Capítulo 9: 9. The Bat out of Hell.
I was being a good alpha female and ate my food. We had here a lot of aquariums too and looked at one as I was eating; it was so I could see it. There were a lot of fish swimming and I knew I had my 2000-liter huge goldfish aquarium in my main bedroom.
I was not gonna be so kind and let these two have main bedrooms from houses that I had bought and then we had houses with wings and then I would get my peace and quiet. I had there offices and a lot of hobby rooms too.
I knew it would be just a matter of time before Mariella wanted to see some other house, too. Preferably to see if there are main bedrooms to be conquered and fucked. I knew that my wings, well there were little rooms that we had not consecrated with Adam or Charles and I might get those two sometimes for myself too.
Mariella said, "Damon, dear, why don't we go shopping? You can give me as many flanks as you like. You know I get euphoric with them, so I am ready for them. And I love to see what there is in the shop. But how about you took Mimi with us too?"
Mariella wanted to go shopping with Damon, and Damon said, "Of course, darling, but are we taking my alpha female? You can see how she can take a dick in a shop. You know how arousing it is to fuck in a shop. Maybe it's time Mimi also learned how to do it."
They had walked to look at the aquarium, and Mimosa was explaining to them what fish was what species. And plants and such. Of course. Mariella wanted someday to make her aquarium with Damon. Damon told her I had made most of them by myself or with Mimosa. Mirella had not been so keen on fishes.
After the lecture about fish, plants, and food for them, Mimosa showed how to feed the fish, even though I had automatic feeders put in every aquarium. Of course. Mariella and Damon wanted to study all of what comes to aquariums and they weren't sure will there would be an automatic feeder in their aquarium, then one day when they do it.
I was still eating my dessert, chocolate mousse, made by Charles. He had also made from dark and ruby chocolate, this heart-shaped shell where this decant treat was.
Mariella whispered to Damon, "Dear, what Mimi is eating? I did not get any chocolate mousse and not in a chocolate shell. Have you checked that is suitable for Mimi?"
Damon glanced in my direction. I did not care; I had things going with Cornick when I tried to focus on eating this as sexy as possible, same time sending pretty graphic daydreams to him.
Damon came at me. Took my dessert and said, "Did I not give you already dessert, baby? I have not checked this out, this is not approved by me."
He took a bite, then Mariella came, and she tasted it too. So they ate my dessert together. I just smiled at Charles. I knew once these two would go in the shop, I might have some time with Cornick in my enormous bedroom. Mariella looked at me sharply.
She then went, wrapped herself around Damon, kissed him passionately, and said, "Of course, darling, take our alpha bitch to the shop. It'll do her good."
After breakfast, we went outside to the car as Mariella wanted to see the scenery and make out in the car. This was one of Pack's big SUVs, not one of my cars, so I didn't mind driving. I drove and let them snuggle into the back seat. I was thinking all the time about how to seduce Cornick.
Eventually, we arrived at the store. I parked my car when I found a suitable spot that didn't require any backing. We got out of the car and Mariella and Damon came after me, as I started walking across the parking lot.
The next observation I made was that I was tied to a table again so damn tightly. My head was full of drugs, and I turned my head. Mariella and Damon were both unconscious. Damon was lying on the ground.
They had some kind of devices attached to their heads with little lights on them, like some kind of futuristic EEG device. Mariella was on the table, cannulated, and something dripped into her. I knew somehow that Damon would blame me for this.
A voice from the front said, " Energy beings, how easy, baby, they are to keep unconscious. All you need is an energy thing like that. Then those two are harmless, but you, baby..."
Damien, of course. How the hell did he find out where we were? This guy won't stop.
He continued, " As you can see, Mariella gets the shells, just like you're getting. No, these aren't the same ones you got before. These are much more delicate and much more prone to disintegration. I'd say Mariella gets the medical problem pretty much when I decide to release them. Same with you, baby, but no one's looking out for you now with the lovely Mariella of the pack sick. You're on your own. I've already dropped eight bags of tender shells on you, so you're going to have these problems quite often."
