Young Master Damien's Pet Chapter 139 Past deeds- Part 1

Chapter 139 Past deeds- Part 1

Bathsheba continued to look at it before her eyes shifted to meet Damien's eyes, "I cannot help you in this matter. A bone would have sufficed but with her not being dead and her father whom we don't know where he is buried now, there is no telling where she is."
Seeing the displeased look that formed on Damien's face, the black witch continued to say, "There is someone who can help you but I don't know where you can find the person."
"Who is it?" asked Damien curious.
"I don't know where the person is and who it is but the stars this time have aligned to form a broken stick that points to the star that shines brightly. It is not often that we find it but it has been told to be wary of the person as a person has been born with the gift that is greater than any that walk on these lands. But it isn't just that person," Bathsheba paused her words, hearing the loud thunder that continued to growl and the rain stop drastically, "The girl you brought here, Penelope did she ever experience something out of the blue before? Have you heard of dormant witches?"
Damien nodded his head, "They are the offspring of black witches mostly who turn out to be human-like with no power. Are you saying that Penny was a dormant witch until now?"
"Don't you think it is possible? The stars have aligned together have bought it or evoked the existing abilities of these people which was hidden before. It is a theory but a believable one. It happens once in every few centuries where the alignment has been lost with people not knowing about it."
"What about the person you mentioned? How can she help?"
Bathsheba nodded her head, "It is said that there are at least four to five of them who have gained the gifts to make use of them. This person has the ability of touch, who can sense and see things. It is an interesting gift."
"If Penny was is a white witch and if what you said is true. That would mean that she has abilities," Damien let out a chuckle, "How interesting. I will bring her here soon. There are a few concerning matters that need to be fixed."
"I would be happy to help you," bowed the black witch by the time she lifted her head and eyes the man had left the room without a word. How like him, thought the black witch before going back to brewing the pot she had been working on.
Damien returned back to the mansion, his feet padding down the stairs. Going straight to the kitchen where the lights burned dimly in the corner, he went straight to the vessel that was surrounded by water to keep it cool. Pushing over the lid, he picked up a glass. Dipping it into the vessel to drink the blood that was stored for the family. Taking two more glasses and drinking it, he finally placed the empty glass down. He licked his lips,
"What are you doing staying up late?" he asked to find Maggie standing at the door.
Maggie stood with her nightdress which looked paler than the dresses that she often more, "The night is too noisy," she replied back, walking up to where he was, she picked a new glass to dip her hand into the vessel that contained blood and drank from it.
"You should get yourself a man, Maggie. It might be easier on you that way," he said wiping the remnants of the blood on his lips with the back of his hand. Damien leaned his back on the edge of the kitchen slab to see his sister smile at him, "You should learn a thing or two from your younger sister who keeps aiming for men every once in a month."
"I think she's doing well for both of us included," Maggie raised her brow before it fell back in place, "I have no intention to marry," and though she smiled, one of the kindest smiles, the smile looked tight on her face as if it were forced.
"Not able to let go of the past yet? It has been years now. People make mistakes and you were young," on Damien's words Maggie placed the glass back on the slab.
"That isn't what you said a few weeks ago."
Damien chuckled, "Of course. I was just being nice. It was stupid of you to kill a maid just because the man you were about to marry took interest in her," a flash of sadness and regret passed through Maggie's eyes. She knew Damien often liked to rub the wound because he enjoyed it. Her brother was the definition of a proper sadistic pureblooded vampire who didn't miss the chance to hurt someone verbally. It was as if he made sure to keep a diary of everyone's fault ready at the tip of his tongue and fingertips.
It was something that had happened long ago. She knew exactly why Damien liked doing it. It was also because he had warned her before she had killed the maid. Vampires were possessive creatures who were cold in nature. And she was no average vampire but someone who came from the pureblooded family. After finding that her fiance had brewed feelings for one of their maids, she had killed the girl in pure rage and jealousy.
There was a moment of satisfaction after the kill but when the realization came to hit, it hit her hard. Love was not something that happened without notice and it couldn't be forced. It was something that she had to learn the hard way. In the end, Maggie was left feeling guilty for what she had done with her heartbroken to take the ire and hate of the person she loved.
"I know. Maybe that is why I am not looking for a person right now..." murmured Maggie.