Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

Robarte stared at Damien, his red slit eyes observing the person who was standing in front of him, "Are you saying it because you are a higher form of pureblooded vampire?"

Damien laughed hearing this, "Is that all you know about me? What a shame."

The constant smile on Damien's face annoyed the black witcher. His facade had fallen down and he had a scornful looking expression on his face. When it came to the art of annoyance, Damien not only passed it but he excelled it with flying colors.

"Don't look so confused, I don't think if you even use the rest of your brain you will be able to find an answer for it but me being a good man will spare those brain cells of yours which has already been exhausted I believe,"he said, and at the same time, both the men pulled out their guns by sliding the top part of the metal as if they were ready to fire the bullets any second, "Did you think a flimsy little thing like the spit grass could damage and corrupt me? I don't know how many times I have told this but… you cannot corrupt something that is already corrupted. You add the color black to black, it will still remain black."

Robarte then huffed through his nose, "Are you saying you have already been corrupted? That's interesting. If I knew it I would have made sure the council knew about it."

Damien nodded his head, "Such a child. I guess you didn't have your parents with you to go tattle tale on what your sister or others did that you have the need to do it. But by all means, please go ahead."

Something struck in the witcher's mind and he clutched on to the cold gun, "You have the habit of running your mouth pompously. I wonder how you will feel when you finally die here."

"I don't know about me but you will surely be burning in a pile of ashes before the end of it," Damien let the man know, "By the way, what was going on with Grace and you? My head was very heavy when you were speaking."

Robarte stared at Damien. He had heard quite a few things about this pureblooded vampire. A lot from the society and some from his very own half-sister on how vexing he could be. The man was considered to be shameless who had no filter when it came to speaking his mind out. Right now it was hard to tell if he was sorry about his sister.

"She was helping me get your slave, unfortunately, she couldn't fill in the terms and came to visit me at the wrong timing," Robarte tched, "How do you feel about it? Happy that she's gone?"

"What do you think?" Damien questioned back, playing the game which he enjoyed the most without giving away anything to the other person.

"The girl usually came to bitch about you and how things were in the family. Quite a whiny little thing if you ask me, but it felt really good once I started to beat her. You know…" Robarte paused and then said, "The human slaves which I bought from the market, it is hard to break and test them because they are really fragile. One twist and they are broken but your sister, my," the witcher smiled, "I enjoyed beating her. The sound of the metal on her head, I can't help but remember it back again and again and it gives me this peace hearing her beg for her life."

Damien wasn't fl.u.s.tered. He had already picked Grace from the dead room to put her out of the house where she was still breathing. He didn't know how long she would sustain but she would have to fight for her life if she wanted to live. He wasn't bothered by the black witch's words because part of him wanted Grace to be punished.

Who knew that she was planning to push Penelope out of his sight and into this man's life who was her blood relative. It served her right that she had to go through it because breaking her fangs had apparently been not enough of a punishment to make her realize what wrong she had done. But there was another part, being a pureblooded vampire where the family was important. Grace might not be Maggie but she was still related and his half-sister as they shared the same father and with that thought, he couldn't let this man live. He was not only a threat to his family but also the people around that involved Penelope.

"It is good to hear that you enjoyed it," Damien cheered the man with a smile, "I am sure she would have deserved it."

Robarte stared at Damien for a few seconds, gauging the man's reaction and said, "It is good that you are here. We can finally end it. With you gone, I can get the girl's memory erased."

"Good luck with that," Damien challenged him back.

A fight broke between them with both the men thrashing against each other using their fists, elbows, and legs. Putting them down or crashing against the wall before lifting themselves up and fighting back.

When the black witcher had pinned Damien down during one of his blackouts because the powder of spitgrass was still circulating in his body, Robarte laughed, "You pureblooded vampires are so full of shit. Always yapping about how great you people are," he placed the nozzle of the gun on Damien's back where his heart was still beating, the red core in his heart turning from black to red and then black again as it was moving up and down.

Damien's head was pressed against the floor, his fangs coming out bare and the skin around his eyes raising the little roots like nerves on his face, "Is that why you got yourself operated to be a vampire? To be full of shit?" the pureblooded vampire couldn't stop himself from laughing, "What a hypocrite you are. You feel useless being a black witch and are trying to be a vampire by taking a vampire's organs. I don't know if I should pity you or feel how pathetic you are."

"Consider whatever you may. A dying man will speak bullshit. Once the bullets gets into your very own skin, I would like to see what you would like to say at that time," a smile crept up on Robarte's face that showcased the madness he had been containing behind that gentle and kind facade in front of everyone. The smile continued to extend whilst he pushed Damien's face further into the floor, "Time to say bye," and he pulled the trigger of the gun.

When Robarte pulled the trigger, the sound of the gunshot was heard in the room but he had shot at the empty space. His hand staggered forward where he lost his balance to see no one beneath him and before he could turn, he felt something being placed on the back of his head.

"So much of haste," Damien spoke standing behind the black witcher with his revolver being placed on the back of Robarte's head.