Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

In the time of morning when Penny had woken up from her deep sleep, she felt something wet on her feet. The wetness came again which reminded her of something until the cool breeze hit her bare feet making her shiver. She wondered if it was Damien who was up to no good again, her eyes groggily opened to see Damien next to her with his eyes closed. With a slight frown on her forehead, she felt another lick on her feet which made her jerk her leg and bring closer to her upper body.

Stretching her neck to see what it was when she did see it while scooting away in haste she not only fell down on the floor but also ended up pulling the blanket along with her which was covering Damien.

The impact with the way Penny fell on the ground woke Damien to see her looking at something with fear in her eyes. Confused, he turned his gaze in the direction of her eyes for a smile to break on his lips.

Penny stared the dog-like wolf that let out a bark making her heart leap as it walked forward, it's tail slightly swishing as it stared at her, "Is he yours?" she asked sensing Damien awake on the bed. By the time Penny had turned to look at Damien on the bed, to look back at the four-legged animal, it had advanced further to stand right next to her now.

"Meet Baxter," Damien introduced his pet, "He's a wolf breed, someone I picked in the forest," when the animal barked again, Penny could the sleep that was in her body dissolve.

"I didn't know you had a pet," she could feel the animal staring at her, it's intelligent eyes nothing short to its owner. Wait, why were its eyes red in color? Was this a vampire too?! "Is he a vampire?"

"He is?" Damien gave out a shocked gasp before smiling back again, "He's a wolf. Don't worry Penny darling. You are still my number one pet...girl," he finished his sentence.

"I am not jealous," Penny narrowed her eyes at him while still being wary of Baxter who came closer to her to sniff her shoulder. She realized the man had taken off his shirt while he must have got into bed last night. Getting down the bed, he walked around to where she was,

"People always tend to tell things which they don't mean to, you don't have to worry. I am very good at understanding and reading your words," he assured her. Before she could retort anything the wolf gave her cheek a big lick, "Aw, he likes you. I am sure you will get along fine with him. Baxter, up boy," and right at his command, the wolf turned its face and followed to where Damien was, swishing its tail. Getting down, Damien for the very first time showed the side of him which felt normal to Penny. His hands ruffling the wolf's neck as it closed its eyes with ears that looked like it was pulled back to flatten itself. A four-legged animal, his pet was able to draw such emotion out of him that Damien's eyes looked warmer now. Having never seen an expression like this before on his face, Penny stared at him.

So was this how her master looked if he were normal? she quickly pushed her thoughts at the worry of what if he could read her mind? There had been instances where Penny had doubted his pureblooded abilities. What if a pureblooded vampire could read any person's mind? With the amount of time Damien had been right at the point at catching her thoughts, it made her wonder if he had such ability or if his observative skills were very sharp.

"He's a fantastic boy, you will see when you take him for the morning walks," said Damien as if he wanted both Penny and his pet, Baxter to get along and become friends as quickly as possible, "But before that, how was your sleep?" he asked him mindlessly without looking up at her as he was still playing with his pet. Damien patted the wolf's head before sending it off and outside the room where the door had been opened.

It had been more than a week since she had come here was the wolf always here? Oh dead, and did she not realize it? No, that couldn't be true, she thought to herself. She would have to be blind to miss such a big wolf.

Walking towards the door and closing it, Damien went to pick a candle that was on the table. Removing from the rest of its other fellow candles, he came to crouch in front of Penny, handing the candle for her to take.

Unsure, Penny took it, "What is this for?"

"With what Murkh said last night, you are a witch. And with the knowledge I have, you cannot be a black witch else you would have shown your colors by now-"

"I am not a witch," Penny spoke defensively not liking the fact that he was trying to club her into something she wasn't and didn't like.

"That is what you know not knowing what you are."

"My parents have been human which makes me a human as well."

"Hmm," hummed Damien, twisting his lips before stating, "Your mother was a human who died out of disease and so did mine. My condolences to it. But what about your father? What have you heard about him? For a person you have not met, how would you know who has run away but never come back," sensing thatPenny was having a hard time to digest the truth which she wasn't ready to accept. He said, "A liquid that has been made by the black witches cannot be nullified and have the properties of a white witch when you haven't even touched the liquid inside it directly."

Penny had no answer to it. All she knew was that all this time she was a human and not any kind of witch. She didn't know about white witches but with the generalized species, she didn't like her being part of it.

Damien took a seat in front of her, placing himself down on the floor with the conflicting emotions, "What do you think about the witches?"

"That they are vile and cruel."

He could tell that from where Penny came from, there didn't live a white witch and if they did, they were all in hiding. None of the villages were open to knowing that the white witches and the black witches were two separate beings with different characteristics. People registered bad things better by highlighting which only diminished the chance for the good witches, "The ones who you are referring to are the black witches."

"I know..." replied Penny. She wasn't illiterate to not know who was who in the world that she lived in.

"Then you should know that the white witches are the good ones. People who help for the greater cause. What's bothering you?"

It took a while for Penny to gather her words in silence before she said, "I am not looking forward to being burnt in the middle of the village or town," her greens eyes looked back at the red ones in worry.