Young Master Damien's Pet Chapter 182 - The last laugh- Part 1

He couldn't spot any new kill until he looked to his side where three bodies laid. Two days old? Damien figured it out by merely looking at it. Some that looked older than three weeks of decomposing bodies. Which meant the village had been attacked long before he had even passed through this place. How did no one have a suspicion? A magistrate would often have to report and attend the council meetings so that the council could ensure that everything was going well. Yet, no one had doubted.
The bodies didn't give out a bad stench earlier but with him stepping inside the room he could feel the pungent smell coming strong. Penny who stood behind him had her hands covered on her mouth and face.
"How kind of you. As you are so sweet to us, we will be sure to make your death quick without much torture," said the first witch who had spoken to him.
"That's very thoughtful of you. Though I cannot keep my word on how would do the same with you both," he saw the black witch smile.
"Don't look so c.o.c.ky, Mr...." the black witch drawled. Pulling out a sharp knife that looked like a sickle, she placed it above the fire so that it could catch some heat to it, "We have a pureblooded vampire here with us. Dead of course," she said which made him narrow his eyes, wondering who that could be.
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The other witch who had been quiet until now spoke up, "They are all arrogant which makes it that much easy to target and kill. Let him be, sister," said the brunette black witch who appeared sweet and kind by appearance. This was why appearance was deceiving and couldn't be trusted. The person who looked like a lamb was the one who was wolf but he couldn't tell anything about himself.
"Arrogant?" asked Damien, "You must have not met me. I am Damien Quinn," the red-haired woman's smile fell down slightly. Catching on to her expression, he said, "It seems that I am very very popular with your sisters. I feel very privileged," he bowed his head.
"You are the man who had Bathsheba working errands for you," the red-haired witch said which had the other witch's eyes glare down at him.
"I guess we won't be nice either," said the brunette.
"No, Gretchen. He killed our sisters. It is only right we offer the same service to him and his girl," her words hadn't even completed when sharp objects were thrown at him. Dragging Penny behind him, he the side of his gun to deflect the ones that were too close, "The damn pureblooded vampires. How unfair that you get to use powers that we seek."
"I can offer to bite you but I don't think you would be willing to pick up the truce. Also, I don't touch low lives like yourself," he said triggering the witch named Gretchen who started to attack him where Penny cowered over before being pulled by the other witch. Penny had taken cover with the chair that was lying behind to push the witch away from her while Damien was busy getting the witch off him.
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With one swift motion, he took hold of the witch by her neck first. Slamming her against the wall before placing both his hands over her upper and lower mouth, pulling it apart, he tore the witch's mouth leaving her disfigured and dead.
Seeing this the red-haired witch stopped playing along with Penny and went at Damien. Her knives on both hands trying to cut him where she didn't stop even for a single second as Damien continued to dodge her attacks. He moved back, his footsteps quick until he suddenly vanished in thin air to appear behind her. Taking her with one hand, he threw her right across the wall with force for the witch to fall down but get up while wincing in pain.
"You are strong," she commented.
Damien nodded his head, "I know."
"Narsccist vampire," she said for one side of his lips to pull up.
"I know that too," he said and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of her with the gun pointing at her forehead, "What are you witches doing camping up here with the pile of dead bodies? Playing Halloween?" he asked her, pulling the knob at the top of the gun.
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The black witch looked fearless as if not caring that he had placed the gun on her forehead, "Why do you want to know? You will be dead before you even leave this place."
"Isn't someone confident?" he asked to have her smiling.
"I could ask you the same. I truly pity you," she tched as if sad but not really when he felt a sudden jab from behind him. A needle that came out of his back. The witch pushed his hand away to quickly jump out and maintain the distance.
Penny had a long tube in her hand which at the end had a needle. She looked at Damien as he turned around to look at her as she stood still.
"How sad. To be killed by the one you think was your companion. Or was she your lover?"? asked the black witch laughing at the end of her sentence, "The last pureblooded vampire didn't behave well, therefore, we had to discard him but I am sure you will do the deed we have all been wanting to witness."
"You're trying to corrupt my heart," he said making the witch smile. Penny came to stand next to the witch, a small smile coming upon her face.?Looking at Damien's shocked expression both the black witch as well as Penny couldn't help but laugh.
"Pureblooded vampires are truly easy to trick," said Penny, looking down at the tub she had used to inject the potion into him. The potion was made of spitgrass which helped in triggering a corruption within a vampire.