It was a male black witch who was bound to the chair, black blood dripping out of his mouth and his appearance that had turned to its original form, “It is good to see you here,” he smelled the air, sniffing with his nose before his head tilted in amus.e.m.e.nt, “The blood of both white and black that runs in you. How interesting,” the witcher didn’t care about the two men, or that his life was in threat right now.
Penny didn’t react outwardly but internally she was taken aback. It was true that black witches could identify who the other black witches or white witches were but for him to know the kind of parents she had, she pursed her lips.
“Penelope,” the witcher called her and it only raised her eyebrows.
“Do you know this ugly bastard?” it was Damien who had turned to look at Penny and ask her the question.
Damien had given his word to Penelope on him bringing a black witch here so that they could pull out information that could be of use to Penny so that she could learn something from him. The spells which were used by the black witches couldn’t be used by the white witch and the spells which were used by the white witch couldn’t be used by the black witches. Penny had no restrictions right now when it came to using the magic.
She hadn’t seen the man before, not that she could recollect at least. The more she stared at the witcher, the smile on his face fell down.
“This one is lying like the rest of them,” Alexander commented looking at his cousin.
Damien nodded his head in slow motion. Due to the light, Penny had not seen what Damien was holding in his hand but when his hand raised itself her eyes went slightly wide looking at the metal rod which was surrounded by metal wires around it. He smacked the rod right across the witcher’s face that had even Penny grimace over it.
“What are you doing?” asked the witcher, unhurt by it. His voice was calm like the ocean.
“Beating you?” Damien asked back.
“You don’t remember me, do you? It must be because of my appearance right now,” asked the witcher, his tongue slithering in and out of his mouth. His appearance started to change, from the black scales which covered his entire body, his skin now turned one like a human. Smooth and unbroken except for the cuts which Damien had inflicted on him.
The man returned to his falsified appearance, blonde hair and brown eyes that stared into hers with a sweet smile on his lips as if he weren’t beaten just now.
Looking at his face, Penny frowned initially before her head started to hurt. A piercing pain made through the back of her head and she flinched. Flashes of something came in front of her eyes.
‘Penelope, where do you think you are going?’
‘Mama is here, I need to leave.’
‘Penny, how could you?’ she heard her mother’s voice
‘No!’
The voices in her head spoke to her. It continued with more of the voices and she touched her forehead. Seeing this, Damien came to where Penny was, “What happened, Penny?”
“She is remembering me of course,” the witcher chuckled sitting in his seat and enjoying the scene in front of her.
“My head hurts,” she said to Damien.
“Let’s take a break away from here,” he proposed to see her shake her head.
“No, it’s just some memories,” she whispered but the whisper was not a whisper in the quiet room of the dungeon.
Alexander, who was watching this, took to inquiring the black witch, “How do you know her?”
“She was my neighbor once upon a time until her mother decided to chase me away by having a witch hunter on my tail,” replied the witcher, “I used to like her and she…” he paused that brought the other members attention in the room to what the witcher was saying.
Penny looked at the witcher with her breath paused.
Damien narrowed his eyes, bringing up the bat he was holding to notify the man to use his words wisely. The only reason the witcher was even alive was that he knew Penelope’s name and he had chosen to mention her name in front of him which made it suspicious.
“Are you trying to threaten me?” the witcher smiled looking at Damien.
“What do you think?” the pureblooded vampire asked back with a smile of his own.
“You chose a violent man, Penelope,” the witcher commented, his words were directed to Penelope.
“You haven’t seen violence yet. This was just warm-up,” Damien’s eyes shone in mirth, “Depending on your questions, let me see how this bat will come to be of use.”
Penny waited for the black witch to complete his sentence, his eyes staring in her green ones which were green and beautiful just as he remembered.
“She was a friend of mine,” he completed his previous sentence which he had left hanging. Penny couldn’t tell how relieved she was hearing this. For a moment she was worried where he would call her his lost lover. There would have been a bloodbath for sure.
There were traces of voices in the back of her head where she recognized the voice. Matching it with the male witcher who was bound in the chair. Black witches colonized themselves in the forest but they never lived near to each other in a town or a village, due to the obvious clash and the witcher hunters who could catch them one after another.
“He came looking for you,” Damien informed her.
Penny looked back at the man, asking him, “Why?” if they were simple neighbors there was no reason for him to follow her.
“I wanted to see you. Your mother is not here now, I can finally court you,” the male witcher replied back. Damien exhaled out air from his mouth, his lips smiling before he swung the bat over the witcher’s face. Penny flinched over the impact of the bad on the male witcher’s face.
“Penelope, are you interested in him?” Damien asked her.
“Of course, not,” she frowned. What kind of ridiculous question was that?
“There, you have an answer. Now tell us why you have come here looking for her without beating around the bush before I beat you to a pulp that even your potions might not work on that sweet look you are giving to my woman,” Damien warned the witcher. The man didn’t respond back, his eyes staring at Penelope even after being beaten, “I think I understand your feelings now,” he stated to her which made her lips tremble to bubble up the laugh. She had to remind herself this was not the time with him subtly mentioning about her breaking the bottle on Lady Helen’s head.
“Your taste in men is not good, Penelope,” the black witcher spoke to Penny, the already quiet room turning silent.
