Kapitel 14: Little mouse
Seeing the dead man lying next to the pureblood vampire who stood there casually before taking a step towards her, it led to Penny to start running. Maybe a rabbit had better luck in hopping and escaping from the scene than her because of the shackles that restricted her from running.
Damien stared at the girl with an amused look on his face, his red eyes sparkling with mirth at the sight of her. Before Penny could increase the distance between them, he had started to walk towards her slowly catching up to her but the girl surprised him when she turned around.
"Don't come any closer," she warned him. It was true though, thought the pureblooded vampire. A slave was never outspoken and the last time he had seen her was a week ago which meant that she hadn't got to go through the harsh disciplinary system of the establishment. There was fear in her eyes as she stared at him, her throat moving down and up when she swallowed to calm her nerves which only excited him further.
"For a slave, I should applaud you for your valor," he clapped his hand which didn't seem the least bit genuine but as if he was mocking her, "You need to be punished for running away from me. For disappearing and making me come after you."
"I didn't ask you to come after me," she said, keeping a safe distance between him and her.
He tched, a sigh escaping from his lips, "Don't be like that, little mouse. You were so well behaved until we reached the inn, did the death of the woman damage something up here," he pointed his finger to his head.
"I am not a slave-"
"I know that."
"I was brought wrongly-wait what?" she asked him confused. As if the sun had appeared from behind the dark clouds, Penny smiled out of relief, "You know that I am not a slave?"
"Mhmm," he replied with a twinkle in his eyes. Then why was she shackled? "Wondering why you have those still intact?" he asked her to see a nod, "You were the one running since yesterday. Shouldn't you know it better?"
"..."
"I know you aren't a slave by just your behaviour but that doesn't erase the fact that I bought you from the slave establishment," spoke Damien looking down at the ground before raising his head, his steps circling her like a predator who was going to pounce on its prey while making sure its meal didn't have the opportunity to escape.
"You cannot do that! I don't have the slave brand like the others!" she blurted out, moving two steps back to stop him from circling.
Damien stopped in his tracks, gauging the girl with his eyes. The smile that had fallen down came up again making Penny worried, "You don't have the branded mark? No worries. Let's take a small trip to the slave establishment so that we can complete it."
"NO!" she exclaimed quickly in panic. She cursed herself for blurting out the last hope from her mouth to him. Mr. Quinn was a daunting man, his unnatural smile staying on his face. The way he looked wrecked her nervous system before making it go haywire.
"Why not?" he tilted his head, "I thought you the little mouse was upset for not having the mark on the skin. The slave establishment has a rule to not send the new slaves for auction, no matter what, they are disciplined, punished, and made to heed the very word of the guards so that they can be docile with their masters. Yet, here you are after a week out in the market ready to be sold. How did that happen?" asked Damien keeping his eyes on her keenly, "Were you exceptionally well behaved that the Warden recommended your name or did you recommend it yourself," he licked his lips to see her eyes widen and a wide smile came upon his lips.
Penny felt her head go dizzy due to the adrenaline rush in her body by his words and question. No matter how much she tried to hide it, the man had caught her plan. She didn't want to go back to the slave establishment. For a slave to meddle with the list of the slaves who were to be auctioned, she would be punished in ways she herself couldn't imagine. Fear and panic were becoming the main emotions for her this week.
Wait...she thought to herself. How did he know that she was in the slave establishment for a week?
At the same time, Penny caught sight of a couple who were walking from the far end of the muddy road which led towards the inn and then to where they stood now.
They were the village man and woman, she could ask them to help or gain their attention. After all, she still didn't have the mark being placed by the establishment which meant she still had the opportunity to run and to be his slave.
As if he had read her mind, she heard Damien warn her, "Don't even think about it," and her eyes moved to look at him. Taking a much more casual stance, he said, "It will take me less than ten seconds to snap both their heads in front of you if you plan to involve them in this little escapee of yours. Think carefully, mouse. Your one wrong move towards me will lead to two deaths. Correction," he raised his hand, "Three. Forgot about that one," he turned to look at the old man over his shoulder.
"I will keep you happy if you come with me," he gave his word to her, the smile falling down and his expression turning serious.
"You left me hungry," pointed Penny.
"I promise to feed you," he replied instantly, "All meals."
Penny could hardly breathe, the anxiety of fear not because he was a vampire but because she saw her freedom slipping through her fingers like sand, "Why did you kill him?"
"I had my reasons," there was a glint of anger that passed through his face in the blink of an eye, "Come, little mouse. Play nice and I will be the master you will ever need to serve," he said, waiting for her to come.
Seeing her not take a step, he exhaled. Walking to her rather than waiting for her, he bent down which startled her. Penny saw him fiddling through the shackle chains on each side of her leg. When the metal gave out a loud click, suddenly her legs were free and the chains were removed.
