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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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Staying awake- Part 1

The door of the room opened to reveal a woman with sandy blonde hair, her expression coming to be blank as she stared at him.

"Good evening, Sylvia," Elliot greeted before he invited himself into the room, pushing the door and not bothering to close it.

"What are you doing here?" Sylvia was busy getting the bath ready, having the water running in the tub and the clothes she had pulled out to wear before getting into bed. Elliot's eyes picked on it before turning himself to face her. 

"I heard you were hurt," his eyes quickly scanned her from the top before his eyes finally settled on her arm which looked like there was a deep claw mark, "Your skills have turned rusty."

Sylvia didn't bother to answer Elliot's question. The man had the habit to poke his nose where it was not necessary. With her little time in the Delcrov's mansion, she had studied the red-haired vampire well. Well enough to know and understand that he was not who he showed.