“What are you doing, Mr. Quinn?” the warden asked slightly alarmed over the sudden turn of events as he had only asked a simple question to make sure about the choice.
“Did you touch my woman with these hands?” Damien asked him. With the question came a crack sound making the vampire yelp in pain. He had successfully broken the warden’s middle finger, “Don’t cry. It is a useless finger after all.”
Hearing the warden cry, the guardsmen who were standing nearby the room arrived. Opening the doors to see their superior in pain. They looked conflicted on what to do, one side was superior and the other side were two pureblooded vampires who were of high social standing.
Damien had not let go of the warden’s hand. He was enjoying tugging it until he snapped another finger.
“URG!” the warden groaned with the second finger being snapped.
“Mister please step away from the warden,” the guardsman from behind said but Damien wasn’t done asking his questions.
“I didn’t want to do anything last time but that doesn’t mean I was letting you off the hook. Did you think I didn’t notice how you looked at her,” Damien was merciless when he twisted the entire wrist to push it back to hear another snap. Damien was much stronger than the average vampire warden who was nothing compared to his strength as Damien was blessed with the pureblooded vampire blood in him.
While Damien was enjoying breaking bones, Alexander was sitting in the chair with his arms and legs crossed waiting for his cousin to finish breaking the remaining bones in the warden’s body.
When the guard came to defend his superior, Damien used his legs. One kick and punch on the guard’s face was enough for his nose and mouth to start bleeding. He took a quill that was on the table. Placing the warden’s hand on the surface, he pierced through the quill into his hand that had the man screaming.
“Let me go before the guards come for you!” yelled the man.
“Right,” Damien pulled the quill and then bashed his head across the wall. Turning the warden’s face bloody. The warden put a fair fight but to the pureblooded vampire, his advances were like one of a child.
“I will be outside,” Alexander said, getting up from his seat and stepping out along with the woman who they were picking up from the establishment when another guardsman came running towards him and it took Alexander less than two seconds to pick him up and throw him down like a piece of useless garbage as they stood in the second floor.
Seeing this act, it spurred the other guards. Some stood knowing the status of the pureblooded vampire who was here, the Lord of Valeria while some who didn’t know attacked him head-on.
Every time some came close to him, Alexander threw the man out and this repeated until the guards finally stopped charging towards him.
“Is that all?” asked Alexander, his voice coming bored.
Damien stood there smiling inside the room, the painful yelp and the groans of the warden music to his ears, “You dared to even look and think about her while she was with me. Don’t you know not to eye another man’s woman?”
“I am sorry! It won’t happen again!” the lowly vampire pleaded. Right now the pureblooded vampire had not only broken two of his fingers but his entire wrist while the other was bleeding profusely.
“Apologies are always good. You must have skipped the lesson when you were a child. Look at me such a good man,” Damien’s smile diminished as he stepped closer and kicked the man.
Caitlin who had been standing there said, “Can I do the honor?” if she was going to leave this place, it was only right for her to serve him what he deserved.
“Don’t get your hand dirty, lady,” Damien said already knowing she wanted to take part in punishing the warden for what he had put her through.
Damien pushed the warden by his neck, keeping him still.
SLAP!
Caitlin felt her hand burn in pain but it was worth it as the warden glared at her in hatred. It was for everything he had done so far. Ridiculing like any other warden in here. Abusing the slaves physically and mentally.
“Let me catch you once I am free-”
“Alright, times up!” said Damien before snapping the warden’s head.
The woman had expected some more broken bones but hearing the snap of the head and the man’s body fall limp on the ground before hitting his head on the table which made more sound, Caitlin looked down at the man.
“You will be questioned by the authorities for this,” she said looking at the dead body and then at Damien.
“It’s alright. Not the first time,” he said before walking out of the room without worrying about fixing the warden’s body somewhere, “The confinement room that you have been in. It has many more people in there.”
Caitlin followed Damien out of the room, “There are only four to five rooms in there.”
“Who is speaking about the rooms. The warden has been killing slaves and dumping them in there. All that is needed is to tip the council about what is going on in here.”
In less than forty minutes, Damien and Alexander arrived back in at the mansion with a not so happy white witch along with them. Caitlin didn’t utter a word and instead walked past them to meet Penny.
She hoped that Caitlin wouldn’t be mad, and she found the woman hugging her when she reached where she was. Surprised she blinked back before awkwardly raising her hand and patting the older woman’s back.
“It is good to see you,” she heard Caitlin whisper to her ear before the woman pulled away from her.
“Welcome back to Valeria,” Penny wished, her eyes darting from Damien to the woman and then to Lord Alexander who gave a look of indifference to hear Alexander call the butler.
“Martin, take the lady to one of the guest rooms here on the floor,” the butler bowed his head who had appeared from nowhere, “Also get her some clothes to change into,” ordered the Lord
