Young Master Damiens Pet Chapter 51 – Meddling hair- Part 2
His hand slid over her but his touch was gentle than what she expected which had her eyes glued to him, “It
seems alright,” and suddenly he patted on her shoulder making her stagger from where she stood on the bed,
“Now if you need the rules to be followed. I will leave a bunch of them with Falcon. You better make sure you
follow every single on of them. Failure to do so…you know. My good pet,” he patted her head as one would with
their dog, “Help me with buttoning now.”
Damien stood still looking, waiting for her hands to start moving.
“Master Damien,” Penny started this time her eyes not meeting his eyes.
“I-uh, I don’t have experience in dressing anyone. Not a male at least.”
“That’s good. It would be troublesome if you did. You will learn slowly. Raise your hands,” he instructed her, “Now
keep them steady. There’s no need to fear. I am not going to eat your hand.”
Penny couldn’t keep her hands still but nevertheless, she thought it was better to get things done quickly than
prolong it. Taking both sides of the shirt, she brought it close enough to start buttoning his shirt while also
making sure her fingers didn’t touch his bare skin. And even though she didn’t touch it, she couldn’t move her
gaze away which occasionally drifted to look at the expanse of his chest.
When she was done, her eyes very slowly moved up and it met his red eyes, “All done.”
“Are you planning to choke me? Take off the first two buttons at the top,” she noticed that in deep concentration
she had buttoned his shirt until the last one of his collar where he looked much decent than what he portrayed of
himself, “You don’t have to take a bath today. Follow me,” he said making his way towards the door and walking
out of it.
Penelope followed Damien while touching the errant hair of her head. She had taken a peek of her reflection up
in the mirror of the bed which made her look nothing short to how a bird’s nest looked like. Not finding the time
to fix her hair, she tried to smoothen it up from the side and up by tucking the hair behind her ear over and over
“Stop meddling with your hair,” she heard Damien say to her where she immediately put down her hand. She
didn’t know how he found out about it as he was walking in the front, she was sure that he had an extra eye
which always kept a watch around his surroundings which wasn’t visible to anyone.
The coarse material that she wore, kept moving up and down her skin almost making her want to itch some parts
of her body but she couldn’t. As she walked she tried to take longer steps which looked quite abnormal as the
skin near her thigh itched. Damien turned to look at her making her walk the way she normally did.
She looked down at the ground, following his this time quietly without any antics. As they descended down the
stairs, she caught sight of the maids and other servants who had increased in count as they cleaned the mansion’s hall.
With the way it looked, it seemed like the celebration of Damien’s mother was going to be grand. Penny had
never had the opportunity to witness anything remotely close to the approaching celebration that was going to
take place in Quinn’s mansion. It was something that piqued her interest. She was interested to see how the
vampires or rather how the rich celebrated unlike the poor people like herself who only wished each other before
going back to their routine life.
Coming from the poor village and poorer family, there was nothing that she could relate to here which felt as if
she stepped in a completely different world.
Following Damien’s footsteps, she entered the dining room like any other time and sat on the ground only after
Damien waved his hand for her to sit. At that time when Penny had entered the dining room, she could feel the
eyes that glared right at her. It was Lady Grace, who was not only unhappy but furious to what had taken place
Penny didn’t have to look at her but she couldn’t help but take a peek at the young vampiress who looked as if
Damien had already torn whatever pet of hers he was speaking of yesterday. The girl’s nostrils had flared in
anger. Given that she hadn’t obeyed Lady Grace’s words, but she had obeyed Master Damien’s to which he had
not complained and seemed rather pleased that she had listened to him.
Even if Damien did tell her to listen, there were chances that Penny was not going to listen to him. It was because
the vampiress was not only rude but she reminded her of the woman she had met yesterday who had whipped
the slave with the leather whip. Though she didn’t get to witness the scene entirely as Damien had sent her to
fetch him a glass of water, she didn’t miss the spot of blood that had come to stain on the slave’s body. Especially the back.
Yesterday was a lot more than she could have handled and if it weren’t for Damien, she might not have had an
arm right now and would have bled to death.
“What was the ruckus about yesterday, Damien and Grace?” Mr. Quinn, their father asked them as he ate his
breakfast. He looked at his children to gain the attention of only Grace. Damien had chosen to continue eating
his meal without wanting to be disturbed, “Damien,” his father stared at him.
“Damien needs to be punished for not only disregarding his sister’s wishes but also not having the ability to
respect the elders in this house,” it was Lady Fluerance who said, passing a mere glance to her step-son. Dabbing
her lips before raising the fork and putting the meat in her mouth.
“I am listening. I am not deaf,” he lifted his head with a smile on his lips, taking a bite from his own fork and
chewing the food.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 52 – Meddling hair- Part 3
“You really don’t have manners when it comes to dealing with your elders,” his stepmother accused him not
happy with the way he had responded to her.
“Respect is something you gain, isn’t it? What is the point of respecting someone when you don’t actually respect
them?” asked Damien who almost froze the dining room with his words. Even Penny who had been eating the
food provided to her stopped to not make a noise from her mouth. She felt like an intruder right now where a
family feud was taking place and she had no right to be here to watch it. If only she could disappear, thought to
herself. It felt as if this was a daily routine for the people at the table to fight.
“I didn’t say anything wrong. No need to get so tensed,” Damien chuckled to himself as if he found amus.e.m.e.nt
in the current scene that was presented to him, “At least it was something I learned from my mother’s teachings.
You earn what you pay. Don’t you think so too, Maggie?”
His elder sister who had decided not to take part in the daily activity at the table with her family smiled at the
remembrance of her late mother, “Yes, that is what mother used to say. But I think it fell more in line for you than
me,” it was a memory to both Maggie and Damien but the current lady of the house didn’t take it well.
“This is what I meant last night. Both of them don’t even care if I am present in the room!” Fleurance whispered
to her husband. And even if it was a whisper, the people in the dining room could hear it crystal clear, “They blatantly ignore me.”
