in this cold weather of the rain, “She
uh-she was a kind woman. Even with the villagers who often taunted her she never retaliated back at them. Not a single word.
When I was a child I wished she had answered them back, hoping they would stop but as I grew up I realized maybe ignoring it was for the best.”
“Why would you say that?” he questioned her.
“Sometimes it’s better to fade away than be prominent in the village to only hear things you don’t want to.
People can be very vile, Master Damien,” came out her whispered words. Penny adjusted her dress while sitting
back against the seat as she had come a little forward due to a bump on their path which one of the carriage’s wheel hit.
She realized how opposite she was in comparison to Damien. At the same time, he spoke, “People will speak no
matter. Even you do disappear to nothingness people will continue to make rumored stories about you. That is
how life is. Those are one of the disgusting creatures who have nothing else to do but make and throw garbage.”
As easy it was to be told, it was hard, thought Penny to herself. With her father gone, leaving only her mother and
her, people never were kind. They had turned out to be the pair where the villagers liked gossiping about. Many
times the market often refused to give them the minimal provision that was needed for their house to be run.
Like food to eat and oil to burn through the lanterns to avoid bringing further darkness in their lives.
“Have you ever had to experience something like that?” asked Penny to Damien who hummed in response before saying.
“Everyone goes through something similar. You look at me in surprise,” chuckled Damien, “No matter how much
money one has, people, will always have something to talk about. Be it the poor or rich. It doesn’t matter to a lot
in the crowd. Therefore I make sure they hear things first from my mouth such that it has turned in a way where I
don’t get good feedback over somethings which is unfortunate on rare occasions but who needs the silly donkey’s opinion.”
“A person who is rich has courage,” Penny said which was a well-known fact. When it came to the poor and rich, a
rich man had the courage to speak, unlike the poor who had no resources.
“I would agree with that. Money is one form of power that can be swung around but that doesn’t change the fact
that you try to fade away in the background. Many times in life, you will find a lot of people who hate and
despise you. For example this, little mouse. The reason might be as simple as this where they heard something
that was passed on to them. The people don’t know you, have never conversed with you but will still hate you
because of the source. They fail to take the opportunity of knowing the person and fall flat in the line of brainless
and morons whom you shouldn’t concern yourself with. But if their words bother you, don’t hold back in replying
back on what you have to say.”
“I didn’t say it bothered me…” Penny replied to him defensively for him to give her a nod as if he believed.
“Sure. I was only imparting some life thoughts. People who don’t know you don’t count to what you are. It is the
people who know you by close distance. Measure from what they see you as because strangers should be the
least of your concern,” Damien didn’t know the details but it wasn’t hard for him to wonder about what the girl
must have gone through, “There are other things which are of grave importance in life.”
Villagers were often idiots making up things on a whim. They were the kind who jumped when someone pointed at a place, not even realizing there was no water in there.
“Thank you,” he heard her say looking at him, a small smile which she had managed for him to smile quirkly.
“So was your mother beautiful too?” asked Damien turning the conversation back from where it started. Penny
felt her cheeks suddenly turn warm. Too? She had ignored at the mansion but this was the second him calling her
beautiful or was she reading too much into his words?
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 95 – The council- Part 1
When they finally reached the council, Penny caught sight of the tall and wide building which looked white
enough even in the dark. There was something about this place that made it appear daunting in her eyes. Once
the carriage did stop, the coachman stepped down, opening the door of the carriage where Damien was the first
one to step out. Not believing the coachman to handle the box, he pulled the box which slid on the flooring of
the carriage before he picked it up in his arms.
When Penny placed her feet on the ground, she felt a force as if it was trying to repulse her very leg when she
stepped on the ground. At first glance, the council grounds looked serene and quiet. She could see some of the
men walking by, in and out as if they had no time to rest with the work they were given.
