The person turned the ladle around with her hand, making sure the potion was equally distributed until the green liquid mixed itself completely in the broth as if nothing had been added. Going back to the room she locked the room before getting back on the bed. Lying on down as if nothing happened the person smiled looking up in the glass. Soon everything would change here, who knew the task would be easy.
The switcher who imposed as Penny had a doubt on the plan that was weived by the witches and the other switcher. As a precaution, the person had turned to Penny while dragging the actual girl somewhere in the corner of the room with a table that deflected a person’s view if one were to enter the room. To make sure, the real Penelope’s hands and legs were tied after turning her unconscious.
What had been a precaution had turned out to be an opportune moment to start the corruption. The smile was etched on her lips. To think that the pureblooded vampire would be stupid enough to not realize who he was bringing back home. That it wasn’t the girl he knew but a switcher instead.
Soon this place would smell of blood and there would be new bodies to make use of but more importantly, the main witch who was leading the other witches would applaud for the work done by the switcher.
With that thought, the switcher continued to look at the mirror and the things around. Such waste to have magnificent room and mansion that looked nothing less to a king’s domain which would soon be filled with dead bodies. Corruption was like an infectious plague. A plague that wasn’t limited only to the vampires or pureblooded vampires but also the humans provided the bite came from vampires which were enough to turn them insane.
The person had been so caught up looking at the mirror and the other furniture, enjoying the luxury without coming to notice that the person who owned this very mansion had arrived back in without the need to come through the door. But how would the switcher know about the ability of Damien?
After speaking to Lord Rune, Damien had been apprehensive to apparate right away. There was more than what met the eye when it came to Nicholas which was the reason he decided to take the carriage which was offered before stopping in the middle and vanishing from there.
Stepping back into the patio from where he had disappeared earlier, he stepped inside the room to notice something wrong with Penny for the second time in the day.The bonds were usually placed to know and have a transparent interface when it came to understanding the emotions on whom it was placed. For a master-slave bond, it was helpful to keep an eye on the servants while making sure no one carried ill intention. While when it came to the bonds between lovers which was the soul bond, it was used to have a mutual understanding of what the other felt. It helped greatly in improving the relationship.
Damien had placed a bond which not many was aware of. It was a bond a pureblooded vampire used on the person who he or she felt was the one that required no mutual feelings. Penny might have not noticed but she was already falling for him.
The issue was not that though right now as he stood quietly without moving from his place. He stared at the Penny to know she wasn’t Penny at all. Without a blink,Damien pulled the girl from the bed to bring her down on her ground with his hand around the neck.
The switcher looked at him wide-eyed as if not expecting Damien’s sudden return. He hadn’t come through the door then how did he enter the room? Damien didn’t give more time as he had none to offer at the moment. He hadn’t realized because the person had fallen fast asleep which made it hard to gauge the person’s emotions. It would have been an entirely different matter if the person was awake but the error was that the person he thought was Penny had fallen asleep which in turn made it difficult to read any emotions.
“Who knew there was more than one of you,” commented Damien squeezing the person’s neck. The switcher moved the hands, his features starting to change in size and shape, until it was a man in the woman’s clothing, “Where is the girl?” he demanded furiously.
The switcher was half worried while half-smiling, “Don’t be so furious. It isn’t my fault that you brought the wrong girl home unknowingly. You know it is funny tha-ugh,” the man struggled to speak as Damien squeezed his fingers further.
“If you haven’t noticed I am not in the mood to hear what you find to be funny,” Damien’s eyes blazed while turning dark in question. It had been close to two hours now since he had left the village with a pile of bodies. He didn’t know where Penny was or in what she was in, “Answer me quick,” he said while continuing to squeeze his hands around the man’s lean neck.
The switcher flailed his hands in the air, struggling to deliver a word as Damien hadn’t loosened his hold on his neck. After a few seconds when he did, the switcher coughed, “She’s…there in the village. Village… In the same room…you picked me up,” but the man started to laugh hysterically when a scream was heard from below in the mansion which caught Damien’s attention.
Damien’s eyes narrowed down at the man to hear him say, “Are you going to go find the girl? Or are you going to save your own home?” asked the switcher continuing to laugh which didn’t go long. With another scream that erupted from the other side of the room which was of a girl, Damien held the man’s face completely and crushed it right into the floor to disfigure it beyond any identification.
