Kapitel 147: 27. Because You Loved Me.
It was time for the party and I was feeling amazing. I had gone to Annaliese four more times to drain her and give boosts to the Salvatores. It took some time, but we finally managed to get number six into the hive. He was still sedated and weak, mentally tired from the process, so it would take him some time to recover fully. I was in one of the bedrooms, gathering my supplies for the party.
Getting Mariella and the wolves to take their vampire form was quite a fight. Mr. Salvatore didn't see it as necessary, but Wulfe, Katherine, Elena, and I convinced him otherwise. I was pretty sure he would be sticking close to Mariella and the wolves, but I wasn't sure if anyone else, besides Murdock, Dexter, Colin, and Wulfe, would be around me.
Wulfe was dressed in a very old-fashioned outfit with a velvet jacket and a Victorian-style ruffled shirt, complete with all the bells and whistles to make him look like a regal vampire. I, on the other hand, was wearing my usual seductive black lace dress. I kept my vampire side under control, though it was becoming easier and more natural. However, I could tell from Damon's gaze that once this was over, he would expect me to put my vampire side back in check.
I stood in front of the full-body mirror, focused on changing my dress, when the door opened and Damon walked in. He too was dressed in a victorian style and looked incredibly attractive with his vampire side on display.
He walked in, looked at me, and said, "Alright, it's time to put my queen in order. So, baby, let me get you ready. After all, you're my queen. Remember, we're in this together and we need to assert our dominance, make Annaliese look like an idiot. I'll lead, and you follow. Do I make myself clear? We need to start preparing for the next party, plant the seeds so that Annaliese can't help but attend. Now, I'll choose your dress, style your hair, pick your shoes and makeup, and you better behave. Otherwise, you'll have to deal with the consequences."
He showed me the remote. I nodded, not wanted to be drugged.
I sighed and said, "Fine, go ahead. I can make some changes to my dress."
However, I had one little problem. My dragon scales had multiplied. I now had a second set right next to my original scales, and I wasn't sure why they had grown more. Was it a reaction to the etorphine,were they giving me more power? I couldn't be sure.
Damon's gaze lingered on the shimmering dragon scales that adorned me, reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight. As his fingers grazed the scales, a faint smile curved on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of their beauty. I could feel his presence behind me, his concentration palpable as he wove his magic, transforming my dress. The satin fabric now clung to my form, its ebony hue accentuating my curves. The tight bodice pushed my breasts upwards, creating a generous neckline that threatened to spill out. The absence of a bra allowed my nipples to brush against the fabric, a subtle irritation that heightened my awareness. Delicate lace adorned the waist and hips, while the hem cascaded in satin folds, giving the dress an air of elegance reminiscent of a black wedding gown.
In his hands, Damon placed blood-red shoes, their vibrant color contrasting against the darkness of my attire. The hem of the dress stopped just above my calves, drawing attention to the alluring footwear. I glanced down and noticed my fingernails, now painted a pristine white, adding a touch of sophistication to my ensemble. I was trying to keep my thoughts neutral, not let irritation seep through as he had to again do his thing, meaning no one color what to use but rainbow more or less.
Golden decorations embellished the bodice and waist, intricate swirls and curls that defied immediate recognition, but I suspected were a subtle but clear irritation to Annaliese, something she might recognize. The dress accentuated my figure, the generous hem creating an illusion of wider hips against my ultrathin waist, a combination that evoked envy in those who beheld it.
Leaning closer, Damon's scorching breath caressed my neck as he sank his fangs into my skin, leaving a hot, burning sensation in their wake. As he tended to my makeup, he drew forth my blood, draining me to an extent that left my neck tender and marked with fresh bites, accompanied by bruises. Those would not fade. I accepted the marks without complaint, a testament to our connection. After all he had claimed me, his queen.
My makeup was once again transformed, dramatic and vibrant. A coat of pink mascara adorned my lashes, making my already pale vampire complexion appear even more ethereal. The eyeshadow extended to my temples, a bold and daring choice. Glitter adorned my temples and brows, a playful touch that hinted at Damon's knowledge of recent makeup trends or perhaps his ability to pluck ideas from my own mind. My lips, glossy and blood-red, exuded a predatory allure. He had again done his magic, and my face transformed into a regal visage, embodying the unmistakable presence of a queen.
I turned to Damon and said, "Thank you. I've never looked like this before. I mean, I feel like a dark queen or something."
Damon whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, baby. This comes straight from the heart, just because you loved me. It's almost unreal to believe that I am one of us, my love. This is the final countdown, and after we get through this, I'll introduce you to the temple of love. I'll be there for you, on top of the world. I love you truly, madly, deeply from this moment on, my Maria Madgalena," he smirked at me.
