Young Master Damien's Pet

How was one supposed to know what element they belonged to? It wasn't like she had a nearby neighbor who could help her in helping her out. Black witches were never helpful, at least with what she heard and read in the books that were lying in Quinn's mansion. It was something she had got her hands on in Lady Maggie's room.

When Damien finally returned at the hour of the evening which was before the time of dinner. He stepped inside the mansion to have the butler who appeared stranger and sillier than how he looked in the morning today. For someone new, Damien had to say he was doing well which meant the butler would stick around longer than the rest but as long as Falcon? That he wasn't sure.

Durik helped the young master out of his coat, the coat holding little drops of water which had sprinkled with the help of the wind that came to settle on the material. Worried about what happened earlier, Durik interrupted his master, "M-master Damien?"

"Don't stutter. It doesn't look good for a butler to stutter. What is it?" asked Damien, folding the sleeves of his shirt up until his elbow, one hand after another.

The butler cleared his throat, "Master Damien, forgive me," the man bowed his head deep, "Is the mansion haunted?" Damien who was looking at the other servants who were working heard the man speak to look back at him. Staring at him for a few seconds which had the butler wondering if he had been loud enough for the master to hear. In doubt, he raised his head to timely find the man let a laugh with his head thrown back.

"Where did you catch on to that? That is news to me," admitted Damien, his red pureblooded eyes looking at the specimen who stood in front of him. Humans were truly a kind who went as far as o amuse him without any intention. It was only the first day and the man was finding ghosts. Had the poor soul been traumatized?

The butler looked petrified when Damien placed a hand on his arm. Usually, pureblooded vampires never touched people who were lower than them and if they did, it meant something bad was coming, "What did you see in here?"

"Master, there were these steps and water and then it walked by but returned back," the butler tried to explain while Damien stared at him.

"Did you see anyone walking by?" asked Damien for the butler to shake his head, "Where were you when that happened? Take me there," he ordered the butler.

Living in this mansion with his eyes open with the rest of the other family members, it was odd that none of them or the servants had complained about the mansion being haunted until now. If the ghosts did exist, he was sure it wouldn't be one or two of them but a ton of them where most of the skeletons now laid on the water bed that was around the mansion.

Durik took the man up where he had spotted the footsteps, holding the lantern in his hand. He walked in front of Damien. His eyes vividly looking around him to pick up something like before. Reaching the place, the butler stopped and said,

"This is where I noticed it, Master Damien."

"What did you see?" inquired Damien looking at the butler and then the surroundings that appeared to look normal.

"Umm, it was the sound of footsteps. Walking. Then there were these water footprints on the floor," responded back the butler, realizing himself how stupid it felt to explain this right now. Ghosts were rumored myth and they didn't exist but at the same time, the fear of them lingered in the back of the human minds.

But the master didn't look at him as if he had lost his sanity. Instead, the man took a small walk through the corridor as if he were admiring the walls and the floor.

It wasn't that Damien believed or didn't believe in ghosts. Living in a world where anything was possible there was always room for more strange things to appear and disappear. His butler looked nervously around, waiting for something to pop out of the wall or ground. He wasn't lying which only meant that something had entered the mansion. historical

Question was, what had entered. His eyes looked at the window, looking through it to see the rain that continued to spill down from the clouds without a stop.

Turning to face the butler, he said, "The mansion is too big and can sometimes get lonely where one starts to worry about the silence that lingers in the empty corridors. This mansion has stood by for decades and no one has ever reported having seen anything like spirits or ghosts. I can assure you that the mansion is not haunted unless," he drawled to have the butler's face turn to extreme worry who awaited for Master Damien to complete his sentence, "Unless there was a ghost that decided to stick by you and has come here," the man smiled looking down at him leaving the butler in a worrywart state.

So it was possible that it was a ghost that he had seen?! asked the butler to himself in a sense of panic. Maybe, he should look to work someone else and not here? It hadn't been more than twenty-four hours since he had started working.

"M-master Damien," spoke the butler, his head again bowing to offer and accept his plea, "I am not sure but I d-don't feel well working here. Could we ask the magistrate to reappoint another butler to serve the mansion?"

"Sure," answered Master Damien to the butler's glee who straightened his back and ready to thank him for understanding until he heard him say, "If you don't want to turn to a ghost yourself and have your body floating in the sea, it shouldn't be much of a problem."