Walking behind Damien who took to his right where another building stood which wasn’t as magnificent as the
one in the left which appeared to be busy. Stepping inside the building, she was welcomed with a pungent smell
of iron. Lanterns were placed hanging on the walls to light up the place but it wasn’t enough to brighten. Enough
to walk without stumbling through the passage. The smell that wafted across her nose had first made her think
that it was the rods of iron bars that looked evidently rusted. That wasn’t what the iron-like smell came from but
the bodies that hid in the dark which were beaten up to unconsciousness. The people who broke rules and the
law which was set by the council. People who didn’t adhere to what was to be followed to the moral laws.
Unaware of the crimes as well as the people who were held in the cell, she continued to walk right behind
Damien. Reaching the door, he knocked on it before stepping inside where a lean man stood in front of something.
Due to the overwhelming smell of the iron bars which were terribly rusted, one couldn’t have realized the smell
that came from the other side of the room until they had stepped inside. Penny caught sight of the person who
laid on the table but it wasn’t any living person who laid there sleeping but a dead body that was charred. The
smell that came from the decomposing body was hard to ignore and she had to raise her hand to cover her nose
with it from inhaling it too much.
With the closes not being worn, she noticed it was a man who had been charred.
“Councilman Damien,” the man in the white coat greeted Damien, his eyes merely taking the sight of the girl before his bright red eyes went back to Damien.
“Good evening, Murkh. Who is this?” Damien tipped his head towards the dead body. Going to one side of the
walls were the equipment and instruments were placed, he picked up the white gloves, “Looks like a vampire,” he wore the gloves one by one.
“He indeed is a vampire, his fangs were pulled out of his mouth,” answered the scrawny looking man.
“Penny meet Murkh. He is the man who looks after the bodies that come down here which needs further
examination,” said Damien turning to look at Penny over his shoulder.
“I heard you bought a new slave. Is she the one?” asked Murkh with a lack of curiosity as he seemed more interested in the body of the dead than the living.
“Looks like the news spreads faster here in the council than outside. Where did you hear it from?” asked Damien,
bending down he took hold of the body on the table. Opening the mouth and looking at the dead person’s cavity.
“It was councilman Lancelot and councilman Creed,” answered Murkh before walking forward to see what
Damien was doing with the body. Usually, Murkh didn’t allow anyone to touch the bodies which were given to
him as it was his responsibility. The last thing he would want is for someone to contaminate the body and tarnish
the evidence. He let a few of them inside while most of them stayed out unless it was a pressing matter that needed assistance with.
But with Damien Quinn, it was a different case. In the past, there had bee times where the pureblooded vampire
had helped him solve the mysteries of the body faster than him which saved a good amount of time. Also,
another reason being Damien barged right into the room, looking through the things as if he were inspecting it
before leaving the building.
“It appears that Councilman Creed has been quite free with his hands and mind. Maybe it is time to put in a word
with the head council about it than go gossiping like women. No offense, Penny,” he said looking to his side but not meeting Penny’s eyes.
“What does the case state? What is the offense? Did you check with the fluid test. Run me a background,” Penny heard Damien say to the doctor who nodded his head. Rubbing his hands together the vampire doctor named Murkh went to tell,
“The case is being handled by Rigoen. The council had one trial until now-”
“Fresh case,” chipped Damien.
“Very new. The body came in here yesterday,” Damien took another step forward, bending more before he took
one of the small quill sized instruments to probe into the dead man’s mouth, “It seems they found the body
which was buried behind a wall that had been placed in the house. Behind a wall? Who committed the crime?”
“It is a family of vampires. Currently, they are still trying to find out as I heard that the murder looked nothing less
to a cold one. But speculations from the court tells that it was his brother who killed and placed him like this.
Logan Wills is the brother’s name.”
“And this is Lucas Wills. Is he the younger brother?”
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“No, he’s the older one,” answered Murkh, his eyes taking in what Damien was doing.
“A family of vampires you say,” hummed Damien before standing up straight, “You have the filed report which
was submitted to the council room?”
