It must have been one of the reasons why Maggie had not attempted to keep any of her mother's belongings which were saved by Damien who refused to let even her in initially in the attic. She didn't attempt to explain to her younger brother but there had been a gap been caused which was hard to fill up right now.Maybe if her mother was still alive she would have been either proud of what she had done or she would still be trying to make her happy.
Maggie knew it was wrong but somewhere she was glad that her mother had passed away. She was undoubtedly a loving mother, and Maggie loved her mother dearly though she didn't receive the same affection and admiration at Damien. But she was glad for how things had turned out. Else her mother would never approve of this growing relationship between her brother and this slave girl.
It made her question if Damien would still like this girl as one word from their mother would have been enough for him to turn away or finish her off. She looked at the girl now.
The very same reason when her step-mother spoke about disappointing her mother, she couldn't move herself to protect the girl who was holding the glass of blood. Unfortunately, the bond with the family ran so deep that it was hard to break away from it. Some did while some were tied to it as a responsibility to follow.
Penny, on the other hand, felt her heart skip a beat as she raised the tumbler of glass near her mouth. Her hands had turned utterly cold, raising goosebumps on her skin where her hands were covered. The heart skipped a beat because of the way the color in the blood started to change. The red thick liquid which had been poured by Lady Fleurance had started to swirl softly before the liquid turned itself to crystal colored water.
Not pausing her hand, she shakily brought the glass to her lips and sipped it.
"....." she continued to drink until it was completely empty.
Water. That is what she had drank...
What in heavens name just happened?! Penny could hardly understand as her pulse started to beat loudly.
The vampires in turn who looked at her mistook the beating pulse of hers as if she was going to vomit on the kitchen floor at any moment. To make it believable Penny acted as if she was about to throw up at any moment now.
"Don't even think about it," warned Lady Fleurance. The last thing they needed was the smell of the slave girl's vomit in their food.
Grace, on the other hand, was enjoying the scene immensely at Penny's plight, "Have you filled your stomach enough? Or would you like to have another go at your food?" hinted the young vampiress for Penny to shake her head dumbfounded with what just took place.
Grace and her mother were the first ones to leave the kitchen. Maggie stared at Penny for a while who looked utterly dazed before leaving the kitchen herself and going to her room.
She stood there for a few more minutes before her heart went back to its usual beat. Looking back at the glass closely, she brought it to her nose to smell it. It was scentless.
Okay...said Penny to herself. It was time to calmly take a step back and think about what just happened.
Lady Fleurance accused her of food. Okay, maybe not that far but a little forward. The older vampiress took the glass, added the blood and handed it to her.
There was definitely blood in there unless the Quinn's were playing a joke on her which was highly impossible in the current scenario. And when she raised it, the blood turned to water.
Just like that.
...
She couldn't figure it out! She knew she had turned the poison which was meant for the vampires to have turned to water but who knew she could turn blood into the water too. And it happened without her trying anything.
A wide smile came to form on her lips. Well, what do you say about the luck I have, asked Penny to herself.
Looking back at the food, she frowned. It looked like touching another bowl of food was not a good idea and she should wait until Damien arrived back or until the morning where the servants would be served.
Walking back to her room with a less empty stomach because of the water, she stepped inside and sat on the bed. Waiting while looking at the door looking hopeful on when Damien would arrive. With a sigh, and forgetting about her back she bent down to hiss in pain before standing straight up.
After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door where she went to get it. Opening the door, she saw there was no one there. Leaning forward, she looked to her left and right to see no one there. Just to make sure, she looked up at the empty ceiling.
About to close the door, she noticed a plate of food that was right outside on the ground. Biting her lip, she again looked left and right, picking it up, she took the food inside and closed the door happy and blessing the person who had brought the food at the front of the door. Though she did wonder about who it could be that had left the food for her thoughtfully.
Maggie who stood at the stairs saw the girl pick up the food and get back inside Damien's room.
There wasn't much she could do to stop and hinder in the ways her family ran but with Damien who had broken tons of rules in this house after their father married Fleurance, her doings were much simpler. And she knew Damien would want this one well-fed. Until he would return she would have to keep an eye as the good sister she was.