Kapitel 30: 30. You're Still The One.
Then Damon put Mimi down at 6:30. It was still time to get the clothes and stuff together. First, Damon jellied Mimi, melting and absorbing up several jelly tanks. Mimi was still unconscious, but Damon had given her the drugs already. This had been a wonderful night, and Damon felt more energized than he had felt in a long, long time. Mimi was truly something that he needed in his life.
Then he picked Mimi's clothes and didn't heal any of the wounds; they were already partially clogged, and they wouldn't bother so much. Mimi's dress was metal-shaded, full of little pieces that moved when she moved, they had been secured into a kind of mesh and a little bit of skin might show up here and there but that mesh was black so it provided some modesty. No need to make his wife into a sex object for everyone to see.
Mimi woke up, and Damon directed her to get dressed and put on her makeup and hair. Her hair got again a hairnet. This had been one of his inventions during these seven years when he had played more with Mariella's hair and wolves, too. Of course, there were real jewels in this net. These had been Mimi's own. He had found them in one of her stash and made these hairnets for her, himself.
This nighttime activity did so much for him. He felt so much freer that it always helped, and he didn't even know what was helping, but he knew it was helping, and it was really helping. There would be a couple more nights, and then the lady would have a bit of a lesson for the honeymoon. Of course, he would teach his pupils too. He had changed, and he was not afraid to use violence to get his message across. This was not the time for romance novel heroes confessing their love to a woman. Maybe that time could come too, but not yet.
I was awake when Damon dressed me, and I still felt gelled. Now, I was wearing a full some sort of metallic dress where these little panels of metal were secured in mesh. The pieces were very tiny and somehow I knew that this had not been cheap and this was probably one of a kind of dress, too. It was the skintight dress, and it showed every curve, or lack thereof. But yes, I would still have time to get myself in shape, and once this wedding and honeymoon were done, then I think that would calm down a bit.
I'm not even thinking about what's in store after the honeymoon. Just an everyday life would be fine. Admittedly, their hamster stash was only a couple of boxes; most of it had been my stuff, and I still had boxes then in every house. I didn't know if there would soon be another hamster store and if all my libraries, for example, would be found. I had been busy, and I had no time to unpack my hamster stash.
Another thing that flashed through my mind was my practice. I had clients and, more likely, consultation requests, too. I needed to get on with those too in some day. But if after this whole wedding thing, we would get some everyday life, meaning Damon and Mariella would find each other, I could get on with my practice, too. It was actually one thing that I was damn proud of.
But now we were on our way to breakfast, and Damon was walking beside me. He held me and said in a whisper, so it was a good thing I heard it or my drugged brain would fully grasp the situation. "Darlin, oh how I love it when you're always thinking those thoughts. Oh, libraries and right plural. What comes to your practice is nowadays part of our hospital and all the consultation requests come to me. It is no longer Mimi Springcove Clinic but part of Salvatore Hospital for Supernatural. Colin is on those consultations as well as I am. I have answered quite many of them already."
The tone in his voice told me this specimen was ill-tempered and properly. I was already wounded, sore, and in pain; now, this one was taking it on the chin in a big way. He was finding all sorts of ways to get mad at me or get some grievance with me, and just to get him unloaded it in the night. He had his own pathos, something that he couldn't ever unload with Mariella. That was one thing that my very drugged brain understood.
But when the drug messed with my brain, I didn't always know what I was thinking. I just knew I'd pay for it later, and no one would know. Only the two of us would know, and only one of us would enjoy it. This was a wedding like no other. In no other wedding, he had been this mad, this ready all the time, and everything that I thought or tried to think was something that he might set off.
I now understand him better than back then. Let's say that those weren't our last flank wedding. He has been weathervane, so we have had quite many divorces along the way, but sometimes I wonder if he has taken divorce from me just to get yet another flank wedding with me. He was back then angry and upset for that reason that he was loaded gun. For over seven years, he had not gotten unloaded in his special way. He was full of this mental power, or whatever he purged from himself and it felt. He looks at me as I write my revelation, like he wants to say something, but then I might just find after my babies have been born, myself in his embrace, full of fear and terror in agony while he is enjoying himself.
We ate breakfast; I was fed, and I felt how tuned in this was suddenly. But that's all right. I can take anything. Then we started walking and socializing, and now we weren't being gentle at all. Now he was digging into my wounds, into my liver in many places that made me just moan out loud in pain. But always in times that no one could see or hear me. He was brutal. The pain was on me all the time and hard.
Apparently, with the help of a protector's radar, he could tell when I was hurt and hurt. And the pain was intense whenever there was a single flea near me. The same thing went on all day, and now there was a lot of pressure in my head. I felt like my brain was boiling, which was not nice at all. It was almost excruciating. I just wondered when my nose was going to bleed, and Damon looked at me strangely after that thought.