“It should be somewhere here. Ah, here it is,” the lean doctor walked to the desk his frame making Penny remind
her of the time when she used to let a cloth dry as the wind blew at it. Handing over the parchment which was
bound with a flap around it, Damien twisted it out to open the parchment and read what was written in it.
Penny in the meantime looked around the room which wasn’t too big but enough to have to more bodies in
here. It made her wonder what happened to other bodies if the count increased in a day. Surely, there was a
place to accommodate other bodies here or somewhere that wasn’t too far from the council building.
Little bottles were placed on the shelf, something that similar to the ones that they had brought in here right now
but these were of different colors that held no label on it. Taking a step closer to Damien, she looked down at the
body this time much more clearly. The sight was ghastly which looked nothing less to a horror she would have
imagined how a ghost would look like.
The person had eyes that were black in color. No hair on the body, the body as if had been burnt only halfway
through while leaving the person to suffer. It was a disturbing view which Penny couldn’t stop herself from
frowning. The hands were left crooked, the skin that had half-melted making it look odd.
“The report here says that he’s a vampire but I doubt he is,” said Damien to receive a frown from the doctor.
“But he had fangs,” said the doctor for Damien to start pulling the gloves that he wore, throwing it into the sink.
Murkh bent down, taking another look at the dead man’s cavity.
“He positively has fangs.”
“Where is it written that a person needs to have fangs to be identified as a vampire from the very birth?” Damien
asked as he picked up a bottle and squeezed the gel-like liquid on his hand. As he rubbed both his hands, he
said, “The report says he was from a family of low vampires but it doesn’t appear that he is a vampire. Maybe a
turned one, not a recent one though as it’s been dated since child which might be a wrong entry,” Penny who
stood not too far from the body looked at the dead person’s face, “The spots at the ends of his eyes is one of the
very evidence which comes under the transformation of a human turning to a vampire.”
“He is not a vampire,” murmured the vampire doctor. Penny looked at the body and then at Damien who was
eyeing the bottles that were set on the table, “They fell out of his mouth. The council in the court wrote down
that it was pulled out forcibly for the shame that was caused,” said Murkh standing away from the body.
“Rubbish. The council doesn’t check enough. There are only some who do a decent job while the rest only slack.
It makes me wonder how they even passed the council exam int he first place. This man, he must have been a
human, a man who was either adopted or the entire family who were turned one after another. It can be either of
them. Sometimes fangs fall off right after the transformation which is one of the many symptoms that the transition didn’t go well.”
“Thank you, councilman Damien. I will be sure to let the case handlers know what it is so that they can look into
the case further. Why don’t you join the council of groups? With your intellect you would be able to find and
solve the unsolved cases quickly,” Damien didn’t bother to respond and instead opened the box which he had
bought from his mansion that had to be delivered.
“It needs a lot of work. I prefer to have my hands empty than keep them full but lately, they have turned full thanks to the black witches who never rest.”
The vampire doctor came around to notice a slot empty while the others had little tubes in them, “Did it come like this?”
“It did?” asked Damien for Murkh to look at him confused.
“One of the tubes is missing,” Murkh continued to look at the box to hear a hum from the councilman.
“So I see. This is the box for the potions that have been created by black witches. They need to be tested to check on what they are made of.”
“Is this what I think it is?…. Corruption…?” Penny heard the vampire’s words trail in question. It looked like most of
the questions that were asked to Damien, the pureblooded vampire conveniently ignored the questions as if it were asked to him.
“Get it tested quickly by tomorrow morning. I will be back here-”
“Wait, the tube here is green. Is it another potion which is special?” there was excitement in Murkh’s voice as he
said it, “Ah no,” the light in the vampire’s eyes dimmed down. It is green for another reason.”
“What reason is it?” asked Damien interested in knowing what just happened.
