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Martin’s eyes darted to look at Alexander who was older than Damien by two years.
“Blood tea will do. Thank you, Martin,” Alexander dismissed his butler to see Damien pout, “When did you taste Winter’s bottle?” asked Alexander, jumping from the roof to have his feet reach the ground and he hunched his back before standing up straight. Damien followed him by jumping down and landing with little to no trouble.
“Father gave it to me,” Damien answered Alexander’s previous question as they headed inside the mansion.
“Does your mother know about it?” Alexander asked to see the boy shake his head.
Damien raised his hand, placing his finger on his lips, “It was done in secrecy.”
“Sweet.”
Taking themselves to sit in Alexander’s room, the butler bought two cups of blood tea, one for Damien and the other for Alexander. They spent their time talking to each other until after an hour they saw something sweep in the sky. The first thought was that they had seen a bat or a bird fly by closely, but when another line formed in the sky from the corner of both their eyes, both Damien and Alexander took themselves out to the patio to see what was going on.
“Those are…” Damien trailed looking at the brooms flying in the wind which was being ridden by men and women.
“Witches. I told you,” Alexander responded back to him, “Drink quickly,” he said when his eyes zeroed in at the witch who was closest to the mansion but not anywhere near it. The female witch had picked up a child of their own age in appearance who was human, “Drink the other cup too.”
Damien quickly gulped the cup which was given to him and then picked the other teacup, downing it before coming out again, “Ready?”
“I thought we were under law curfew,” Damien grinned, already excited to do something out of the normal.
“Law doesn’t apply to us, Dami,” Alexander’s words received a snicker from Damien.
“Let’s go,” said the young vampire, placing his hand on Alexander. The next second they were out of the mansion and in the long and wide meadow which connected to the forest.
Both the young vampires were courageous enough to not carry any weapon along with them. Walking straight into the den of the black witches. Some of the council members in the number of four were already fighting them when they reached but it didn’t seem like they were being victorious in their fight.
“Which one are we targeting?” Damien asked Alexander eagerly as his eyes fell on the black witches. There were enough black witches to hunt. Though he had heard a lot about these creatures, it was the first time he had come to see them this closely. The excitement in Damien’s eyes was clear and his pulse was pumping with blood, eager to play with the witches.
“I think it depends on which one attacks you first. By the looks of it we have been spotted already,” Alexander said looking at the three witches who caught two young vampires who weren’t average vampires but pureblooded vampires, “Will you be alright by yourself?” asked Alexander, a smirk up his face. His cousin was too eager to fight the witches and he let him be when the young boy gave a nod in response.
“Don’t worry about me. I will be here looking,” Damien smiled, turning his head to look at one of the witches who came at him to pick him up.
Just when the witch came closer to him, the young boy had moved himself to a spot which was closer to a log of wood. Of course for the black witch Damien looked like a defenseless kid with his adorable face, Damien shook his head to push the hair behind knowing how cute he looked. It was one of his qualities, the point of being cunning and scheming since he was young. Having a mother like his who was strict and wanted him to follow the pureblooded vampire etiquette while his father was more liberal in the lifestyle, he had turned to this mix of the sweet and sour mix in spice.
The black witch had an appearance like a reptile, thick and cracked skin that was scaly. When she smiled wide, her snake-like tongue passing through her lips, Damien picked up the log of wood and swung it across her face in surprise that had the black witch stagger and fall down from the broomstick she was riding on.
Damien raised the log of wood, placing it on his shoulder to rest as he looked at the black witch who looked angry to have fallen down by a small child.
“Don’t be angry. What are you doing here?” Damien asked the witch curiously, wanting to know what business they had in here.
The witch came right at him, trying to grab him so that she could take him back and cook him up or use him for the next ritual but every time her hand came close to the boy, the boy jumped away from her. This went on for a good one minute until the witch pulled something out of her pocket. A handful of ash.
Damien, being curious, took a closer look to see what it was and just when she blew, a spark of fire that ignited had him running away from her.
“What do I do with the fire Alex?” Damien asked Alexander, hoping to get some tips on what to do as it was the first time.
“Pour water,” his cousin replied that had Damien stop and stare at the answer that he just received. The black witch came close to him again and this time her fingers scr.a.p.ed the side of his face which had his eyes widen. Not because of anger but at the thought that his mother was going to find out what he was up to.
His mother was going to kill him!
Using the log of wood he bashed her head again, going quickly towards her he went on beating over and over again until she appeared to look unconscious and lying flat on the ground. To make sure she was dead, Damien took one step after another, using his shoe to kick the side of her body. The black witch suddenly snapped her eyes open and dragged the young vampire boy by his feet.
Putting him down on the ground, she tried to strangle him by pressing his neck with both her hands. Damien raised his hands to push the witch away from him, scratching her face with his nails and then biting into her hand when he found the opportunity. Taking this opportunity he remembered the time when his mother had killed one of the people in their mansion.
Using the very same technique, he held the witch’s face and tore the woman’s face by tearing half of her face by pulling it away from both sides of her mouth. Killing the woman instantly, the blood spurting out from the black witch on his face and his clothes.
“Ugh!” Damien let go of the witch feeling the blood on him. Turning to see his cousin who was fighting with another witch who had been carrying the young village boy, Damien yelled, “I got one, Alex!”