I rolled my eyes and responded, "Really? 13 songs in your true confession of love? You're putting pressure on me, you know that. But fine, let me think about my answer."
He said, "Go ahead, baby. Try your best."
I took a deep breath and pondered.
Then I said, "Do you know you are my salvation? I might be your queen of rain, but sometimes it's good to have a daydream believer drinking summer wine with me. You and I, we are champions. Despite the bruises I have, our summer nights have been the thing that helps me stand my ground. It might be a shot in the dark some days, but then again, angels are real. It's pure heaven when you can't take your eyes off of me."
I looked at Damon and said, "14. I won."
He smirked at me and replied, "Well, baby, I wasn't competing. I was just letting you know my feelings for you."
I retorted, "You're a sore loser, you know that?"
He grunted and said, "Maybe, baby. But I will get you. Someday, I will win. Now, let's put the pièce de résistance, shall we?"
He bit my neck again, this time on the other side, creating red stripes alongside my blonde stripe. After a while, he gently guided me to sit and started styling my hair. I had previously left it loose, but not anymore. He skillfully created a complex hairdo and secured it with a hairnet, which I had worn on my wedding day. The hairnet was adorned with actual diamonds, and he had added his initials and more jewels to my crown as well.
He looked at me and then produced his own crown from thin air. After all, a king must have his crown, too. He helped me to stand, and since my heels were high, I was now at a more suitable height. He offered me his arm, and I took it as we walked out of the room.
I reminisced, a distant memory resurfacing, and said to him, "Do you remember the first time we fought? I kicked your ass so hard that you had to call Adam to calm me down."
He grunted, visibly annoyed, and replied, "Not all stories are meant to be shared, baby. You should remember that."
I smirked at him and retorted, "Well, you did drug me for three days, keeping me sedated round the clock, teaching me to shoot and function while under the influence. It's a lesson I've taken to heart and put to good use."
He glanced at me, puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean?"
I explained, "Well, with Magnum, Wulfe, and the rest, we learned how to operate and function while sedated. It's a voluntary experience, but it empowers you and equips you with useful tools for tight spots. It also reveals your weaknesses under the influence."
Damon grunted and suggested, "I'd like to observe sometime, maybe bring Mariella and the wolves to those lessons too."
I looked at him and questioned, "Oh, what's the matter? Do you think you're above it or do you not like the idea? From personal experience, I can tell you it's unpleasant but necessary."
He remained silent as we descended the stairs, joining the rest of the hive who were already prepared. Mariella and the wolves had been primped and their tiaras upgraded, while their dresses had been altered. Damon maintained his hold on me, preventing me from moving freely. As we walked in, a display intended to taunt Annaliese. I was fine with it, although I wasn't sure if our unity would have the desired effect at the upcoming ball. But Damon seemed to have a plan, and I trusted his judgment.
Over the years, I had learned to trust others, not always insisting that my way was the only way. Of course, I didn't always concede, but I had developed the ability to consider different perspectives. It wasn't always possible, and sometimes I had to make decisions on my own, without consulting others.
These three parties would be the culmination of this era, and what would come after it was uncertain. I had no idea what the Salvatores or Magnum would require. It had been a challenging lesson for him, and despite my desire to support him, I had to be realistic and prepared for the possibility that he might not want me, at least not initially. I simply had no idea.
As Damon and I stepped into the limo, he leaned in close and said, "I might be the one to help Magnum, being his sire and all. So, he might not need you, but me. That's just how it is. But for now, at this party, I'll tell you what to do. Just try to be natural. We'll maintain the notion of a male-driven society, but remember, you're a one-of-a-kind alpha vampiress, the hive queen, a force to be reckoned with. Real little bitch. Keep that in mind."
I smiled thinly, knowing that Damon was preparing for our performance at the next party. I didn't have any issues with it, but I knew Annaliese would. As the limo finally stopped in front of a large white building, possibly a hotel, its lights shone brightly, illuminating the pristine white facade despite the dark night.
We got out of the limo, with Damon leading the way. I could see him scanning the surroundings before he offered me his hand and helped me out. Murdock and Dexter walked ahead of us, followed by Mariella and the others. The Salvatores were with the wolves, and Alaric was accompanied by the wizards, Elena, and Katherine. The entire hive was there as we entered.
The dance hall was packed with people, but there were tables and sofas where we could sit. And, of course, there was my throne. But next to it, slightly elevated, was Damon's throne. He had added some delicate decorations and a few words in vampire language that I couldn't fully understand. One of the writings on the thrones seemed to say "eternal companions," but I wasn't entirely sure. I had an idea, but I figured Damon would tell me if he was in the mood.