“Give me a moment,” said the scrawny doctor to take the tube to place it on an instrument and look at the tube
through a hole that Penny didn’t know what it was, “Hmm. It’s not what I thought but they appear to have different properties, something similar and distinctive to water.”
“The water holds no impurities,” stated Damien where his eyes trailed from the doctor to Penny. The doctor to
nod his head after he pulled away from his instrument to only get back to continue to observe it.
“Councilman Damien, is this tube being mixed up with the rest?” came Murkh’s voice, his hand turning a knob on
the instrument as he continued to stare in it, “There are elements of the witchery which a white witch uses.”
Penny had been standing quietly when she felt Damien’s gaze on her to say, “White witch you say?” why was he
staring at her as if to imply she was a witch?
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Penelope stared back at Damien who was looking at her casually but his casual gaze wasn’t exactly casual, “What
else do you see in the potion in there?” asked Damien, slowly shifting his gaze back on the doctor, picking up
another solution from the box which was transparent in color.
“The others hold the property of spit grass. It is the very element that is responsible for the trigger that takes
place in all the vampires. Affecting mostly the pureblooded vampires due to the core that sits at the core of the
heart,” said Murkh who moved back from the instrument where he had been observing the liquid that he had
poured to look under the magnifying glass, “But this here is nothing less to a white witch’s blood. I am curious
how this bottle came to your hand,” Damien didn’t respond to it. His eyes intently looking at the dead body that laid on the table motionless.
The vampire doctor continued to say, “The council found an interesting piece just this evening. Would you like to take a look?” asked the vampire who held eagerness in his eyes.
Damien raised his hand indicating the vampire to lead him but Murkh didn’t start to walk. Seeing the girl who
was in the room here with them, the man found her to be nothing less than an intrusive creature which he wasn’t happy about.
Seeing Murkh’s gaze, Damien said, “She’s with me.”
The doctor-vampire led them out of the room. Locking the room first as he carried a lantern in his hand, he
started to lead the way where Damien followed behind Murkh and Penny followed Damien.
When the light started to enter the cell rooms which had previously been dark, Penny finally saw the people who
were in there, her eyes unable to move from them. Each cell had one person, the atmosphere feeling nothing less
to the slave establishment but the condition they were in. Penny continued to follow to see people in there who
were shackled and bound in chains but that wasn’t the highlight. It was the bruises and the dried blood which
had been overpowering before and now. Not the rusted iron bars but it had been the smell of the blood.
Murkh took them to the underground which was another passage, reaching to greet a brown door made of
metal, the vampire doctor fished his hand in his coat. Pulling out a bunch of keys, he fumbled around before
opening the lock of the door. The building here was much quieter with no visitors as it was the time of night now.
The people in the cell were too tired to speak and cause a riot with the number of beatings they had taken along
with the torture the councilmen presented the lawbreakers. The most one could hear was the murmur and groan
which reached Penny’s ears but for some odd reason, it was still quiet.
When Penny began to wonder as to what the room held for a door like this had to be built, the answers to her questions were answered after entering the room.
She had to hold back her breath, looking at the large cylindrical glasses that were filled with glasses but each
transparent glass-like cylinder held bodies that floated in the water. Except for two cylinders, the rest of them
were occupied. It was obvious that the people inside there were all dead. Every one of them.
Damien strolled through the cylinders, walking past them unaffected as he had been down here several times.
Penny, on the other hand, walking to only stop and look up at the man who was inside one of the many cylinders.
The eyes of the man were not closed but were instead open as if he was experiencing some kind of shock even
after death. He was lean in nature, his body almost reduced to bones where his skin stuck to the only possible solid thing in his body.
Penny wasn’t sure why but there was something about this man that lured her to him. Was it his haunting eyes
that was wide? Or was it the body that looked crumpled? She couldn’t decide which one was it but there was definitely something about this man.
Murkh and Damien went to look at something the vampire doctor wanted to show while Penny stayed behind.
