Young Master Damien's Pet

Sylvia quickly moved to the window, her hand pressing on the side of the carriage as she tried to look at what had caused the slight movement right now. The atmosphere outside was dark and quiet, only the trees being seen as they moved one after another into the darkness of the night.

She then turned behind to look through the little gla.s.s that was behind the seating to find a group of four men who were chasing the carriage.

Isaiah appeared to look startled as he himself turned to look at the men who were running towards the carriage, their feet faster than the most he had known. He asked, "Why are we being chased?"

He saw the woman pull out a gun from nowhere, "Let's find out."

Sylvia moved in to look at the front to see that the coachman was still sitting and riding who had already been attacked, "Lady Sylvia, we have deranged vampires chasing us!"

"Slow down the carriage," said the vampiress for the human coachman to blink his eyes.

"What?" historical

"I said slow down!" the coachman was sure that the lady wanted to get him killed today. While both Sylvia and the coachman at the front were shouting at each other, Isaiah didn't bother to look panicked but instead sat there with a calm composure on his face.

"Are you not going to help?" Sylvia asked him. The black witch turned to look at the vampiress,

"Do you think I know to fight?" the carriage had slowed down considerably and the vampires who had their heart cores corrupted started to near them. Sylvia reached over to his side, opening the carriage door to have him ask, "What are you doing?"

"When the time comes everyone learns to fight. Now is your time," and by then the carriage had come to a complete halt.

Isaiah peeked out of the carriage when Sylvia stepped out of the carriage, her gun shooting one after another and the vampires with black eyes and bigger thick fangs came to attack her. The woman was quick and agile, moving around as she blocked the creatures and kicked their face with a spin on quick and he raised his brows. Slightly impressed by her fighting skills.

To get a better view, he finally stepped down.

Sylvia tried to evade and get a good shot at the deranged vampire's but every time she lifted her hand one of them would swat her hand away close enough that she had to move back every now and then. Fighting all the four deranged vampires who were stronger in nature was hard to keep up with.

When one of them crept upon her, the deranged vampire reached for her and at the same time, a wooden branch was thrown right on the person's face to get the lost vampire's attention.

Isaiah didn't move closer but he didn't go away either. When the deranged vampire jumped to attack him, all he did was raise both his hands and in time he tore the vampires face apart. With one gone and only three more, it wasn't that hard to tear out the vampire's heart before all of them laid dead on the ground.

"Let's get back before we have more of them coming after us," suggested Sylvia to the coachman, cleaning her hand with the kerchief she had which was not enough as there were still bloodstains on her hand.

Sitting back in the carriage, the coachman hurriedly shut the door close before jumping back on his seat and starting the carriage, his eyes darting back and forth to make sure they weren't going to have another encounter with the deranged vampires.

A handkerchief was brought in front of Sylvia and she saw it was no other than the black witch who had offered her his kerchief, "That's a lot of blood, take this," he said. She didn't refuse but took it in her hand. She didn't want to spend the rest of the time back to the mansion with a dried up b.l.o.o.d.y hand.

"Thanks," she used the kerchief to remove the blood on her fingers and hand, making sure to get all the nails. For someone who said he couldn't fight, the black witch had no issue in tearing the deranged vampire.

"You fight elegantly, Lady Sylvia," Isaiah complimented her, it made her smile.

"I don't think anyone ever fights elegantly. I will return you a new kerchief."

Isaiah stayed quiet. Letting the silence drop back around them, "We didn't find anything in the villages, are you sure we will be able to get any kind of information by doing this?"

"Not everything is easy to meet the target, we will need to find enough proof while also see what other matters the Artemis had been involved with until now. Catching hold of them would alert the other witches or humans or any other person who is involved with them. It is not just about catching the bigger fish but also the other fishes which might cause a threat in the future."

"What about these that attacked?"

"Deranged vampires are quite popular in Valeria. We are trying to get it under control but there are some of the humans who have got the venom of fangs which has been circulating itself in here."

Isaiah frowned to say, remembring, "I think I heard something about it Bonelake."

"Yes, that's where the black market is situated. People buy it from there and then bring it here during the time of fair," Sylvia caught the man looking out the window as if one of the deranged vampires would pop in right now, "Not that frequent," she stated to have the man lean back to his seat. This black witch was once a former white witch and instead of hiding himself, he had come looking for the girl, Penelope who was already someone else's love interest.

He then surprised her by asking, "Who do you think started all this? The spark of fire that has spread so widely over the years."

"Everyone."

"You think all the species are responsible for what is going on in the world?" the black witch asked, dull eyes looking at her and he saw the woman nod her head.