Maggie who was at the table frowned, “I am sorry, mother, but I don’t remember ever disrespecting you.”
“What about now then?” the older vampiress raised her eyebrow in question, “You agree that I don’t deserve the respect I demand-”
“Respect isn’t demanded, milady, it is something you gain but don’t worry. I am sure in a few more centuries if
you live that long, you will earn a little bit of it.” Penny’s own eyes widened at Damien’s unfiltered words. It was as
if he didn’t take care of what people thought of him and did what pleased him.
“Damien, that’s too far,” his father warned.
“My bad. I was only teasing mother,” he said picking up the bowl in front of him and scooping a spoon from it.
Penny could tell from where she sat that her master had left everyone speechless in the room but they didn’t look
shocked as it seemed to be something that often happened. Not wanting to be part of it, she looked down at her
food and carefully put one spoon after another as if she heard and seen nothing.
Lady Fleurance seemed like she wanted to say something but she closed her mouth, pressing her lips tightly.
“What were you speaking of, father?” asked Damien like he had caused the air of heaviness in the room.
“Grace came to me yesterday. She said that your slave you bought in here needs to be thrown back to the slave
establishment as she doesn’t know how to follow mere rules of the mansion and the owner,” Damien’s father said
with his deep voice, “And I have to say I agree with her. But at the same time, I proposed her to punish the girl
here right in front of us so that she would know her place than rebel towards her owner or the owner’s family.”
Penny who had been minding herself suddenly felt her hand freeze along with her heart after hearing what Mr.
Quinn had to say. The vampiress had really gone to her father to tattle-tale on what had occurred. And Penny
had thought she was joking only as a light threat.
It was as if many church bells started to ring at the back of her mind at the thought of her being sent to the slave
establishment. But at the same time, fear started to occupy through her mind as to what would happen with the
punishment he was speaking of in front of everyone.
Seeing Damien not speak a word, Grace looked happy, some kind of glow that came to settled on her face as if
she achieved what she had planned for. Damien hadn’t spoken a word yet which only made Penny worry that
Finally, he then asked,
“What exactly did little Gracie come to you with, father?”
“She said the slave refused to oblige with the orders and demands that was asked with. Not only that but also
had the audacity to speak back when questioned. I should say, I can’t help but notice that the slave you have
bought doesn’t even know that when a person of higher status is talking about the slave that one should stand
up and present themselves.”
Penny didn’t have to be told twice and she quickly stood up from the marble floor to face Mr. Quinn as well as
seeing Damien who was staring at his younger sister.
She didn’t meet senior Mr. Quinn’s eyes as she didn’t know what he had on his mind. Penny had taken the liberty
to test the waters with Damien but that didn’t mean she would do the same with his father. Though by the
appearance he appeared to be a quiet person, she doubted he was of gentle nature. If there was something
Penny had learned in her life, it was the quietest people one was to be wary of as you never knew what weapons
they held behind that calm curtain.
“Is there something I missed?” asked Mr. Quinn.
“A lot,” Damien stated, dropping his fork at the side of the plate and turning himself in his seat to face his father
in full view, “For one that I very clearly said to little Gracie that this slave was exclusively mine. If you need a slave
for yourself, go buy one in the black market. There are plenty of them and keep your eyes off from mine. Grace
was well aware of it, yet she tries to poke her not so long nose in my business.”
“A simple task of preparing blood tea shouldn’t have been much of work,” his father said and Damien nodded his head.
“Maybe, it is a simple task that requires technique. But I don’t want sister dearest to get used to it. There are
several maids here to fulfill and grant your demands for what you want. If she gets used to thinking, she will only
ask for more with every week and what if she decides that the slave is hers and not mine?” Damien tilted his
head, waiting for a response and when he found none, he continued, “You do know father how valuable all my
belongings are, as they are very expensive but this girl was about to break it. Shouldn’t we teach little Gracie
some manners on what is allowed and not allowed to be touched?”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 53 – Father and son- Part 1
Damien’s eyes fell on his younger sister whose head snapped to turn to him.
Grace rolled her eyes to say, “I am not a slave to be punished. I am a member of this family, you cannot punish me.”
“Why not? Family or not we are all taught on what and how to follow. Clearly here you haven’t understood to
step on the boundaries we have,” Damien said coolly and looked at his father again, “Don’t you remember that
one time father where you punished Maggie for not listening to what was told?”
Maggie who had been quiet after her step-mothers wrong accusation of her not treating the woman right looked
up at from the table, staring at the wall remembering what Damien was speaking of. The memory was as fresh
and colorful like it had occurred a few hours ago.
Both Maggie and Damien were young children. She had a small wolf with her, a wolf she was not to get from the
forest but she got it home anyways. The wold she had picked was a wild one but that hadn’t been the problem. It
was the wolves mother that had come hunting near the bridge killing three of their servants. The mother wolf
had been killed and to teach maggie the lesson to not bring animals home, the wolf was thrown in the fireplace
of this very dining room where the fireplace was locked and closed where she could still hear the little wolf pup
crying as it was killed in the fire in front of her very own eyes.
Her one single mistake of bringing the pup home had caused five death and she was solely responsible for it.
Maggie had cried that night, her mother patting her to sleep as it was the goriest thing she had come to see at
that age. After that, she had been extremely careful. Unlike Damien, Maggie had the traits which she shared like
the other humans making her seem less of a night creature when compared to the other two siblings of hers.
Damien glanced at his elder sister Maggie who stared at the wall for a brief moment before going back to
continue eating. A smile upon her lips which showed nothing of the past that had Grace say,
“Since when did passing orders result in punishment to the owners?”
“Who is whose owner, Gracie?” Damien clicked his tongue in his mouth. His eyes going to meet his father later,
“Don’t tell me you approve of it father. The girl is solely my slave and no one else’s. I am sure I have made it clear
every single time. Do you want me to put it through your head, sister, so that you wouldn’t confuse yourself with
“Grace, don’t touch your brother’s belongings,” their father said which had Damien smiling triumphantly as if
knowing how it was going to end while the young vampiress head snapped to look at her father.