He started again with his explanations. His voice hurt my ears somehow.
"Mariella only has two bags, but she needs no more because they're nasty. Damon, not me on him. Let him take care of you, or you'll see how worried he is about Mariella. But you won't be telling anyone about this for a while. You see. Those triple shells that you have had for several years, decades even, are prone to stress, and I have no idea how stressed some of them are already. These little medical problems will stress them even more. So one day, boom, they will break and then it is a little like a shed session but in the med bay, and no one can do anything but watch you die, pretty much. Now about your immediate future."
I could feel jelly pouring inside me. My belly was feeling very filled already.
" As you can feel, I'm gelling. And this is powerful stuff. Finally, I'll drip the other half of its ingredients. You'll be in a coma for 7 to 15 days. But no one will care. Then, your medical problem will already be well underway when you wake up. Remember to be independent, baby, as always. Now I've taken Damon's doctor's side away from you, too. By giving him better patience to take care of and Charles, well, he worships Mariella, too."
He paused as he changed the next jelly tank before continuing.
"So you will be alone and that stresses those triple shells so well, fever, sickness, need for calories, losing weight, all of those are stressors in your body and those shells are in your body, now every little molecule or peptide might start to break those shells, and it is like that the outer shell is toughest, so when that is breaking, rest will break too because there is some nasty stuff right under that outer shell. "
I felt how full of jelly I was. He talked all the time about how Damon will be upset to me, by endangering Mariella. How everyone in the pack thinks he is only after me and that I put everyone in danger. He talked about in what shape I would be when I would wake up, alone, sick, and the entire pack would be caring for Mariella. How Mariella is nothing compared to me and how he will separate me from the pack so that even Charles in not want me and then he will take me, in the shed, program to be his wife.
He ranted and talked, jellied me, and dropped those satanic shells. He told me that there are a lot of different ones. One shell type, well everyone will break at the same time and there are some of them more and some of them not so many, so the intensity of my medical problems will vary from time to time. But I should take an attitude of being sick, not at work. And being alone, too.
Damien dropped four more bags of shells on me and then the activator. He talked all the time. I could feel my consciousness starting to shut down. The last thing I noticed was him dragging Damon out of the car already. He stroked my hair. I flinched as my eyes were getting really heavy, most of the jelly had been absorbed and now the activator made the sedative or whatever tranq come on.
Damon woke up next to the car. He couldn't remember what the hell had happened. Mariella was unconscious, with Mimi next to her some distance away. His heart was racing, icy dread squeezed his heart for Mariella.
He went to Mariella." Darling, Mariella, wake up, come on."
Mariella's eyes snapped open. She looked at Damon and said, " Cold, it hurts. I feel sick." She was shaking, pale, confused, and moaning.
Damon gathered Mariella in his arms and tasted her blood. Infection and bad. Oh, fuck.
There was a note on the ground. " Dear Brother. it is funny to call you that. I put these little gifts for your wife, shells made of many unstable molecules with bacteria and some other stuff inside, especially for energy creatures. You will once again be your wife's savior. Damien, p.S. Don't worry about Mimi. I know you don't care for her. I'll have a use for her in the future. She's just sleeping. No need to wake her. She has been jellied into a coma, so you have time to care for your loved one. "
Damon grabbed Mariella and Mimi and teleported into the house. When Damon looked through Mimi, Charles and Adam were carrying Mariella to the medbay. She had been gelled, and most of it had already been absorbed. As the note said.
Well, Mimi would be asleep. He tasted Mimi's blood, and there were no panic pharmaceuticals in it. His teeth did not react at all because all he could think was Mariella. A drug in Mimi's system was something brand new. It was a very strong anesthetic. Mimi would sleep for days. He carried Mimi to her main bedroom a long way away from the medbay and left her there to sleep.
He still closed the door to the wing where the medbay was situated in this mansion. He wanted to keep things calm and if Mimi would wake up, she would not be bothering him. It was Mimi's fault that Damien had attacked them. He thought for a moment about how he could have found them, but the possibilities were so many and Damien's obsession with Mimi, well, it put everyone in danger.