We made our way to our thrones, with Damon sitting first and then me. This time, Ian followed Damon's lead, understanding that he had to listen to him. I was now the "good girl" and let Damon take charge, attracting the attention of many male vampires who were becoming more dominant. I noticed that quite a few of them had some arm candy by their side. My guess was that it was Annaliese's doing to distract the males while she and several other females took over. But it wasn't going to work.
We took our seats on the thrones, and the visitors came to see us. It was my responsibility to engage in conversations with them, although Damon took charge of most of the tasks. He would consult me for my opinions, but he always spoke with them first before it was my turn to speak. Ian followed Damon's commands, using haughty gestures to allow or dismiss people. Mariella sat on the other side of Damon, while Wulfe sat on the other side of me. Each Salvatore had their own seat, and those permitted by Damon could also approach them for conversation.
However, Annaliese's people were kept at a distance, along with Alaric, Katherine, Elena, and the wizards who were already mingling. Lepard, Demon, Adam, and Charles were also seated nearby. Damon wore black and golden Victorian-style clothing, but without a white undershirt. His ruffled shirt was black. Meanwhile, Adam wore red, and Charles wore white, with black jackets, both of which suited them quite well. There was something about those ruffled shirts that made them look exceptionally handsome.
Soon, it was time for me to mingle and assert myself. Damon had informed me about what was expected of me. In short, he would mingle with the brainless bimbos who approached him, while I had to find a way to capture his attention. He didn't specify the means, so I maintained a neutral expression. If he wanted a show, I was prepared to put on quite a spectacle.
I informed Mariella about this and warned her not to interfere. Speaking to her in a calm and low voice, I said, "Mariella, listen to me. It's time to put on a show. Damon will mingle with numerous females, and I will employ a few tricks to capture his undivided attention. I can assure you that it will work."
Curious, Mariella asked, "What are you planning to do?"
I replied, "First, I will release my vampire pheromones. You know he has a difficult time resisting them, and since I am considerably stronger, they will affect him even more. But that's not all. I will pass by Damon, Annaliese, and the other Salvatores, allowing them to catch a whiff of my pheromones, and then I will approach those young male vampires for a conversation. Damon is possessive and dominant, so he won't allow me to engage with them for long. We might end up causing a spectacle, like a live porn movie. But let's see, perhaps I am being too confident."
Mariella flashed a smile and suggested, "That's a good idea. While you're occupied with Damon, I'll try to separate one of the Salvatores, and we can capture him. Me, Wulfe, the wolf boys, and Adam will all join in the effort. I'll make sure to distract Annaliese as well, so she doesn't interfere. Number two will be safe in the hive, but we can let him play with her to show the males how the Salvatores do it."
I nodded, impressed by Mariella's quick thinking. We had a plan, and I hoped we could successfully bring one of the Salvatores with us. Once I had finished draining Annaliese, I planned to bite the next one, taking them out one by one. Annaliese seemed unsettled, while the four Salvatores appeared relaxed, despite looking thinner and paler than their counterparts in the hive. It was clear that they had regained some of their strength, but I was determined to reclaim them all and get rid of Annaliese once and for all.
As number ten whispered something to her, Annaliese paled. I glanced at number two, subtly indicating her discomfort so he could use it against her. Anything was fair game. That's when I spotted Harrison. He was looking at me, engaged in conversation with Annaliese, who was also staring at me. I raised an eyebrow, silently acknowledging their attention.
Meanwhile, Damon was walking around, mingling with a group of brainless bimbos who were clearly attracted to him. They were tall, overly curvy humans, more or less feeders. Damon had mentioned that most of the humans he ended up with didn't survive the night, so it was just a vampire thing.
Mariella looked at them in disbelief and commented, "I mean, they're not exactly slim. How does he find them attractive?"
Damon playfully slapped one of the bimbos' huge ass, making her giggle and gaze at him adoringly.
I replied, "He's not perfect. Give him some time. Eventually, this little bitch will see her opportunity to act. I won't be a subservient queen; I'll be a little bitch, the queen of the hive. It'll be something."
Mariella rolled her eyes and remarked, "Maybe one day I'll get to do this to him, but for now, it has to be you. I want to witness this before I go to the Salvatores. I'm not sure which one would be best."
I looked at them and suggested, "Let's focus on number eight. He's the quietest and farthest away from Annaliese. He's also the weakest, so let's try to save him. Numbers ten and nine seem to be having fun with Annaliese. They're whispering something to her, making her pale."
Mariella nodded, still gazing at them intently, as I stood up and walked away, my hips swaying and the heavy hem of my dress swishing. I unleashed my vampire pheromones fully, ready to take control.
