Young Master Damien's Pet

Eugine looked at the girl, his eyes gauging on the current scene carefully. It seemed like his suspicion was wrong about the girl. If there was a witch, the cloth should have not only affected her but should have also changed its color a little without much notice where only a witch hunter would know. The name sounded somewhere familiar though with him who didn't belong to this part of the land and someone who came from the West, he c.o.c.ked his head in wonderment.

"I am sure he is a great man if your sister and yourself have approved about him," he gave nothing but praises while Penny stood the stand she had to. She took the glass back when he handed it back to her. Not moving from where she was, she wondered what else he was going to ask her until he finally saw him loosen his shoulders to ask her,

"Your sister was someone I couldn't woo, unfortunately, but you are nothing short of a beautiful lady," saying this he looked at the dress that she was which actually now that he thought didn't suit the house she stood in front of. It wasn't a grand dress but it was decent enough to be called as above average. His doubt on the girl now raised as he smiled, "Don't tell me that you are taken as well. It would be quite sad for me. Is it the lord himself?" the man joked.

Penny with a straight face asked, "How did you know?" to make the man cough before she smiled, "I am not looking for one right now. And even if I were I wouldn't go for a man who switches his feelings so easily. It only shows the instability in your character which is why I would refuse."

The man stared at her, his smile falling on his face and he then chuckled, "You appear to be a spitfire, Ms..." he went fishing for her name but Penny didn't give him.

"It is miss," as much as the man was picking and confirming his suspicion, the suspicion had raised on Penny's side too. With his lack of acting skills, she could tell that this man was not someone he posed to be which was why she had to be careful with her words. She kept them as minimum as she could, "Is there anything else you need, Sir?" Her mother often said it was better to keep the words minimum to raise one's suspicion and fall right into the trap. Though she didn't know why she had told it to her before, she now wondered if there was a deeper meaning to it.

Eugine smiled. His eyes looking at the girl who stood in front of him. What a shame, he thought to himself. If it were a man, with a spirit like that it could be put to use by making the person hunt the damn witches. Women lacked the skill, which was why it was unfortunate.

His hate for witches had stemmed from three generations. His grandfather being one of the first witch hunters who had been killed by a black witch where his father soon fell in line with the trap of the witches to be killed by them. Eugine being the next in line had taken up the task enthusiastically. He enjoyed killing them. Every single one of them he had come across he had made sure to rip them apart and set them on fire.

Though one might ask why the white witches were included as they weren't up to anything but one could never count on what could happen. Even an angel had fallen to the ill deeds of life and these people were the ones who belonged on the lands. There was no saying when the light in their soul would vanish to be consumed by the darkness and revenge for the ones they had lost.

"No, I think I am good. Thank you for the water. Apologies for having consumed your day," he bowed his head to make his point, and though his he bowed his head, his eyes were on her the end lining on her dress which reached the floor, "I hope you have a good day."

Penny only nodded at him and then went to close the door when the man placed his hand to stop her from closing it.

He smiled at her, her heart softly skipping a beat if he was going to break into the house. She gave him time to speak to hear from him, "I forgot to tell to compliment your lovely sister. Sad that I missed her," he finally let go of his hand on the door, taking a step back and turning away from the house. Penny didn't wait but closed the door shut.

For two minutes everyone stayed quiet without speaking a word with each other.

Bathsheba stepped out and away from the large old cupboard to say, "You did an excellent job out there. You must be part of the theater. Would be easy to earn money-"

"I was in the theater before-"

"Don't put ideas in her head," came out the sharp interruption from Damien who had stepped out himself and he didn't look one bit happy, "And you," he glared at Penny, "Who is marrying whom?" it was very rare to see Damien like this. Was he that upset that she had used him in the story? Penny didn't know if she had to laugh or be scared with the way he was looking at her as his annoyance turned to one of the evil smiles of his.

He then asked, "How many visitors like these do you have?"

"Hardly any. It was the first time," Bathsheba went to the door, placing her hand on the wood before letting out a sigh, "He finally left," she said.

"Just for now," said Damien looking at the windows which were shut close, "People like him don't leave that easily."