Then he went to take care of Mariella. He went into the medbay and stripped naked. He went to Mariella's bed, took her in his arms, and sank his teeth into her neck. And let the substances drain out. Charles sat beside the bed the whole time. If Damon occasionally asked for something, he would help. He kept Mariella's hand in his. His protector radar screamed, and it was up to Damon to save Mariella. Charles could not act at all. Mimi did not come into his mind at all.
Damon was stuck with Mariella for 18 days. Nobody paid any attention to Mimi because Damon told them that Mimi was in a deep coma because of the jelly and she would sleep it off. And then they would have a discussion where Mimi had been sloppy and led Damien into their necks. Endangering Mariella was not a good thing in his mind and he was furious with Mimi.
I woke up in bed. I had a terrible cold, aching all over. My eyes were very sore. My ears were hurting. Fucking shells, I thought. I looked at my phone. I had been asleep for ten days. I knew I was in my main bedroom, far from medbay, which was ironically, in its wing in this mansion, and couldn't talk telepathically to anyone. Damon had put bonds closed on me.
I was not sure can Charles could even sense my distress and Mariella being sick; he did not know about me. I trembled all over because of the fever. I had a headache and photosensitivity, and I was feeling very ill. There was very little I could do, but something good had come out of all of my reading. I now had a little more knowledge to use to help myself.
So, once again, I have to do this alone. I always crawled to the bathroom if I needed to. There wasn't a terrible need. I got some dental stuff done, making me feel better. After four days, I could try to get out of this room towards the wing and medbay. I knew nothing about anyone else's condition.
I had no idea how bad it was for Mariella, so I used my knowledge and was an alpha female. I was way too sick and weak to change my shape. I had to also fight against my instincts to get up, somewhere safe, into hiding, to get better all by myself.
I always managed to walk a few steps, then I was going on my fours, too. Eventually, I dragged myself roughly to the ground. I finally got the door open and got into the corridor. It had taken three days. I had gone down three flights of stairs and, a few long hallways. The fever was soaring. Now, there was no more fever medicine as some ingredients had run out.
I crawled down the corridor with determination. I still had a ridiculously long way to go to medbay. I used everything that I could to keep me in some sort of shape. I was in a terrible state, but I could have been even worse. I did not need anyone, not yet at all.
Mariella woke up. Her rescue radar was alarming and bad. Damon was asleep next to her, wrapped around her. She was trying to make some sense of who her radar was alerting for. Damon was fine, and Charles slept in the chair next to the bed. He was looking tired, but fine. Wolves were fine too, and Adam came to see her. So it had to be Mimi.
But what had happened to them? The last thing she remembered was that they were going into the shop and then she woke up in the parking lot when Damon woke her up. Mariella quickly looked back through the past and saw Mimi's situation.
She saw Damien jellying Mimi and telling her how she would be sick, and then the pack would get rid of her because they would blame her. Damien had confessed to Mimi, that he had his way of monitoring the pack, not just Mimi. She saw Damien telling Mimi how he was going to turn the entire pack against Mimi. Mariella saw that Mimi had woken up days ago, dragging herself down of stairs. Not good.
"Honey, Damon, try to wake up. " Mariella started to wake Damon.
She shook him. Charles woke up too.
He said, "Thank god you are fine little one."
Mariella said, "I am fine, Mimi is not. Come on Damon, wake damn up."
Damon jerked up and opened his eyes. "Thank God you're okay. Damien, he did this. He is after Mimi and we got caught in the crossfire. Mimi is to blame."
Mariella sighed. She suspected something like that.
She said," Look at the past. Damien is watching at all, not just Mimi. He is trying to make us get rid of Mimi. To separate her from the pack so he can have her. Damon, Mimi needs us. She's in terrible shape; no one came to check on her, and Mimi's had a fever for eight days and a nasty infection, too. Right now, Mimi is trying to crawl down the hallway to here. But since everyone is hanging on to me, could we go and get Mimi here in Medbay and see her situation? She had crawled three flights of stairs, through very long hallways, and there was still a way to go. We show that we are not going by Damien's play. This is not Mimi's fault. "
Damon stood up.
