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 aroundtrying 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.
Damien looked at the woman who laid on the ground near his feet who didn’t move. With his increase in thirst and hunger for blood like he had never felt before, he wondered if it was merely because of his apparition. He had traveled far in quick time in the past but this was the first time he had felt this thirsty as if no matter how much amount of blood he drank right now, it couldn’t quench his thirst.
Trying to figure out what was wrong, he pulled the woman towards the house, placing her sitting upright with her back against the wall he looked around. Tongue licking his lips with the taste of the blood which was potent and running wildly in his veins. His eyes had turned utterly dark as if closely turning him to a completely corrupted vampire which even had the dog that had been barking before to whine and sit quietly with one single look.
“Good boy,” came Damien’s husky, deep voice as he spoke to the long.
The body of the woman didn’t matter to him. It was a foul nature that most of the vampires possessed. To kill and quench their thirst without feeling remorseful when it came to the food after all the others were lower and beneath them. Humans whose life would diminish in years and would pass away. Once he would go back to Bonelake no one here would suspect of him to have killed this woman. The crime would fall under a rogue vampire who didn’t follow the law which was laughable as there was everything to be rogue when it came to vampires. Especially the highest social standing vampires were the ones to abuse the power and hide what they did which people were always ignorant about.
With the blood, he just drank which was more than enough for now and Falcon who was buried in his home town. Not exactly in the home town he had grown but the forest which ran adjacent along with it, he decided to travel back to Bonelake.
But it didn’t work. It was as if he didn’t hold the ability anymore and he sighed in frustration wondering what was wrong as when he tried again, he was still standing in the very same place and to have not moved a step forward.
He ran his hand through his hair, weaving them while looking around. It was impossible that he would have stepped on to the lands where the witches had split magic to avoid some of the creatures from stepping and even if stepped in one couldn’t return back and would be stuck there forever.
Damien was already aware of the few points in the four lands where there was split magic due to which he knew this was a safe place. Yet he couldn’t use his ability which made it frustrating.
Racking his brain with his furrowed brows, he started to walk away from the village on what just happened.Just as he was left the vicinity of the village, walking down the dusty, dry road of Woville, the north land he finally realized what was the problem. His eyes narrowed suddenly to form into thin slits.
Those damned black witches.
It was the potion that they had used on him in the hope to corrupt and cause chaos through him. Fortunately, the potion didn’t work on him but at the same time, it did by turning him more angrier, hungrier and bloodthirsty.
He could make use of the carriage and go back home but sitting for two to three days was something he wasn’t looking forward to as he started to walk again.
Penny laid on the bed with her eyes that were wide-open as she couldn’t fall asleep. Staring into nothingness, she waited for time to pass wondering when Damien would be back. But that wasn’t what was keeping her awake, it was the dead bodies she had seen earlier that had kept her awake. The mere sight of the people who had been killed brutally kept flashing in front of her eyes every time she tried closing them.
Hours ago when everyone in the mansion had woken up, no one would have thought that the day would have turned like this where the air of death still lingered in the air of the mansion. When she had returned back, the hall and other places in the kitchen were still being cleaned due to the blood that had been dragged and dropped by the bodies while shifting them from one place to another.
By the words of senior Mr. Quinn, the councilmen had arrived at the mansion to take it the vessel which was poisoned so that they could test on what was added into it. As she had walked up the stairs she had overheard on how there was another attempted massacre through corruption that had been successful as the people in there had died while leaving some of the servants, the butler, and the house owner’s daughter alive…
