Right now, Damien Quinn was a pureblooded vampire with the corruption that had affected and wrapped his entire heart.

It was obvious by looking at his eyes right now that the corruption was the one that was gearing forward his mind and the sanity had slightly slipped away thanks to the sedation which the white witch had given them. Though Damien didn't know what it was, he a.s.sumed that the innkeeper had something to do with it. He could feel the taste of blood on his lips and tongue which felt potent right now and he wanted more. 

He knew that having a drink from Penelope was risky and maybe that is where his sanity laid but he wanted more. If he were to take a sip from her, there were chances that he wouldn't be letting her go until she turned to one of the corpses like the ones which he had placed in the confession box and cupboard of the church.

He was thirsty but that wasn't all that he felt. He was thirsty for more than blood and he wanted to rip bodies out which were near the inn. Reaching the edge of the forest, he watched the witches who were merely standing a few meters away from the inn, using their spells to conduct the ritual under the light of the golden moon. 

Damien walked towards them, the snow which was on the ground and the fire that was running ablaze in the inn minimized the volume of his footsteps where he came to stand right outside the circle, some distance away from them. 

When the black witches caught sight of him, it was only the innkeeper and Penelope's mother who noticed to see who had joined them. They looked at him flabbergasted, not knowing how he had escaped. 

"Who the f.u.c.k is that?" asked the witcher, the black witch who had been enjoying the inn burn and waiting for the black magic to release so that the black witches could claim the lands which rightfully belonged to them. 

Penny's mother appeared furious, her eyes narrowed down, "I thought you said you sedated him. What is he doing here?" she turned her head to look at the white witch.

The white witch who was a middle-aged woman opened her mouth in shock, her lips moved but there was no voice, "I gave both of them the sedation in their meals. It would affect him and it should have."

"What is he doing here then, you dimwit?" Penny's mother gritted her teeth, "You had one job and you couldn't do it?"

The innkeeper gulped, her throat had gone dry, "But I did give and it must have worked! It was a strong dose which I added in the bowl."

"Shut up, you fool. Because of your little mistake we won't be able to complete the ritual," Penny's mother couldn't believe how they had entrusted the job to this foolish white witch who appeared unsure of what she had done, "Sky," she called the young female black witch who stood behind her. 

The young woman didn't have to hear it twice before she went after Damien to attack and kill him. She took out her two sharp knives that were coated in a poisonous venom. Damien who had been standing outside the ring whilst watching the inn go down in flames, his eyes reflected the fire and the scene that was taking place in front of him. 

Just when the black witch closed in to him, he turned his head, taking a step back and catching her by her neck. It wasn't hard to figure that she was a young black witch with only energy and who lacked tack. One hand held her neck and the other caught hold of her shoulder, tearing both of them apart and throwing the head of the black witch at the burning flame. The black witches were angered by this. To have a fellow sister being killed right in front of them was disagreeable. 

The white witch paled at the sight. She had expected things to go smoothly. For the potion to work and have the couple dead but who knew that the man would come out alive. Not to mention what he just did was horrifying. 

Next was the male black witch who went to attack Damien but he was unmatched due to Damien's sheer pureblooded strength where he dodged the witch easily by merely moving until he twisted the man's hands to have his weapons drop down on the snowy ground. Twisting the arms further, he broke his hands off his body but didn't let him go as the witch screamed in pain and the loss of his limbs. Biting his neck off and throwing the flesh on the ground the head detached itself from the body to fall on the ground. 

Penelope's mother was a smart woman to know it wasn't possible to win right now. The man wouldn't follow her as there were other places he had to be. She looked at the inn room where she had seen Penny two days ago before making her follow her into the forest. Every inch of the room was burning and blazing. One could hear the cracking of the woods as it was starting to crumble down. Far away from where they were, the town was getting burnt too as they had started the ma.s.sacre but with the lack of white witch, it would soon come down. 

She didn't mind her daughter being placed as a sacrifice, what better opportunity but to serve the darkness by serving her own daughter? She was sure that she would be rewarded. Not knowing what exactly was the relations.h.i.+p between this vampire and Penny, she wondered if he had left her to burn by herself or if he had carried her somewhere.

Her eyes narrowed. She hadn't seen him or her walking out of the circle. They wouldn't have been able to walk out once they were in the circle. That was the rule of the ritual. So how did he even step out then?

By the time Damien had reached the white witch, Penny's mother had disappeared and escaped from there.