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Young master Damien's pet

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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Lord of Bonelake- Part 1

After removing Penny's shoes and cleaning her forehead from the wound, Damien pulled up the blanket over her. Tucking her in carefully, he walked out to the patio to look at the raging sea of the night. 

By the time they had left the deserted village-like town, it was rather dark as the night had pulled over quickly. Taking out the cigar, he lit it in the cold wind, throwing the match stick out and down, its end exhausting before reaching halfway to the surface of the water. There was so much going right now. First, it was the black witches and now the switchers and then the alignment of stars.

He wondered what else was in the store that he was yet to see. 

His cousin Alexander, it was something he would have to find out. There was something that had been gnawing in his mind on the same matter. It was the witch who was assigned to one of the churches who rarely appeared out and if she did, something in his mind scratched where he couldn't point out clearly.