Kapitel 59: 19. Bye Bye Bye.
Damon looked at Mariella after five days of his special treatment. Now this was done. Mariella was calm; she had a dreamy look in her eyes, and she was drugged to the eyeballs. At the same time, Damon's will prevent the drug from being discharged. He had put Mariella's mind to his own will and was determined to teach his wife a little something.
He was tired of her being a teenager with hormones all over the place and no self-restraint. In a way, Mariella was a child. She had just come out from god, with no upbringing, so to speak. No one ever taught her how to behave, how to control herself, and Damon had decided to fix this little flaw. He was a wonderful teacher. His methods would do their purpose.
First, he searched her mind for doubts and insecurities and removed them. Then, he modified her opinions and ideas about what was appropriate so that Mariella understood but could do nothing about it. He taught her. Like a telepath does it.
Damon had said repeatedly that he had changed. He's not such a sex addict anymore, and things can be done differently, but when this individual didn't believe. No way and Mariella had gotten it into her head that he wouldn't do anything for her. Damon can't hurt her or do anything naughty.
Soon, Mariella realized what Damon was doing to her. She couldn't get the medicine unloaded, and Damon was brainwashing her, at least almost programming her, and she realized she had given herself too much power and didn't remember her manners. She was helpless, fully so, and there was nothing that she could do. Other than not fighting back, let him do what he wanted because he would do it anyway. It was up to her how uncomfortable it would be.
Damon was fed up with her princess games and acted. Mariella didn't know what was going to come of all this; she didn't, but she knew that for now, she was behaving herself and behaving well. It was time for her to grow up, too, and try to get rid of that jealousy and possessiveness because it was something Damon would not tolerate.
Damon had hated it always that women owned him. He had been so long enslaved by evil vampire women that it was something that he could not stand at all. But it was a lesson that was learned, and it was well learned. When Damon, after two days, stopped working on her mind and let her clear her head, she was very grateful and had learned her lesson, and she had learned it well.
She said, trying not to sound whiny, "Damon, I'm really sorry. I know you've been incredibly patient, and I now understand perfectly well that I've been a clingy bitch. And then the Two get to save Mimi. I know it's going to go to your head, and badly. And it's all my fault."
Damon grunted and said, "Come on, let's go eat. We'll see what we can do."
He had not been very warm toward her and she knew Mimi was the reason for that, too.
They went into the kitchen, and most of the pack, including Adam and Charles, was still there. They kept going back and forth to see what was going on, and the two had been in the teeth around Mimi's neck for a week now and showed no signs of coming loose. They had not interfered with Mimi just because they trusted number two and let him work his magic with his teeth. This was quite a rarity that he had never done, put his fangs in Mimi's neck and heal her.
Mariella could see Damon's fury, but once again, his complete self-control caught her by surprise. How much Damon wanted to rush in and tear off the two and take care of Mimi himself? he was a control freak and wanted to care for Mimi, to get her well, but no. He had self-restraint and Mariella realized he was setting an example.
How to behave. How to control oneself and Mariella tried to learn, only to hope that one day she could do the same. How not to deal with every little need that comes into one's mind? But instead, he ate, watched Mariella eat properly, and was in complete control. Oh, that Mariella thought, yes, that gorgeous creature, so bloody gorgeous.
They finished their meal, and Damon said, "Let's have a look at our Sicilian house. I wonder how she's doing. I heard she had quite a collection of antibiotics there so we can sort them out and see what needs to be changed for them to work on us, too. I know nothing about her status, and I don't know what Two's been up to, but let's go and see."
They all teleported to Sicily, and Mariella could see how Mimi had put the place in order. Everywhere, you could see how wickedly rich Mimi was. She also sensed Damon's irritation, and there were valuable rugs on the floor and under some sofas. It amused Mariella to think that, yes, Miss might get a bit of a talking to about this.
Damon's expression was irritated when he saw very expensive paintings on walls with no protection at all. There was one cabinet full of different plaques and trophies for Mimi as the doctor. Mimosa and the entire pack were with them and there was an enormous aquarium full of fish, and big greenrooms that called to Shadow like beacons.
They went to the medbay. Mariella went to see a huge cabinet that was not part of their normal medbay, Mimi's medicine cabinet, full of antibiotics. Number one padded over to the bed, looked and felt around for a moment, and grunted to himself.
He tasted number two's wrist and said," This needs to come off from Mimi, Mariella. The infection is under control but not gone, and this one may soon suck it into himself. Come and taste."
Mariella walked next to Damon, took number two's wrist, and she knew Damon was right. Number two was doing everything to keep that infection under control, but it was far from over, and even a little bit of Mimi's condition going down, would result in him taking the infection into himself.
