Young master Damien's pet

In the mansion of Quinn. The clouds continued to hover thickly in the sky as the cold wind blew in the evening where there was still light. With the arrival of Winter which was right around the corner, the temperature had dipped far lower where if it weren't for the heat coming from the walls and the fireplaces, the humans would have frozen and died due to cold.

It was one of the advantages for the lowly servants who worked in the mansions which belonged to the higher society of people as it gave them the necessary shelter which their own home lacked to give them.

When the time of dinner arrived, Quinn's and Penny entered the dining room to settle themselves. Then the food arrived in the room like any other time but Penny couldn't stop but stare at it.

The food platter she was served by the maid wasn't the food she was used to eating. She had never tried something like this which made her wonder if it was some kind of delicacy. It was raw meat, not medium-cooked or rare but actual raw meat which looked as if the meat had been just cut and put on the plate. The blood on it looked fresh. Penny felt nauseous and didn't know what to do with the plate but to keep it back on the ground without touching it.

"The rate has only increased, I don't know what the others are doing when there have been deaths one after another. We are in an era of death," commented Damien's father.

"Sometimes it makes me wonder if the council works at all. Seeing Damien hanging here in the mansion in his room, he must have a lot of time to play house," his step-mother taunted at him which he took no offense but smiled.

"Don't be jealous, mother. I am sure father spoils you enough in the bedroom than what I do to my pet."

Maggie bit on her food very slowly hearing this, her eyes lifting up to look at the reaction of others. Her father appeared to have a blank expression which could be considered to be neutral. Her younger half-blooded sister who was as good as a step-sister looked in shock and so did her step-mother who had a mix of shock and embarrassment.

"You need to fix that crude language of yours, Damien," Fleaurance said to him, her voice sharp as if reprimanding him. Damien who had been cutting the apple on his plate paused to c.o.c.k his head.

"Crude? It would be crude if I said you and father have plenty of time f.u.c.k.i.n.g each other behind the doors of the bedroom. But I said nothing like that, instead, it was put very subtly," even Penny could feel the second-hand embarrassment from where she sat.

"Damien!" his mother yelled at him, "Don't you have table manners? Why are you not saying anything?" she said looking at her husband for some help.

"Damien, behave," said the man before saying in a low voice which wasn't low enough as everyone heard it, "Talking further will only spur him more."

"That doesn't mean he speaks like that about us!" the elder vampiress wasn't happy. With what Penny knew Damien's father was one of the most relaxed men which were understandable as one needed the patience to handle such deranged family.

It made Penny wonder if he really was this patient or if it was just a farce. Most of the people, in general, were good at controlling their emotions, "Start filtering what you say, Damien. You will be the shame of Quinn."

"Don't have to worry about that," Damien was quick to respond to her words.

Penny who was drinking a glass of water to fill her stomach, she saw a plate being passed to her by Damien. There were apples that were cut in cute bunny-shaped. He didn't look at her but continued to converse with his step-mother. Penny wasn't sure if people in the room noticed the apples when he passed them to her.

"So how is s.e.x life? Still, the same before you had Grace or has it become worse?" Damien continued, "I have a book that has different positions. Apparently, it was created by the witches which will be useful for virile-" a loud screech came from the chair the woman was sitting and she left the room without another word.

Master Damien sure aced in the art of embarrassing people around him thought Penny to herself.

Before his father could say something, Damien said, "She will be alright. But I was serious if you need the book..." he said for his father to sigh.

"Pass it on to me later," both his daughters snapped their head to look at their father. Penny could tell that the man was subtle but it wasn't hard to know where Damien's shamelessness stemmed from. Not touching the plate of meat that dripped with blood, she ate the bunny apples which Damien had cut out for her.

The rest of his family though had been distracted with Damien's suggestion on using the book, they caught sight of the plate which Damien passed to the girl.It was definitely not normal for a master to cut apples for his slave, at least that is what Grace knew of and it was the other way around, where the slave was the one who cut fruits to feed his or her owner. With narrowed eyes, she looked at Penny. Her mouth twisting before she went back to eating her food.

Maggie, on the other hand, looked carefully at her brother who was eating his food.

"Something on my face?" he asked her to which she shook her head.

"I didn't know you were crafty with the fruits. Where did you learn it?" his older sister asked him as cut into the meat.

"Just one of my many talents," he smirked without actually answering her directly. He picked up another apple, starting to cut it under his family's gaze where he sat there unbothered.