Young Master Damien's Pet

Raising her hand gingerly, she took hold of the glass tube. Not applying much pressure on it as she was scared that it would end up breaking similar to how the last one had shattered in her hands. She was sure she had done nothing and it had broken by itself but how could a glass break by itself?

Her hand was gentle around the glass tube. Damien's eyes shifted from her hand to the potion inside. Zeroing on the liquid, "How does it feel holding the glass? And changes?" he asked her seriously.

Penny who had been used to Damien's eyes and every single facial expression being covered in mischief and sarcasm at times,? seeing him like this felt somewhat daunting. His whole persona had changed to a serious one.

Gulping softly, Penny answered, "It feels cold. Cold like the snow," and it was true but then the temperature started to shift like cold water that was being placed under the fire, "It's changing," the liquid that was transparent started to turn its color like an invisible bubble that had suddenly burst to let itself mingle and turn the tube completely green in color.

Seeing Penny's eyebrows furrow with the amount of heat that had begun to gather inside it, he grabbed the tube from her hand, feeling the hot liquid. On a closer look, he saw the glass was going to break but it didn't.

"These are potions are very special, Penny. Don't go touching things that you have no business in," his words were curt and Penny nodded her head in understanding, "This one here is a potion that has been brewed by one of our very special people," his voice shifted to the kind she was used to, the atmosphere feeling lighter which didn't feel like she was suffocating with his overbearing presence. She wondered what that was about.

"From the councilmen?" asked Penny unsurely. Wasn't it the witches who were associated with the making of potions? Damien turned to place the green tube that didn't break which he placed in the cushioned.

"Unfortunately we don't have any witches who work for us directly. When the council was formed, the first of first councilman Callaghan Vahuan who founded the council had drawn the line where witches were never supposed to step in and around the perimeters. You do know we have two kinds of witches right?" Damien had locked the box, taking it to one of his closets and placing it inside it.

"The white and the black witches."

"Good girl," he praised her airly, walking around the room as he said, "As much as some wanted to let in the white witches to work with the councilmen due to their potential skills and some holding the ability of divination. A lot opposed the idea due to the very ability they possess. Anyways, getting back to the topic, these are creations of the black witches. At least that is what many of use think unless," paused Damien with his words and his actions, turning to look at her to say, "It is done by a black sheep."

"You think it is a white witch," whispered Penny for him to give her a broad smile.

"What a smart mouse you are. I will be sure to give you a piece of cheese. A lot of us often believe what we see without seeing what is there deep down in a person. Don't you think so?" Penny tried to keep up with his words wondering if she was following right or if she was exhausted with the worry of him throwing her into the sea as her punishment, "I heard a whisper long ago. Words that spoke about a white witch who was corrupted like the vampires which is how she came to be a black witch but then there is a lot of folklore when it comes to the existence of the black witches."

Penny not understanding it asked, "Corrupted?"

"Mhmm," he responded back to her, "Pureblooded vampires and vampires can't be killed as easy as the humans. So most of them use vampires to turn against each other. Less labor and a lot of productivity that way," said Damien as if he were the one recruiting the people while trying to stringent with his money, "Corruption in vampires is like a disease that can spread by one person being infected. These potions have still not being tested and need to be sent to the laboratory of the council tomorrow. Now that the box is safe," he said coming to stand a few steps away from where she stood, "How shall I punish you for doing something you were not supposed to do?" he asked her, giving a glance towards the floor where even Penny looked down.

Penny knew this was coming. If he left this opportunity of not punishing her, this wouldn't be Damien Quinn at all, "I will remove the glass pieces that are on the floor and clean the room spotless," offered Penny, hoping he would agree to it.

Damien waved his hand with a bored look, "I can ask Falcon to get a maid to clean it. For someone who tried to damage something that belongs to the council, offering to clean the room?," he rolled his eyes, "What else?"

"Please don't throw me out," said Penny hoping he wouldn't come to it. Damien stared at her for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

"Don't worry about it, little mouse. I have something much better than you swimming in the cold sea like a dead fish," saying this, Damien walked to the bedside. Bending down to pull out the drawers before he picked a little book which must have contained not more than twenty pages in there. Penny wondered what it was. Coming to walk around where she was, he said, "This is your punishment."

Penny wasn't good with words, or at least not well versed except for a few things but looking at the design and the way the title read, her eyes widened. No, she whispered in her mind. It was a playbook that was often given to the audience or the viewers who came to the theater.

"You are going to enact the side female character for me,"?Damien's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

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