Damon remembered a time when he had done it. After one of Damien's shed sessions, he thought he had done it, and he regretted, ending up in a very poor state for weeks.
The salvatores came in and made a cocktail that would put the two's teeth to sleep, as well as this one. He would need some supportive care and feeding, but so far, he hasn't picked up the infection. The infection was nasty. It would be nasty even for them, too. Number Two was removed from Mimi as his teeth retracted, and Damon examined Mimi. He took a tube of blood, sniffed it, and gave it to Mariela, too.
Mariella sniffed and said, " Well, there's nothing defective about the lady. Number two has taken care of that, so nothing but she is a skinny one, so let's feed her, and here's a formula for that bug. It's a good idea to bring along some fever medicine and that skeleton should be kept asleep. Who wants to see a feverish, restless skeleton crawling around the floor?"
Damon grunted, and the salvatores already had the collectors in their teeth as he went to get the cocktail drip ready to put her to sleep. He pondered and thought about the combination, and in that state, she was not an easy patient, but certainly not.
I was awakened by someone lifting the two from beside me, and I was in stillness. The entire pack was here, and I just wanted to rest. Now, I couldn't bear any kind of medical intervention, and I knew I had been feeding at least part of the time. I hadn't slept all the time when the number two wasn't doing velvet, so I had been awake now and then. I wanted to just be left alone, to go to some bedroom and take care of this bug myself.
When Damon came over to my side, I turned on my side and pulled the covers over me better. I just wanted to rest. I'm not a patient or a sufferer of everything. The edges are on my glass, too.
Damon said, " Baby, you need an antibiotic, or your fever will be coming back in a minute. I know you don't want to. I can hear your thoughts, but baby, please, don't make me show you what I can do."
His voice was now irritated and left no room for negotiations.
I turned over on my back and let him cannulate me. I kept myself under control with everything I had. I had quite a lot of powers to be used, and this took a lot out of me. This keeping myself apparently relaxed enough and stopping Damon or any other salvatores from catching on that I'm pretty freaking vulnerable in this state, and I don't appreciate being seen by the whole fucking pack.
The entire pack was here. I could smell Mariella near me too, as well as Shadow and Mimosa as well. I had become maybe more an animal than human during than seven years and in the wild, you always hide your weakness from predators, and others too. Never show your weakness.
And then this guy comes along and blackmails me into behaving. Fine, yes, I can do it. That's not the point, but when I didn't even think about it, let's be brave and indifferent. I kept my eyes mostly closed, trying to appear to be sleepy. In reality, I was nothing but. I was frozen with panic, with fear, and controlling myself fully with my powers, keeping my mind thinking just normal thoughts and letting my panic be on my thought hideouts, deep in my mind.
I let him cannulate me and put the bag on the drip. He looked at me coldly and was very distant. I concentrated and controlled myself, down to my breathing and pulse. Sure, it was eating my resources and a lot of them, but the entire pack was here, and I was the oldest alpha female in the pack. I couldn't afford to be weak or Mariella would run me over. As well as Mimosa and Shadow as well.
I had made a thought hide that no one had found yet. Then Damon went on the computer and made the referral. Mariella went for the tubes, and I let him take them, too, without any control. I knew the price I was paying for this, the shed session memory, but fine. Then I suffer through it.
I could do this. I had no choice. I had to do this. This was a must. It was my instinct, and I had learned to work by them. They were nowadays embedded in very deep within me.
After all the blood was drawn, Damon looked at me and said, "You better have that cannula in place when we get back, baby, so I don't have to discipline you again."
His voice was artic, he was furious with me somehow. Probably because of this house. It did not help my state at all. This was not a normal patient, Doctor Damon, who could treat me no matter what. He had changed in that regard that he did not take any sort of behavior, not even I was restless.
I sighed and was quiet. Then everyone left the medbay, and I waited half an hour before I let my control partially disappear, let my pulse race, my breathing quicken, and my arms shake, but the cannula was left in place.
I could take it, and maybe that's how I learned to do it. I kept my radar open the whole time to see when they were coming back. I was feeling very restless. My fever spiked up quite high before any drug could bring it down at all.
I saw Damon had made a cocktail in one bag, and I should have slept, but this panic somehow unloaded all the drugs, so I didn't sleep. But I could pretend to sleep. I just need to retreat into my headspace to think. Then I can do it.
They were a long time away always, then coming smelling like sex and always a whole damn pack. To witness my frail state. My fever drove me to move, but I managed to get back into bed always before anyone came in. The fever medicine was chopped off with sedatives so I was not feeling fine. Hallucinations continued, mercilessly, but I managed to pull myself out from them every time it was needed.
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