“But father…” Grace trailed, her eyebrows furrowing before she quietly continued her meal.
Penny, on the other hand, had her body freeze with the previous exchange of words in the room. She couldn’t
help but look at Lady Maggie who had not taken part in their not so civil conversation. It seemed that like many
other houses, this one had memories buried under the false facet and words that covered itself in appearance.
Lady Fleurance didn’t look pleased with her husband. Saying nothing, she walked out of the dining room with her
precious daughter Grace. Lady Maggie was the next person who murmured her thanks to the butler who helped
in pulling the chair back timely so that she could stand up. Like her stepfamily, she didn’t speak to her father but
only gave him a bow as if she was taking her leave from the dining room.
This left only Damien, his father, Penny and a few servants who were taking away the food and used plates from
the room back to the kitchen. The butler walked around the room, guiding the maids what to take and not to
from the table. If Penny could, she wished to walk out of the room and step outside the house for some air. But
she couldn’t. She was a slave after all. Unless her master said or allowed she was supposed to stay next to him.
With her breakfast completed until the last grain in the bowl, her eyes drifted across the room, as much as her
height would allow right now.
Just as her eyes were scanning the people and the things around her from where she sat on the floor. She saw
the two maids whom she had met in the kitchen. The girls who had bad-mouthed her. And even though they
were in the same room, the maids or even for that matter any servants eyes never roamed too far from where
they stood. They were trained in a manner as to obey and follow the rules of the household.
It wasn’t bizarre for Penelope as she herself had once got the opportunity to serve a wealthy family where
everyone had to follow the decorum of the house. But she had served the house for less than two weeks before
taking her leave. It was a house of humans but nonetheless, the strictness and guidelines weren’t too far from
what the vampire’s household.
And like every other place, the maids and servants were as nosey as any other place as if it were a competition to
gossip. Penny called them the gossipmongers. The people who had nothing else to do in their lives but nitpick
and laugh at things that didn’t concern them without doing anything right. And no matter how much a maid
gossiped, the servant could never speak with the same fervor in front of his or her owner.
Penny who was in her own world staring at people finally felt Mr. Quinn staring at her which even her master caught.
“Falcon,” said Damien, “Take her back to my room.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 54 – Father and son- Part 2
She stood up with her bowl, where the utensil was passed to the maid before she was led back to Damien’s
room. When the long length of the dining table was cleared by the maids, all of them left before the last one
closed the doors behind her before leaving the father and son in there by themselves.
“That was quite rude of what you said to Fleurance, Damien,” Damien’s father spoke, his red eyes looking at his son whose eyes finally decided to move to look back.
“That is equal to saying you don’t respect what your deceased wife said. Don’t tell me, you don’t value her words
anymore but of the living,” tuted Damien shaking his head playfully.
“That is a low blow and not very nice of you to say that.”
“I didn’t say anything wrong but was only stating facts.”
“Your facts are very bitter, worse than a grain of salt on the wound.”
“What can I say, truth is bitter,” Damien chuckled. Damien’s father, Gerald’s eyes twitched. His mouth twisting in distaste.
“You know she isn’t that bad…”
“That’s like saying you know she’s bad but not too bad. Considerably bad?” Damien raised his hands when his
father looked at him with a frown, “What is with the serious mood,” sighing, his words turned serious, “She might
be a good mother to little sister and a wonderful wife to you but she will never take mother’s place.”
“You need to give her a chance, to acknowledge her presence. She is a person.”
“I did. I acknowledge her to be your wife, father but that is the only acknowledgment he will receive,” Gerald
didn’t know what to say. Though his elder daughter Maggie was more accepting of the situation where he had
remarried. Damien had been worse than hostile but he couldn’t argue more as his current wife didn’t spare her
words to his son, “It’s going to be your mother’s birth anniversary in three days. Are you planning to skip it this
year too? Your mother would have loved for you to be part of it.”
The glint in Damien’s eyes reduced where he gave his father a lop-sided smile, “The thought of celebrating
birthdays is endearing when the person is alive,” this was the time in the year Damien didn’t like. Changing the
subject back, he lifted his chin, “Don’t you think your youngest daughter is being spoiled unnecessarily?”
“She must have taken it from you,” his father’s lips twisted slightly. Picking the glass of blood that was placed for
him to drink, he took a sip from it.
“Touche. At least I don’t go threatening to break arms for silly reasons. You need to keep an eye on that one. Never know what she will do…”
His father nodded his head as if agreeing but not voicing it in words at first, “I am aware that she tends to be like
that,” Gerald placed his hand under his chin, “Sometimes I wonder if it is because she feels left out by being the
youngest one. It does worry me,” the old man sighed.
“I will happily take up the task of beating the brattiness out of her,” the evil glint in Damien’s eyes was up.
“Children are supposed to get along once they grow up. You both are being difficult,” the man rubbed his
forehead. Seeing Damien stand up and starting to walk, he asked his son, “The Lord of Bonelake is pleased with
“That is good news.”
“Yes, he is a humble and kind man for a vampire lord yet he graciously looks after the land,” Damien smiled as he
approached the door. Humble? Kind? His father was blind as the rest of them to think like that. He doubted that
Lord Nicholas’ dictionary held all those words. As much as he appeared kind outwardly, it took Damien less than
a ten seconds to crack open the facade the man carried behind his smooth chiseled mask.
One of Damien’s many qualities was not only keen observation but his ability to look through a person’s face was
something that made his job easier. If Damien wasn’t wrong, there was something that always lingered around
the Lord of Bonelake, something very malicious which he tried to figure out.
“If not him you should look up to your cousin Alexander,” upon hearing his cousin’s name, Damien nodded his
head, “It has been a while since he’s come to visit us now. Has he been doing well?”
“I met him last week in the council room. He’s been doing well,” he answered his father’s question before taking
his leave from the dining room.
Penny was sitting on the bed when she heard the knob of the door being tuned before it was opened for Damien
to step inside the room as he left it open.
