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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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Thirst- Part 1

Sleep had come late and she had wanted to rest when her daughter-in-law came out pushing her back,

"What are you doing here? Trying to escape?" there was a snark in the young woman's voice as she asked the older woman. The moonlight was enough to showcase the older woman's face and hands that were covered in the bruise. 

"I heard some noise," came out the feeble voice of the old woman, always like a scared voice. 

"You old hag, you will hear more noise if you try to disturb my sleep. Get in!" the daughter-in-law gritted her teeth. Once the older woman was in, the young lady of the house with extremely thin brows looked around trying to gauge why her dumb dog was barking until she caught sight of a person standing in the shadow. 

Before she could question, suddenly a man attacked her to place his hand on her mouth to stop her from screaming and into her neck until the woman's hands fell slack and motionless to her side of the body.