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Penny took hold of her coat, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to grasp the situation. What was voodoo? She was unfamiliar with the term as she had lived in a closed society that didn’t know the in and out of what the other side of the world had to offer and damage at the same time.
“What is voodoo?” she asked curiously. Was there something on her back that had caught his attention?
“It is part of the black witch spell that makes use of just normal ingredients when it comes casting black magic,” Damien answered her, turning the knob and stepping out of the room and getting down the stairs as she trailed behind him.
Seeing the new butler who was carrying an empty tray as if he had serviced one or more of the family members a few moments ago, he raised his hand for the butler to stop moving, “We’ll be going out for an hour,” he said to have the butler nodding his head. That wasn’t all that Damien had to say though, he continued with an order, “The forest that comes after the bridge, I need you to find a plant that has blood-red flowers that look like a little buttoned flower. At the end of the petals, you will find white linings, try to avoid bringing those ones but get the ones that don’t have the linings. It needs to be plain. And when you cut the flower, make sure you pull out the whole plant until its root. Not just flowers. We’ll be back soon,” the butler nodded his head diligently.
Taking hold of the carriage which was parked in the shed, Penny was the first to step inside. Damien placed his feet on the stand of the carriage when he turned around to inform the butler who was dawdling and standing, waiting for them to go, “It is going to be dark in some time. Go fetch it,” and he stepped inside the carriage.
They could have made use of Damien’s ability to teleport to the place they intended to go, but there were some eyes that had followed them home after their visit to the church in the morning. Not everyone visited the church for hours. Unless they had murdered someone and was trying to get rid of the burden and the guilt by speaking to the father of the church for hours.
Though he could pull them out of the shadow he didn’t actually bother with their presence but with what just happened, it was something that had to be checked on immediately before the event got repeated for a possible third time.
“Tell me more about this voodoo magic,” Penny looked at Damien.
“Voodoo magic is one of the secret weapons of a black witch. Any of them can perform it for their own advantage. The white witches do not perform the voodoo because it is an abomination, something they don’t believe.”
“Is it something they have preached or is it really meant?” asked Penny making Damien chuckle.
“Who knows. You are one right now, you can always test to see what it does. Voodoo magic is something that a black witch can make any creature do whatever they want. The only disadvantage being that the pureblooded vampires are not affected by it. Have you ever seen dolls that were made of dried twigs and sticks?”
Penny slowly nodded her head. Her toys were made of sticks and twigs which were little ones that were tied at the ends and center to make it look more put together.
Damien’s face turned to a frown, “Your mother made them?” and Penny nodded to his question.
“I thought it was made because we couldn’t afford to buy one in the market or my mother was trying to save money,” she couldn’t believe that her young life had gone by by playing with the voodoo dolls. She closed her eyes remembering her mother making one doll after another. In her memory, it was that her mother sold it in the market as the voodoo dolls never returned back home, “How does it work though?”
This made Damien look at her in a grave expression, the frown still hanging on his face, “The voodoo doll though is made of mere sticks and twigs while having the spell run through, the black witch needs something that belongs to a person. Something that has been by for a long time that you can call as the attached belonging. It can be articles of clothing or items that a person has used as his own. The best and the most effective being the human body.”
“You mean hair?” Penny breathed out the words for confirmation to have him lean forward.
“Hair, nails, teeth. Anything that has been attached to the body,” he answered, “The question is which person got hold of you to go to a black witch and make a voodoo doll in your name,” Penny couldn’t place a finger on anyone. The only person she had crossed was his younger sister, Grace Quinn and she doubted Grace would do it.
Was it some maid? her thought went back to the time when she had first fallen into the water.
“The last time I fell,” she said looking at him, “There was a mark on my shoulder at that time. Redness. But you suspected the maid did it,” Damien exhaled the air out through his lips. His gaze looking not happy and unimpressed with how the day had turned.
Had he got the wrong person? asked Penny to herself.
“She was involved in it,” he stated, his jaw ticking in annoyance as time progressed, “It is possible that she wasn’t the one who pushed you from the patio but it is possible that she gave an item what belonged to you to a black witch,” the slaves were monitored closely yet this had happened even under the close surveillance they had on each and every worked which made him question where did the maid get the time to do so and with whom.