Continuing to look at the man who looked like he was looking at something ahead of him. She turned to see
what it was out of curiosity but there was nothing but a wall in there.
Why were the bodies placed in here like this? thought Penny to herself. This place was nothing less to a
graveyard. The only difference being, a graveyard was a place where people the dead were buried underground
and here it was that the bodies floated in the water. She doubted it was water as Penny had the basic
understanding that water could not preserve dead bodies without decaying. If one had to, they would use salt
but salt would only shrivel the skin and right now the skin didn’t seem to look damaged.
Taking a step closer, she placed her hand on the cylindrical glass, observing the person when she suddenly felt
the man’s eyes who had been looking forward to looking at her. Penny staggered back, withdrawing her hand
quickly and away from the glass. Her breath hitching out of shock for Damien to notice who had tuned his ears
around his surroundings.
Penny looked again at the man but it seemed like he hadn’t moved his eyes to look at her at all. Worried, she
wondered if she had imagined it but she felt it had happened which made her only that much wary of her
surroundings right now. Her eyes taking note of all the bodies that were here, floating in the liquid inside the
When Damien came walking to where she stood, with the vampire doctor tailing behind closely, she asked, “Who is he?”
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“He’s a deranged vampire,” Murkh was the one to answer who stood behind Damien, Damien’s height
overpowering the little vampire’s stature.
“It’s a human or a vampire who has his body corrupted,” Damien stared at the man in the cylinder with a bored
expression as he had been seeing for many years now to not be bothered about his appearance. Unlike the
pureblooded vampire who is affected by the corruption of the heart where the core lies. If a human’s transition
from the current state who is undergoing to turn to a vampire doesn’t do well, chances are they get corrupted
similar to the pureblooded vampires,” he turned away to look at her, his eyes subtly checking her eyes if they
were dilated. His eyes roamed around, taking in the vast room which held several bodies in an enclosed glass.
“I thought it affected only the vampires.”
“It does,” confirmed Damien to say, “The problem arises only if a human decides or is forced to transform into
the low level bred vampire. A vampire’s bite can be helpful or repulsive where the body starts to make or break.”
To add to this, Damien said, “This man was one of the few test subjects found in the land of Bonelake. His features are unique enough that Murkh decided to add him up to his collection.”
Murkh laughed nervously, “Councilman Damien, this isn’t a collection but subjects that have unique conditions. They are some of the value you could say,” said the doctor wringing his hands together.
The council laboratory was built and assigned in a way where Murkh was the one who had been handling the
work for years. Enough that three head council’s had been replaced since his assignment to the job. The interest
he held in his word and the secrecy that was to be maintained here in isolation had turned the vampire less normal compared to the others.
Every person in the cylinder in here was a type of species who was rare but that wasn’t all to it. They were the
cases that were bizarre and couldn’t be solved by the councilmen. Most of the cases were always solved which
didn’t need to vacancy down in this room but once in every one or two years, cases reached the council that
couldn’t be explained. Bodies like those were placed in here, having a special spot where the soul didn’t rest.
Noticing Penny’s eager looking eyes that were seeking answers, the doctor puffed his chest letting his tongue loose to something he was not supposed to go saying out and loud.
“The case was closed by one of the elder head council a few years ago. Year 1854,” Murkh glanced at the number
plate that was plastered down on the metal before the glass encasing began, “He was an early corrupted human
who was acquired buried deep down in the water with a stone that was tied around his leg,” a mark that once
had been red around the man’s ankle now had turned dark and brown in time, “You see some things can be explained while some cannot be.”
Did that mean this one wasn’t solved? Not questioning anything.
As if shifting topic the vampire doctor said, “What do you think of the witch? She’s half-witch and half-human.”
“Burn her,” was Damien’s response to it. Damien walked towards a body that Murkh had only placed on the table who was deciding if he had to add the woman to his room collection or throw her away.
