Young master Damien's pet

"Bathsheba will be sure to reply on why she failed to mention it," Damien finished his cigar and dropped it down. Stamping on it with his shoe, "Try to get all the details possible about this other black witch."

"What about Bathsheba?"

"She didn't kill the magistrate and it was someone else. Have a word with the council that you heard there was another witch running around. They will have a clear filtration on the people here."

"What if they find the person? Won't it be difficult for us to interrogate?"

"Don't worry about that Kreme. If they have a whiff that the person is still here waiting for something which I doubt will happen, I will have the person before handing the witch to the council. Go on. I will have a small stroll in the village," leaving Kreme behind, Damien walked through the alleys which were quite. One would think it was because of the incidents that took place today. Two deaths, a black witch exposed and now the magistrate who was dead but the alleys of this village had always been quiet where people stepped inside the houses quickly without lingering out for far too long.

As he walked, his ears picked on the movements that came from behind him. The steps sounded light like a feather and with the rain that was pouring it would have been difficult to pick on it but Damien was no ordinary vampire. He was a pureblooded vampire who enjoyed playing chase.

He walked as if he didn't hear anything. His own footsteps firm on the ground which very quietly made noise, one step after another where the other person who was following him used a much lesser intensity.

Crossing the narrow alley, he heard a cat meow from the corner. It jumped from one bin to another which was the back alley of several houses. Walking on the opposite side of the forest, Damien continued to walk until he took a turn behind a large series of trees.

The person who was following him seemed to walk quicker and just when the person was about to take a turn, the footsteps stopped noticing the man had disappeared. Just before the person turned, a rusty bronze-colored gun was placed right at their forehead.

"Aren't you a brave thing," state Damien with a smile on his face.

The person's skin which looked clean and plain switched suddenly to a scaly being to be part of the black witch. It was very common for the black witches to turn to their true form when they were under pressure of flight or fight mode. It was a reaction that was observed by many and had been confirmed by the council doctor Murkh.

As the thunderstruck down from the sky, it didn't Damien far too long to pull the trigger where the bullet pierced to start from the front of the witch's head and get out from the back. The black witch fell on the ground. Just as he turned another black witch came right at him and he used his gun again.It seemed like there were more witches than he thought to be in this village. The rain had started to pour down where the humans would pick the gunshot to be a sound that belonged to the clouds.

Finding the shadows that started to move from the corner of his eyes, he followed them quickly as the two shadows headed towards the forest. Following them, he caught up with one of the black witches. With the gun that was loaded with silver bullets, he took a stance before pulling the trigger again for the witch to fall flat on the ground.

When a twig broke behind him, he was about to turn when a knife came to settle on his neck.

"Well, who might you be, fair lady?" asked Damien with the knife against his neck, "Unless you aren't actually fair but have a slithering tongue in your mouth."

"A fair maiden who needs a little help. I need to have you killed and it would be a pleasure to have you dead. Damien Quinn," came out the coarse voice of the black witch who held the knife to his neck.

"You have heard of me," Damien replied back calmly, his gun being flipped and taken by the black witch.

The black witch hummed, "What can I say, you are a very popular man. It is hard to not notice you," the voice turned out to be sweeter as she changed to the human appearance. A beautiful girl with brunette hair stood behind him, her hazel eyes shining at the fact that she had caught the vampire.

"I am glad to hear that your mind resonates with mine. It is very hard for someone to not notice me," he smirked,"I would have flirted back with you but with time being a constraint, tell me what you lovely ladies have been doing here in the village. A bite from the human's body, maybe reuse the hairs or is it something much more interesting."

"How about I eat you first. Vampires are much more useful than the lame humans," she leaned forward to whisper next to his ears.

"Good luck with that," before she could slit his throat Damien disappeared from her hold to stand behind her making her stumble back as she almost cut her own throat with the knife she held.

"W-what just happened?!" the black witch turned around to face Damien, "You aren't a normal vampire," she looked at him in horror as his eyes turned from red to pitch black.

"I am a little bit corrupted," he smiled before using her very own knife to jab it into her heart before killing her off,"What a waste of energy and bullet," he murmured looking down at the witch. It was a pity how beautiful the black witches could turn to have a facade while in reality, it was the opposite.