Kapitel 164: 4. Kryptonite.
I woke up, and I was thirsty. I was drugged up to my eyes and then some. Not really remembering much of anything. Only my need to get something to drink was in my mind. So let's go to the kitchen and find something to drink. I don't mind, even though it's a bit of a struggle to walk. I had no idea what this house was, and somehow I made my way to the kitchen.
I went into the kitchen and just watched for a while. I had something to do here. The dryness of my throat made me act. Oh, yes, thirsty. I went to the fridge and got a bottle. That was something I wanted. Really hard. I was trying to open it. Someone grabbed my hand and took the bottle away. I was trying to get it back, very eagerly, not sure who this meanie was. it had taken my drink away.
Thirst. I said, "Thirsty, gotta have a drink," or at least I was trying to say.
Someone chuckled. I got another bottle in my hand and was directed to sit down. Someone opened the bottle for me. It took time for my brain to understand something. Who this meanie was? It was one of Damons, this was number three.
He said to me, "Drink up baby, it is safe."
He seemed amused. It took time for me to understand, lifting the bottle to my lips and drinking. Oh my god, it was perfect.
I drank the Coke bottle and then this one took me back to the bed, put the blanket under me, and stroked me. I was getting tired, and he sat next to me until I fell asleep. The same thing happened again. I woke up thirsty and went to the kitchen and always got another drink after the one I had originally taken. I was getting irritated as I did not get the drink that I had taken at first, my mind was drugged fully so I did not really have my faculties operational.
I had no sense in my mind, nor any idea how long I slept. Someone was patiently taking me back to bed, stroking and calming me down, until I fell asleep. And then back to sleep. Only the thirst, need to get some to drink. And they were always taking it away from me. They were so damn mean to me every time.
Damon Number three observed intently as number four led Mimi to bed for the sixth time, the creaking of the mattress echoing in his ears. He let out a weary sigh in his mind, his thoughts clouded with worry. Focusing on his task, he prepared yet another exquisite wagyu dish for the young lady, the sizzling sound of the meat filling the kitchen. Despite her repeated visits to the bedroom, she remained frail, like a delicate skeleton. Damon believed she could have used another week of nourishment, but as number one held the authority as pack leader and primary doctor, he had halted the feeding. Regardless, they were determined to ensure that Mimi would eat. Thankfully, she was not pregnant, which brought a small sense of relief.
Continuing his culinary efforts, Damon concentrated on the intricate details of each dish. Just then, number one and Mariella entered the kitchen, their footsteps resonating against the tiled floor. As he furrowed his brow, lost in thought, Mariella observed him with a mixture of curiosity and possessiveness, her heart throbbing with jealousy. Her hormonal state only heightened the complexity of her emotions.
Breaking the silence, Mariella inquired, "What's troubling you?"
Her attempt to monopolize the Salvatores was evident, yet here was Damon, once again cooking for Mimi instead of her.
Damon paused, his eyes meeting Mariella's, and he replied, "The medication from number one isn't suiting Mimi. The sedatives meant to calm her have been ripped apart incorrectly, causing her to struggle and awaken as usual. However, due to the intense dosage, she remains in a haze, not fully present. Like a zombie, she stumbles into the kitchen every two hours, searching for a drink, unaware of her actions. Frustration builds within her as we deny her the beverages she unknowingly reaches for. She's tried drinking white wine vinegar, Santol, and spirits, mistaking them for something else. I wonder if I should have given her some spirits if it would have helped her sleep better. She's even attempted to consume salad dressing, mistaking it for food, as well as dish machine detergent and citric acid. She's even tried to eat batteries and dish towels, mistaking them for bread and whatnot. She has tried to eat cardboard as well. I haven't provided her with any food, as she isn't truly chewing. Instead, I offer her one bottle of Coke, opening it for her so she can drink it. Then either I or number four escort her to bed, staying by her side until she falls asleep. Unfortunately, she awakens all too soon."
Mariella chuckled. She wanted to see this. It sounded funny, and she wanted to witness this, why it was so distressing to these? She was irritated by their worry over Mimi. She was here too, and even number three had been a real sex machine at first. This one had found a kitchen, worshipping Mimi. She was pregnant, Mimi was not, and she needed sex and men. But fine, she wanted to see Mimi behaving like this.
They ate and made some desserts. Damon took cake bottoms from the freezer, thawed them and filled them, decorated them too. Mariella helped him and did what he asked, like chipped fruits and berries, making everything ready for him. Soon it had been two hours again.
Three said sarcastically, "Here we go again," as Mimi stumbled unsteadily.
She wore an oversized man's tee shirt, not Damon's but Charles's, hanging loosely on her frail frame. Her face was devoid of emotion, her gaze vacant. With each step, she wobbled, on the verge of toppling over, but she resolutely made her way toward the fridge, closely followed by the three.
Mariella and number one hurriedly joined them there. Mimi's trembling hand clasped the bottle of oven cleaning fluid, a highly corrosive substance that Damon had warned Mariella about. The noxious fumes emanating from the bottle posed a grave danger to Mimi. Desperately, she tried to pry open the cork, while number three attempted to wrest it away from her.
Hissing in defiance, she clung onto the perilous bottle, out of his reach, struggling to decipher its opening mechanism. Sensing the urgency, number one fetched a Coke bottle and deftly uncorked it, feigning calmness.
