“Wha…what are you going to do to him?”Damien turned back to look at Isabella when he heard her ask him that question in a tremulous voice. He looked back at the limp, bleeding figure in his hands and looked back at her. “Was that fear I detect in her eyes?” Damien thought in incredulity. Then he realised what he was annoyed about. It wasn’t because he thought the fear in her eyes was because of what had happened to Ashton but of what she thought he would do to him.“What do you think?” he asked in a sarcastic tone. The fact that her eyes widened in something akin to horror annoyed him even more and he felt like he should drop the idiot in his hand and walk out of the restroom undetected.“This is what I get for not minding my business,” he thought acerbically.“I don’t…don’t hurt him…more. I think he is dead. Do you think he is dead? Is he dead?” she suddenly asked anxiously.Damien would have enjoyed this part of the always self-assured princess but he couldn’t. All he felt was ange

“And where have you been?” Damien was not surprised when she barged into his chamber with that question. Flung her backpack aside as she glared at him like she would like to have his head on a pike. He knew she was coming up. He knew even before she got down from her car he was amazed by how attuned he was to her even now. Just as he knew that she was anxious that he had left and afraid of what else he had up his sleeve yet her stance betrayed nothing of her inner turmoil. Her head was held proudly like the royalty that she was as she raised her eyebrows at him in question like the royalty that she was.“You mean before now?” he asked with a shrug. “I was at the school helping you with…” he trailed off when her glare sharpened “Oh that,” he said with an innocent look as if he just remembered what she was asking. He almost laughed out loud at the way her eyes only narrowed more. “I had to go away,” he said, some of his gaiety absent.“You had to… and you couldn’t say anything?” she

“I am working here. I would have you know that whatever I am doing here is none of your business! Stay away from me before you make me lose my job!” she snapped at him. Looking around the hallway to be certain that nobody had seen them together.“None of my business? I think I should tell you that I have grown quite allergic to that statement lately. If I am here, then I am sure that it is my business, don’t you think?” he said with a tilt of his head, the amused expression still on his face.“I don’t have to tell you…” she paused her statement as she gave him an assessing look. “You have changed,” she said.“Another statement that I am sure that I will be immune to soon as well. Mind to tell me just how much I have changed?” he asked in a conversational tone though his expression was suddenly laced with steel. Morgan nee Mary swallowed audibly before she said “Confidence. You are more confident than you were. And…and…there is something else different about you too. I can’t put my fi

Damien felt he shouldn’t be so surprised by the fact that everyone was talking about how different he was. He felt different. Everything looks different to him as well. Not physically different as well but a new kind of different. It was as if he had been viewing things through a dirty film before and it was just wiped clean now. Th smells were more alluring o him. The human’s unforgettable scents. That scent that brought to mind the satisfaction of a thirst so unlike another.As Damien drank his soda and listen to the sounds and movements of the palace workers, he knew all he had to do was reach out and take all he wanted. Not that he had to be afraid that they would tell anyway. He could do it and convince them that it was nothing unusual. He could feed off them from spots that no one else would be aware of. He could do a whole lot of things and get away with them too. He could do all those yet something was holding him back. Could it be the feeling that the princess would know some

When Ashton limped out from the restroom area much later, accompanied by the two PT members, his bodyguards rushed towards him in regret. His classmates looked at him in appall."What could have happened to the untouchable Ashton?" was the thoughts in their mind.And when they asked the inevitable questions of what happened to him, the three of them had no idea of what to say. Confusion was written over their faces as they looked at each other before Zack snapped at the girls to move away.A teacher saw him and rushed towards him with a whitened face "What happened to you, young master? Who did this to you?"Ashton's limp was pronounced and his always impeccable look was messed up. He looked like something that was tossed into a churning machine and spat out midway. His hair was messy. His shirt untucked. His tie askew and one of his eyes were bloodshot but then no visible injury or blood stain could be seen on him. It was as if he was methodically and carefully beaten up without any e