Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

Was Master Damien being serious? Did this mean she would never have her won family and she would grow old as a lady and she would still be serving this pureblooded vampire while he will still be looking at a young handsome man?!

"No," she frowned for him to give her a questionable look.

"Don't worry, if you feel it's a small family. We can add Baxtor too. There, better?" of course it wasn't! Adding his pet wolf to it didn't make it feel better.

"Master Damien, are you being serious?" she tried to make sure that this wasn't another time of him teasing and pulling her leg for his own amus.e.m.e.nt.

Damien walked towards her, raising his hand for her to close her eyes immediately, "I am not going to hurt you, not the way you think I will," he spoke to her softly, taking a step closer where Penny instead of having her eyes closed opened her eyes to see her own reflection in his eyes, "I was only going to do this," he pulled the pin which had been sticking out.

"Master Damien, I will grow old," Penny said when Damien started to play around with the pin and her hair, "I will grow old and will wither away."

"Don't worry. I will make sure that you will last longer than you think. I won't let you die in the meager years of the humans. You aren't a human anymore but a white witch and do you know and understand the powers of what a white witch can do?" Penny didn't know but she could hardly try to imagine what that could be with Damien standing close to her again. Sharing the same breathing space which made Penny's heart hitch up and down.

Damien was well versed in the art of muddling with a person's thoughts just by his talent in speech. She could guess that many women had fallen for his charms where he used it to his own advantage.

Gulping softly, she asked him, "They live as long as the vampires?"

"Sometimes longer," how was that possible? Weren't the vampires who held the gift of immortality while the others died and passed away from this world? "Don't look so shocked. Do the pins hurt? I can remove it if you want," Damien had leaned forward to her right, his lips falling next to her ear as he continued to fix the pins which had loosened themselves.

"It is fine. I will take it out myself," she said taking on sep back but with Damien's both hands around her head, there was no escaping his hands or the man himself who had trapped her.

"Don't be shy, little mouse," saying this, he started to unpin her hair which he had done it himself. White witches are powerful creatures with the amount of knowledge they collect in their lifetime. Every white witch starts their lives in the same way, and there's no much difference to their kinds when it comes to being powerful because all of it boils down to the point of what they have learned over the years and what they have which the others don't. Do you follow?" he paused to see her bright red face making him grin suddenly, "Why do you look red? Caught a fever?" he asked, bringing his hand back around, he placed it flat on her forehead.

"I am fine, Master Damien. I-I will take out the rest of the pins," she said with her hair half tied up while the other half let down.

"Rubbish. Let me remove the rest of it. We need to mark you too. Sit on the bed."

"What?" Penny asked wide-eyed with his sudden order.

Damien sighed, "I am not going to hurt you, Penelope. But if you keep doubting me, I will make your doubts come true."

Don't look at me as if I am not being nice," his eyes stared down at her. After Damien had pulled all the pins while letting her hair down freely, she felt the little pinch of pain that had formed due to the way the hairs had been facing and had been tied. Damien weaved through her hair without permission, running his fingers across them over and over again until it looked tamed.

"I know a black witch who is good at potions and is quite knowledgable when it comes to the white witches."

"Are you allowed to befriend a black witch? What if she betrays you?" she questioned him. All this while she had nothing good about the black witches and to hear Damien say it wouldn't be a white witch but a black witch who were notorious in nature, she wondered what she would be learning. Throwing frogs in the cauldron? Hair of a human?

"You need to remember, not everyone is what people say and appear to be. Flocking every one together will turn you narrow-minded and will make you miss a lot of things when it comes to learning. Every creature is not bad, there are some rare exceptions. A black witch can be good and a white witch can turn bad. It is sometimes the circ.u.mstances and the level of survival instincts while the rest fall into things we aren't aware of. A lion doesn't hunt a deer for joy but for its meal. A deer doesn't pull ou the grass from the ground to pass its time."

"Why do so many of them hate the black witches then? Why ban them all and drive them away from that they are not allowed to co-exist like the others?"

"Just because I told there's exception doesn't mean I support them, silly. I keep people who I think are of great value, resources are to be used and not to be wasted. There aren't many good things and people in this world but if you find some then keep it. There is hope for the change," he said before pushing the hair that was resting on her shoulders and near her neck, "Lie down your back on the bed," his hand pushed her shoulder and Penny laid down...