The woman behind the table of the store stared at the vampire who had given her the small bottle of spray to be used on her. One of her hands was fisted together and her jaw was set firmly, almost grinding against each other at the way how everything had backfired.
She had planned to frame these two girls who had claimed that she was selling the wrong stones and after they were framed, she would have sold the charm stones in double the price by telling how to know when a witch was nearby and their life was in a threat. Yet here she was holding the spray as everyone waited for her to put it over her.
Seeing the lack of motivation as well as enthusiasm, Damien yawned loudly, "Are you going to do it or do you want me to force you to do it? Which one is it going to be?" he asked the woman without turning to look at her.
"I did nothing to have to listen to you!" the woman spoke back to the pureblooded vampire where she was internally shaking out of nervousness that only volumed up when Damien banged his hand on the table. He pushed himself and turned to look at the human.
"Do you think your reason is acceptable?" he tilted his head, his words not a question which she was to answer, "Trying to call them to be witches when you know how severe it is when it comes to the matter of witches. What if someone did call the guards and what if they had burned them up thinking they were witches, would you consider yourself to be accountable for it and what is the use to hold you accountable when they are gone?"
The woman glared at the man, "They came here telling me how I was selling fake stones. This is my business and I know what is real or not-"
"Shut up you imbecile mongrel," Damien was not in the mood to hear the woman whining about her trade, "You dare to go and cause trouble to people. I shall have you behind the bars. Guardsmen," one word from Damien and the guardsmen approached the woman.
The woman shook her head immediately, "What did I do? You must be joking to think that for such a silly matter you are putting me behind the bars of a cell!"
"Silly?" Damien asked with a blank expression and then a slow smile appeared on his face, "What if these aren't the witches but it is you who has associated herself with the witches? Because from what I know, the stones are created by the witches and not in the mountains. Didn't this lady ask you to demonstrate the spell and charm of it?"
This time it was Penelope who turned to Damien, her green eyes shifting from the woman to the pureblood. Was he listening to them all this time and had been quietly spectating the show without involving himself until the very end like a hero coming to a rescue?
"You must be the one working with the witches if you know about it," the woman pointed her finger towards Damien. Penny could only hope that the woman could still keep her finger at the end of the day especially when she knew how Damien loved fingers. Or to be specific to break them.
Damien offered the woman a charming smile.
"Do you think the guardsmen are listening to me because I have money? Maybe it's because I have much more knowledge than you. You have two options here. One. You spray yourself with the bottle that you have in your hand. Or two, you can spend a week with the rats and the crawling c.o.c.kroaches in the cell. So which one is it going to be?"
"I will not-"
"Guardsmen," Damien called the two men who started to walk towards the woman.
"Why don't you ask the people in here for justice!"
Damien nodded his head as if she were right. He then looked at the people to say, "Who would like to accompany this woman to the cells right now?" and not a single soul came to reply to his question,"If you believe what this woman did was right by accusing two innocent women that they were witches while ready to kill them for the sake of her wanting to earn money, please step forward."
No one wanted to take part in the cell. People had heard about cell rooms in the council as well as in the villages and towns on how the place was covered with filth.
Damien raised his hand, waving his wrist to take the woman away when she quickly said, "No, I will spray!"
He turned around, folding his hands across his chest and waiting for her to finish spraying the liquid. Even Damien knew she would never come to agree to spend the days in the cells and would rather prefer to finish this here.
She took the bottle in her hand, her eyes still continuing to dart. And she finally pushed the head of the bottle in front of her face to have the black ink sprayed over half of her face.
"Four more," Damien ordered as he continued to stare at the woman. The woman in shame, sprayed herself over and over again until half of her face was smudged with ink. Some of the ink dripped down her neck and came to fall on her clothes.
Damien then looked at the crowd to say, "I am sure everyone will keep in mind to not run their mouth as they wish. Just because you have a mouth doesn't mean you talk shit. Disperse now, peasants," the people quickly started to scatter away from there and the crowd died down around them.
"When did you arrive here?" Penny questioned Damien when he came to stand in front of her.
"Few minutes before you started talking to the woman. I came here with Kreme when I spotted you both," and he was standing and watching her speak? "I didn't think you would need me as I know you know to hold your ground without me needing to rescue you," saying this he leaned over the kiss the side of her temple.