Young master Damien's pet

Feeling the soft mattress under the palm of her hands, she sighed. No slave would have the luxury she was having right now. She wasn't an idiot to not understand.

While many slaves she had come across were mistreated, her life was way better. It only made her question if she was a slave. Then again, Damien had threatened her long ago that he would hunt and find her if she were to ever run away from him but was that really necessary? She was an average human where he was a pureblooded vampire.

Some of the humans would consider themselves to be lucky. To have been caught by the eye of the vampire who belonged to the higher society as they would have the fortune of living like a queen. Then there was another kind of humans who considered to be bad luck, they were the humans who hated and despised the existence of the vampires. Penny didn't belong in any of them.

Her initial plan of running away had been washed away with her being a white witch. If it weren't for Damien she would have probably been lost before being killed. Would she still be alive? Knowing the hate of the humans the people who hated her existence made her question now as to if the people of her previous village had an inclination of her mother and her being witches. But if it were so they would have burned them in the middle of the village before rejoicing their death.

In the mansion of Quinn, the butler followed the young master of the house even after the main door of the large mansion.

Kreme who was walking forward asked, "Will we be going to meet the magistrate or directly to the village?" he tried to keep up with Damien's quick feet.

"There's no need to go meet the magistrate. Bringing the magistrate in the picture will only make him involve the council that much sooner. We need to buy some time. But yes," said Damien, stopping himself near the open door of the carriage, "Go check on him and see what he is up to," the younger man nodded his head, "Falcon."

"Yes, master Damien," the butler was quick to be at his service, his head bowing as he waited already having a fair idea of what or who the order was going to involve with.

"Have a look at her door and get her something to eat. She didn't eat her dinner well. Why was the dinner filled with raw meat?" his calculative eyes stared at his butler for an answer.

"It was requested by Lady Grace, master. She said to remove the greens for breakfast and to keep raw meat."

"Did she now," Damien murmured before saying, "You can increase the meat but make sure to have something edible for the girl. you wouldn't want me holding you responsible if she loses weight and perishes now, would you?" he smiled.

The butler's shoulders stiffened hearing this. Somewhere Falcon knew that this was what it was going to come where he was being squished between the siblings. He wondered if he could quit the job but he owed Damien his life sentence which was skipped because of the councilman. Seeing both the councilmen leave in the carriage, he turned around to see Lady Fleurance standing not too far away from the other side of the hallway. Bowing his head, he walked past her to head to the kitchen.

Once he entered the kitchen, he himself took upon the task of cooking the vegetables for the girl who was in master Damien's room.

Reaching the Isle Valley, Damien had the carriage stopped far behind the village so that it didn't attract too much attention, "Go check with the magistrate and, meet me at the witch's house."

"Yes, Sir!" Kreme left while Damien headed towards the house, by the time he reached the place he caught sight of the little crowd who flocked around the house. There were murmurs going on loudly with the look of disbelief on their faces. Before he arrived where the crowd was, he turned the color of his eyes from red to the color of black to make him look more human.

"I thought she was kidnapped by the witch but to think a black witch lived amongst us. How horrifying!" a man commented who stood in front of the house.

Another one then said, "It seems like we cannot believe anyone at all. I knew she was a suspicion one!"

"I know right? Why would one live without family and especially she had this scarf around her face. She might have been the one to set up the neighborhood girl next to my house. Oh, poor, girl," the woman shook her head in disappointment, "Her father must be heartbroken."

Damien tried o deduce everyone's words on what might have happened. Bathsheba had exposed herself to being a witch which meant she couldn't return back. As if curious and unknown of what happened, he asked,

"Excuse, milady. I couldn't help but notice the commotion while I was passing by. What happened here?" he asked the lady who looked irritated that someone had interrupted their gossip but when she turned around to look at who it was, her expressions turned pleasant suddenly.

The man wore rich clothes, his shoes shined and the watch on his wrist looked branded which meant he came from a high family.Eagerly the woman went to give him the information he was looking for,

"Today morning we found out that a witch was trying to sway a girl who was already involved with the black witch. Can you believe it?" asked the woman in a dramatic tone.

"Did you burn the witch?"

"Sure we did! We also burnt the girl along with him. Who told her to fall in love with a black witch. It is an example for the youngsters to know what is wrong and right."

Foolish humans thought Damien in his mind.