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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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Witches in town- Part 2

Before Damien could go after the black witch who had the girl, the male witcher came in front of him. Stopping him from taking a step forward. 

"We meet again," said the black witcher, his eyes had turned to slits and his face patches of scaly-looking skin that was white and black making him look hideous.

"Unfortunately," Damien replied back. Checking his hands which now looked black just like Penny had told. He wondered if the witcher had made use of a spell to hide his hands and appearance completely that no one had caught it before. Even Penny had realized about it after they had returned back from the bookkeeper's place, "Step aside you," he said leisurely putting the bullets in his gun which he had exhausted earlier on the other witches.

"But I am not done talking to you," the male witcher's tongue peeked out, slithering itself out and in as he spoke to Damien, hindering his gaze over the other witch who still held the young girl captive.