Young Master Damien's Pet

That particular night, the clouds made a lot of nice, thunder striking on the lands over and over again but it didn't wake Penny from her sleep. She was used to it, used to the sounds of the rain and the thunder which brought tranquility to her mind as her head lulled itself to sleep. Her dream was peaceful as she slept next to Damien on the bed.

When the morning arrived, and Damien was busy over his work with Alexander on the council case as they were still working on it, she made her way out of the mansion. Her eyes fell upon the blue roses which looked pretty even with the lack of sunlight on it.

Penny's thoughts went over the maid who had been taken to the forest to be killed. The decision which Alexander took was quick and precise which left little to no room for any discussion. It was after all his personal matter and his servants. It was a rule to not interfere between families and their servants when it came to the pureblooded vampires.

She felt sorry for the girl. The horror had been too much for her to look at. Making her way out of the mansion where Sylvia accompanied her on Alexander's word, both the women reached the dungeon where the black witch or the former white witch was held captive.

Isaiah was the man's name.

When they reached the cell room where he was supposed to be tied, they came to find an empty room. The shackles which were tied around the man's hands and legs were left open as if they were unlocked.

"He's not here," Penny whispered, her head moving left and right to see if the man had stepped out but the iron bars like door was still locked. By the looks of it, the black witch had escaped.

"Let me go take a look in the corridor and the floor above," Sylvia suggested, "Please stay here," she requested from Penny before moving forward to look at the cell rooms to see if the man was there. Penny waited for her, walking closer to the cell and looking up to see if he was playing pranks with them but it didn't appear to be one.

Where did he go?

Sylvia returned back and shook her head, "He's not here. We should go inform Lord Alexander about his disappearance quickly," ready to leave the floor to head back up and out. They reached the end of the floor when they heard something behind them. Like the shackles that someone moved.

"How many prisoners are in here?" Penny inquired Sylvia.

"He's the only one here for a week. Lord Alexander had directly been killing people than keeping them as prisoners," wasn't that comforting, thought Penny to herself.

If there was no other prisoner who was being held in the dungeon, it was possible that the sound they had heard had come from the room they had checked. Going closer and closer to it again, Sylvia placed Penelope behind her, making sure to protect her first.

When they returned back to the cell room which the black witch was expected to be in, they found the room to be empty again.

"It's a rat," Penny murmured looking at something moving below with a black tail. The little animal walked in the corridors. But how did the black witch even escape through this cell? Penny found it hard to believe.

"Yeah, I guess we should go let Lord Alexander know," Sylvia repeated herself and Penny nodded her head in agreement.

"You are right," Penny looked up from the cell room, her eyes meeting Sylvia's before she caught a shadow that she hadn't noticed before. She quickly pulled Sylvia behind her and raised her hand, "Light!" she said and the dark corridor lit itself up, the lantern which was out of oil and cotton twigs in it now replaced for it to burn brightly.

And there stood the black witch who held a scrumptious looking fruit in his hand. He had his back leaning against the wall. His hands and legs were completely free as if it weren't bound earlier.

"Don't look at me as if I were a ghost," the black witch took another bite from the fruit.

"You were in the cell. How did you get out?" Penny asked him, her hands still raised as the light continued to burn brightly on the walls and on every object that surrounded them.

"Just like that. It isn't that difficult to get out. I needed to eat something," Isaiah's brown eyes appeared to be vacant and tired, the look on his face as if relaxed which made her wonder what the man was up to. Though he was part of her memory, the images were unclear for her to know if the man was a friend or a foe, "I was told to stay in here and if I didn't I would be hunted down by that deranged pureblooded vampire. You should come with me, Penelope."

Penny blinked looking at him,

"What happened to not coming between the people who loved each other?" yesterday he said something and today he was telling something else.

"Did I tell that?" he asked, he took another bite from fruit while the two women stood in front of him. Staring at his non-caring attitude, "If I have apologies. I did think about it the entire night and while I thought about it, I came to the conclusion of courting you. It's not like you are married."

This man...why did he remind her of one of the women who was chasing Damien?

Penny surprised the man when she took to bow at him, "I apologize if my words in the past or present were taken in a different meaning," she then raised her head, "I hold no feelings like that for you and it wouldn't ever be."

"Are you sure?" he questioned her as if there was something about them.

"Yes," her answer was firm as a rock. In the back of her mind, she only wished to get her memories back as quickly as she could.