Kapitel 26: Servants at Quinn's
Damien, who had finished meeting with the magistrate of the two towns away from them, traveled back through his own carriage which was pulled by the four black horses attached to the front of the carriage he was in. The rain poured down from the heavens which seemed less likely from the heavens but from hell with the force it fell down on the ground and the roof of the carriage.
The coachman wore the raincoat to cover and protect himself from the oncoming rain, his face wearing something similar to the glass which avoided the rain from getting into his eyes and hindering his sight.
Damien looked outside the little window of his carriage. His dark red eyes gazed out but he wasn't looking at anything in particular. The rain seemed to have reminded him something, one side of his lips pulling up from the corner of his lips at the thought. Though he had spent many good years of his in Bonelake the rain was something he had never gotten used to. Maybe it was due to the fact that his family before relocating to Bonelake used to live in Wovile. A place where there was a good amount of sun.
But lately, the wind had started to blow in a different direction which had swayed his cold heart to the slightest movement. Idle in the rain reminded him of a certain girl with jade green eyes who stood with an umbrella in her hand. A smile on her delicate lips which was the only time he had seen her smile.
Once the carriage passed through the dense green forest, the vehicle was pulled across the bridge making the carriage slightly shake as the bridge was made of stones where some of them must have come off due to the continuous rain. He made a mental note to fix it by speaking to his butler so that the bridge wouldn't collapse one day. Sure nothing would happen to him but to lose the servants would ]truly be a loss.
The coachman pulled the reins of the horses when they reached the entrance of the mansion. Stepping down to pull out his glasses, the servant opened the carriage door so that his master could step out of it.
"What do you think about the weather, Rowen?" Damien asked the servant who had his head bowed along with his back.
Hearing his master speak, the servant stood up with his hands folded in the front, "It is cold, master Damien," he spoke warily.
"Right it is cold," he nodded wondering if he should torture the man a little for not taking care of his dear horses. Instead of going inside, Damien Quinn walked to his horses, inspecting them one by one before he rubbed one of the horses head, "What a lovely boy you are," the servant had gone back to bowing his head to mean no disrespect to his master whom he had been working for.
When his master finally left the side of the carriage, walking inside the mansion to be greeted by the butler, the coachman let out a sigh of relief. If there was one thing he knew about his master, the man didn't like anyone talking back at him but it was something to do with every pureblooded vampire. The horses here were one of his favorites and the last time the man had found a little scratch on them, he had put him in the locker cell where servants were taken to reflect. It wasn't far from being called a prison as it was a cell built in the open forest. One would have to spend their days out there in the middle of the forest with no roof to protect them from the harsh rain of Bonelake.
Falcon was quick to take Damien's coat at the entrance where he was greeted by his younger step-sister Grace. The girl who was at the age of seventeen wore a pink dress, her hair which was partitioned two make two high pigtails on either side of her head.
Grace asked sweetly, "Did you finish your work, big brother?" Though Damien didn't react right away, the butler internally had raised his eyebrow at the young lady's tone. Lady Grace being nice and polite didn't exist. The young vampiress was spoiled in nature, being the youngest and the only child of the lady, she was pampered and loved in a way which the lady had misused.
If it were to be told, out of the three children both Master Damien and Lady Grace were terrible to people. And maybe if Lady Grace at least took into consideration when there were pureblooded vampires, being partial to them while right down insulting anyone else who was lower than them. But when it came to Master Damien, Falcon didn't know how to put it right. Though he didn't differentiate the kinds he was the way he was like this with everyone.
"You look like an idiot with that hair. Why not just cut it off and save my eyes from looking at something as ugly as that."
A minute of silence came to prevail in the atmosphere, maids who were walking by didn't stop or even turn to look at the vampire siblings in the hall. The servants of Quinn's household were pretty much rocks and stones who didn't react to anything knowing well a reaction could cost them their life. Not that it hadn't happened before. Once in a while there would be a servant who would have misstepped on the line but once crossed it was done and there was no going back.
Grace's eyes widened but with her mother not around to support her, the lady had to hold her own ground and she glared at her older half-brother, "I was being nice to you, do you have to be rude?" she asked him, her eyes narrowed while still being nice to him.
"Falcon, when was the last time Grace was nice?" Damien threw his butler right below the running carriage. The poor butler didn't know what to reply and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish unsure of what to do. His master truly was heartless when it came to using people as sacrificial animals. If there was more light thrown one could see the light perspiration of sweat that began to accumulate on the servant's forehead, "Poor Falcon, even doesn't know."
Grace's eyes snapped to look at the butler of the house, a glare that was quickly dodged thankfully as he had bowed his head to avoid the possible eye contact. Being a mere servant of the house, he couldn't agree or disagree but in truth, the young vampiress had never been nice.
