Young Master Damien's Pet

Grace had been warned and it wasn't the first time the warning was handed down to her. Time after time she had only taunted and the only person she could blame was no one but herself.

"Would you be kind enough to get the ropes that are in the attic room."

Maggie wasn't sure if she should get it or wait for someone to say something, seeing no one say any a word of protest she answered with another yes. Grace looked at her with widened eyes, her eyes snapping to look at Damien to ask,

"What do you plan to do?" asked Grace.

As Maggie started to walk towards the attic room which wasn't too far, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. Grace should have known what would be the outcome when it came to Damien but at the same time, no one had seen that things could go this far. Breaking words and rules under Quinn's roof.

Stepping inside the attic, she picked up the lantern to search for the ropes. Finally finding them, she picked it and brought it along with her.

The signs were all over and if one noticed carefully, it wasn't hard to know and follow on how her brother was fond of the girl. She had realized it the day he had peeled her an apple. Not a normal peeling but a bunny apple which he had never done it for years. The last time he did it, it was for their late mother during her time in the bed which was a practice session.

Reaching the halls, she found Damien making Grace sit on the chair. Handing him the ropes she stepped away to see him tying Grace's hands.

"Why are you tying her?" asked Lady Fleurance, her lips, and throat dry from sheer worry.

Not receiving a reply, Damien continued to tie the rope whilst her father looked away already knowing what his son had on his mind.

Finally, when it was done, Damien spoke to Grace with a hushed tone, "The more you fight for it the more painful it would be. Stay still and we can make your punishment quick," the others felt a quiver of shiver run down at the knowledge of what was going to happen.

"No..." whispered Grace. Her eyes turning hollow in dear right now. She started to thrash in her chair for what was going to come. With her unable to move or run, she turned her face away while continuing to whisper, "No, no, no. I will be good from now. I will listen to you," she said looking back at Damien whose eyes looked hollower than hers.

"Should have thought about it before you broke the words I spoke," he tched with a lack of sympathy for her. It was no secret around that Damien enjoyed the fear and the panic his sister felt right now. Walking closer to her, he placed his hands on the armrest of the chair.

"Please, don't do this," a drop of tear fell down from her eyes when he used his hand to catch hold of her jaw.

"Shame for shame, dignity for dignity and pain for pain. Don't you agree to it, Gracie?" with that he raised his other whilst holding her face, "Smile now," Grace struggled for a few minutes and Damien let her. Behind them, Lady Fleurance placed her hand on her husband's arm to bring his attention to him,

"Don't you love Grace? You are only proving her point by not saving her. Damien cannot do this! She is a young girl, please help her!" she spoke in panic.

Senior Mr. Quinn hadn't been looking at Damien and turned his back ready to leave, "It is not about proving, Fleur and you know that too. She should have known and this is all I can do."

"You did nothing! He is going to rip her grace and pride of being a pureblooded vampire and you are standing here doing nothing! Help her, please. You cannot stand here and watch," she pleaded to him.

Grace is my daughter and I love my children equally but you know what she did was wrong. And with the girl who now bears the irreversible bond..." his words trailed into darkness. Eyes that were closed with his wrinkles around his eyes and his hair that had turned gray, he finally opened them in sadness. The man wasn't choosing his favorites but was merely giving out justice to what had occurred.

With three children, he loved them equally. The man was known for his quiet nature that was acquired by his eldest daughter. Damien had acquired his mother's characteristics which was why he exactly knew how his son was while also knowing the mistakes that were committed by his youngest daughter. He didn't like it but what to be done was going to happen and there was no looking back.

The irreversible bond, his son had said. He didn't even know his son could get the marking. With the bond that had died and kept secret within the first generation of vampires, there were hardly any who knew about it.

Thinking about it, he walked away from the scene as he wouldn't be able to see what was going to happen.

Lady Fleurance and Maggie continued to stay there, standing still like a statue with their own heart pumping.

"Please," Grace continued to plead, another drop of a tear falling on her cheek that rolled down, "I will change," Damien brought his hand close to her mouth.

"I hope you will after this," he said, his face turning serious.

Placing his thumb over her fangs he forced it front before pulling her fangs out one after another as the young girl cried quietly with the shame that started to sink into her bones before he even put pressure on her fang. Her mouth bled and he stepped away from her and dropping the fangs on the floor that belonged to her.