The time when she wanted to run away from this mansion she could somehow resonate the feeling of how the butler felt but her feelings had eventually changed. It wasn’t because she fell in love with Damien or he fell in love with her, it was because Damien had helped her in ways she didn’t know she would be able to go through it alone. When she had no one, not even her own blood who had given her up and wanted to kill her, he was there for her.
Penelope had nothing to offer him but herself and he had taken her which she didn’t mind. Instead, she was glad that he was the way he was since the very beginning.
After wearing clothes, Penny had taken the dress to place in the cupboard neatly without letting it have too many folds.
She sat on the bed now with a glass of water in her hand. It had been only a few hours since she had met the elemental bearer but Penny wanted to learn how to manipulate the energy quickly. Bringing the book close to her which spoke about the elements and how to start, she decided to go with water as it was something she could touch and see, unlike the wind which was hard to manifest. The wind bearer had moved his hand effortlessly to play with the wind but Penny could tell it wasn’t easy.
If she wasn’t wrong, it was the most stubborn elements that were difficult to handle and manage.
Like the wind element bearer said to her, he and the fire bearer didn’t appear to the summons of the white witches, instead, they appeared when they felt like it randomly without a proper time or place. There wasn’t much written about the elements but with the little amount that was written in the book, it was the most help she could use. She wondered if the earth or land element was the most helpful one out of the four of them as Sister Jera had learned to cultivate through the ability very quickly.
She didn’t know any white witches who had a dual element. White witches were rare, and the ones who possessed the ability never came to let anyone know that they existed. After conversing with the elemental bearer, Penny wondered if it was so because the white witches turned to black witches after they touched the forbidden magic.
Sister Jera must be already informed about the use of the elemental ability as well as what would happen once a white witch with the element would touch the forbidden magic. The witch had already shown spottings of being a black witch which was in the initial stage. One more touch and she would turn to a black witch.
Penny made a note to herself to write a letter to Father Antonio as well as Sister Jera to make sure they were doing well in health.
Damien pulled out the chair from the corner of the room and placed it next to the bed so that he could see what Penny was going to do while also being able to monitor if it would trigger any traits of her having black witch blood running in her body.
“Ready?” Damien asked her as she was still staring at the glass of water.
Penny nodded her head. Raising her hand, she used the incantation that didn’t have to be spoken about loud. It was written in the book how once a white witch was used to the ability, they wouldn’t need any spells or concentration as it would be engraved into their souls. The ability would be like breathing which would come automatically when needed.
She remembered the words of the wind bearer who had told her to believe was to become that thing they believed in. All she had to do was trust herself.
She concentrated on the water which was in the glass. Staring hard at it while reciting the incantation to see nothing happen.
“This is very hard,” Penny frowned looking at the water that hadn’t moved or caused a rippling effect.
“Keep trying. Nothing comes at the first go. Didn’t the book say it takes days to master it? Or was it weeks?” asked Damien who leaned back in the chair.
“I must have drawn the short end of the stick,” concentrating on getting it to work was impossible. She spent an hour more before she looked up the mirror on the ceiling of the bed.
“It is good to see you frustrated like this after a long time,” Damien commented to get a pointed look from Penny.
“You enjoy seeing me torture.”
“I thought we already established that fact,” he gave her a smile to show off his fangs. The fangs didn’t often show when he was speaking or smiling.
“Did you notice your fangs?” Penny asked him, her heart dropped, “Your corruption is acting, isn’t it?”
Damien only stared at her with a smile, “Just a bit. Nothing bad so far,�� but there was a possibility of it turning bad later. Though Penny could purify the air and liquid, she couldn’t remove the corruption from Damien’s body and it was something that constantly worried her.
“Does it hurt?” she asked him.
“Not at all. I am a second-generation vampire and it might be one of the reasons why my heart isn’t completely corrupted like the others who turned to corrupted vampires or deranged vampires. My body is much more durable and I grew up with the corruption next to me, it cannot kill me, mouse,” he assured her, seeing the concern in her green eyes.
“If it hurts or if you feel anything strange, you will tell me right?” she asked him. She wanted to know what was going on with him the way he wanted to know what was going on with her. She wanted to be there for him, help him, and support him.
Damien gave her a stare, a poker face with a smile, he said, “I will.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise,” he responded back to her, “I feel like you have no trust at all when it comes to my words.”
“Apologies, Master Damien. It must be that trickster face of yours that gives away,” and it was the truth. Though they had been sharing a few things with each other, she wished he would speak about what was going on with his heart.
Damien shook his head, his hair fluffing up slightly and she heard him say,
“What can I say, this face is priceless. One should feel blessed if they see it,” the narcissist vampire winked at her.
Penny wondered how Damien turned out to be a narcist. The love he had for himself was truly admirable.