“We are going out,” he said walking towards the closet of his room, sliding the door to pick one of his coats
which was dark brown in color. Wearing it, he turned to look at her, “Let me take you out for fresh air,” Penny
gingerly stood up as she wasn’t sure if his meaning for fresh air was fresh air itself or if it meant something else.
Following him, both Damien and Penelope walked through the halls of the mansion where they came across
Damien’s elder sister Lady Maggie who was talking to a maid about her room that needed to be fixed.
On seeing Lady Maggie, Penny bowed her head where the bow was returned with a small smile as the lady
turned her gaze to her brother. Maggie didn’t question where he was going with his slave and returned her gaze
back to the maid she had been speaking to.
Damien continued to walk out where Penny followed him. She saw him not wait for the carriage, where he only
walked away from the entrance. Curious she asked him,
“Are we going to the woods, master Damien?”
“Yes, my smart mouse. Fresh air equals stroll in the woods where there are no idiotic, stupid beings to get on my
nerves and spout irrelevant nonsense.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 55 – The woods- Part 1
As the mansion was built on the hill like a place where Penny had not once left the mansion on foot.
The wide bridge was made of hard rocks that had sustained the harsh weather of wind and rain of Bonelake. On
either side of the bridge sat a vessel like a stone that was empty which was built at equal intervals of space. It was
an opportunity to walk on the wide bridge that was up in the air as the passage from the mansion which led to
the forest and connecting to the other lands which weren’t isolated. But at the same time, the height of the
bridge was daunting which could scare a person who had the fear of heights.
Penny found herself to be greeted by the wind due to the height she walked in on the bridge right now. She
could see the sea on both her left and right while in the front walked Damien, every step of his confident and
stride full as he placed his foot on the stony ground. As it was morning, with the weather not harsh as clouds
hovered above them, the forest looked warm in color, giving the background to her master who walked ahead of her.
The wind ruffled her already errant hair where she had to use her hand to stop it from falling all over her face.
The walk on the bridge was quiet. Once they had successfully crossed the bridge, they entered the forest like lan
d and instead of walking on the road, she found Damien taking another route.
It made Penny wonder where they were going. Or where he was taking her. Thinking back at what happened in
the dining room, she couldn’t stop pondering over the family’s words. There always seemed to be friction going
between Damien and his sister Grace where the younger vampiress was always bent on poking her nose where it
wasn’t needed like making her do her job.
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Remembering her arm being twisted she shook her head. Suddenly hearing a couple of birds chirp as they flew in
the sky above them, it distracted Penny from her thoughts to raise her head and search where the birds were but
the trees were tall and branched enough with the leaves to not allow one to view the sky but only in patches.
The trees reminded her of the time when she had tried to run away from him. Her face turned wry when she
thought about it. She had escaped from him, ran in the rain continuously using the stolen money to stay in the
inn but what had happened in the end? She had been caught.
Somewhere she felt that he had let her escape for his own amus.e.m.e.nt to see how far she would go. Making
her run to only take away the freedom she had been so closed to.
She heard Damien speak, “I like to take walks in here. They are much quieter than back in there,” he meant the
mansion. It made her wonder if something was bothering him, the talk in the dining room with his father maybe?
But then, every sentence that had been passed to him had been retorted back with ease, “How about you? Do you like taking walks?” he asked her.
“I think so,” she answered not sure if she actually did as before even turning to a slave she often had to go back
and forth through the forest of her village to help her uncle. It was something any human did but maybe it was
different for a vampire, especially one who was privileged who could use the carriage and the horses on their beck and call.
“Think so,” he murmured her answer. Penny didn’t know what was going on in this vampire’s head as she had
stopped trying to understand and decipher most of the things he did as nothing ever made sense, “My sister and
I often came here with our mother when she was still alive. Taking walks in the evening and hunting animals,”
Penny hadn’t expected him to speak about his mother but as he said it, his voice didn’t seem to contain the usual
tone he held while he mocked and insulted people. His words appeared to sound distant as he spoke of his memory to her.
“She must have been a lovely woman,” Penny responded back. For someone like Damien to think about his
mother made her wonder what kind of woman the late lady was. If she considered both Damien and Lady
Maggie, both their characteristics and nature were in stark contrast to one another.
Lady Maggie must have taken to be like her mother, thought Penny to herself.
Damien turned around to meet her gaze, “She was more than lovely. You should have seen her tear the caught
rabbit into two halves,” seeing the small surprised expression pass across her feature, he asked her, “Did you
think she was kind?” his head slightly moved back, a laugh escaping his lips.
“Oh, pet of mine,” One corner of Damien’s lips lifted up, parting his lips where he twisted his mouth as he
continued to smile with his eyes shining out of mirth, “I have taken after like my mother. She was a beautiful
woman, kind maybe to her children but you know how I am. My sister Maggie has taken over to be like father
but we both share the traits of our mother while sweet Grace took after her mother.”
Penny had no words to say. Rabbits were meat which was cooked but at the same time tearing an alive rabbit
apart was a little more than gruesome in Penny’s eyes. Damien then started to walk and she slowly followed him.
“Don’t judge on appearances and words. Learn to see through the facade of what is in front of you than judge
with the first glance. Unfortunately, not everyone is as gifted as me but I am sure you can use your brain,” Penny
didn’t know what and why the man was lecturing her on this subject, “You might be my pet, but I would expect
some difference from the other slaves and my own slave.”
Penny’s eyes narrowed, zeroing it at Damien’s head as he said those words. Before she could think any further,
his footsteps halted again as he stared at a tree to say,
“Now quick, climb up the tree and bring me the fruit.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 56 – The woods- Part 2
Penny gave him a bewildered look as if the man had grown another head, “What?” Damien was looking up at the
tree with his eyes set on the scrumptious looking red fruits that hung on the branches of the tree.
“That one right there,” he pointed out his hand at one of the fruit which had grown at the top and the far end of the branch.
“We do not have a ladder, master Damien,” Penny tried to reason with him which the man didn’t seem to hear
though there was nothing else stopping him from listening to what she just said.
