Chapter 107
~We are holding the #2 position well~
Penny was in shock . Trying to process what just happened after noticing that they weren't in the room anymore of Quinn's mansion but in the village, she used to live with her relatives . How . . . What just happened? Unable to process and come up with the right explanation she looked at Damien, her green eyes brighter than any time before .
"How did we come here?" she asked even though the back of her mind had started to piece things together which made no sense to her .
"Teleporting is one of my abilities . To move through space without any interface, I can go and come anywhere I want at any time," Damien answered her question . When she took one step forward, she felt her head go dizzy, "Careful," he held her arm so that she wouldn't fall by the swaying of her body, "When you are closest to the initial generation of the pureblooded vampires, the rare gift some of us receive is much stronger and different to things one would consider to be unique . The farther the generation falls, the ability only drifts to form a different kind with every new generation . Si?"
Penelope didn't know what to make of it . IT was as if she was being gifted with one information after another for a few days which her mind was finding it hard to catch up with . Was that how he had caught up with her the first time she had tried to run away from him? Oh dear, God . This meant that even if she wanted to run away there would have been no chance for her .
It wasn't that Penny was looking for an escape route anymore . At least not since she found out about her being a white witch whose neck hung below the ax which could be let loose anytime if a whisper about her was heard by the villagers or townsmen . She wasn't a fool to go running into a den of cavemen who would not think once before throwing kerosene and burning her alive to set another example .
Turning to meet his eyes, she asked, "W-why do you make use of carriages then?" why would one spend their time over traveling in a carriage of closed room when they could apparate and disapparate from one place to another with the whim of their mind .
"Good question, mouse . Life would be nothing but mundane if I did that every time . There are times you need to walk the path which is walked by the rest, else you will turn to a foreign object who will fail to see and live, to enjoy what others do . And I love the carriage rides, it gives me time to ponder over things," he said, his shining with mirth but he wasn't finished . He continued, "With the ability comes limitations . "
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