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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

It was the time of night at the church when a letter came to Father Antonio by a fellow councilman who was scrawny looking by appearance. Seeing the man leave immediately, he tore the envelope to pull out the thin parchment of the letter and read it. Once he was done, he looked down at it grimly.

Putting a protective spell on the door, he turned around and walked through the back door of the church which led down to the bottom dungeon of the church which was cold and quiet. Walking through the rooms, he noticed how some of them had already gone to bed while some were awake working on the weapons and potions.

After some time, he pulled Sister Jera who by chance was readying herself to go to her room to sleep. Father Antonio took her to the office room, closing the door shut that made the young white witch ask,

"Is everything alright, Father Antonio?"

"Yes. I have a task for you. Do you think you will be able to do it?" he asked her.

Demise- Part 3