Damien gave his sister a smile, “Why don’t you go talk to him?” he asked her to receive a look of surprise form on her face.
Maggie shook her head. It was long overdue, “He doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“It’s been many years since that happened. The last you spoke was when you told him what you did and before he took the maid with him,” said Damien, looking at the slight flicker that took place from the lantern that was hung in the corner of the kitchen, “He must have forgotten it by now. At least you can hope for it.”
The vampiress still remembered the day as if it was just a day since it had taken place. Her hand dipped in blood with the maid on the ground where she had ripped the girl’s head apart. The satisfaction had been great and sweet but once it had passed away where common sense returned back, there was nothing but the guilt she could immerse herself in.
Remembering the days of the past Maggie felt herself loose to herself…
Maggie had been seeing Mr. Crantlane for two months and both the families had been looking forward to seeing them tie the knots. With Maggie being the eldest child of Quinn, it was taken that there would be celebratory events that would take place but no one expected for things to change drastically. They had a new maid added into the servant’s list who was from the northland, Woville.
She was a human like the rest of the servants who were working in Quinn’s mansion but one who was on the scale who looked more than average. Beautiful brown hair and eyes, a slender body which was easiest to break and it was, thought Maggie to herself. At first, Maggie hadn’t noticed it nor had she realized. She did notice Mr. Crantlane talking to the girl but she was too in love with the man to notice his wavering feelings. What appeared to be a simple interaction had bloomed with every visit until one day she found the girl in the market where she covered herself under a hood.
The maid girl had taken a leave telling her family was sick which was why Maggie had followed her, hoping she could help the girl who was too young to shoulder the responsibility. But what she came to find was not the family but her fiance she had given her heart too.
Seeing the girl in the arms of the man she was in love with. Mr. Crantlane. He looked happy having her in his arms and if one were to look at them, they would be called a beautiful couple but Maggie had turned green.
Finding it hard to grasp what she saw, in pure shock she had gone back home. The disappointment and anger had filled to the brim with her emotions swirling inside waiting for an outlet. Damien had caught her to ask her what had happened. It took him a few minutes to have her speaking and he had suggested to go confront Mr. Crantlane. Damien hadn’t stayed long and had left the mansion for work but who knew that rage would take over her at the mere sight of the maid.
Instead of listening to what the maid had to say who had cried out of pain. Maggie had pulled her out of the mansion and behind which was between the mansion and the servants quarters. The maid had cried as if knowing the mistake of what had been caught. The lowly human had tried to speak and apologize but Maggie had lost it.
To let someone steal the man whom she loved and believed was in love as he had showered affections over her, she had torn the girl to have blood on the ground and on her with a dead body.
“Some things are difficult to fix, Dami. Especially when you take away someone’s life. You might have not understood it before but you will now.”
“What makes you say that?” asked Damien with evident curiosity in his eyes.
Maggie smiled, “I can sense you have bonded with Penelope. No one bonds unless they want to protect something and to reduce the worry they have over the person. Am I wrong, brother?” she asked him.
“Sometimes I forget you are my sister,” Damien didn’t bother to deny what he had done and it was up to the other person on what they thought about his actions not that he would give away on why he did it, “Are you fishing for something?” he grinned.
“Nothing at all. I doubt there is anything to fish with the way you behave with the slave you so call in front of us. You need to be careful, Dami. You made too many, with every emotion comes a burden you should be ready to face. Your emotions are already too eccentric to handle,” she was speaking about the corruption in his heart that she was aware of for some time now.
“If it was going to seize my heart it would have for a long time now. Don’t worry about myself or my pet.”
“Tell me, Damien. What will you do if someone were to steal the person whom you share affections with? Emotions like those will be quick to penetrate your mind to lose your rationality,” Maggie stared at her brother’s eyes to see the constant red color not swirl to black like before in the past.
Damien smiled at her question, “Death is too easy to give. Don’t you think so, sister? Get yourself some sleep. I will go get mine,” saying that he left Maggie standing there looking at him step out of the kitchen.
In the late hours of the day when the sun was hidden behind the numerous cloud had come to position up in the sky, Penny tried to concentrate on the parchment that was in front of her. When the tip of her quill which had been dipped into the ink pressed harder on the surface of the parchment, she heard Lady Maggie say,
“It appears that your concentration is elsewhere and not here today, Penelope. There is no point if you are only going to waste your time and mine along,” Lady Maggie sighed, her voice coming out light which wasn’t angry but Penny quickly bowed her head.