This was just another little play of his, which put this tremendous pressure on my mind that made me sometimes feel like this was a dream and not real at all. It intensified my need to escape from his grasp, and I was already trying to see who could be my safety.
Then I concentrated on the clothes again and tried to hold out until the evening. Now Mariella wasn't flanked. All the salvatores were chatting with each other, and the wolves were free to be. Fleas were still on the watchlist and Jarod, too. He had been in contact with me in those seven years since he and Miss Parker had been part of the fleas.
Miss Parker and he had made their own facility for medical research and Jarod had been quite damn crucial for fleas as a living lie detector and I had done quite many gigs with Miss Parker. Their facility was almost a hospital, but they had a real specialty for infections in there. I had no idea if Samuel had worked there, but I had gotten quite a lot of information on there, too.
Oh fuck my luck, but I could take it. I've been through so damn many flank weddings already. No other woman had to endure this all through three days but me. But this was my fate, so it seems. Jarod did not get anywhere near me, or if I even looked at him that way, this creature next to me, dug his fingers so hard into me that my vision blacked out from sheer pain.
Then evening came again, and the drinking started, but I noticed that the other women were pretty drunk, and the salvatores were happily watching them.
Damon whispered in my ear, " Implants, darlin, implants."
Fine, then the other women got implants, and Damon showed me how he gave blows to them. Those three women were about to get bashed, too. He dominated all his women. Well, this was almost going to be a night for everyone, and the telepath next to me was about to dig my liver out at the thought.
The pressure had been in my head all day, and it just wasn't getting any easier. This felt like some sort of dream and the need to get away from Damon came to my mind again, but booze and flanks made my mind too fuzzy, so that slipped out of my mind.
I thought if unloading on this again would help, then I wouldn't have to have my head blown off. I drank all my drinks again, and getting upstairs was getting tricky, but Damon walked me there, anyway. Of course, after he had again announced that it was time to get in bed with the bride. Then I got another shot in the muscle, and he stripped me naked and put me on the bed, where I passed out immediately.
Now it was all stabs and terror and fear in his arms, trying to get away, to run away in the dark forest, and always the passionfruit vines caught me, dragged me to the ground, and then it hurt. I was not hanging from the ceiling this time but in his arms in the bed like normally. Pain, agony, distress, everything flooded into my mind, making me so very helpless in his grip, in his arms, to be his victim repeatedly.
I knew nothing but pain, agony, despair, terror, fear, heartbeats like doomsday bells, the smell of passionfruit, and hands that would not let me escape. My neck was slit, my stomach. Damon was cruel and brutal and had no mercy or empathy. He knew I would get away with this. I was immortal. I will heal and I have been through so much worse, which was true, but it did not make this anymore easier to deal with or easier for me just let him scare me almost to death too.
But I wished I wasn't this distressed, scared, and wanting to escape all the time. And then the psychic pressure in my head. It was there all the time, and it just added its layer to this terror and pain—this suffering. As the night progressed, so did his act on me. Then there was the slitting of the neck, the hanging by the arms from the ceiling, and the hard stabbing, playing with the machete.
The darkness came again, more and more often. I couldn't even fight to stay conscious all the time. I let the darkness take me, and I woke right up when Damon showed no mercy. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. My body kind of shut down for real this time. I might be hard to win, but I am not invincible, not at all.
I woke up again feeling the jelly inside me and many of my open wounds, not bleeding but painful, and Damon had gelled them too so that they were very tender to the touch. He dressed me, and the mental pressure was even more intense than yesterday. My mind felt so inflamed almost, I just hoped to hold on and try to be a good girl today if it would make this pressure any easier. Get Damon to ease up even a bit.
I guess if that gets any harder, my nose will start bleeding. But my thoughts were sticky and slow. Damon wasn't watching them all the time now as he put my sequined dress on me. I was as drugged as I could be and quite defenseless, too. I knew the next night was going to be the roughest, and I wasn't looking forward to it so much now.
We went to breakfast, and I ate what he fed me, although by now, I was very sore all over, and Damon grunted in satisfaction when he sensed my pain. But why the hell is he putting this psychic pressure on my head? I was getting an idea that Nick would be a good saver for me and I would need to get to him. That thought was on and off in my mind. I hid it and hoped that this pressure would start to ease up a little bit.
Damon gave me another questioning look, but Mariella laughed so hard that Damon left me in the care of number two for a couple of hours and gave Mariella excellent treatment. Because she was not drugged, not sore, but she was quite soon on both of those things.
But the psychological pressure just wouldn't let up. I saw Nick, and I was readying myself to go to him in order to ease this pressure. This all started to seem like a dream, so I could do anything. He was strong enough to protect me. He had been there for me. Somehow my memories of his past nasty things weren't really came to my mind, only the times that he had saved me. This pressure in my mind was getting really bad.
