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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

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Collar or mark? Part 1

Penelope was glad to have Damien intervene in the conversation that had only begun with the man who she had never spoken or seen until now. It wasn't that Damien was a good vampire in her eyes. Until now all the vampires had their own side where a lot could be considered to be complex or nothing less than pompous. Damien had made her climb the tree to get the fruit he wanted to eat while he could have reached for it by his mere strength. The pureblooded vampire was crazy to make her climb the tree. And even with his shenanigans, Damien appeared to be less overbearing than the man who stood next to her.

"Good evening, Young master Damien," the man bowed his head. His blonde hair that had been resting on his forehead moved away from his forehead as he bent his head to stick back when he raised his head to meet Damien's eyes. 

"Evening, Robarte," Damien greeted back. Penny who had been close to the stranger named Robarte moved closer to Damien instead.