“I can see that. That is why I said go ahead and start climbing the tree. That one,” he said looking at the fruit
while not moving an inch from where he stood. His stance was stubborn. Did he think she was some kind of
“I do not have the skill for it,” she frowned, giving the tree a look to see there was no way she could climb this one. Penny had no experience when it came to climbing trees.
Damien nodded his head before his eyes fell on her, “You will develop. One needs to learn how to climb trees,”
why would anyone have to learn it unless it was the woodcutter who needed to cut and sell woods, “You might
never know why you will need it. Now hurry. I have been craving to have this one whilst waiting for it to ripen.”
Penny stared at him and he stared back at her with a lighter intensity. Penny gritted her teeth, turning away from
him, she walked to the tree. Checking the tree so that she could know where to place her foot to start climbing.
Her bare feet which had not been covered since the time she had been taken to the slave establishment, felt the
stones and the little twigs under feet.
Still hesitant about it, she turned around to look at Damien who gave her an encouraging smile. Turning herself
again back to look at the tree, she finally held the trunk of the tree with both her hands, placing one foot while
swaying her body up and down as if anxiously waiting for some invisible push to push her on the tree but nothing ever came.
After a minute, Penny placed her head on the tree.
“Did you fall asleep without even making an effort to climb? How lazy,” she heard Damien ask her. If it was
possible right now, Penny would have loved to pull the tree from its roots to bash it right against this
pureblooded vampire’s head to see if it could fix the loosehead of his.
“I have never climbed the tree, Master Damien. You cannot expect me to climb up like some squirrel and bring you down the fruit.”
“Hmm? Are you being disrespectful towards me?” he asked from behind.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, master,” Penny closed her eyes, her teeth gritting.
“Of course, you didn’t. But then if you are, would you like a swim in the sea here? Though I cannot assure you if it
will be a good swim as no one ever came back to tell me how it was, you can always look forward to it,” was he
threatening her? Thinking about being thrown from up above into the waster made her feel dizzy.
Penny pivoted her body through her heel, giving the man a queasy smile as she said, “I will try to climb.”
“That’s what I thought. I knew you were looking for just that kind of motivation,” clapping his hand as if he were
looking forward to her climbing the tree, he said, “Take a deep breath and push yourself up…You can do it,” he
waited for her to get to work which she finally did.
Penny felt as if she were being tortured and punished for her past life sins to have been turned to this man’s
personal slave where there was no escape. Before she made up her mind to climb a thought crossed her mind.
What if she pushed him in the sea? Would he survive? Maybe he would but it would definitely take him some
time before getting up here. After all, the path appeared to be a long one.
But then, thought Penny. This was a demon who had tagged along with her, chances were that before she could
even push him he would push her. Another reason was that there were higher chances of her not being able to
push him because Penny wasn’t a spiteful person. Sure the man was as odd as one could find but he hadn’t
treated her shameful or abusively where she was counting her stars of until when she would be spared. After
happening to see how the slave had been treated and after giving it much thought she realized that her master
was lenient compared to the people she had come across.
He made her do odd things, one of it being making her climb a tree. His wishes and words were odd. One
moment she had thought that they had come to some sort of ground before he shared about his mother but
then like a coin tossed in the air, his persona had changed back to the devil he was. Penny wasn’t mean for no
reason and what if he died in the process due to the fall? The last thing Penny was to live with herself over a person’s death.
“Penelope dear, planning for the weather to change so that the fruit falls into your hand?” she heard the heavily
filled sarcastic words of Damien Quinn. Maybe pushing him off the cliff wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Looking at the old tree where the outer cover of the woods had dried up she looked up and down before taking
a deep breath. It took her a couple of tries where her hands had begun to have dents on them while the bottom
of her feet felt incredibly sore. Finally, after some time Penny managed herself to climb the tree to her utter
happiness. Moving up, as he stuck to the tree like a moth on the wall, inch by inch she moved up to finally catch
hold of the nearest branch…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 57 – The woods- Part 3
Once she was up, she started to balance herself on the branch which felt weak and shaky. After a good amount of
springing on the branch, stretching and reaching out to the fruit Damien had previously pointed.
Just as she balanced herself, the branch above her where she had been holding broke to come in her hand. For a
mere second, she was scared and let out a sigh of relief that everything was alright until she heard another crack
sound before she felt her heart slip as the branch she had been standing on break.
But Penny didn’t fall on the ground, instead, Damien had caught hold of her in time just as she fell from the tree.
Penny had squeezed her eyes shut ready for her body to hit the ground. When it didn’t happen, she finally
opened her eyes to see Damien staring at her.
“Thank you,” she thanked looking at him.
“You got my fruit?” he asked her. Penny looked at her hand which held the fruit that wasn’t in a good shape
before she had picked it but nonetheless the fruit didn’t lose its appeal, making one desire to eat it, “Good,”
gentler than she had expected, he dropped her on the ground where she felt her feet meet the surface of the
land with her heart thudding loudly in her chest, “Did that give you a scare?” he asked her.
“I don’t think I have ever fallen from such height,” she answered him, one of her hand placed on her chest as she
tried to get it back to its usual rhythm. Handing him the fruit with her other hand, she saw him take it and take a
bite from it right away. The sound of the fruit being crushed between his teeth before he swallowed it.
“Your heart is too loud, mouse. Learn to handle it, things like these shouldn’t scare you. You are a scared mouse,”
he stated and took another bite, staring at the fruit in his hand which he had taken bites from and looking up at
her, “Do you know what this fruit is called?” she shook her head. She had never come across to see such a strange-looking fruit.
By appearance, the fruit was white in color which had black pigmentation but as Damien ate the fruit, she could see the red fruit inside it.
“This is called firefly of the night,” he said beginning to educate her, “The fruit is delicious only at the time of the
morning. If one consumes it during the time of night, especially humans, the person can die in less than ten
minutes. It is called that because the fruit looks even more appealing when night falls upon it. Humans usually
don’t cultivate them in the fear of someone taking a bite into it at the time of night.”