Damien stood up, "Such an expensive and troublesome slave," he looked her in the eye and Penny felt as if it were a black space that could swallow one if one continued to look into his eyes, "Let's go back to the mansion now," he ordered her.
Penny only followed him, not seeing the thorn that was lying on the ground she placed the same leg where she had previously stepped on a nail in the confinement room of the establishment. When her feet did take the entire thorn into the arch of her feet, she felt her soul evaporate from her body to come back with the pain she felt.
"Mr. Quinn!" Someone called the pureblooded vampire, and a woman appeared with neat and polished clothes.
"Greta," Damien greeted the woman. She was a human, her features soft, a smile up to her lips and cheeks that covered itself in blush at the sight of the man in front of her. But when the woman looked at Penny who stood to stare at her feet, the woman's face turned sour. Her smile faltered but she quickly fixed it putting her attention back at the pureblooded vampire.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here. Did you come here for work?" she asked sweetly.
Penny was in too much pain at that moment to take note of the woman. Taking a deep breath, she finally raised her head to take note of the woman. Brown hair and pale complexion, the dress she wore was undoubtedly made of pure silk. A hat on her head to protect her face from the light which was barely there.
"Yes, I had personal work to attend to. Now that it is dealt, I must be leaving," he said directly without bothering to exchange any pleasantries with the woman which dampened her mood but she fixed it right away.
"I will see you around," she said. Damien gave her a nod before turning his back and walking from there. Penny spared one more glance, both the women staring at each other with the briefest contact before Penny followed Damien as she limped. She walked on her heel, keeping the thorn untouched. Removing it would only lead to mud getting inside the wound and who knew what this man would do?
Reaching the carriage, Damien first sent her in as if he didn't trust her after her failed escape. Seeing her stagger, he helped her inside to sit next to her. Once the carriage door was closed, he demanded,
"Show me your leg," Penny blinked at him. So he did notice something was wrong with her leg.
"It's alright. I will remove it-"
"Continue disobeying me and you will see the consequences," he gave her a cold smile which made her raise her leg, "Such an obedient mouse," he praised her to take a look at her feet. Without a prior warning, he pulled out the thorn and pressed his thumb on the wound for her to flinch.
"Thank you," she whispered for him to take it out so soon. When he placed her feet on his thigh, she looked up at him. Was this how slaves were treated? Or was this man having some of his bolts loose in the head department? He pulled out the kerchief from his pocket, tying it around her feet.
"I might have removed the shackles of your leg but don't forget that you are my slave, little mouse," he said knotting the last of the kerchief to secure it around her feet, "Betray me, and I will punish you in ways you wished you were back in the slave establishment," he warned her with a small playful smile on his lips.
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Kapitel 15: New home
She gulped hearing those words spoken by Damien. Her body sitting crossed while her leg, which had been injured, still resting on his lap, finally felt it being released by him as she pulled it back so that she could place it down.
A cold sweat broke on her back. His smile filled words didn't lessen the threat he had casually blurted out to her. His words made her worry.
Truthfully she didn't understand him. She had tried to figure the pureblooded vampire but the more she thought about it, the more intertwined his character turned out to be. He had claimed that he knew she wasn't a slave or rather didn't have a mark on her but that didn't erase the fact that he wanted her by his side. Running away from him seemed to be an impossible task, every word he spoke, Penny had to make sure to listen to it carefully. He had failed to offer her food, but he had come in search of her.
All her efforts from jumping out of the window to walking in the rain through the forest appeared to be pointless. She had wasted her time, but she had tried, thought Penny to herself. To not do anything and cry about it was worse than trying to escape and getting caught.
He treated her like a slave but a few minutes ago, he had picked her dirty feet to remove the thorn that had stuck to the bottom of her feet. She didn't understand what he was trying to do. But if she was sure about one thing, it was that running away any time soon wasn't an option. Not to forget the threat.
Once the carriage reached the mansion, the coachman pulled the reins of the horses to stop them right in front of the mansion. When Penny stepped out, she was gobsmacked at the sight of how large the mansion was. It was a tall, proud mansion that was painted dark grey in color which was very similar to the clouds that hovered in the sky, thundering, and growling. There were statues made of marble, situated in the midst of the garden that looked rather strange to her.
Most of the statues she had come across until now, they were of beautiful women. Not that she was complaining about the addition of men here, but the expressions each one held here was filled with pain and angst. Their expressions, panic-stricken.
A man with a black and white attire arrived at the door, stepping out to take Damien's coat.
While Penny was busy taking in the strange statues and beautiful garden that surrounded them, the butler enquired,
"Master Damien, who is that?" Though the servant already knew, he wanted to confirm what he understood by the young girl's clothes if it was true.
