Young master Damien's pet

Damien wondered if the memories that were tampered were returning back to Penelope now. It was possible that the trigger had taken place due to the alignment of the stars which Bathsheba had mentioned to him, "What did you see in your dream?" he asked to know more about what she had seen and might have happened unless it was just a fragmented dream her consciousness had conjured up to her.

"I might have been this small," Penny raised her hand away from the bed and towards the empty space to show her height.

"Seven or eight," Damien said for her to nod.

"Maybe. We were away from the village, somewhere near water. How many rivers do we have here in the Bonelake?" she inquired with him. How strange that she had never seen it before or had never visited the place.

"There are many rivers that connect to the heart of the Bonelake and the one here that we have which is surrounded by the sea though. The village that you resided in with your mother, there are two of them, one that flows through the forest which separates the other village the is adjacent to it and the one near the ends of the forest."

It must be near the forest though it was hard to tell. Wasn't it odd that she didn't remember going that way with so many years she had lived in the village, "I don't remember every detail but I think someone from the village caught on that my father was a white witch which was why they moved away to a place near the forest. My father...he wanted my mother and me to go back and away to another village."

"He wanted you both safe," responded Damien, "Did you leave?"

"We did I think but I don't know what happened after that," at least until the butler arrived at the door with the food.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked her, Penny shook her head to a no.

"Why do you think my lost memories are returning back? All this time, my life and the memories I have lived were compact but now...Now it feels like there are spaces between what I have known which I have no answer to."

"Bathsheba said it had something to do with our planetary stars," when Penny gave out a confused look Damien went to elaborate, "The witches believe in the changes that take place in nature. Like the change in direction of the wind or the stars that cross over. Each of them has their own theories and understanding. This year the stars have changed their positions and the black witch believes that some of them have been triggered to make use of the gift they have bestowed by birth. You were supposed to be a white witch since birth but it seems that you were dormant until a while ago. Your memories must just be an aftereffect of what had taken place."

"Are the others, witches, too?" She meant the people who had been gifted.

"I doubt they are all witches but I do have a doubt on someone very particular," Damien said thoughtfully. A person with clear and observing eyes would be able to detect the changes but not everyone was as gifted as Damien.

He had seen the blonde girl walking next to the Duke, her hands with gloves which she rarely took off. True that a lot of them wore gloves, especially the pureblooded vampires but he had seen her once before which was made him doubtful as she seemed different. There was something about her that made him doubtful.

Especially with the exam, she had passed. Being one of the two survivors while the rest which included vampires had died. Damien didn't believe in coincidence. Luck, maybe. He had met her once when she was lost in the building while trying to find her way to where ever she was going which was only last week.

Another thing which he had heard from Kreme was that Leonard had taken her to the land of the dead where people had died in the massacre. Leonard was a smart man who often had the Lord of Bonelake tagging along which was why it raised his suspicion. Who brought their lover to a dead site to look at? Unless the girl was of some use.

"Did you eat?" he questioned her,

"The butler arrived with food a while ago," replying to him, her eyes darted towards the wall where the clock continued to tick its hand. It was one in the morning, "Thank you for the food," she knew that the butler wouldn't have brought the food by himself. Damien had asked him to bring her food to eat.

Damien stared at her, a small smile settled on his lips, "Anytime."

Now that she had told him what had been bothering her since she woke up, Penny noticed the scent of the bottle which he must have used while taking a bath. The masculine smell wafted across her nose and for some strange reason she wanted to smell it more. She leaned forward, keeping her movements subtle.

As she started to drift in the haze of night, she heard Damien say, "There were also a few more deaths," her eyes met his. He turned to fetch the pillow. Fluffing it in his hands, placing it towards the headrest and going to lean against it, "There are a few more witches and there might be more which I will have to find out on why they are coming in or what they were doing. Especially one seemed very interested in me."

"Interested in you?" Penny asked him.

"Yes. In fact, if I am not wrong, she was definitely flirting with me," Damien answered her nonchalantly.

"..." How was she supposed to react to that? Best was to stay quiet and behave like she didn't hear it but with him staring at her it was hard to do, "She must have been lonely."

"Hmm? Are you saying I am not attractive enough?"

"When did I say that, Master Damien?"

"Then tell me now. How do you find me?" Damien cornered her for an answer, "Do you find me attractive?"