"What was it now then? All you had to do was respond to how your day was, it isn't that hard but instead, you comment on my appearance. Wait until I tell father and mother about it," she threatened Damien to make him chuckle.
Tilting his head to a side, he asked, "Do you think I care?" he looked at Grace with an amused smile, enjoying her getting flustered and angry over his remarks. Good, he thought, if she didn't he would have died utterly bored with no amusement being provided to him. The only time she was nice was when she needed something from him and something told him that it had something to do with his pet.
"You will care enough one day that you'll beg me for your forgiveness for treating me like this!" she said angrily, her sweet appearance slowly slipping by which he was waiting for.
"I look forward to that day, Grace but I should say, your petty behaviour is laughable. Such a child throwing a tantrum," he started to walk away leaving her behind. The butler did the best thing he knew and followed his master but that didn't stop the lady from talking or tailing behind them.
"Is that so?" there was some sort of smugness in the way Grace asked him, she then said, "Would you tell the same if I said that Sister Maggie took the slave girl up to the attic?" the little color which the butler had saved himself in now drained down his face completely turning his face pale and he couldn't stop but internally cursed at the lady for being petty. Falcon stopped right away with Damien who turned to pause his footsteps and turn to look at Grace over his shoulder.
"Maggie wouldn't do it."
"Why don't you ask sister Maggie yourself? I am sure she would love to fill you up on it. What shame that you wouldn't let me, your own sister in there but to take a slave of slower status. Tch. I will see you at dinner if you still have an appetite," Grace smiled, showing her pearly white teeth.
The vampiress turned swiftly on her heels and walked away from them. Now Falcon wished he had been in the kitchen.
"Falcon," the servant heard his master call, making him fill with dread. Very slowly he turned to look at his Master who had a grave expression on his face.
"What was Grace talking about?"
Kapitel 27: Merciless master
Falcon gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat at his master's question at him. What was he going to reply?
"Answer quickly, Falcon. Don't keep me waiting here," Damien spoke to him intimidatingly, his voice even. The few years he came to work for this man in this very mansion as the butler, Falcon had not once heard this man raise his voice. But maybe if he raised his voice it would be less dangerous than his smiling that sent chills down her spine.
Falcon bowed his deeply hoping his master wouldn't cut his neck off his body for the simple mistake, "Master Damien, Lady Maggie had the girl out of the room when I was asked to supervise the kitchen," as simple as the matter was, a lot of pureblooded vampires didn't allow room for mistakes.
He held his breath to hear the young master of the mansion say,
"What?" It wasn't that Damien hadn't heard it. He had heard the butler speak quite clearly. The poor butler if possible took further air into his lungs before letting it go, "How difficult is it for you to carry one single task that I give? Let me go see the girl," the butler couldn't tell how relieved he was when Damien walked up the large stairs, his long legs covering the area quickly before he came to stand in front of the door.
All he did was play with the doorknob before opening it. He hadn't placed a lock purposely wanting to see if his mouse would try to run away, though she didn't run away he didn't miss the point that she had disobeyed his words so blatantly. The girl sure had a nerve testing his patience over and over again.
He had left the door unlocked in a way to test her while also to see if he could add to her existing punishment which hadn't been handed down yet. Opening the door, he stepped inside to find the girl who was staring and looking at something outside the window in the ridiculous dress he had made her wear into. It was good that she looked terrible right now. The worse, the better it was always.
She was yet to notice him in the room. Walking to stand right behind her, he saw the reflection of her face which was reflected through the window where the atmosphere outside along with the sky had turned dark.
Penny had been thinking about what Maggie said about the corruption of hearts when her eyes finally fell on the man and she gasped loudly out of surprise. Spinning on her heel, she faced him. Staring right into Damien Quinn's red eyes which stood out the most in his face. His eyes had the fleck of curiosity as if he were trying to find something.
"How was your day, Penelope?" she saw the way his lips moved to speak to her. Her eyes switched to go back and forth from his eyes and lips before settling completely on his eyes as she caught sight of him catching her own sight.
"It was okay," she whispered below his overbearing presence as he didn't give her much space.
He hummed in response, "Look at this," he said lifting his hand up to touch her hair which made her momentarily flinch, "Don't be scared, little mouse. I won't eat you. Not right now at least," he said dusting off the little web which had got stuck on her hair, "Do you remember the instructions I gave you before I left?"
Penny had hoped he wouldn't have found out but it seemed like someone did inform him about her stepping out of the room. She wondered if it was the butler who had informed his master as he was the only one who had caught her and Lady Maggie walking out before she had headed back to the room she was in one now.
"I didn't go willingly with my own mind. I couldn't refuse Lady Maggie when she asked me to help her," Penny gave him the details before he could drag out the story of what happened torturously slow to his amusement.
