Capítulo 232: 31. Runaway Train.
I walked up the stairs, went into our bedroom, and sat on the bed, panting, enjoying this incredible euphoria that went through my body, making me feel warm, happy, and calm. Gone was the headache, the irritation, the light sensitivity and I walked to the window so as not to open the curtains fully and let the sun warm me, looking out on the same beautiful summer day. I felt really amazing, and I wasn't even thinking about what I had actually done.
I stood under the hot water of the shower, feeling the steam enveloping me. Suddenly, a wave of realization crashed over me. I hastily wrapped myself in a towel and sat on the edge of the bed, trembling uncontrollably. The fear that gripped me was palpable, my heart racing in my chest.
The once euphoric feeling now felt unsettling, sending cold shivers down my spine. Overwhelming anxiety consumed my thoughts as the weight of my actions sank in. I had been attacking and feeding on Bran for so long that I could no longer hear his heartbeat.
Had I just killed him? I couldn't deny the twisted pleasure I felt when that heartbeat ceased, but in my haze, I hadn't fully comprehended what I had become - a monster, a beast, consumed by my vampire nature. Even Damon, who had been brought into my life by Bran, wouldn't understand me now if he knew I had possibly murdered his friend.
Doubt clouded my mind, unsure if I could continue leading the fleas. If I had indeed ended Bran's life, I would have to flee, hiding from the world because I posed a danger to others. And there would undoubtedly be consequences. I anxiously waited, my heart pounding, for Samuel or Adam to burst through the door in a fit of rage upon discovering Bran's lifeless body. I knew this was a horrific situation. The anxiety grew so intense that I vomited, expelling most of the blood from my stomach.
After a couple of hours, I heard Bran's voice. Relief swept over me like a tidal wave. He was tougher than I knew, and I fell into bed to lie down. I had thrown up most of the blood, so my blood lust wasn't completely gone, but I was already determined to get out of Chicago, go for a drive, and then find my food on the streets like a normal vampire and try to get my blood farms in order. I would leave in the morning.
Then I remembered I should probably eat, too, as I got dizzy getting out of bed too quickly. I waited until everyone had had their evening meal and then went to eat myself. At first, I was thirsty, and I took a half-liter bottle of Coca-Cola and drank it. I sipped coffee that was in the pot with the leftovers; it was still lukewarm, nothing that tasty, but it had caffeine in it.
I was sitting at the table; I reached out to take another bottle of Coke when suddenly I started seeing double images, and my hand didn't connect. Oh fuck. Chloral hydrate still worked on me after all these years. I rolled off the chair onto the floor and saw the legs coming towards me.
Bran crouched down next to me and hissed in an emotionless voice. "Well, little girl, you shouldn't have done that, but never mind. I'll show you how vampires are treated."
Then came the darkness.
Bran looked at the unconscious creature emotionlessly, then lifted it into his arms. He had already called the alphas and betas and told them they had another vampire to deal with. They had found a suitable place and prepared it.
Bran carried the creature to the car, took a large syringe of vervain, and injected it directly into the creature's heart, causing it to convulse even though it was unconscious. Bran watched the creature with a contented, bitter smile on his lips. He could never be a vampire or a loved one. Let someone willingly drink his pure blood.
Bran had tried to be civil with vampires, but he saw them only as bloodsuckers, roughly soulless demons, and only the wolf half of this creature and Salvatore gave them any kind of soul. He drove to a prearranged place after he had announced that the creature was on his ride and in his possession.
He arrived at an abandoned factory. There were several cars in the parking lot. He waited as two betas came, picked up the creature, tied it up with silver chains, and dragged it inside, hanging it by the arms. There was a hole already made in the wall with strong iron shackles attached, and the men first put the creature on the table, stripped it naked, cannulated it, and started draining the blood out of it.
They cannulated its heart with a thick trocar, and dark blood gushed out of it. Bran had ordered all the blood to be bagged. He would keep it for himself, as he knew the creature had healing properties. He would take the blood to Montana when he could and then use it to help his own pack in due course. The creature had 50 liters of blood, and he watched with satisfaction as 300 liters had been drained and surprisingly quickly.
