Chapter 105 Ability- Part 2

The memories made her realize that it was the little details that she should have noticed earlier. But she had ignored it as it was her own blood relatives, "There were times when my nickles and penny went missing which were in my clothes."

"Thieves," Damien's eyes narrowed, "Would you like to make a visit?"

"To meet them?" she shook her head. She wasn't sure if she was ready for it but Damien had other plans.

"It will be fun, you will absolutely love it," he said to which she doubted. It might be fun for him to see her relatives find her at their doorstep, "You don't have to be upset about it, little mouse. Somethings turn bad while some turn for good. You and I both know well that what you have today is much feasible than what you had three weeks ago."

Penny questioned if it was really true, "Will you answer some of my questions?"

"We traded for only information, not for questions, darling. Maybe later when we are going to see your sweet and loving uncle and aunt. Fair?" he asked her. She was okay with that, she gave a nod, "Now coming to the vampires and pureblooded vampires. I am sure we have already gone through the core for a pureblooded vampire which is what lacks in an average vampire. Some rare pureblooded vampires, some in strength, some with respect to the lineage they were born in hold special abilities. Now what you need to remember is all special abilities come from only pureblooded vampires but not all pureblooded are gifted. It is a very rare gift. Some boast about it and some keep it a secret."

"What are these abilities?" asked Penny feeling more intrigued with every passing second as Damien spoke.

Damien hummed, his head falling slightly back, "Well, some can detect lies," he started with, "Some have the ability to see in darkness. To produce fire, ice by their whim, to kill people without touching. Yeah, that kind," he replied, "Some are truly odd and useless. Things that are of no help but I have to say some are very very interesting. What do you think about growing plants and trees?" for a pureblooded vampire to grow trees sounded odd, thought Penny and as she looked at Damien, he asked, "Wondering what gift I have? You surely don't think that the great Damien Quinn was not given something."

Of course, she didn't. For master Damien to be so happily speaking about it, she wondered which one of those he mentioned was part of his pureblooded vampire ability.

"Interested in knowing it? Stay here," he said, getting up to stand, he walked out of the door leaving Penny in the room. Penny stood up, wondering where Damien went. After a few minutes passed, he returned back with a dress which had a hanger in it. The dress was soft at the same time crisp. It's print made of little floral flower that was beige in colour. It was the kind of dress a woman would wear for tea party, "Get yourself dressed and use this bath."

Hmm? Damien Quinn was letting her use his bath? Often he would send her to the servants quarters but then he had never given her dress to wear. The last time she wore one, he had taken it back to give it to Lady Yuvaine. When she thought about it, it made her feel embarrassed.

Once Penny had dressed after the bath she had, she finally came out with her hair which was tied up. Damien had been going through something in his cupboard. Hearing her step back into the room, he turned his gaze to look at her. His eyes holding still at the sight of her. Penny's eyes stood stark to the dress as if she didn't need the unnecessary jewellery while her eyes itself was one. The long lashes blinked at him.

His bare feet padded across the floor of the room to go stand where Penny stood wearing the dress he had given her, "Turn around, you have tied it wrong around your waist," he instructed making her look down at her waist. Wasn't this how it was tied? "Hands away from the body," Penny turned around and raised both her arms to hold it close to her chest. Once he was done untying and tying the chiffon-like thick ribbon around her waist, he tied it to the side.

"Much better. You don't have to look embarrassed," he said noticing her cheeks. Penny came from a poor background and not knowing about it was understandable, "Your hair needs to be fixed. Sit in front of the dressing table."

Penny didn't know what Damien was up to but she followed his word, walking with a new dress on her body which felt as light as a feather. After wearing the potato sack for two weeks, the dress felt nice. She took a seat on the chair looking at herself in the mirror. Without a word, he lifted his hand which reached her hair and he pulled the little stick which she had used to let her hair free.

Damien's fingers weaved through her long tresses. His fingers lightly scraping her scalp, gentle enough to make one sleep and Penny felt the same. Nonetheless, she kept her eyes open looking at Damien's reflection through the mirror to see what he was up to. Taking the brush that was on the dressing table, he brushed her hair, sectioning it and brushing until he was done with all of her hair.

At one point his fingers touched the nape of her neck, the movement starting from the nape up to her head making her giddy with sleep. Was he trying to put her to sleep? Because she will!

"Umm, master Damien?" hearing him only made her eyes heavy, "Uh, I think I might fall asleep."

"I am almost done," he said dismissing her words. He twisted her hair, plated it at the back, moving it around where she finally felt no hair that rested on her back or on her shoulders. When his hands moved away she couldn't lie that she missed it. Her mother was the only one who did it when she was a little girl that felt years ago. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed the way Damien had tied half of her hair, twisting at both the sides to tie one after another. Surely, he would have used the pins which made her think if he had brought along the pins when he stepped back into the room with the dress that she wore now, "Just a bit," he pulled her hair from the sides so that it could rest on the sides of her hair.

Leaving her there to admire his handiwork, Damien picked the coat that was on the stand, "You can wear those flat shoes." Once she was done, heoffered his hand for Penny to take.

"Where are we going, Master Damien?" she questioned. He had not only made her wear a good dress but also had himself made her hair while telling her to wear the boots they bought. Was she dreaming? Perhaps she was, thought Penny to herself. How could Damien be so nice?

"You will see in a minute," he gave her that crooked smile which made her feel queasy about. Penny placed her hand on his, waiting for him to say or walk so that they could step out of the room. Did he want to say something? "Hold my hand tight."Huh?

The next second Penny didn't know what happened, but she felt the rushing sound of air in her ears to realize they weren't in the room anymore but in the village, she used to live three weeks ago. What just happened?!