Damien was happy knowing he had killed someone who was bad but this instead attracted the attention of the other witches and the councilmen who had come here, "Oops," Damien whispered when he found all the eyes on him.

In the end, young Damien had killed only one black witch while Alexander killed another one. The rest of them were handled by the council, taking two of the witches with them alive who were bound by tight ropes so that they couldn't move their hands and legs. Their broomsticks were burnt so that there was no chance to escape.

"What are you doing here, Alexander?" it was the head council, Reuben who entered the scene who had only joined them after dragging another black witch behind him.

"We were only passing by," Alexander said to have Damien nod in agreement.

"One in the morning?" Rueben raised his eyebrows at both the young boys who gave another sync of nods to him, "You shouldn't be stepping in here when there are witches. It isn't safe," he advised them. The other councilmen were handling the witches and ready to carry them while the head council was having a talk with the young pureblooded vampires, "Okay?"

While Alexander diligently nodded his head for a pretense of listening to the councilman who was an acquaintance of his parents, Damien was busy looking at one of the witches who was staring at him.

Rueben coughed to get his attention and the young boy snapped his head to give him an obedient look while putting a sweet and innocent appearance in front of the head council who narrowed his eyes at them.

"Is that clear?"

"What?" Damien asked, blinking at the man before he grinned widely.

"Troublemakers. Where do you live?" he asked Damien who didn't answer right away.

"He's living with me. He's my cousin. Damien Quinn."

"Quinn," the head council nodded his head, "Don't they live in Bonelake?"

"Yes, he's on vacation." The head councilman gave a suspicious look but nonetheless had them go back home by the carriage.

When they reached back the Delcrov's mansion, Damien zapped back into Quinn's mansion only to have his mother who was seated on the bed with a disapproving look and a mild horror on her face at the black blood which was on her young boy's clothes.

Damien looked at his mother as if he had set their mansion on fire or as if he had thrown her favorite jewelry in the sea which was never going to be found again.

"Where have you been, Dami?" he heard his mother question him. Standing up to look at him closer. The smell of the black witches blood on him and his head holding a wound that appeared to have been cleaned.

"I was out," came the young boy's reply as if his mother was unaware that he had been out of the mansion in the middle of the night. Both Damien and his mother stared at each other for a good few seconds. Taking the candles which she had brought back again, she took it along with her before asking him to change his clothes and have a quick bath.

Damien did as he was told. Washing himself to get rid of the smell of the witch's blood that he had on him. Going to the bed with his hair wet and his freshly changed clothes, he saw his mother pick up the cotton to bring it to his cheek and place it on his skin and the boy flinched.

"What were you doing outside?" she asked him, pressing the cotton on his cheek, "Always waiting to leave the mansion at the time of night. Seems like you find it hard to sleep. Did you meet the black witches?" the boy could feel the wet cool cotton on his cheek being pressed.

"Did you kill one?" He gave her a nod to her question.

"Yes, mother."

"Good," she replied softly before tucking him back in the bed. Thankfully his mother didn't ask where and who exactly he had gone to meet so it had been safe.

Damien smiled at the memory as he walked back to the room. Opening the door, he stepped in to find Penny who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Taking off his shoes, he stepped into the bed next to her where he could see her face. Her serene beauty shadowed by the shadows in the room, the crackling of the fireplace giving a soft lullaby in the room as she breathed in and out. A proof that she was still living and what had happened in the evening had only been a memory like a dream.

When Penny woke up the next time, it was nearing to noon and the sun was up and high, shining brightly with the clouds that had stopped to hover around. The meal was brought up to the room and in came Sylvia and Elliot to visit her after hearing about the mishap that took place yesterday.

"How are you doing now, Penelope?" asked Sylvia, looking at Penny as she checked her signs without touching her.

"I am doing much better, thank you," she took a bite from her food while having both of them as well as the butler as her company in the room. Damien had gone out to meet a councilman who was handling the case which had been given to them.

"Could I ask you a question, Martin," she asked the butler who had been standing in the side without speaking a word to them.

"Yes, milady," the butler was quick to respond.

"You have been working here for a long time right. Did Mr. and Mrs. Delcrov spend time at the Artemis' house?"

"They must have gone for the tea party when it was organized for everyone but I don't think they spent a close relationship with each other."

"But they knew they were witches..." it was hard to think that the same kind of people didn't go long.

"They did. The Artemis' family didn't mingle before. The children that they brought were always sent to other families," Penny gave the butler a questionable look, "They adopted children in need and gave them away when families who wanted children came by," at the butler's words Penny didn't have to know more than the children weren't being given to the families but to other black witches for their own need.

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