The creature was pale, withered already. Then, when the 400 liters had been drained away, they bricked up the wall, carefully making it exactly like the other walls. Bran looked at the creature, its teeth showing. The skin was already visibly withered, black veins showing around its eyes and neck, its skin now a distinct shade of grey. The vervain fell mercilessly by gravity into the creature. The creature opened its eyes. They were blood red.
I woke up. It took me a while to get my head around the sensation of all the sensations assaulting me before I could separate anything from my surroundings. I was stuck somewhere; I tried to move myself and realized I was in a standing position, and again, I was hungry and hard. I then remembered how there had been chloral hydrate in the coca-cola, Bran. Oh fuck.
I was fucked when I realized a bit more about my surroundings and opened my eyes; this was a dim place, but my eyes stung. Something was burning my throat from the inside. I was tied to the wall with a metal shackle, and I could smell the vervain, of course, weakening and irritating my vampire side.
The vervain burned in my veins, making my breathing quicken, and every breath was pure fucking pain, as my throat felt like sandpaper. This was a basement of some sort and there were men, werewolves, some of them alpha males leading their packs, some beta males. I noticed that two men were walling me up inside the wall. I tried to speak, but no sound came out of my throat.
Bran walked over to me. "Now you, little girl, are learning. Don't worry, Damon won't miss you for two or three months because Damon's out partying, girls, booze, you know. I'm gonna teach you how I'm gonna put a vampire bitch like you in order. Let's see if you want to drink any more blood after this treatment, other than blood bags. You might not be a vampire anymore, then. I've cured you of that, and if you're so fucking weak, the blood of a mouse will be enough for you then."
Bran looked at me emotionlessly. I remembered Samuel's and Adam's warnings, but Bran was so much worse than Damon. Now Damon's two-week stabbing or the whole fucking wedding was nothing. Like a proper bad guy, Bran had to have the whole fucking thing explained to me. His voice was hurting in my ears.
"I'll tell you what's going on. You have now had your blood drained from you eight times—about 400 liters. Your fangs are showing, so it's working. Now we have put a very strong solution of vervain into your veins, as much as we can get into your veins, as you can see it is still flowing inside you. This prevents and slows down the making of extra blood. So you've been vervainated. Then we're gonna put you inside this wall, as you can see how the boys here are already working. There's a boiler nearby, and the heat will help dry out your tissues. I've given you the anti-hibernation drug so that it won't work."
His voice was an angry hiss, but he was enjoying this. I did not know why he hated vampires this much.
"Little girl, you're gonna be hungry. You're gonna feel the vervain burning in your veins. You'll feel your tissues drying up, and you'll be hungry, hungry all the time. You'll feel your vampire side weakening. I think Mirella will die from this. I don't regret it at all. I suspect you'll be completely dehydrated in a month and a half for about 40-50 days, but do I remember when to tell anybody where you are? Or do I want to? What I know is that Salvatore doesn't give a damn, as long as the women and booze keep flowing. Maybe Damon may even regret remarrying you."
Bran was very upset about our marriage. He let it show and heard as he talked on.
" Then, after the party is over. I'll come here and pick you up myself, take you somewhere in my house, and we'll have that alpha party I promised. Then we'll see how you're doing. Either you're a good little bitch. Or if you have another miscarriage, if this one takes the vampire out of you, you'll just be a fertile female, ready to make babies for me. I've cured a couple of vampires with this method. They were no longer vampires; they were crazy afterward. And a little girl. Don't worry. I'll try to help your little organization. I'll see that Adam, Charles, Samuel, and Magnum party, and then I'll get to know your people better."
There were a lot of vervains in my veins. Every breath felt and hurt. Bran came to me when I was already walled up to the neck. He twisted my mouth open and swished something from a small bottle into my mouth, making the pain explode.
I felt my throat burn shut; it swelled, and I heard my breath rasping, wheezing. Then he took it to my face; I closed my eyes, but it felt like acid was exploding in my face; I felt several more gasps still.