Penny nodded her head, staring at the tree and the fruit that hung on the branches, “Is this why you said to be
careful with the appearance?” she asked him to see him finished the fruit in his hand and licking the last juice that
had seeped down while he was taking the bites from it.
“What a smart mouse I have. You need to be rewarded,” he said walking towards her but then at the tree before
he used his hand to hit the trunk of the tree with enough force of few fruits that were loosely hanging in the tree
to fall down. With his quickness, he caught one of them in less than a second.
Penny blinked at him. Did he just…?
All he had to do was hit the bark on the tree and instead of doing it, he had made her climb up the tree, “Don’t
look at me like that,” he said handing over the fruit to her, “Today you have learned a new skill. That is how to
climb a tree. Very soon you will master it as you will climb up and down with ease.”
“I don’t think it will be of any use…” she drawled. Hearing him chuckle as he pulled out his kerchief to wipe his
hands, putting it back in the pocket he said,
“I am sure it will be more than helpful, Penelope. Especially with that little brain of yours trying to device a plan of
escape since you arrived here,” he gave her full smile which a naive person could mistake it to be kind but the
smile was far from it. Damien walked past her leaving her speechless.
She had nothing to say as a retort. She had thought of him to be a crazy vampire who did things randomly but it
seemed like there was more than what met the n.a.k.e.d eye. He had told her to look through a person’s facade
and it seemed like this man himself hid a lot of things which she couldn’t reach right now.
Bringing the scrumptious looking fruit close to her lips, she opened her mouth to take a bite into it. For the first
second her face contoured at the sourness before it turned sweet as she swallowed it. The fruit had a strange
texture compared to what it looked like.
Finding Damien looking at her feet, he commented, “We need to get you some shoes before you go stamping on
another nail or thorn,” saying this, Damien started to walk back from where they had come. Back to the bridge that connected to the mansion.
Once Penny was done eating, she wiped her hands on the sides of her dress that she wore. Reaching the bridge,
Penny found some sort of relief when her feet touched the flat surface than the small stones and twigs in the forest.
Suddenly she found Damien stopping in his tracks and she who had been following him quietly back paused her
own footsteps. Seeing him where he had his hands in his trouser pockets. His head leaning back as if he were
looking up at the vast sky. He then looked over his shoulder and for that moment Penny felt as if she saw his eyes
appear to be darker or were it black in color itself?
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 58 – Life of a slave- Part 1
Penelope blinked her eyes again at the thought that she was imagining things or something had come to hover
in front of her eyes but that wasn’t the case at all.
“What is the matter?” Damien asked Penny who looked taken aback with his eyes color.
For the first few seconds, she stared at his black orbs of eyes which looked as dark as the color of his hair which
was pitch black in color, “Y-your eyes, master Damien,” she continued to stare at him where Damien turned
around to walk back to where she stood on the bridge.
The wind blew, the intensity of it in her ears humming up and down as it moved around them. The loose ends of
her hair were swept to the left side of her face and shoulder. Some of the baby hair hindering her eyes which she
didn’t dare to remove it as her eyes focussed on Damien, her eyes zeroing on his eyes which were an obvious color of darkness.
“What happened to my eyes?” she heard him ask her. Penelope was sure that his eyes were the color of red all
this time that it confused her if she had been imagining him to have red eyes but that couldn’t be. They were
black in color. A smile crept upon his lips, “Can you guess why they turned black?”
She wasn’t hallucinating after all. How could she know something she wasn’t aware of.
“A vampire’s eyes are supposed to be red in color. Can they change colors?” she asked him.
“They are not supposed to,” then why did his eyes change color? Was he not worried that something was wrong and off about it?
It appeared that something was really wrong with him and he needed medical attention to it, “You need to see a
doctor, Master Damien,” at her concerned voice, Damien’s lips twisted. He asked her,
“Worried about me, darling?” the term of endearment was something she wasn’t expecting that caught her off
guard, “Keep this to yourself now. Not many know about this,” he lifted his finger to place it on his lips before
turning on his heel and starting to head straight in the direction of the mansion.
Penny who stood flabbergasted had to run a little to catch up with the vampire, walking almost next to him with
absolute curiosity, she watched him walk unable to move her gaze away from him. She wondered if something
happened for his eyes to change color…and just as she thought about it, she realized that his eyes had been fine
until now. At least until they reached the forest.
And what did he mean to keep it to herself? Didn’t the others know about it?
Unable to hold back her curiosity, she asked him, “Master Damien…”
“Hmm?” he looked at her where she walked next to him on the concrete rocks of the bridge that was
smoothened every three months due to the rain of the Bonelake that often chipped the first layer of its surface.
“Are you alright?” she blurted to his utter surprise before an evil smirk made its way on his face.
“You must be a masochist to ask your master who makes you do all kinds of uncomfortable things yet you ask
him about his well being,” his eyes sparkled as if he was sure he had found his treasure.
Penny frowned her brows, turning away her face as if it was a wrong move to ask him anything. Master Damien
had the habit of spinning his words round and round until it came to where he could use it to retrieve what he
wanted. Penny believed that in Damien’s eyes, she was his personal pet, a slave that he had bought but in her
own mind. She was her own person. A person who would one day escape from where and that day wasn’t too far.
“Don’t pout mouse, women look terribly ugly when they pout. It only shows how immature they are. By the way,
do you need shoes?” he asked her. Penny wondered how many times the subject of her having shoes and the
need to buy it had come up until now. And no matter how many times it did come up, not once had the vampire
taken her to buy her a pair of shoes.
But at the same time, Penny had nodded to herself internally. The vampire she had received as a master was a
sadist being. He enjoyed poking fun at her.
Her hands and legs hurt with the amount of pressure she had put on the tree while trying to climb. Franky, she
had no confidence in herself when she had gone to the tree but she had done it. Did he know she would be able
to do it or had he done it out of pure amus.e.m.e.nt? The first felt unreal and the latter seeming to be a possibility
she shook her head earning a look from him.
