"Will it be safe?" Penny looked at Damien who was wearing the coat, sliding his hand into it before straightening it on the front. 

After the last time they had tried apparating from one place to another, Penny couldn't help herself but worry for Damien. Seeing him out of control and wild had been difficult for her and she didn't know if she would be able to find an animal for him to drink from. The only source were the villagers and she wasn't ready for Damien to go on a hunting spree due to his corruption.

They already had enough on their plate for the week adding more would only complicate things right now. 

Damien walked forward, coming to stand in front of her and kiss her, "It will be fine. What happened last time won't repeat again," He picked the two gla.s.ses of blood which he had asked Martin, the butler to bring up the gla.s.s of blood for him. Emptying the gla.s.ses in less than a minute, he pulled out something from his pocket. 

"Blood pills," Penny commented, looking at the red capsules and then to look back up at Damien, "You sure it will work?" She was still worried. 

"Hmm. I have tested them for a day. More than you, I am worried about you. I don't want to lose you, Penny," Damien picked both of her hands that she had been holding together, "Alexander tested and remade them for me."

"He's a good family member," Penny said to see Damien smile. 

"That he is. I have troubled him quite a lot when we were young. Why do you look sad though?" he asked her, taking their time as they didn't have to use the carriage. 

Penny didn't answer his question for a few questions. Still trying to arrange her words and formulating the reply as her mind felt blank and hollow right now, "I sometimes envy you."

"That everyone does, mouse. What can I say, I am an extraordinary man with good looks and personality. I am the envy of the sun and moon," he made her laugh before he asked, "Is there something that has been bothering you?" he asked her, both his thumbs rubbing against the back of her hands as he waited for her to come out and spill out her worries to him.

She smiled, her eyes gentle on him, "When I was young, I wondered how it would have been to have a father next to me. To have a complete family with my mother. It was something that I craved for when I was young but now that I look back at it, I realize I never had even part of it."

"Are you scared that your aunt might turn out bad or die?" 

Damien didn't bother to mince his words. There were only some rare occasions when he did that came out lesser than a full moon in the sky. 

With her father gone, she depended on her mother and then her mother went and she believed and accepted that her aunt and uncle were her families. And then the very people who she accepted as the family had turned her in to the slave establishment for the sake of money. 

"Hey," Damien whispered to get her attention as she started to overthink about it. He could tell her dilemma and pain, "Let's hope nothing bad comes out and your aunt will be safe and fine. I know it isn't something to tell but in the end, if nothing works out you have me. I will be here to have your back, your soul and continue to hold your heart as I protect it," he promised her. 

She nodded her head. She knew that. She knew Damien was the only person she could right now fully trust without a hitch in her mind and she was doing it. 

She was glad to hear that she had a blood relative, an aunt who came from her father's side who was deceased. She had found out about it a few hours ago and the fact was finally sinking in. The more she thought about it, the more she found joy and at the same time, she felt heavy on her shoulders. 

Caitlin was the woman who had helped her out of the slave establishment while continuing to stay in there. For someone who had helped her, she believed nothing bad would come to befall on her from her side. The word family had been sabotaged thanks to some people who were related to her. On the same side when she looked at Damien she noticed how even if people didn't get along, they didn't go as far as to hurt or kill the other. 

"Penelope," Damien placed his hand below her chin, raising her head as he pushed his hand up so that she would look at him, "Now that you are my family, my family is yours. Everything that belongs to me is yours to keep. You are not alone anymore, you don't have to be," he said knowing she needed to hear those words so that her mind wouldn't weigh further into it. 

Penny had been going in circles and she realized she had to stop doing it. To be stagnant wasn't right, and she would have to leave all those ill feelings she often felt rising up in her mind and throat. 

"I am sorry," she sighed. Damien raised his brows wondering what it was about, "I will try not to think about it. And as you said, what is yours is mine but Damien. What is mine doesn't have to be yours," she reminded him, it made him chuckle. 

"Oh, trust me, mouse. I don't want your family. Just you will do," leaning forward, he kissed her below her ear. He moved slightly back, pulling away to look into her green eyes and then Penny placed both her hands on his cheek, kissing him on his lips. 

"Thank you," and she meant it from her heart. 

"Do you think we can cheat for some more time," he asked, running his hand through the front of his hair making Penny look at him, "Come here," he said, pulling her by her waist, he kissed her lips again, prying them open so that his tongue could reach out to hers. 

To Damien, it didn't matter if the world was ending. Even in the middle of chaos, he would pull Penny to his side to kiss her until he was satisfied. Their lips moved against each other, hands moving to caress each other. It wasn't just Damien though. The pureblooded vampire had enchanted the witch enough to turn her wanton to his touches. He held her closer to him, in his arms as they continued to kiss. 

Penny has her eyes closed, their forehead touching each other as she breathed in and out through her lips.

"Ready?"

Damien asked, feeling her nod, they quickly zapped into a village which was quiet and dark with the lights that had been evidently blown out due to the hour of the night.