Michael apologized over and over again to Damianus when he got back to The Abode. That was the name the vampires of New Order gave their underground city. Damianus dismissed his apologies and told him that he couldn’t have known that would be the outcome anyway. Then he asked about the history of the men he met at the hotel. He of course knew that the Unclan was one of them. His deductive powers were unlike any other and being an Originer, he could detect one of his kind from miles away. He was interested though in the economic power that the man wielded. From the little he had seen of the human world, he knew that their rich were snobbish and the boy’s father wouldn’t have demanded that his boy apologized if the Unclan was not a man of affluence. “He is the CAC chairman” Michael explained. Then he explained what CAC was about. They were sitting out on the porch of Michael’s house after Mathew had excused himself. The bungalow was modest for a man of Michael’s worth and when Dam
Damianus accepted Michael’s suggestion that his rare white hair should probably be dyed to avoid any targeting from others and his mode of dressing would need to change as well. Not to something so extravagant of course since he would be applying for the position of a gardener.They have already responded to the gardener advert as Sky helped Damianus with the use of the gadget called a cellphone. They received an instant reply that asked Damianus to come in the following morning to report to the Macmillan's butler for screening.Sky offered to go shopping with Damianus because he knew where all the good stuff was and Michael offered him his card when they were leaving the following day. “Only as a loan” Damianus insisted.“I will repay you one day. After all, I am a working-class man now” Damianus said with a smile and Michael agreed. He had no intention of collecting the money back but he understood that the leader felt the need to pay his way and he respected that.The first place
The man’s eyes widened a bit when he finally took a good look at Damianus for the first time. He had never seen such a beautiful man before. His hair might look weird and his clothing…did he get that from a trash can? But his eyes. He felt his cock twitch when he got a good look at his rare blue eyes. A lascivious smile curved his lips and his grey eyes lightened a bit in his soft, pampered face. His hands went automatically to smooth back his dishwater blond hair as he could already picture the young man on his knees in front of him… then he remembered that he just dared to butt into his business. The bastard might be passably attractive but he was not allowed to talk when he was talking. Especially in that cheap, old clothing that was poorer than what his mother gave out in her ridiculous charity drive. How dare the pauper even breathe when he was breathing?“Who the hell are you?” he asked in anger when he saw that Damianus was not looking away in fear like many do.Damianus, who
Damianus held Smith by the shoulder, linked his mind with his and flicked the switch. The whole thing was less than five seconds. The next thing everyone saw was Smith falling to the floor and his muscles started twitching. He was spasming so violently that one would think that his neck would snap off any moment. “Young master” the bodyguards rushed to him “Quick, carry him!” They quickly rushed him out. Snap, snap. The paparazzi who were always on the trail of smith for one juicy news or the other about the unconventional Macmillan picked the full shot of his twitching despite how hard his bodyguards tried to hide him. “What just happened?” one of the manicurists said to another staff. “I think he just did something to him,” the guy said not even sure of what he was talking about. “Him?” another guy asked “He couldn’t even lift a finger when they were beating him earlier. I think the young master is epileptic,” he said in a hushed whisper. “What?! But there was no foam in his
Dressed in the first of the new clothes he got the day before, Damien looked up the trellised road carved from the edge of the Macmillian’s property to their home, the mansion stood majestically on a high rise as if lording it over those around it.Many believed that the only advantage that The Macmillns could say they have when compared to the Benthalls was their ancestral home that had been built when the first Macmillan rumoured to be a postman had gotten the land then from the will of his deceased wife of few months. The wife was a child of a wealthy merchant who willed the land and other properties to his only child before his death. The girl was sickly as well by the time she married the postman she had not even been able to leave their house for any activity.She died a few months later, leaving all her wealth to her husband, the husband took another wife and invested in cotton and cocoa. The cocoa business was dropped somewhere down the line of his descendants but they built
A red small car whizzed by him, spewing a stone that hit him smack beneath his jaw.“Argh!” he shouted more in shock than pain but the driver did not wait nor acknowledge his hurt. Who was that? He thought as he resumed his walk, rubbing at his jaw. He absentmindedly hoped that it was not that girl with the red hair. He did not want to have to deal with her first today.The person he called had asked him to come for the position by midday and he checked the screen of the phone with him to see that it was still 11:49 am. Yes, he knew he was early.One of the domestic workers who he met at the lawn directed him to an outbuilding where the interview will be done for the interested candidates.Damien had not thought of the fact that he might not be the only person looking for the lucrative job of being the Macmillan’s gardener. He was amazed when he got to the outbuilding and he could see that people were lined up outside the building. The line was so long that he couldn’t see the perso
Deep in the outhouse, the head butler in charge of recruiting the new workers looked up sharply from where he was seated at the head of the table.He was annoyed beyond measure by now and he was already contemplating telling the others outside to leave.What were they all thinking? He thought to himself in anger. He knew that most people were just there so they could brag to their poor friends that they had been on the lands of the Macmillans while others just wanted the glory that comes with being associated with the Macmillans in any way.He was sure that some of them wouldn’t hesitate to live in the dog kernels if asked, also they could be referred to their peers who never had such opportunities.To think most of them had no idea of what the job they were applying for was about was ridiculous.One of them had called pruning shears giant scissors the other time.Idiots. He should tell them all to go home.He couldn’t say exactly what made him look up then. It was not as if new hopef
Damien smiled at the low ceiling above his bed. He was not seeing the patterned ceiling with some kind of design he couldn’t understand. He was smiling at what he could see in his mind’s eyes. For the first time in a long while, he felt elation. The type that he had not felt since he came to live among the humans. The sort he couldn’t remember ever feeling in the World of Origins. He couldn’t remember if he had felt like that before he was put to his deep slumber to await his Time of Awakening. He had no idea if he had felt so happy about helping anybody before. He couldn’t remember much about what happened before his slumber anyway. Only a sense of who he was and the basic knowledge of the Originers. That was before he was sent to his master, Kostos a strange world that he later learnt was called earth. He briefly thought of his master and wondered what his master would have thought of what he had done that day. He should be happy. He thought. “Yes, he should be,” he affirmed t