Young Master Damien's Pet

Wearing the hooded cloak which people often wore along with the scarf that covered her face, Bathsheba stepped out of her house. Locking the house, she started to walk away and towards the heart of the town which wasn't far from her house was situated. But that was not where the black witch was heading to. She continued to walk, passing the bustling crowd that had formed at the early hours of the day as they hustled to work and continue with their day usual.

Humans, thought the black witch as her good eyes scanned them without letting them know that she was looking at them. In one's eyes, it would have looked as if the lady was looking down and walking but even with her eyes shut half closed she could see them clearer than they could see her. Human lives were limited, like a little box that was contained to live and survive without knowing what was there beyond the box. Some stupid while some highly intelligent.

They came in all flavors, which was why they were highly amusing but at the same, they were what got the nature of these lands balanced. If it weren't for the existence of the vampires, the pureblooded vampires would have killed the rest of the species to survive. After all, they were the only ones who could drink each other's blood while still continue to survive.

Humans were stupid because of the percentage in which where they could be swayed easily. They were immensely fickle-minded than the black witches which made it that much easier to sell each other out for their own benefit.

"Good afternoon, Arien," a woman was walking by stopped her and she smiled back, an easy-going smile which was as harmless as a feather.

"Good afternoon, Mariah. I see you are done with your groceries today. Did you get it from the vendor who lives on the other side of the town?" asked Bathsheba politely.

The woman looked down at her hands where she was carrying the vegetables, nodding her head she said, "I sure did. It should be enough for the week. Are you going there too?"

"Yes. They have cheaper vegetables being sold which I can afford," if there was one thing the black witch had learned, it was to blend in with the other humans. To have meager conversations of the things they were used to and bored to do, yet they would speak about it numerous times.

"Have the prices lowered further?" she asked to receive a look of a frown from the human female.

"Why would the prices lower?" she asked curiously, "Not a penny less but it is good to know that this store has more to offer than take. But who knows when he will raise his prices over the vegetables and other daily goods like the one in our village.

Bathsheba nodded her head, exchanging a small between each other, she started to walk towards the place where the other man sold his groceries. Truthfully it didn't matter to Bathsheba where she bought her groceries. The main reason she sought out to this person wasn't just to hide from the prying eyes of the villagers who were often curious but also because there was a secret which only she was aware of.

Walking up to the store she saw a young girl collecting the change she had given money to the man, carrying it she crossed Bathsheba with a smile. Young age, thought Bathsheba to herself. Girls of that age often fell in love quickly with the humans or be it with the witcher man who was selling the groceries in front of her. His were silver bleach in color, his nose pointed and his eyebrows raised.

"Do you plan to marry her?" asked the black witch to the man who saw the young human walking on her way back home.

"Why do you ask?" the man who was also a black witch after shifting his gaze from the young maiden to this rotten black witch.

"If you don't plan to marry her don't string her along. Haven't you heard the curse of human love?" it was an old saying which often went by or came up when a witch meddled in the human's life. Most of the witches were superstitious. A saying that went by that the humans were the ultimate doom who would cause the downfall and death of the witches. The doom was already written by default but with the humans in the equation, it only made it far worse as if inviting trouble.

"It is an old saying, Bathsheba. And who has told not I plan to leave her..."

Bathsheba turned her eyebrows up. Was he in love with the girl? How laughable, thought the black witch to herself, "A black witch never falls in love. What happened to that? You will only use her before throwing her as if she were nothing."

"Not every story has to turn out the same," answered back the man.

"It doesn't," Bathsheba said, picking up the leafy vegetables that were placed for display. She inspected the vegetable closely before it changed its color from green to dark brown, making it look like it had been decaying for four to five days now, "Everything comes to an end, Gillum. A lot of things have fixed things that follow suit. Stop luring her in here before you put her in your own jeopardy. It will not only save her but also yourself."

"Have you never had feelings for the other creatures? Ours are very vile to like," and she couldn't agree any less to it. Even their own kind wouldn't like someone of their kind and would rather look at the other creatures if one sought the affection of like or love.

"There is plenty to like but I had rather want to put my energy in saving my neck than saving the other ones," hearing this the man shook his head in disappointment like she was missing on something important in life but the black witch was much smarter who had saved herself during countless occasions where the others would have failed to only be burnt in the middle of the town.