Yet after everything, the curiosity in her mind continued to linger on the color of his eyes.
The sky that had been clearer started to acc.u.mulate itself with the clouds since the time they had left the
mansion, walking on the bridge and to the forest.
Reaching the mansion, she found Damien who had stopped outside without going in. Signaling his coachman
who was already standing in an alert position since he had witnessed the master’s arrival back home, Damien
turned his eyes to look at his butler who came from inside the mansion like an invisible bell had been rung.
With the master-slave bond that was placed on Falcon, he was more attuned to the person he served. Noticing
the coachman who started the carriage from the shed where it was parked to pull it up in front of him and master
Damien, the butler asked,
“Master Damien, are you going out?” the butler looked at the slave who stood next to his master.
“We’ll be visiting the Isle Valley. I should be back in three hours. In the meantime, Kreme might come to deliver a
few items. Make sure you bring everything up to my room and do not drop it. They are delicate items. Handle it
yourself,” the pureblooded vampire informed his butler who nodded his head.
The butler bowed his head to say, “I will make sure to get them up to your room safe, master Damien.”
“Good. We’ll be leaving,” said Damien, not waiting for a response he took two steps towards the carriage before the carriage door was opened for him.
Falcon, stared at his master and then his slave who followed his suit without a question. He wondered where they
were going. The Isle Valley was a town that sold high-end goods to the people who belonged to the higher
society. Not that all the shops didn’t market it to the lower class of people but because the items sold in there
were something that the poor could not afford. The town was built for the pureblooded vampires which was later allowed for the humans who were rich.
At the same time, the Isle Valley was a town that was attached or stood right adjacent to the black market. It
wasn’t obvious but everyone knew the location of it. And as illegal as the place was where things that were sold
there were to never be owned, the items were sold to people anyways as it was the black market where goods
could be hidden and be given only after the payment was done.
The butler couldn’t help but think that maybe his master was going for a refund for something he had bought for
a ridiculous price. With what he had seen yesterday, the slave his master bought was someone who was
untamed. Somewhere he felt it was better to bring another slave. Not because he had anything against the girl
but behaving like that would only cost the slave’s life.
With the time he had served people in this house and also heard and seen things, the girl would die soon if she
didn’t know how difficult it was to live a slave’s life. At least by dropping her back, the girl would still continue to
live than be dead and thrown somewhere in a ditch before it would be filled with water and forgotten in time.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 59 – Life of a slave- Part 2
Penny who was unfamiliar with the places of the name didn’t know she was going back to the place where
Damien had bought her.
After the journey in the carriage, the coachman pulled the reins of the four horses which was at the entrance of
the Isle Valley. Penny getting down first, looked up at the signboard that hung at the front with the name of the
town. It was a posh town where women and men, even children were dressed to the point that it looked as if they
had arrived here for a certain event. But there was no event which even Penny was aware of.
It didn’t take her long as Damien led her in to know that this place was a town built for rich people and not for
people like her. The road and its path were much cleaner with no muddy patches and instead, it had a cemented
ground which was very similar to the rocks used for the bridge of Quinn’s mansion. As they walked in, Penny
keeping up with Damien’s long and proud strides on the ground, she looked left and right at the stores which
had various items when it came from clothes to jewelry to food to shoes and any other things one would need to
buy and spend luxuriously.
Some parts of the town looked familiar but Penny couldn’t put her hand as to why she felt it be so as she was
sure she had never stepped into this place. And though she was yet to realize it, the reason was that at that time,
Penny had concentrated on the person who had bought her.
“Ah! M-mistress, p-please!”
Hearing someone cry from the other side of the street they were walking on, Penny’s face snapped to see where
the sound had come from before spotting a person who was on the ground and on his knees. In front of the
young man stood a woman, her body covered in a silk-like dress which hugged her body rather snuggly. The
woman had a whip but it wasn’t a rope but a very thin-looking metal that the woman used on the young man
erupting screams from him.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” she lashed the whip on him making him fall down on the ground. It was later
that Penny realized that there was another pair that stood barely a few distances away from them. It was another
woman but with a girl. The woman held the girl by a chain which was attached to the neck of the girl.
They were slaves, thought Penny to herself. The stark contrast of the clothes was enough to differentiate the
people who walked in here. While the elite wore clothes that were made of expensive materials, the poor wore
almost nothing in comparison to them, with the skimpy looking clothes that weren’t enough to hide the chastity
of the girl who was collared.
The young man groaned in pain as the metal bit into his body. Penny had stopped following Damien, her
footsteps halting at the sight of what was taking place here. Almost everyone who walked by didn’t care or
bother themselves with helping the slaves. Most who came across only smirked, looking down at the slaves for
being impudent while the others just walked by like they saw nothing out of the norm taking place.
Damien noticing the shadow that wasn’t close anymore, turned around to find Penny standing and watching
something. Tilting his head, his gaze followed hers to find the vampiress beating her slave. Placing his hands in
the trouser of his pockets, he walked towards her.
“She’s going to kill him,” whispered Penny as she saw the woman continue her assault on the man.
“Would it matter?” this caught Penny’s attention and she turned to him to ask,
“Does a slave’s life matter that less?” a frown lingered on her forehead, her voice sad for what she witnessed.
Damien stared at her, parting his lips to speak and said, “Depends.”
“What do you mean?”
“Look at them closely,” he tipped his chip towards them and Penny looked back at the scene, “Why do you think
the vampiress is angry?” his words were quiet enough only for her to listen to.
“Her anger doesn’t justify her actions.”
“Look closer. Don’t look just at them but at the people around them. What do you see?” she heard Damien ask
her, his body closer to her with his words feeling as if they were spoken right next to her ear.
Not knowing exactly what closer meant, Penny looked at those two before her eyes fell on the other two people
whom she had noticed previously. The collared slave girl had tears in her eyes, fear evident in them. She heard
Damien say, “I will tell you what happened here. The slave boy there has harbored feelings for the slave girl you
see standing there which his mistress only found out about. Vampires are very territorial, very similar to wolves.