"What did I ask you and what are you speaking of?" Damien sang before patting the side of her head as one would with their pet dog or cat, "But now that you have spoken about it I will let you off on this one."
Internally she frowned where she continued to stare at him. She did nothing wrong and it was true that she found it rather not pleasant to refuse his sister's offer who had wanted to take her out of here for some time which she was thankful for.
Wait, she thought to herself. Did he just say 'this one'? As his words sank in, she saw that smile of his which tugged on the side of his lips as the devil had possessed.
"I cannot look away from what you did to the dress," she heard him say, "I have a very good memory which is a blessing and a curse at the same time. Come, little mouse. It is time to punish you. Follow me," he turned himself ready to walk before he looked at her over his shoulder, "Come. The faster it is the better.
Penny didn't want to follow him but what choice did she have here? The words 'You reap what you sow' came to hit her hard and she told herself to behave and not act out impulsively. But at the same time, it was hard not to retaliate in response to his actions.
Without a word of defiance, she followed the pureblooded vampire. Walking through the corridors where the lamps were lit in the time of evening burning bright enough to make the place visible for anyone. She could see the fire burn and its luminescence spreading warmly on the walls, some which flickered in the air as if it were sizzling.
"...right?"
What? Her eyes snapped at Damien who was walking in front of her and had asked her a question which she hadn't heard.
"What is with the peasants not answering quickly? Has your brain frozen like the winter?"
Penny didn't know if she should tell him that she hadn't heard him speak or the question he had asked her. A little worried that the punishment would grow, she nodded at him and said, "Yes, master Damien."
"What a wonderful spirit you have," stated Damien, glancing at her and then humming something under his tone.
Passing through the rooms and getting down the stairs which had a red carpet laid out on it, Penny followed Damien with her bare feet. Catching sight of some of the maids who passed her a look of pity before going on their way as if she were a sheep that was going to be beheaded soon. And the more she thought about their expression, the more worried and anxious did she turn as it seemed like whatever this punishment was, it wasn't going to take place inside the mansion but outside as they headed towards the double door of the entrance.
When the carpet stopped, her feet touched the cold marble floor which felt utterly cold beneath her feet to spread the coldness throughout her body making her shiver. Was he going to make her clean the doors? She definitely didn't mind that, thought Penny to herself. She was more than glad to do it, but when they crossed over the main threshold to walk she was greeted to the chill air which even the jute-like dress that she wore didn't prevent it from the weather.
"Now go pluck the weeds out that have grown around the bushes and plants. I need them all pulled out and cleaned," she heard Damien instruct her, "You have all night to do it but if I catch you slacking. I will make sure to worsen the punishment. The more rules you break the more will the level of punishment increase so make sure to think twice before you do something I extremely dislike. Disobedience will not be tolerated."
It made her feel that this man was punishing her for also stepping out of the room. Though he had said he wasn' going to, it didn't mean he wouldn't add into her current tab of errors.
Was this what she had agreed to?
It was raining and not to forget it was dark. How was she supposed to pull out weeds when she couldn't see the ground that well.
"With your excellent eyesight, it shouldn't be a problem at all. Go on now," Damien placed his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to step down the stairs.
"It's raining," she pointed out for him to slightly tilt his head to the side.
"I am not blind, Penny. I can see it. Don't worry, the rain will stop in an hour," he responded back nonchalantly.
The fever had only left her body and he was planning to have her drenched in the rain again until she would pass out? This man was cruel and heartless! Gritting her teeth, she stepped down one stair and then another before she finally touched the concrete ground which wasn't smooth. Making her way away from the main entrance and towards the garden where the rain finally started to fall on her. It wasn't a drop or two but a good amount of water droplets that felt like someone was throwing on her.
While Penny made her way, the butler Falcon had seen the door to be open. Wondering which idiot of the servant had opened the doors, he walked towards it to find his master standing there looking at something in the garden. Curious, he treaded his footsteps carefully. Glancing at the garden his eyes widened to find his master's slave out there.
What was she doing in this rain? Not having the audacity to question or ask his master, he decided to step back but Damien had already sensed his presence.
"Where are you going, Falcon?" his master questioned making him stop in his tracks. It made him wonder if there was anyone at all who had sneaked up on him without his notice until now.
"I was passing by, Master Damien. Apologies for that," the butler bowed his head.
"Go have Lady Maggie come here. Tell her sweet brother summons her right now," the butler bowed again, obliging his master's words and almost scurrying away from there so that he could get Lady Maggie to save him. If there was anyone who could speak sense to his master, it was the elder sister but sometimes that failed epically. Most of the maids and other house servants went to the eldest daughter of Quinn to save their necks just because she appeared faintly sensible compared to the other members of the family. Working here was nothing less than walking on an eggs shell where one often worried about doing something and having their throat slit.
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