Leaving the dead man in the glass, Penny walked behind Damien where she caught sight of another being. The face that had turned dark where the skin had turned to look scaly. A black witch, Penny registered it in her mind.
“I found this one near the lake of bones. She was climbing the tree and the blood was oozing out from her fingers. I thought they were only rumours until I saw this,” said Murkh tipping his head towards the witch who laid flat on her back.
“Rumors are stemmed through something. Haven’t you heard there’s no smoke without a fire? I guess this is one
work that I would love to look into,” Damien smiled, tilting his head to look at the witches face, “Some of the
witches have been trying to bring the humans to their side. Turning the humans to one of them seems to be one
of the moves but like everything else, a human body cannot bare things. It is made of limitations. Write down the
report on it. I will take it in the morning,” said Damien before getting taking his leave from the room where Penny
followed him back.
When they reached back the carriage, Damien said to the coachman, “Fetch water for the horses. We will be
leaving after that,” the coachman bowed his head, turning his back to walk towards the shed which was made to
place some of the horses which the councilmen used. Once he was away,
Damien said to her, “Get inside the carriage. Go on,” he said, the look on his face which was serious, no mischief
in his eyes which turned her worried. Had she done something she was not supposed to do?
“I am not a white witch,” blurted Penny in her haste as she inched closer to the carriage door.
“Are you a hundred percent sure?”
At his question, she gulped. She knew how much witches were hated everywhere. It didn’t matter if the person
was a white witch or a black witch. The bottom of the surface was that witches were all bad and were meant to die.
“Get inside. We don’t have much time,” pursing her lips, she got inside the carriage and soon Damien followed
her. When she stook a seat, he pulled the door of the carriage close while also pulling out the little curtains of the
window to a close.
Penny wondered what was going on in his mind, “M-master Damien?”
Without another word, Damien took hold of her hand which was on her lap and bit into her hand!
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Penelope flinched at the sudden pain of the fangs piercing through her skin where a mouth latched on as if a
piece of bread had been hanging in the air. The bite wasn’t a long one but a short quick one where Damien let
go of her hand after she had overcome the initial shock.
She took her hand, holding it close to her chest but taking a look at the same time to see the two holes which
Damien had made.
“Why did you do that?” she asked him wide-eyed, her face holding the expression of shock. Was he so hungry
that he had decided to have her as the spare blood body, or should she say emergency food?
“Your blood tastes sweet. Give it back, let me have another bite,” said Damien raising his hand towards her but
Penny scooted away to go the other corner of the carriage. Not that it would make much difference as it was a
small space where she had no place to run except for the window which couldn’t fit her.
Having never been bitten before in her life except, she looked at him with a skeptical look. Staring at each other.
Damien’s pink tongue peeked out of his lips, wiping the blood off his lips to catch his Adam’s apple bob up and down. After a few seconds, Penny asked, “You aren’ hungry…are you?”
“What makes you think I am not?” when Penny didn’t answer and only continued to stare at him, “How rude of
you to refuse your master a meal when he is hungry. Should I perhaps punish you here?”
She saw him shift from his seat closer to her and this time she gulped softly. Was he really going to drink her
blood? She remembered the time when he had taken blood from Lady Yuvaine’s neck until the lady had passed
Seeing the fear start to swirl in her green eyes, a smile cracked on Damien’s lips as he spoke, “Give me your hand.
Be a good mouse, sweetheart,” hearing the sweet words from him only made her that much wary about him, “I
won’t bite this time,” the smile simmered down making her wonder why he was asking for her hand if it weren’t
for him biting her. He hummed as if he were waiting and reluctantly, Penny gave her hand to him. Placing it on
his while he grasped it firmly to bring it back close to his face which alarmed, her heart beating loudly as she
readied herself for the pain.
This master of hers had only given his word of not biting her and it was not even a minute that he was ready to
open as she saw him part his lips, “You told you wouldn’t bite,” came out the whispered rushed words from her mouth.