Bran said, " Holy water. Your looks may be gone, but all I need is your pussy and your womb. "
I couldn't open my eyes anymore; Bran kept spraying the holy water wherever he could until the last brick was put in place. The searing pain ripped through my skin as if a thousand fiery needles pierced me. It felt as though my throat was being scorched by an inferno, leaving a trail of raw agony in its wake.
The intense burn seemed to melt away my very face, leaving me disoriented and disfigured. My mind became a chaotic mess, overwhelmed by the relentless hunger and the flow of blood. Darkness clouded my vision, flickering lights dancing behind closed eyelids.
A bloodlust surged within me, so overpowering that it consumed every thought. Each heartbeat was a torment as the poison of vervain coursed through my veins, weakening me further. Gradually, the heat took its toll, my heart beating slower and weaker with each passing moment.
Hunger transformed into an excruciating pain, searing through my brain. Confusion engulfed me as I struggled to discern what I craved the most. In the recesses of my mind, I visualized Mimosa, her body wracked with convulsions, expelling a vile green slime. Mirella's coffin appeared charred and decayed, smoke curling out from its depths. I realized the holy water was relentlessly eroding Mirella's strength.
My flesh began to wither and dry, while my consciousness slipped into a state of standby, overridden by an insatiable thirst for blood. Nothing remained of my former self but a savage creature, driven solely by a desperate need for blood, and an insatiable appetite for it.
Adam had been worried ever since Bran had once again drunkenly gone to threaten Mimi who had a bloodlust, Samuel had warned, Adam had warned, even Nick had called and warned don't fucking piss her off, so Bran had to go. Then Mimi had drunk the Bran down. It's not like Bran is going to die from taking it as a bloody insult. Then Bran had a party at the Georgia and got Damon to come.
It was there that Adam had heard the entire plan behind the wedding. Damon had just sat and drank, not fucked anyone, and Adam had then asked him in the kitchen. " Why did you drug Mimi at the wedding and stab her at night? What was the point of the whole honeymoon? "
Damon glanced over at Adam. Realizing his friend could see right through him; it didn't help now to pretend he didn't remember. Damon motioned for Adam to come into one room so Bran or anyone else wouldn't hear.
He said, " I have the volcano inside me, your true evil, and that's what made me invent the stabber and the rib crusher. Somehow, I'm fighting it, and the power, the power I get from keeping Mimi completely under my control, drugged, helps me keep the volcano in check, as does the night stabbing. I enjoy Mimi's pain, not the pain. I enjoy making Mimi feel and feel strongly that I'm winning her over and completely in control. I don't want to hurt her too much, but it's a vampire thing. I'm not a sadist like Spike or Drusilla, and I don't want Mimi to scream in pain. No. I just want my power over her."
Adam thought for a moment. He figured it out. Mimi was invincible, the toughest creature in the universe, and Mimi's attitude, her rage, was probably part of the equation.
He then asked, " What was the vampire thing? Then what were you planning?"
Damon sighed. "Well, as Mimi has evolved into a vampire, she hasn't been turned, and she doesn't have a sire now. The sire bond is almost a mating bond between vampires, and my intention was to build it. It involved me trying to get Mimi's bloodlust, and again, that's difficult because she's a super strong vampire and drank very strong blood. Hence, the night stabbings were part of that too, but I would have continued them on the honeymoon, got her wildly bloodthirsty, and then made her drink from myself, again arousing the bloodlust and satisfying it. It would have made a sire bond between us, and then the rest of the holiday I had booked in the Canary Islands as a sex holiday."
Adam was silent. Now he understood, and he had, in fact, ruined Damon's entire plan.
Damon looked at him sharply and said, "It is what it is. Maybe I should have said something, but it would have weakened my hold over Mimi when you knew about it, well that's what happened: I had a place booked in Switzerland, and I put Mimi into a deep sleep when her bloodlust was getting to where she was considering attacking me."
Adam nodded. They had then returned to the others, and Adam had been drinking himself, now knowing the truth and how he had ruined the whole fucking great honeymoon. So he grabbed the bottle and drank. Damon didn't fuck. He, too, drank or always went away and then came back in the evening to drink, but no woman would even come near him.
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