I strolled leisurely, allowing the fragrance of vanilla, burning candle, and jasmine to waft around me. My vampire pheromones were particularly potent today, catching Damon's attention like never before.
I approached a group of young and handsome vampire boys, flashing them a smile and saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I came to extend an invitation to our hive. You are all most welcome, and I can personally guide you through the process. It is just my bite, nothing else. I will take care of you, as hive queen." My voice was a sultry purr.
As I engaged in conversation, I noticed Damon approaching me from the corner of my eye. We were talking with the young vampires; I let them ogle me with no restraint. Damon was getting closer and quite briskly. He was walking with determination, without any of his bimbos. Ignoring his presence, I continued to flirt and hinted that the young vampires could join us. I knew just how to do this, letting my pheromones saturate the air around us.
Suddenly, I was pulled against a dominant male vampire who instructed the young vampires to leave.
Damon whispered in my ear,his voice dark and sultry, his nostrils filled with the scent of my pheromones, "You know, baby, what your vampire pheromones do to me? And yet, you expose them fully and talk to strangers."
Turning to face him, as he loosened his grip slightly, I was saying, not too quietly, "I have you all to myself, don't I? You're in the presence of a naughty little bitch, remember that."
His lustful gaze met mine, and I maintained the allure of my pheromones. He cupped the back of my head, planting a dominant and passionate kiss on my lips, pressing my body against his with a noticeable bulge in his trousers. We discreetly moved closer to Annaliese, not shielding our actions from her view.
Damon's hands explored my body, squeezing my breasts and lifting my hem. He was on making a spectacle. I could feel it very clearly.
He pushed his thigh between my legs, commanding me.
His voice was clear, dominant and loud enough for Annaliese to hear him. "Spread them, bitch. And do it properly. You need to be punished, bitch. Fine."
He forcefully guided me towards a nearby table, positioned me with my upper body against it, and lifted my hem, tearing off my underwear. He made me spread my legs properly. He threw them at Annaliese's feet, while the other vampires nearby caught a whiff of my arousal and pheromones, their instincts kicking in.
With no time to analyze the situation, Damon thrust his hot and hard cock into me with one powerful stroke, simultaneously wrapping his long and strong fingers around my slender neck, exerting pressure as he fucked me vigorously. We were in plain sight of hundreds of vampires, but that was precisely the thrill we sought. There was no shame, only pleasure. This was actually a very vampiric thing to do.
I gasped for breath as his grip tightened around my throat, rendering me silent. My surroundings blurred as Damon pinned me against the table, thrusting into me with an intensity that seemed never-ending. Each orgasm seemed to blend into the next, as he skillfully manipulated my body. I was panting, a trembling mess beneath him, being fucked to bits. Finally, he roared, burying himself deep inside me, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, causing my vision to darken. His release flooded me, and I trembled with pleasure, despite my diminished libido. This man was simply too good at what he did.
When he released my shoulder and lazily licked the mating mark, sending me into another orgasm, he whispered in a dark voice against my neck.
His words were loud enough for Annaliese, Nick, and Harrison to hear. "Congratulations, baby. You have just conceived."
I was unable to react. I wasn't sure if this was the perfect time to have a litter of babies, but for him, it was. He remained inside me, still hard, his hips rolling lazily as he continued to release something deep within me. I was not sure that my legs would carry me at all.
I caught a glimpse of Annaliese watching us, and Damon nuzzled me, his words dripping with meaning. "Do you want to know why, baby? We're about to have our next family event because you loved me, my love. I choose how I am spending my time and it is not looking at your sad eyes. Our love will take us higher, into heaven. With you, I feel forever young. You never shut me down. Anyone who doesn't understand you or blames you for something that happened a long time ago is behaving like a fool. Let the stars and the moody river be our witnesses. My heart will go on with you. That's just the way it is. Your complicated heart never ceases to amaze me. In this mad world, you are my Bridge Over Troubled Water. In this city of stars, I won't be left outside alone because you love me with every breath you take. You are always on my mind."
He pulled away, closing his trousers, though it was evident he was still rock hard. I wasn't wearing any panties, so my soaked pussy was his playground for the rest of the evening. Damon smirked at me, fully aware of our little game. He had to make this public, declaring his love in a suave confession that encompassed 21 songs.
It wasn't an easy for me to try to win, but I had to admit, he had succeeded. I kissed him passionately, causing Annaliese's cheeks to flush and her lips to part. She was clearly aroused and unsure of how to react. At least, this part of our plan was working. Next, we would soon have one of the Salvatores join in, and then it would become painful as Annaliese fought back with all her might. I would have to up my ante for a next time for our little game. Damn 21 songs were little hard to win.
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