Her eyes looked at him, moving softly as it jumped to look from one eye of his to another. Her own lips parted as she tried to breathe in.
Damien who had leaned forward towards her hand pulled his head back, “Penelope, you have only seen the
worse things of the slave establishment. Of slaves going through torture, pain, death, some losing their mind
before they are handed to their master and mistresses. Most of them take the buy slaves for their own
amus.e.m.e.nt. Do you know why I bought you? You always ask me why I bought you, let’s see if you can answer
it today,” he said making her frown.
How would she know why he had bought her?
When her heart hitched at him leaning back to her hand which he still held in his, he said, “I said I wouldn’t bite
you,” and with that, Damien licked the wound he had caused without single remorse of him touching a person lower than him right now intimately.
Penny had stopped breathing. Her eyes wider than before, goosebumps starting to form all over her skin. Damien
gave a few more licks, closing the wound every time his coarse tongue came in contact with her hand.
The entire scene in front of her was e.r.o.t.i.c. With his hair that he had previously ruffled, it came to brush her
hand like a feather. Damien looked nothing less to a cat, a black one maybe because of his pitch-black hair with
his eyes closed until they opened to look right at her.
When he finally raised his head back, the grip on her hand loosening for her to slip out but for him to catch hold
of her index finger, “Always in such hurry to run away.”
“I did not run away,” came out Penny’s response, her heart thundering in her heart and she was hardly bothered
with it as her Master Damien had licked her hand. Which man did that?! she fretted internally.
Damien leaned back, his eyes on her which were filled with amus.e.m.e.nt, “Are you saying the thought of you
trying to run away tonight never crossed your mind?” Unfortunately for Penny though even though she tried not
to bring any emotions out, her heart betrayed her, “To run when there is a room full of vampires who might want
to hunt you, you should know better, Penny,” that did cross her mind. She was aware that running at this time of
the night though looked feasible at the same time she would invite the same amount of risk, “Though a lot of
abuse slaves, some of them want to build a good relationship of the master and slave. It is a matter of the slave
putting their whole life to dedicate their life while the master will provide the roof that the slave craves. But it is
more than that. It is a matter of trust which not many can build and maintain.”
“It doesn’t change the dynamics that much, Master Damien. A slave will still be treated beneath everyone else
and you never know when their life will be taken.”
“That is where you are wrong. Penelope, my cousin and I often play chess as a leisure game. If there was one
thing I have learned in there-the mere soldier who is brave enough to sacrifice can play until the end to be
whatever he wants in the end.”
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The words he spoke resonated deeply in her mind and heart. Her eyes not looking away from him even for a
second. This was the second time Damien had spoken something that she looked up to as if there was a light at
the end of the tunneled bridge she was in at the moment.
A lof times Damien was always someone who enjoyed seeing people get annoyed and fl.u.s.tered, his words
hitting right through one’s heart which was mostly sarcastic or threatening ones. But right now she didn’t know
why she couldn’t move her eyes away.
“Have I charmed you with my words?” he broke the spell and her eyes lowered down, hearing the coachman who asked Damien,
“Master, the horses have been given water. Will we be leaving for Quinn’s mansion?”
“Yes, let’s leave,” ordered Damien. The carriage slightly shook as the coachman had jumped on to his seat.
Penny had never played the game of chess though she had heard plenty about the game. People like her who
belonged to the class f peasants who were trying to survive through the days and week had no time to spend on
things like it. It was the rich men and women, the families who belonged to the higher societies who had time to
spare on games, the theatrical play and the tea parties which a poor woman or a man could not dream of.
With the awkwardness which had only started to disappear, Damien had only made it even more obvious by commenting on how his words had affected her.
“Do you know to play chess?” he asked her to which she shook her head, “Have you heard of it?” and this time
Penny nodded her head to a yes, “Words, dear mouse. You have a beautiful voice, don’t hide it with the mum
actions,” his words were too straight forward and it felt like since two days his words had been attacking her, not
that it hadn’t before but this was a little too forward which she was unprepared for.
