novelBye Bye Fingers- (3)
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Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the Penelope in front of him turned to look at the butler. His eyes looking seemingly dark. The butler quickly bowed his head. Eyes on the floor and then slowly looking at his master, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head.
The butler didn't need to be told twice. He ran out of the room leaving everyone behind. Halfway out of the door, the butler realized he didn't know where Mr. Reverale lived. Out of sight, his feet paused and he contemplated what to do. To go back and get the address to be killed? Making his way to the shed where another carriage was stationed, he said to the coachman,
"Take me to Mr. Reverale's mansion, " internally he hoped the man knew where the vampire lived. Seeing the coachman step on to the front of the seat, the coachman let out a relieved sigh and stepped on to sit next to the coachman.
The butler came back after twenty minutes, his heart beating loudly in his chest. Stepping away from Mr. Reverale who was walking behind him.
Penelope stood near the wall with her back against it when she noticed the man enter into her vision and make his way towards Damien.
"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet, his eyes falling on Penelope who was a few steps behind Damien. With the amount of cheerfulness the man spoke to Damien, Damien himself stood with a blank expression. His eyes turned to catch a knife that was stuck to the apple on the table.
Without sparing a second, he picked it when Mr. Reverale came to exchange a handshake with him. Grasping the hand, he slammed it against the table. In one swift movement as if he were going to chop the onions, Damien chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him scream and curse in pain,
"AHH! WHAT THE f. u. c. k IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Blood spurted out on the table and around it as the man continued to scream. The onlookers stared at the ongoing scene quietly without uttering a word.
Damien pulled out the kerchief which was on Mr. Reverale's chest pocket, using it to clean the b. l. o. o. d. y knife. As he started to clean the knife, he said,
"I don't think you understood last time to not step out of the line. You should know better than anyone that no one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her, " Damien sighed, throwing the b. l. o. o. d. y kerchief on the floor.
Mr. Reverale fell on his knees, clutching the wrist of his hand that Damien had chopped without little to no remorse. Not bothering to look at the man who was on the ground, growling at him in pain.
"Uggh!!"
Penelope saw the blood splutter out. Falling drop after drop without stopping. Her eyes looked calm and composed because she didn't mind Mr. Reverale's fingers being chopped away from his body. The man was disgusting and he deserved it. Not once but twice the warning had been sent out to drop and forget about it. Yet, he?had not listened to a word she had spoken. His gaze had been clear since the very first time he had laid his eyes on Penny. The eyes that l. u. s. ted after her and had intentions to bed her.
"I d-didn't do anything for you to cut my fingers!" Mr. Reverale spoke with great difficulty.
Damien looked down at the man, crouching down he asked, "You didn't?"
"No!" Mr. Reverale spoke through his gritted teeth. Holding his hand close to his chest, his good hand reached for the kerchief that was thrown on the ground to stop the blood from being lost. On the ground was not only the kerchief and blood but also his scattered fingers.
"My bad, " Damien looked at his hand, receiving a baffled look from Reverale. Just as Reverale went back to pick the kerchief from the ground, Damien stood up and stepped right on it, the crus. h. i. +ng sound of the bone falling on everyone's ears, "You should be careful with your lies, Reverale. Did you forget it is me who you are speaking to?" the other man leaned forward with the pain of his bones being broken.
Penny looked at Damien and then the man.
Mr. Reverale appeared to be in pure agony, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. One hand with four missing fingers and another hand where Damien had stepped on it. Her eyes moved up to look at Damien, his eyes had turned completely black. It was possible that people would mistake it to be that his eyes had turned darker because of anger and the gloomy weather which had less light to shed through the windows. How strong was Damien that all he had to do was press his shoe on the man's hand which had broken the bones in his hands?
"You, " Damien said looking at the butler who looked deader than a dead body. Hearing Damien's words he quickly stood in attention, "Have him sent back to his mansion."
When the man stood up, taking a couple of steps towards the entrance of the mansion, he stopped. Clutching both his hands close to him, he turned, ?"What you did is not right, Damien. I will get back at you for this, " Damien smiled hearing this.
"Go ahead. This time it was just your hands, next I will have your legs broken were you will need to crawl. If that is what you seek, " his eyes were still black which none of them had picked upon. Reverale then sent a threatening glare to Penny who had been standing there quietly, "Leave, " with that the butler saw the man out making sure he got into the carriage with his b. l. o. o. d. y hands.
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