Young master Damien's pet

"It is called the song of death," she answered to have her son give her a puzzled look, "It is a beautiful song."

"Death is not beautiful," said little Damien.

"Why do you say so? Death is only the beginning of a lot of things, it is never the end. When you grow up you will know and understand that there is solace in pain. It is much warmer than the sun," she raised her hand as if the rays of the setting sun could heat her cold skin, "Do you think it is odd, dear boy? That I speak of it so fondly," her voice was soft and had always been.

Damien shook his head, "Nothing could ever be odd when it comes to you, mother," this earned a chuckle from his mother.

"You're an endearing boy," she wrapped her arm around his shoulder to bring him close to her, "Will you promise me something?" she asked from him to have the boy nodding his head right away even though she was yet to speak on what the promise was about, "Promise to keep in your heart forever? The boy I have grown you up to be so far and want you to be."

"Yes, mother," answered the boy diligently to have her smiling.

Brushing his hair away from his forehead with her hand, she placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

The boy appeared to be strong while her daughter appeared to be weak when in truth there was a difference in the facts of what people saw or what she saw. She didn't know why but for a few weeks she had started to hallucinate about things that didn't happen. Things she believed were happening when in truth it wasn't. And during such time, she had noticed there was something about her son, his eyes that she noticed to have fluctuated once from red to black and then to red again.

It had worried her to the point where she had got the vampire doctor from the council to get her son tested but with the test that had come out clean, she had been relieved and at the same time, she knew something was wrong with her. It was not only that but she had seen her daughter kill someone. Blood on her hands.

Within two weeks of time, lady Quinn had fallen ill and was asked to rest in bed. It broke the children's heart that their mother had turned ill and at the same time, the servants felt like they could breathe after the lady had finally passed away.

Usually, it was the male vampire who often went killing people but in this mansion, it was the lady when it came to being responsible over the many deaths that were taken in her hands, earning the name of being cruel and merciless.

During the time of burial, the family stood around at the family cemetery where are all of their relatives were buried. With their family being old and rich, there was no need to have the person buried elsewhere, where strangers came and went.

Though little Maggie had bee seeking her mother's constant approval that didn't mean she didn't love her mother. In both the children's eyes, their mother was the best. The woman knew how to handle her children, she was a loving mother, wife, and friend to them who protected them from the outsiders.

Both the children saw their mother's body being which was in the casket. The wood was made ofBocote, it's a reddish-brown color having its texture and color which made their mother who now lept in it look that much serene and beautiful.

Damien felt his eyes open under the sunlight which peered through the multiple leaves that were above him. What a strange thing to dream about, thought Damien to himself as he stretched his body with his back that was against the trunk of the tree.

Last night he had been utterly tired, his vision turning dark every once in a while making his head hurt. Deciding to take a small stop, he had taken a seat under one of the trees in the forest to only fall asleep and wake up now. Standing up, he pulled out his pocket watch from his trousers to look at the time. It was heading close to noon. He couldn't believe that he had not only overslept but also had lost many hours when he was supposed to be headed back home.

Finding the closest river in the forest, he came upon a water stream. Drinking water from it, he looked at his reflection to see black eyes staring back at him. It seemed that the amount of poison that was pushed into his body had still not got out of his system. The dosage was of a high quantity which would only take its sweet time from disappearing from his body.

Whatever it was, the poison had affected his ability due to which he still couldn't travel back in space.

"Dumb black witches," he uttered the words in anger. His anger raising which was simulated by the corruption of heart, his emotions spiraling and letting loose when he realized something about this spitgrass and the potion which the black witches had devised against the race of vampires.

He rubbed his forehead with his hand, trying to contain his anger before his hand smashed to one of the trees that had the dried leaves falling down on the dry ground.

The corruption potion wasn't a normal poison that could be pushed out of the body easily. If it were, it would have been easy to convert the corrupted ones back to their normal form. The potion was devised so that it would stay in the body forever until the soul and body were completely damaged. Though nothing had happened initially, the potion was slowly affecting him.

Suddenly his fangs grew out of his mouth. His eyes turning darker by the passing minute where he had the urge to drink blood again. The bloodthirsty vampire in him starting act as it looked for anything and everything possible.