Young Master Damien's Pet

Penny returned back to see Damien who had his eyes closed. He was lying the same way she had seen him but there were some changes. The changes showing up on his face to show the corruption showing on his face right now. Even from afar where she was making her way towards him, she could see his chest moving back and forth as if he were struggling to breathe right now. She carried three rabbits in her hands, all of them dead.

The heavy feeling in her heart reduced at the sight of Damien struggling to sit quietly, with his eyebrows that were drawn together. When she was a few steps away from him, Damien's eyes snapped open that were dark. The little roots like nerves stretching from his eyes towards his temple.

When she went to give him the rabbits, Damien suddenly growled and she had to pull herself away from him. Retracing her hand like she was handling a feral animal right now.

Penny had never seen him like this. Not in this extremity.

"Damien?" Penny called out his name to only receive another growl from him. The fangs which were usually slick didn't look sleek anymore. They resembled one like a wolf with sharp canines.

Her hand held the rabbit's ears, dangling which caught his attention. Noticing this, Penny threw the rabbits haphazardly on him and Damien caught one of them while the rest fell down. Feeling the soft animal in his hands, Damien's blood l.u.s.t only increased and he quickly down into the rabbit's neck, drawing blood one after another.

But when Damien had finished drawing blood from the rabbits she had brought for him, even she knew it wouldn't be enough.

He threw the rabbits aside and stood up.

Damien walked towards her, every step heaving on the wet ground and Penny wasn't sure if it was wise to run away while he was approaching her life, his next meal after the appetizing rabbits which he had had a few seconds ago.

"Damien, can you hear me?" Penny asked, her feet starting to walk back as subtle as she could until it hit the back of the tree.

There was no response from his side. It was as if he had changed to a different person, almost possessed. The last time it hadn't been this bad because it was only the smell of the spitgrass that he had inhaled. But this time it was much more severe. Right now Damien was not in his right sense.

She heard him growl, his facial expression turning wilder and his thick fangs baring out at her.

He suddenly attacked her and Penny raised her hand to stop him from advancing which resulted in her hand in between his jaws. His fangs dug deep into her arm that made Penny cry out in pain. They tore into her skin, breaking it that brought blood out of her hand. The potent taste of blood only made Damien dig his fangs deeper into her hand.

She had offered him before but he had refused and asked her to bring an animal. And right now he was sucking her blood out so quickly that Penny was sure she was going to faint.

Her arm felt weak. The more seconds passed the more it turned worse and her consciousness had started to fade. When she tried to free her arm, Damien didn't let go of it. Instead, the movement of his fangs in her skin moving back and forth hurt her more, bringing an excruciating pain as if someone had jabbed a knife and moved it.

Penny raised her hand to place it on Damien's face. Trying to gain attention which she successfully did but it was at the wrong time. Damien did pull out his fangs from her arm but at the same time, he pulled her close to him, his eyes zeroing on the skin which connected her neck and shoulder.

She felt him pull closer and was panicking worth getting her torn by his fangs right now?

She had tried to pick up as many spells as she could. Using some of the incantations spells that she had written beneath her skin which no one would ever know until they pulled out her skin to take a look at it. But she had no defense spells with her to use that could momentarily turn the corrupted vampire unconscious.

Even if she did know, would it affect him the same way as it would for a normal person? Spells reacted differently with the creatures who walked on these lands. She had her needles with her but she was scared to use it

Scared that it would backfire her. What if it combusted Damien's body like the witches?

So instead here Penny was contemplating the last moments of her life as her head started to feel light with a small headache and her eyes starting to feel blurry. It felt as if her head was spinning.

As Damien inched his mouth towards her neck, Penny's eyes turned heavy with the lack of blood in her body and she gave herself up to darkness. The next time when Penny woke up, she was lying on the bed with her back against it. A small room that ended with the two walls that were built closely. Was this afterlife? Asked Penny to herself looking at the dull grey colored walls on both sides of her.

But then she questioned. Did she come to heaven or did she go to hell? Surely, she hadn't done any wrongs so it must be heaven but why were the walls so grey? It bothered in her mind while a dull headache started to increase and pound in her head making her stop thinking about the walls.

She flinched and groaned softly in the bed when a woman entered the room.

The woman appeared to be in her late twenties. She was beautiful by appearance. Her golden-brown hair cascading down on one side of her shoulders which were open.

What a beautiful angel, she thought in her mind. At the same time, she wondered why she was still in the bed still.

"You are finally awake," said the woman, coming closer to her, she placed her hand on her forehead, "It appears your fever has gone away."

At the same time a man appeared behind her, a man whom she had met in Bonelake when she was with Damien.