He extended it towards Mimi, saying, "You must drink this first, young lady."
Mimi, with dilated pupils and a bewildered expression, stared at number one like an owl, her comprehension muddled.
"Thirsty, gotta drink. Let me drink this," she slurred, her speech barely coherent.
Number one enticed her with the Coke bottle, managing to coax her to take hold of it, while number three swiftly seized the oven cleaner, placing it on the top shelf amidst the other chemicals. He muttered to himself, casting some sort of spell on that shelf. Irritated, Mimi glanced at the open bottle in her hand, uncertain of what to do.
Simultaneously, she reached out for the fish sauce with her free hand. Reacting swiftly, number one grabbed her wrist, encircling her shoulders with his arm, gently guiding her out of the fridge. He directed Mimi towards the table, his expression resolute, though Mariella chuckled softly under her breath.
Meanwhile, number three continued his frantic efforts, placing every visible danger on the top shelf, muttering to himself as he assessed the remaining hazards. It took time for number one to make Mimi understand the importance of consuming the bottle in her hand, as she mindlessly attempted to devour the tablecloth, completely oblivious to her drugged state.
The number one took Mimi to bed, and Mariella was pretty sure that Xl-sized flanker was going to be used if it would keep her asleep longer. She was focusing on chopping fruits some more. Number three was more or less rolling his eyes, hoping that she would sleep longer than two hours and she would get that stuff cleared out of her system.
Soft footsteps were heard soon. She glanced at the door. Damon walked in, running his hand through his hair. He looked so dashing that Mariella was not so sure if she could focus on her cooking or if should she seduce him into bed. She felt his worry over Mimi through their bond. She was unsure. Was this one too becoming Mimi's? She felt threatened. Mimi had been hilarious, but Damon all of them belonged to her and she was pregnant. Wolves had taken men, so she was free to take a few of these glorious specimens to herself.
Damon came back and said, " Well, if she's asleep now, she's got that medication all wrong again. I gave her a good dose of strong choppers, and a few good size flanks, and put magic on her table so there was a bottle of ice-cold coke for her. No need to get out of bed. "
Mariella nodded, and they continued cooking. It had been funny, though. It did not take long for her to seduce Damon, and number three and four in bed, and two and five as well. She was insatiable, her libido was sky-high, so nothing was too much for her. Most importantly, they were hers, not Mimi's, and there was now food done to her so no need for them to dedicate their lives to cooking for Mimi but to be with her.
Mariella had no idea what was happening inside her mind. Alpha power messed with white power and made all of her felines quite wild. They boosted her jealousy, and her need to possess and have every single man. She started to see Mimi as a threat to her harem. She soon forgot that she was the guardian and protector of her energies, but she saw her more as a competitor than even a wife. She had been denied Mimi's wealth; she was feeling petty and angry.
When I woke up again, I was more refreshed, and there was an ice-cold Coke bottle on the bedside table with some magic. It was ice cold with that magic. Nifty. I drank it and then poured myself a big, lovely bath. Not too hot, but cool enough to get me going. I got in the water and enjoyed myself, wondering what I was going to do after the bath.
I was in my bath for a long time. I knew Mariella was jealous, and it was due to felines, alpha power, and whatnot, but I chose not to do anything about it. I had my plan. I had to make some serious sacrifices in my life. But it would be worth it. I had a way to get rid of Damien, but it would take everything from me. I was ready, though; I was thinking sarcastically that it was not so much that I was letting go. We weren't there with Damon where I had thought we were, but I would have to rip us apart, fully, totally, and it very well might be that this was permanent.
After I got off my bath, I dressed myself, went to the empty kitchen, and warmed some food for me. The whole pack was more or less fucking. I knew that females were pregnant. I could smell it, and it was part of my plan. Hormones would help with this. After the meal, I went to one room, called first to Jarod, speaking with him for hours, telling him what I was about to do. He understood just how much I would be sacrificing here. I then called Constantine, telling to him about that book, my plan and he was on it. He told me what I had suspected all along.
There had been originally 20 books. Now 13 were left. The reason why there were so many left was that the hate that was needed to bind that life force from that book, had to be strong, it had to be bitter, and I would need to let Damien take everything from me in order for my hate for him to grow strong enough. Constantine told me the facts. I had to destroy any and all hope between me and Damon. I would have to destroy us, and it would have to be real. I needed that feeling to fuel my hate.
Meaning I would have to destroy our budding spark between me and number two as well. It would be a tremendous sacrifice and I would probably regret it someday, but my need to get rid of Damien was strong enough for me to do this. There was no other chance to get rid of him, and I certainly did not want him to live any longer than possible. Not wanting him to call me, taunt me, torture me.
Mariella's jealousy would be one part of my plan. My sentences and my behavior would be one part. This would be the hardest sacrifice that I would have ever done. No questions about it. Maybe someday, maybe I might explain this to him, but there would be nothing to get back. I could be an alpha female, with no problems. It would be just sex, no feelings. I was not sure if even Charles and Adam would be there for me but I was ready to be alone, this would need me to unleash part of me I really despised, I would have to get it strong enough, use that hatred to fuel it up as well. I would be the very beast that they thought I was.
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