The innkeeper must have added something such that the food had only affected Damien and not her as if she was needed for the ritual while they didn't care about him. Far away she could see a burning light that let out a cloud of dark grey smoke. Up in the sky, the clouds had finally moved and the moon stood proud which was gold in color. 

Not waiting to see how the ritual would progress and end, Penny sat down next to Damien, checking out his vitality to make sure he was still there with her. But with the few more minutes that she had let slip out of her fingers was costing her gravely. Damien's heartbeat was further slowing down. Like the heart's core which had been burning red and bright now started to diminish and had started to lose color and life from it, which it eventually would. 

A pureblooded vampire's body was different compared to a human's body but it wasn't too different, after all, they did share something which was the heart and warmth in the body, unlike the average vampires. 

Placing her hand, she started to whisper under her breath words of incantation. Concentrating and hoping that whatever the witches had added in the food, the poison would be removed from his body. If she truly had the ability to purify then she believed it was possible to remove the poison from his body but how much would it work? She had wanted to remove the corruption from his body and that had gone down unsuccessfully.

Then how different would it be? She shook her head to rid any questions as she had no time for it. 

She unb.u.t.toned the first few b.u.t.tons of his s.h.i.+rt, placing both her hand so that there could be a direct contact from her skin to his skin without any intervention that could stop the purification process or reject it. 

The black witches who were outside had already started the ritual, blood of the black witches being poured in different sides of the inn so that there was equal distribution. One of the black witches asked the innkeeper who was a white witch but who was involved with the black witches,

"Is the pureblooded vampire in there?" 

"Aye, I sedated the man. It is difficult to kill a pureblooded vampire but this should be fine. He won't ever wake up and will continue to sleep forever. The girl will burn down fine."

"I thought we had a white witch," another black witch commented as the ritual had begun. 

"We did but the b.i.t.c.h ran away and I refused to step in and give myself as a sacrifice. You think I am f.u.c.king crazy?" asked the innkeeper with a glare, "You wanted my help and I gave you a white witch. If I find you setting me up I will burn your body to dust."

"What about the towns?"

Penelope's mother who stood there quietly watching the inn burning which emitted enough light to stretch towards the dark forest hadn't bothered to get into their conversation before and finally answered,

"They are going to start the ma.s.sacre soon. After the moon comes to the fire and after the fire comes death and then comes the glory of the black witches where we shall reign the lands again," she was glad to have left her daughter alive two days ago. She knew she would need her. Her daughter had always come in use to her and this was the final time she would use her as they needed a white witch. 

She knew for a very long time that deep down her daughter would turn to be a white witch, would take up to be like her father as that was how it always turned out to be and she was right. With the lack of white witches in Wovile, and the one in the town who had disappeared out of the blue, she had her daughter be placed as the sacrifice to drive the ritual. 

"Start the spells, we have to go back to the towns to complete the ma.s.sacre after this," Penelope's mother ordered where the other witches started to use spells and tap into the forbidden magic. 

Back in the room, Penny struggled to bring Damien back to his conscious state. Her hands were on his chest, trying to cleanse any impurities that had made its way into his blood, waiting for him to wake up but he never woke up. She didn't lose hope and continued to place her hand on his chest, praying and trying to cleanse or purify him. 

But Penny still hoped he would wake up and that there was still a way to get out of this. Standing up, she searched around the burning room which wasn't much. The bag that was filled with blood had caught fire and the only things remaining were Damien, her and the books which he had placed close to her and Damien. Her eyes fell on the jug, taking in her hand, she threw it on the ground that left it in broken pieces.

Picking out one of the shard's she went back to Damien. 

This was the last thing that came to her mind and she had no more ideas. She brought the palm of her hand closer to the gla.s.s piece and ran it across her skin without a second thought. Bringing her bloodied hand towards Damien's face, she pried his lips open to let the blood fall into his lips. The blood dripped down her hand and into his mouth before tilting his neck back so that it would seep in further.

Time pa.s.sed, and the blood that had been dripping had reduced and Penny had to squeeze her hand tight, flinching due to the pain so that more blood could squeeze out of her hand but even after that Damien didn't wake up.