"She is my pet. Falcon, clear the room that is next to mine," the butler slowly turned his gaze from the girl to his Master. So his Master did buy a slave.
"Would you want it to be the left or the right one?" asked Falcon, waiting for his Master's order to hear,
"On second thought, it won't be necessary," grinned Damien, his eyes began to sparkle.
"Yes, Master," the butler bowed his head, "Where will she be staying then? The servants quarters?"
"Foolish Falcon, why would I ever do that?" replied Damien who was looking at Penny. He threw a look at his butler, "She will be staying in my room. Pets are not meant to be left out in the open where others can pet them," he then shifted his gaze to her. The mouse had to know who was her master, and that he would be the only one she would ever need to serve in this lifetime. She had been caught not by the cat but the wolf, and he would enjoy her slowly before devouring her very soul.
Penny, who had been looking at the mansion, finally realized the two pairs of eyes that were looking at her. The man who had bought her was undoubtedly one of the rich pureblooded vampires. For him, to have spent three thousand gold coins on her, she should have known.
She was led inside, the butler in the front and Damien, a step ahead of her. As expected, the mansion was spacious enough for two more houses to be built inside it. She caught sight of maids who not once lifted their heads to look at them. There were more than six to seven of them who were either cleaning the walls and the stairs on either side of the large hall.
"You are home late," a woman came into view who looked barely past thirty. Her cheekbones were as high as the pureblooded vampire who had bought her from the market. Eyes that were blood red like her lips were painted with color. Her brown wavy hair was left open which stopped right above her waist.
"Maggie," Damien greeted the woman who came to his side to leave a kiss in the air next to his cheek, "Mother was asking where you were last night?"
"How fortunate for her to remember," Damien joked with a hint of sarcasm.
"She was missing you. Grace has been out too," the woman named Maggie, her eyes fell on the girl who stood behind Damien. The woman's eyebrows rose slightly, "You bought a maid. We have plenty of them already," she murmured. The girl appeared to be around the age of seventeen, her blonde hair, dirty and mud sticking on her dress, and some on her face. For a maid, she didn't look shabby but her brother always bought good looking girls to work for the mansion. Even though every one of them stepped into the mansion alive, most of them left dead due to the lack of blood in their body.
"She isn't a maid," Damien corrected, "She is my pet," he grinned.
Penny didn't like the way the man addressed her but she neither had the energy to fight him or to test his patience. She felt like an animal on display with the three pairs of eyes on her which made her uncomfortable. She had been tired from running with the shackles around her feet and by the end of the time, it had also rained leading her dress to be drenched wet the previous night. Feeling slightly feverish, she swayed back and forth. Her head began to spin, a light ache at the bottom of her feet.
Before the girl could fall down, Damien had swiftly moved to catch hold of her in his arms. Her body turned lax in his arms as he held her with his hand around her waist. He saw her head lulled back and her eyes closed.
"Is she alright?" asked Maggie with a tilt of her head.
Servants were never of much importance in the world of the high-class society of the pureblooded vampires. Maids and the other workers were used by the elites as they pleased, like tools ready for disposition. A maid's health was of no concern.
Damien who had been smiling previously looked serious now as he placed the palm of his hand on Penny's forehead. Her forehead was burning.
"Falcon, prepare cold water," without wasting a second he carried her up the stairs and to his room.
Maggie was Damien's elder sister, the sanest of the three children of the Quinn family. Damien being the second and the third daughter, who was the youngest, Grace Quinn. Maggie had followed Damien along with the girl who was being carried and put in the same bed her brother slept in.
"What are you doing here, Maggie? Don't you have a tea party to attend to?" asked Damien, his eyes watching his elder sister with hawk-like eyes.
"I was leaving. Do you need me to call the local doctor?" asked his sister, seeing him tuck the girl who looked like she had rolled in the mud. Her brother had called the girl pet, which made Maggie wonder what her brother was up to. With his mood flipping mind that kept fluctuating every now and then, she didn't know what he was scheming and somewhat she pitied the girl.
"For what? She's a slave, she doesn't need one," Damien's words were curt, "Go now. You will be late," he gave her a smile that looked mischievous.
"Don't do anything to her, Damien," Maggie stated in concern.
"Don't tell me how to treat my things, Maggie. Off you go," he waited for his sister to leave. Once the vampiress left the room, the pureblooded vampire turned to look at the girl who laid asleep out of exhaustion, "My troublesome mouse. If you had stayed put, you wouldn't have fallen sick," his hand for the very first time, pushed the strands of her hair away from her face, pushing the baby hairs away and looking down at her face.
The butler who had arrived with the bowl of water knocked on the door first to see the master nod his head. Once the cloth was dipped and placed on her forehead, the butler didn't mention how his master looked somewhat smitten by the slave he had bought from the black market.
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