“Yes, Master Damien.”
If Penny belonged to a higher class, maybe she would have considered that Damien Quinn was trying to court
her, but Penny was a slave. But this was Damien who was a strange pureblooded vampire who did things which
one didn’t expect. The more thought she gave to it, the more stressful she felt thinking if he was courting her for
his own amus.e.m.e.nt.
“The game isn’t too hard. Once we go home I will teach you. By tomorrow morning you will ace the game,” promised Damien.
Reaching back at the mansion, most of the carriages that had arrived at Quinn’s mansion had left. It had been
more than three to four hours with Damien and Penny who had been away from the mansion.
Damien being true to his word had made Penny sit in front of a black and white board with various shaped
pawns that were placed on the board. He had taught her from the beginning, starting with the basics of what was
the role of each pawn. To Penny’s surprise, Damien took his time to teach her without rushing it and making her
understand one by one. If one were to look at Damien and speak about patience they would say he had none but
that would be wrong to assume, thought Penny to herself as she looked at the board where she had been given
the black pawns to play against the white.
He had only stepped out of the room for ten minutes and by the time he had returned back, Penny’s head rested
on the bed with one of her arms stretched out. She softly breathed in an out, but her body was still stiff as if she
would wake up with one sound in the room. Closing the door, Damien walked forward, pulling the chessboard
and putting the pieces back in its place. Coming back, he sat on the bed next to her to see her sleeping face.
His hand reached her face, wanting to push away the strands of her hair that hovered over her face but it
stopped mid-way. Retracing back his fingers he shook her shoulder, “Sleep on the bed, mouse,” she would catch
a cold, thought Damien who heard her hum but still sleeping, “Get on the bed or I will pick you up myself,” he murmured the last line.
Getting no response from her, he sighed. What a troublesome little thing he had in his room. Going to the
fireplace, he pulled out the drawer that had the spare wood, putting them in the already burning fire, Damien
stood up to go back to Penny. Picking her up, he placed her on the bed to see her curl once he had put the blanket on her.
Damien stared at her. Since the time he had bought her, he had a hunch that Penny wasn’t a mere human but a
witch. The question was what kind of witch she was but seeing the traits of her, putting to her simple test he had
gathered that she couldn’t be a black witch.
It was the wound at the bottom of her feet that had raised his doubts on her being a witch. The stupid mouse
had no clue what happened when one stepped on a rusted iron and she had stepped far too deep. His words
had been threatening at that time but he had no other choice but to use his nail to pierce through the skin to
pull out the blood and puss from her feet. Taking her to the doctor anywhere would only raise suspicion.
Humans were fragile creatures who were easy to break. Unlike vampires who were affected by only a few things,
the life of a human was as good as a lone thread that could be cut by pulling the two ends apart. Damien knew it
better as he had seen the cases that came to Murkh for examination. Infection was the most common thing and
Penny would have been affected by the infection spreading through her muscles and joints where one would
have to cut the limb to stop the infection.
Strangely even though the infection was there it had been trying to not spread which was were Damien had
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picked about her kind. To test it further, he had made her climb the tree. A white witch often used the grounds
but with the black witches, they usually relied on different transport as well as climbing the tree which looked
similar to a lizard trying to climb on the wall. The arms and legs often crossed as they climbed but it happened
with this one.
Turning around to the bathroom with his gaze breaking away from her. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t enjoy
the scene with her staring at the tree. Damien had never been one to judge, as crude and mean he came to the
public, there was a reason why the council had appointed him to take care of the black market and the things that went behind the scenes of the high society.
He washed his face with the cold water. Splashing it on his face to pull back as he wiped it with the black towel,
letting his hands fall on the edge of the sink where he looked at his eyes. One eyes of his was dark red and the
other fluctuating between black and red like a candle of light placed near an open window.