The two took me aside and said, " What a fucking psychic pressure? None of us are doing anything to you."
I replied, "This feels like a dream, not real, and I have this need to get away from you. Somehow Nick seems to be very good safety to me. I feel like someone is trying to drill into my head, and it's just been getting worse and harder every day. It must be number one when I wonder if all my libraries have been found."
Number two looked at me for a moment. I could feel him in my mind, pressure was more on now, it tried to make me move and he started cursing pretty damn talentedly. He gripped me tighter, so I did not get to go anywhere. Soon, Number One came in, and I could feel him in my mind, too.
Damon said as he walked me off. "It's not me who's trying to get in your head. You are under serious attack and I am pretty sure that this same thing or creature who caused you to have your episodes. Now, baby, I'm going to give you some drugs and give it to you good 'cause I've got some work to do on your mind. Come on, and let's go sit down. We have to do this so whoever the fuck is trying to attack you, doesn't get suspicious right away."
We went to sit on the bench, and Damon gave me three jabs pretty quickly so that I was pretty close to unconscious. I felt the pressure not easing much, but my mind was almost out cold, so I really did not notice if someone was doing something in my mind. Someone else came up beside me and supported me as Damon went off somewhere.
Adam was wandering around the party when he saw Nick and Elias with a strange man. The man was holding a handkerchief, bloody, and Adam could smell his blood. He was not human, the sharp, acrid smell of that blood told him. That was a demon. He didn't recognize the man, and he was looking around. Adam moved closer and stayed to listen. Something in his gut told him to stop and listen secretly. Because that was powerful demon as fuck, not a human though it tried to play one..
The demon said, "They removed my influence on her. But I was almost in. I was going to get her to come to you. And now someone found out. I have a bloody nose, and my mind is about to explode because salvatores are attacking me. I mean, I've been working all day these three days, and it's difficult to break into the mind of someone who's got telepaths nearby and who's been doing some shielding on that end."
Nick snapped, " You haven't delivered yet. You haven't delivered at all. You were supposed to get Mimi to come to us, be with us, and look where the fuck we are. At a wedding. You fucking cheat. This was supposed to be a foolproof job. You promised me this thing. You had goddamn seven years to do this and nothing. I paid you good, and I got nothing, not a damn thing. You don't cross me, I am Original. "
The demon was silent and said, "When the fucking bitch didn't go to sleep often. I know I got through it and got it done, but when it should have slept more often, and now the fucking Salvatore has unpacked everything, I spent a considerable amount of time putting together. You don't fucking vampire understand the amount of work I've had to do to even get into the creature's head, let alone be able to influence it. And I am now exposed, so it is not safe for me to be here, not at all."
Adam felt his rage rising, and knowing that this was the pack leader's job after all, he sent the entire conversation to Damon. He came like a ghost behind Adam to listen and pulled Adam into the shadows with him to hide.
Nick snapped, " What do you suggest, then? How do I get that woman for myself? I was going to be the leader of the vampires, and Mimi was supposed to be my wife. I was supposed to give her everything, let her feel true love. She was supposed to be mine. I know she has a magical symbol to draw power from, and I have a fucking strong sister who is a witch. I would have gotten Freya to calm down. Mimi could have to turn her into good, too. She goddamn saved Wulfe. Mimi and I were supposed to make babies, you imbecile. Now I'm not paying for anything."
Adam felt how infinitely irritable Salvatore was. It was obvious from the slight change in breathing rate, but the air was suddenly charged as if struck by lightning.
Damon said, " You stay where I send you and don't interfere in any way. And you don't say a word about this to Mimi. I'll tell her when I have time."
Adam didn't even have time to nod once he was inside the castle. Adam went over to the buffet table and started gathering supplies.
Damon stepped out of the shadows, keeping his hands relaxed but letting his magic drain into his fingertips so that blue lightning struck out of them. This would make such a fucking good example. He had sent this discussion to Wulfe, who had not been very impressed. He had gotten this particular magic from Wulfe's mind too, making him quite a strong wizard.
Damon walked towards the men and said in a chilling voice, " Oh, I'm going to enjoy this so much, and now, Nick and Elias, my family. I took you in to be part of my family and this is how you repay me, for the honor of being part of Salvatore's clan. It's time to show everyone what I do when Mimi is threatened. When the witch is black, there is no coming back, you know it. Trying to get Mimi. so your tainted sister could pull from her, is a big no-no in my books as there is. Using Mimi as incubator to make strong heir for you, another no-no. You just think I don't care. Let me show you and show you well. There is no love in you for her. I can sense it. It is good to be a lust wizard. Emotions are one thing that I can sense pretty damn well."
