Young Master Damien's Pet

A young girl who was about the age of seven, played with the wooden doll which was broken at the edges. It was the time of noon where the house was quiet, water flowing quietly where the house was situated. Hearing the door open, the green-eyed girl stood up to see her mother step in.

"Mama, welcome back," she greeted her mother who responded back with a sweet smile. The woman was of average height. Her hair and eyes brown in color with a petite figure.

"I am back home. What were you doing?" asked the woman, her brown eyes glancing at the doll that laid in her daughter's hand, "We should buy you another one. Maybe once your father returns," the woman ran her hand on the girl's head gently.

The young girl nodded her head, her shoulder falling down, "Can't we go back to the village, mother?" she asked with hopeful eyes.

Her mother sighed, her hand dropped down to fall next to her side, "We cannot dear. The place there is not safe for your father."

"But why?" questioned the girl. The woman's smile tightened.

As the girl waited for her mother to respond, they heard a sound that came from outside, "Papa is here!" the girl exclaimed, bouncing on her feet to step outside the house where she saw her father arrive back with the horse they had.

"Papa!" the young girl launched herself on her father for the man to pick her up in time. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His appearance gentle and calm, catching his daughter in his arms.

"How have you been doing?" he asked her and when his wife stepped out, he slowly dropped the girl without letting of her hand but hugging his wife with his other arm. Sharing a kiss, he asked, "Everything alright? Did anyone come by?"

The woman shook her head, "No one. It has just been Penelope and me. Was your trip successful?" Seeing her husband's sullen expression she said, "It is alright. We can find someone else for help."

"Yes," stepping inside the house, the man looked around the living room. A house that once belonged to his family which was used as a hideout during difficult times. The house was made of stones near the forest and riverbank which looked like a little cave which in actuality was a secret hideout.It was a place far away from civilization that allowed to safe keep his family.

The man saw his daughter who was hovering around him as he had been gone for more than ten days in search of a fellow white witch. Times were difficult right now as the witches were being burnt and spotting any of them was hard.

Humans and the vampires were raging against the witches and didn't matter if the witches were good or bad. All they wanted was death, which was why the white witch man had moved his family after one of the humans had picked on what he was. Feeling sorry for his child, he played with her and the toy which he had picked up from the street.

When night fell, the man asked his wife, "I think you should take Penny and go with you. You cannot be safe with me around you," his wife who had been lying on his hand raised herself with one hand to look at him with a frown.

"We have lived together for so long, it shouldn't be a problem to continue our lives like this. All we need to do is cross over the village and move to another land," his wife promised with a soft whisper so that their daughter wouldn't wake up. In a hurry to flee, the family had fled in the opposite direction which was secluded but they couldn't continue their lives here like this which both of them knew, "It is just a matter of time. We are in no hurry."

Her husband placed his hand on her cheek, his expressing pensive, "I am glad you that you have accepted me despite what society has to say, but you are a human and our daughter is one too. You can have the future you want. With me around you will only be hunted and killed together."

"If that day ever comes we will take it upon us gladly. We vowed to be together, Edgar. I love you," she leaned forward to kiss him on his lips and he kissed her back, "You don't have to worry about the future when you have us. Your daughter and I."

"I am fortunate to have you both," Edgar smiled looking at his wife.

After some time, his wife asked him curiously, "How are you sure that Penny isn't a witch like you?" her fingers playing on his bare chest while lying back again on his arm.

"Don't worry about that. I made sure to check for signs but she seems to possess none. She's a human just like you. She will be safe if you both can flee together," he tried to persuade his wife again, who looked up at him with an unhappy face.

"Let's worry about it tomorrow. Tonight is ours to safe keep."

"I say this because there's no future here while we stay here. Think about Penny. She will grow up in isolation."

"She has us, Edgar," the woman sat up knowing her husband wasn't going to let this rest, "Don't think too much about it, love. It is much better than the people who don't know what is right or wrong. She is safe here and when the time comes we will move to the other side where people would have forgotten."

"You do know it takes years even for a single incident to completely erase? Especially when the rumor spreads to one person after another," Edgar sat up himself, going to hold his wife's hands in his as he rubbed the back of her hand soothingly with her thumbs, "Don't be upset. I speak like this because I care and I worry about both of your well beings."