My guess is the vampiress likes the boy too much and is furious. Come, standing here is not going to help,”
Damien placed his hand on her small back, guiding her where she had stood unmovingly.
“When someone is bought from the slave establishment, the owner expects absolute loyalty. In terms of actions
Penny had to tear away from her gaze from the people on the street, turning her eyes on the front of the street
as Damien’s hand that was on her back slipped away to go back to his side, “You cannot control who you grow
fond of or the feelings.”
“Sure but that doesn’t make it anything less to disloyalty. The vampiress there is in love with the slave,” and as
Damien whispered this to her, her head turned to look into his red eyes that had turned back before they had
reached the mansion, “It is a pity for some of the night creatures where their pride and status are put ahead than
the other emotions. They are unable to embrace their feelings nor discard it which leaves them in frustration like
the one we just saw.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 60 – Not everything is sweet- Part 1
Penelope was sure this time that the vampire world was not only heartless but also had stupid ideas of how to
live. Keeping their ego’s and pride while hurting not only the slaves of theirs but also themselves due to the
unrequited love they held in one’s heart, she didn’t understand why one would do it.
Life of a human was a short one and though the vampires lived longed almost immortal in comparison to the
humans whose life was numbered, a vampire should know when to uphold their pride and when to push away.
At first, Penny had been furious at the sight she caught sight at the other side of the street to see the vampiress
hitting the slave in front of everyone where no one stopped the woman from lashing out on her slave, she took it
that it was a common occurrence here. But after Damien said what the matter was, though she didn’t know how
he knew so much by just a glance at them, she felt nothing but pity. The pity wasn’t just for the slave who was
subjected to the humiliation but also the vampiress who was stupid.
Her eyebrows still furrowed, she wondered why the vampires were like this. They were proud creatures but also
stupid in her eyes now. Someone who didn’t reason right and clung on to their pride and their status in society.
Was this how every vampiress and vampire treated the slaves? Like they were objects and nothing more than
that? It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to her but Penny had somewhat hoped there was a little difference in
the way the slaves were treated. But she should have known better. Once a value was placed on the head of the
slave, there was no returning back and their entire life which they had led up until then turns to nothing but
blankness like it never existed.
Her eyes slowly drifted from the front view which she hadn’t been looking at clearly to look at the man who had
bought her. Young master Damien Quinn as the household called him, the man wasn’t anywhere near young.
If he were a human, Penny would have vouched for his age to be around twenty-seven. Almost a decade older
than her but he was a vampire and not a human. And with the little knowledge she had, vampires’ age varied in a
great difference when it came to humans.
Damien as if he only caught her gaze turned to her, giving her a look which was calm and quiet, “Don’t think too
much about it, you will hurt your head and lose your sanity,” was this his way of telling that there was nothing
As crazy as this man was with pulling the blanket away from her body and making her climb the tree where she
almost hurt herself if he hadn’t caught her in time, Master Damien hadn’t subjected her to such ill and harsh
treatment towards her.
Was this normal? Questioned Penelope to herself as she continued to look at him before looking away after she
realized she had stared at him for more time than necessary.
She tried to understand him this time, trying to pick up his previous behavior with her own knowing how she had
behaved with him. From where she stood she was right but was it the same when it came to the world she was
put in? What if a few days ago Damien wasn’t walking in the market? Penny asked herself the question.
What if she was picked by another vampire or vampiress? Would life still be the same? Not able to stop asking
the questions to herself she wondered how life would be with another owner?
Penny was desperate to escape from where her relatives had dropped and pushed her in. She wanted the
freedom of what she was than bend and bow her head to people who in her opinion didn’t deserve it.
Walking further with Damien, she noticed a store she had seen before. She finally understood why the place felt
familiar though she didn’t remember why in the beginning. It was because she had seen the same store that was
painted dark enough to catch her attention when Damien and she had first met. This place they had come to
right after the market she had been sold yet which meant the blank market was somewhere here.
Her eyes moved left and right very carefully while her head was bent down slightly to not show disrespect to the
other vampires. She wondered how many other poor souls were being sold in the black market right now.
On the other side of the Isle Valley was a route that was darker and narrower that looked nothing less to a big
cave of walls where the light was shed from the sky that was scarce. The path led to the place which many often
went to but didn’t speak out openly about. It was the black market, the same market where Penny had been
subjected in front of everyone like a showpiece. And just like Penelope, many other men and girls were brought
in today to be sold so that the slave establishment could thrive on while also bringing a huge income to the
people who ran it.
The auctioneer who stood on the high platform where he held a girl who looked absolutely petrified and
terrified, continued to cry with silent tears that streamed down her face. The auctioneer after what happened last
week had a bandage tied around his hand due to the deep wound that had been caused by one of the high-class
pureblooded vampires whom he couldn’t defy.
With his good hand, the man named Frank spoke to the crowd, “A v.i.r.g.i.n like many we have, she has been
untouched. Smooth skin which is unblemished with her gold like hair,” he lifted her golden hair up before letting
it go, “One of our most beautiful girls in the establishment worth every coin you pay,” the auctioneer smiled
looking at the crowd.
“Three hundred gold coins!” One of the men in the crowd shouted looking at the girl hungrily.
“Three twenty gold coins!” another said.
The auctioneer who had his business-like smile on his face, gave a look of disapproval, “I am sure she will be
worth your time. I assure you, she has been tested and her cries will send you straight to ecstasy!” he provoked
the l.u.s.tful men in the crowd.
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To make sure of it, the auctioneer, pulled her clothes down where the girl only cried harder, “P-please, no!” she
screamed which didn’t sit well with the auctioneer. He pushed her forward as the slave girl who was about to be
sold held on to the skimpy looking thin material of her dress which was already showcasing enough of her body.
“Five hundred gold coins!” one man shouted which got everyone murmuring as they wondered if it was going to
be a repeat of what took place the previous time in the black market where the highest bidder slave was sold.
“Five hundred and ten!”
“Six twenty-eight gold coins!”