Mr. Varreran…did he hear her speaking? Her hands started to sweat a little as she saw him smile.
She bowed her head and he did the same, “Good afternoon, milady. Have you been doing well?” asked the man.
Penny’s head was muddled at the thought that the man had heard her mention about her being a white witch. How long had he been standing there? She wished she could ask to confirm it but the man would either doubt her or he would be confirming what he heard was to be true.
“I have been doing well. How about yourself, Mr. Varreran?” she asked the vampire who looked at the grave behind her which she had come to visit.
The man shifted his gaze from the gravestone to look at Penny, “I have been doing wonderful. I am glad that I got to see you again, you have been doing well,” she could feel his eyes roaming around her face.
Penny could only pray and hope that he didn’t hear her whatever she was speaking to the late lady’s grave. Her mind still wanted to confirm and she said, “When did you arrive here? I didn’t hear any sound,” her words came out soft and gentle, trying to not let the man know what she was on to.
“I didn’t want to disturb you. It seemed like you were busy speaking…” he trailed his words, he raised his hand to adjust the glasses on his nose.
Did that mean he had heard her or did he not?! Penny was nervous but she didn’t let her emotions take over her body. A vampire could always hear the rise of heartbeat and was able to notice a few things which went blind when it came to the humans or the witches.
“I have never seen you before here at this hour. The woman must mean a lot to you, for you to come here alone,” Penny didn’t know why but there was something very taunting about the way Mr. Varreran put it, “I heard there have been many abductions going on. You should have someone watch over you. If I was your partner, I would never let you out of my sight.”
The wind blew in the cemetery where high standing family members were buried in it. It was mostly for the pureblooded vampires and a few humans who had paid for their graves prior to their death.
“Did you mean to say slave?” Penny asked after a few seconds to see the man smile.
“Hmm, I am sure I said partner, but I don’t mind what you suggested either. A master and slave bond together is the most delicate and beautiful relationship. Don’t you agree, Lady Penelope?” asked Mr. Varreran, his red eyes looking at her challengingly.
“Yes, I guess,” Penny gave the man a smile, “But then…it also depends what kind of people they both are. You never know which one tests the nerves and when the beautiful relationship might turn to torture and an abusive relationship filled with pain. Don’t you think so?” The thing between her and Damien was private matters and she wasn’t going to tell Robarte on how their relationship was.
This time it was Mr. Varreran who stared back at Penny, “It is indeed. Very agreeable.”
“Did you lose a dear person?” She tried to shift the topic now. There were no flowers in his hands, making her wonder if it was just an acquaintance he had come to visit.
The man looked down at the muddy wet ground that had soaked itself with the rain. He then looked up to say, “A person I used to love in the past,” the smile on his face fell.
“I am sorry to hear that,” Penny apologized. Who knew that the man would have a past like that, “I am sure that person is watching over you and is happy to find you here to have to visit them.”
“Thank you for your kind words, milady,” Mr. Varreran offered her a small smile. He then turned to look to his right, the expression on his face unchanging. He turned back to look at her and say, “You must be getting late. I will see you some other time.”
His words made Penny question if she had judged the man wrongly. After all, he had offered her for a ride and had told her the last time they had met that the marks on his slave were caused by the previous owner and the slave girl was still recuperating.
Penny herself was glad to be leaving the cemetery as it had been quite some time since she had been here. The coachman would be waiting for her. Hearing a sound suddenly, she turned in the direction of the woods.
“The birds are noisy here,” the man murmured enough for her to be able to hear him, “It was lovely meeting you, Lady Penelope.”
Penny didn’t offer any words to him except for a bow and she left the cemetery, leaving the man who watched her go.
He then started to pass the other tombstones one after another to come to the last corner one where the mud had only been raised a few hours ago which was yet to be pushed. A coffin was already placed inside it with the lid on top of it.
A small knocking sound of the wood could again be heard to what was heard earlier. Opening the top of the lid of the coffin, he looked down with a smile on his face. In the coffin laid a girl who was his slave. Her hands and legs were tied along with her mouth being taped so that not a word would come out of her mouth.
“Are you enjoying yourself in there?” he asked the girl who started to cry as she tried to thrash in the coffin that was right enough for her to not be able to move much. Tears streamed down her eyes.
Robarte got his hand close to her face, rubbing his finger over her cheek, “I told you to behave and you broke the rules one after another. To think that you were on your way to the magistrate’s office. You really disappointed me this time. What else do you think I would do?” he shrugged his shoulders and the girl did nothing but cry, “I will miss you…Have a wonderful time in here,” said the man before closing the lid of the coffin, this time forever before the mud was pushed on to the coffin by people who didn’t know there was a person who was alive in there.
