Raddish, cabbage, turnips were the other books which were present along with the onion and mushroom which he had found. It made Damien curious as to why a pureblooded vampire who didn’t eat vegetables as his servant said would have these books with him. Nobody ever collected things that were irrelevant to them. It was always relevant.
“I would take these with me,” Damien sated carrying the books in one hand.
The servant looked at him quizzically, “Are you interested in cultivating the vegetables, Sire?”
“No, these will go to the council. We need to make sure it wasn’t what he ate but that someone really was in here. I don’t think the person would go too far away if the person really exists,” No. The person would be long gone, far away from where evidence never came into the picture, “You said he ate meat. What is it from the very beginning?” he inquired, raising his brow at the servant who had his hands folded in front of him.
“It has been like that since I started serving Master Creed, Sire,” the servant replied to his question.
“And how long has it been since you started to work here?”
“As long as I can remember. My parents had been working here and then it was me,” the servant didn’t know why but Damien’s question made him sweat. Was the man doubting that he was the one who killed his master? “I didn’t kill master Creed,” the servant blurted like an idiot.
“Says every murderer. We should collect some of your samples so that we can run the test if the culprit is right here in the mansion,” Damien said in such a straight face that had the servant look at him in shock. He then chuckled.
It seemed like Creed had been corrupted for a long time. But having only meat, he couldn’t help but ask, “How was it cooked? The meat.”
“He liked it raw,” Damien wondered if it was the corruption or the nature of the man. Raw was good but too much of rawness wasn’t entirely digestible when it came to the pureblooded vampires.
In Quinn’s mansion, Penny had been up and waiting for Damien. She had been so used to having him around at this hour that she couldn’t help herself but look at the clock every now and then. With her knees drawn close to her chest and her chin resting on her knees she heard the sound of the snow blizzard that had only started to begin. The whirring of the windows as the cold air tried to get in shook softly.
She yawned tiredly. Waiting for Damien to arrive whilst she waited for him. Watching the clock move with her eyes beginning to droop down slowly until she fell asleep in that position.
When Damien arrived back home and into his room, he found Penelope sleeping as she sat on the bed with her arms around her legs and her head on her knees. What was she doing sleeping like that? Her eyes opened groggily and she raised her head up at the sight of him.
“You’re late,” she said yawning again. Letting her hands go which was around her legs, she folded them.
“How sweet of my mouse,” Damien walked towards her, leaning and leaving a kiss on her cheek, “Don’t wait up for me and get to bed. You will look like a corpse if you keep missing out on sleep,” he gave her look which told her that he knew what was going on. Even though Penny wanted to find out more about her mother and her, wanting to know what else had been hidden, she was still worried to discover what she would come to know. The disappointment and pain which she felt last time still resided in her mind which she was trying to cope with.
Noticing the books in his hands, she asked him, “What are those? Council books?” She knew that Damien read a book occasionally at night before he went to sleep but those were too many books. And didn’t he just get a set of books last week?
“These my dear are all about the vegetable you will need to know. From your very own favourite onion to carrot and many more vegetables.”
“Are you planning to cook?” she asked him wondering if he had bought cookbooks to cook.
“Do you want me to?”
“Will you?”
“You tell me?”
“It would be hard to believe that you can cook. Oh, I know what will be your top dish,” she said nodding her head to herself.
“What is that?”
“Hot freshly taken floating fingers,” she said before coughing in the end.
“My my, was that a dig at me?” he asked, his eyes narrowing down at her. Penny grinned looking at him, “These are for you actually. I thought it is only right for you to start learning how to cook and what to prepare. We can start with onion,” he said opening one of the books, he started to read from it, “Onions can be diced or sliced, fermented to bring in flavours or fried until they are turned brown.”
“I don’t think I have ever come across a book which speaks about onion for hundreds of pages,” she muttered under breath.
“Here, why don’t you check what is the best dish,” he said handing the book to her. Penny took hold of the book, turning it around and looking down to read,
‘Circles have been one of the most important figures when it comes to the incantation of the ritual. It holds down the energy which has been derived when it comes to the sacrificial ground…’
This was no cookbook, she looked up at Damien who was watching her.
“This isn’t a cookbook,” she said looking down again to read some more lines. Damien said,
“It looks like the white witches have created more than one book which has been falsified and doesn’t fall under the normal eye that can be read. If there is one thing I can say, they had a thing for vegetables.”
