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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"

The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.

"Bring the man here."

"N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.

Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.

"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.

Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.

"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.

Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market.

On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.

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Young master Damien's pet

"I should have known," she said glaring at him. Her hands searched through at the bottom of the drawer to pull out a sharp knife. Getting up, she saw her daughter who looked at the scene in fear.

"You witches are gullible which is what makes the hunt so easy," the councilman stepped inside the house. The white witch pushed herself up to stand, holding the knife tightly in her hand.

"It is not about being gullible, Sir. People don't deserve the respect and trust that we place which is what makes you a scum worse than the black witches," this irritated the man and he suddenly went up to her, holding down her hand which had the knife. Twisting it to the point where she had to let go of it due to the immense pain that shot through her arm.

The little girl looked at her mother and the man wrestling against each other. There was pain on her mother's face and she went to the man, pulling him with her weak hands.

Sorrowfull sparrow- Part 2