With the screams that had taken place in the magistrate’s office and a vampire strolling openly, the humans had gone inside the house to lock their windows and doors tightly.
The village held no fond memories and as she walked she could feel the glares which she tried to ignore. Walking to where Damien stood who had been looking at her from afar distance.
“All done?”
“What about the key?” asked Penny for him to say.
“I am sure the magistrate wouldn’t mind me borrowing it for a bit,” smiling he turned and stepped inside the carriage and Penny followed him. When the carriage started to be pulled by the four horses in the front of the vehicle, the village went away and far until it disappeared behind the forest trees. The night sky which had been cleared started have clouds forming in the sky and soon in the middle of the night, it would start pouring the expected rain on to the ground.
Days passed by until the day finally came where Quinn’s mansion was decorated in style for the celebration for the deceased mother of Damien and Maggie. It was the time of noon where Penny could see from the room how the servants were running around while trying to not make it obvious which was obvious to get the last preparation done in the mansion.
As the curtain of the night pulled over with the clouds threatening with the growls of thunder and lightning that tried to break free from the sky so that it could descend down on the ground, guests slowly started to arrive from the forest through the bridge.
Penny who stood looking at the people from the window of the room noticed the men and women who wore grand clothes from their head to toe. Some wearing accessories such that it covered half of their faces. Walking in with the air of the vampire and vampiress, she saw them exit inside the mansion where her eyes couldn’t reach after that.
“Penny,” called Damien who stepped out of the bath with a towel that was wrapped around his waist. When she turned around, she felt her heart trying to stutter while keeping her mind straight. This pureblooded vampire had no ounce of shame in his body. She was sure that if she were to ask him about it, he would reply back to ask her with what shame was?
The black towel that was tied around his waist hung low above the two bones where she felt like she had to splash some water to get her mind straight. As he had only got out of the bath, there were drops of waters that slid down his hard chest. From his shoulders that trailed down to seep into the towel that tied around. It hadn’t been the first time since she had seen him like this. It was like her master wanted to tease her relentlessly.
“Pick out the red shirt from the cupboard. Something that would match the trousers here,” said Damien mindlessly as he went on to rub his wet hair that was sticking on his forehead.
She did as she was told, pulling out the darkest red which was placed at the far end. Taking it, she closed the closet door to bring it to him, “Is this the one, master Damien?” asked Penny for him to hum in approval.
After the incident that took place in the village, Penny was somewhere grateful for him taking the revenge which she would have never been able to do. Maybe if she was a vampire that would have been an easy task and a different case. She hadn’t asked him and he hadn’t told her why exactly he had broken the man’s finger but somewhere it made Penny wonder if it was for her sake. At the same time, she wondered if it wasn’t. After all, why would Damien do anything for her?
When Damien’s hand reached the top edge of his towel, Penny’s eyes quickly snapped to look away which Damien found to be rather cute on his slave. His lips twisted and he decided to play,
“Mm!” he exclaimed, placing his hand on his eye which caught Penny’s attention.
She wondered what happened suddenly to ask slightly worried, “Are you alright, Master Damien?”
“I think something went in my eye,” he said rubbing his eye.
“Let me take a look,” forgetting about his current state of attire he was in, Penny stepped forward and placed her hand near to his eyes to look into it, searching for something that not there. After ten seconds did she realize her closeness with Damien. Stepping back she said, “It must have gone away,” she took another two steps back from him.
Penny turned away, her faces suddenly heating up as she closed her eyes. Ah, stupid Penny! She closed her eyes to scold herself. Without thinking she had gone and placed her hand on his face to check. Not knowing what he might have thought, she didn’t dare to turn back, hoping he would start dressing. Hearing the shuffling of clothes she let out a sigh of relief when after some time she heard his voice coming from right behind her that almost startled her,
“Little mouse…”
Little!
“Okay, big mouse,” Penny’s eyes widened and her head snapped around to look at him wide-eyed, “Don’t look so shocked. If you don’t want me hearing what you say, don’t say it out loud. Stupid mouse.”
Was he going to keep adding every other adjective behind the word mouse, not that she was okay with him calling her as a mouse. Seeing that he had worn his shirt and the trouser where he was yet to tuck in, she wondered what he wanted from her, until he said, “My sleeves,” he lifted his hands up so that she would button the cuffs of his sleeves.
Once she was done with it, she heard him say, “What’s got you so red?”