Damon raised his hands in the air and let the magic spark for a moment. Then he destroyed the demon first, with just a lazy wave of his hand. It turned into a puddle of goo that spilled the faces of originals. Then he put his hands in front of him and concentrated on lifting both vampires into the air with the spell while rising himself.
All the guests watched, and Damon said. His voice was a chilling whisper, yet everyone could hear him clearly. " Now, watch carefully the fate of these two. These are plotting against my wife, my soul mate, and I'll show you what happens when you mess with this pack and think you're going to do something to one of us. I will do this now slowly and so that all can see for sure."
Damon concentrated and drew power from the vampires. This was the spell that he had snatched from Wulfe. Slowly and steadily, they curled, turned brown, and eventually became two ticks—little ticks. barely two kilos of each, with pricked ears and fur too, signs of very weak and tiny tick.
Damon landed dramatically, picked up the ticks in his hands, and said, " Well, now you are suitably harmless. Now you're going to an excellent place."
He teleported the ticks somewhere and said, " Our animal park now has two additional attractions. Oh, I'm waiting for someone to release them. Or trying to feed them more than I have just told them to."
Then Damon just walked away.
There was muffled chatter from all sides, and Damon stopped for a moment, turned around, and said, "Remember that there are 11 strong fucking telepaths in this pack, who are watching everyone's thoughts all the time, so if anyone thinks of trying to cut my wife with a dagger dipped in a rose thistle, think again and think hard."
Then he went on his way. He went to Mimi's, watched by numbers five and seven. Mimi hadn't quite cleared up from the medicine yet, so Damon grunted and took her for a walk. He had just shown everyone his might.
He said, " The name of the game is going to be darlin. You will not get involved, but we'll make sure of that. Don't worry about it at all. We have one more day and one more lovely night left before we go on our honeymoon. Oh, darlin, our life is going to be so fucking perfect." His voice was quite calm, and dreamy, almost as he thought of the upcoming night.
I had gotten my head a little clearer, and I somehow understood that the original brothers were behind the whole Demon Attack, and now this individual next to me was saying I shouldn't interfere. I wasn't interfering with the brothers, but I already had a pretty good idea what kind of demon this had been, and it was time to teach them what happens when you piss me off. I knew that type of Demons had the king and that would be so freaking good example, little message from me. I would slay their king too, after I had done a little management of their numbers first.
Normally, when a demon dies, it leaves a slimy residue that evaporates pretty quickly, but I had a special dagger that prevented that, kept the body intact, and revealed that this was a demon. And no demon to this day has appreciated it. When I would make a few, maybe ten, demons, a decent example, they would probably think twice before attacking me. One of them would be their king.
The creature next to me was still very tense, and I somehow understood that he was scanning people's thoughts all the time, which is why I wasn't quite so drugged when he didn't immediately notice that I was lucid. I had my killer side and those demons would die slowly, painfully, and I would enjoy every freaking moment.
But there were enough of those flank shots, and as the evening drew closer, he paid attention to me after the guests had left. Then my consciousness got pretty damn fuzzy.
He whispered into my ear," Darlin, I see we're going to have a little teaching session on the honeymoon. You don't go after those demons, and I get that dagger I snatched from your mind. If you think you can beat the programming I'm about to put on you, you're sadly mistaken. I'm pretty fucking much stronger now, and I will make it work. And I'll be watching you, baby."
He got me now four double tequilas, and I was legless as I drank them, but he teleported us to the bedroom. Now, there was no injection in my arm. He undressed me, strapped me to the ceiling, and started right away.
That night was always the most brutal, cruelest night there could be, and good god, I was in pain. Now, on top of that, I was almost out of medication, and I was fighting what I could. I mean, I couldn't do much. I was hanging from the ceiling, and he was stabbing me repeatedly, slicing my neck open with a machete or slicing me open from neck to navel.
I was trying to hold on even conscious when he said, " Oh baby, you're weak. Look at you, you can't even hold on conscious."
I tried to hold on and be stronger. When I'm so damn easy to be stimulated and challenged, give this one a real challenge.
By the morning, I was certainly well bruised, bloodless, and full of lazily bleeding wounds. Damon had cleaned the room and had put me on nothing but towels.
Then he came and put a bandage over my wounds and said, "I will not jelly you now as you will not get better, and the jelly won't hold where it's supposed to but don't worry, I've got you under control. "
Yeah, I didn't need to be controlled. Then he came with the implant gun and shot quite a few different implants into me, fired them, and picked out my clothes as I began to feel the effects of each sedative implant. Damon dressed me and then we walked to the car. There were already other women and members of the pack there. Mariela and the wolves were looking pretty pale and tired, too.
This dug into every sore wound, and I tried not to whimper. He looked at me and said, "You're going to pass out, baby; you know that, but don't worry. You'll remember this honeymoon."
Yeah, for sure. When he stopped torturing me, I really noticed how my consciousness blurred and eventually shut down completely.
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