He was now directly familiar with the protector link and radar again. He helped Mariella sit up when she insisted. And to stand. Mariella was in good shape. The energy creature recovers quickly because she can use the energy to get stronger without the need to eat. Damon groaned as his radar came out. Mimi was a mess and this would be a nasty infection. Mimi had had also shells. Different from Mariella, but the same approach. Full of bacteria and whatnot.
They changed into their scrubs and got the patient's bed ready. He had put spiked cuffs on it. This had been medbay done by Mimi, so Damon had to make a few adjustments here to be an effective place to hold and treat her. It was good to be a wizard. Damon set out the anesthetic drugs so he could make a cocktail if he needed to. They went off to find where Mimi was. Thank god the drug cabinet had been loaded.
I was on the move again when I heard footsteps approaching. I tried to sit up and got into a semi-sitting position. Must be strong, no weakness. I tried to get up to stand, not so easy.
Damon came and crouched down next to me. He put his hands on my shoulder to keep me down.
His voice was inquiring," What the hell, baby? Why didn't you let me know you were awake?"
I gulped and managed to reply, " No telepathy. You had put bonds down and I am too weak to push through. Will you help me medbay, and I'll feel better. The boys will take care of me, so you can be with Mariella. They are my doctors."
Damon stood up and lifted me into his arms.
He said to me," I am still your protector and my radar is screaming at me, so young lady, you can be sure that I will look you through."
Mariella was there too and felt my forehead. She said to me, "Really, Damon loves you, even he loves me too, just like you love those two. It is okay to love them both. So stop pushing Damon away from you and let him help you. You are in a terrible state."
I said, " Be careful. You'll get a burn. I'm so hot. Are you okay?"
Mariella nodded, and Damon carried me to the medbay and put me on the bed. I was so exhausted from all the crawling around that I almost collapsed into a puddle of jelly. But it was cold. I shook like a leave and Charles came by.
He saw my state and Mariella directed him gently away and said, "Not yet. We are not yet sure if she is infectious to you. Let us look her through. Go help wolves. They feel lonely and make some food too."
Charles furrowed his brow, but reluctantly turned around and went away.
Damon was taking, or trying to take, blood from my arm. It didn't come out of my veins. My blood pressure was really low, and I was feeling like I was about to pass out if I did anything extra. I felt so exhausted.
He muttered to himself, "Oh, it's a case like this. Fine, let's do it this way."
I had quite a lot of clothes on me, but he muttered some spell, undressing me fully. I was naked and my fever was soaring. He stuck a needle right into my heart and drew blood. He sniffed the tube and put the collectors in while Mariella sniffed. She put the collectors in, too.
I was so tired, but I had put in good use my new knowledge of being an alpha female. I had tried to keep my condition as stable as I could. I had found my panels. They are the control center of the supernaturals. You can consciously adjust body functions, pain threshold, drug resistance, and metabolism. Now I had time again. I had set my metabolism very low to save energy.
I tried to control my body temperature, but the infection was winning now and then. So I kept myself stable for as long as I could, almost eight days. Now, I should make adjustments slowly so that Damon or Mariella don't get suspicious.
I had read the book about the panels and knew Mariella hadn't read it. And yet, when Damon made me an alpha female, the panels came out right—also the alpha panel, the sex panel, and the power panel. My willpower was so evolved that I could use it to change some things physically.
I just had to remember my limits. I didn't know if others had the same ability, but my teleportation journey was equal to men's, just with the willpower. My willpower became more powerful the more I used it. As I said, telekinesis was also possible, and with it, I was partially using it moving. It took a lot of my strength to fight against the infection.
Damon examined Mimi carefully and downright scratched his head. Now, that woman's whole body was a mess. Mariella noticed that something was bothering Damon, and she couldn't understand why.
Mariella was also a little surprised because she was doing a very strong anesthetic that would put Mimi into a very deep sleep, and Damon was doing the same. Together, if they gave their stuff, Mimi would be in such a deep coma that it would be lucky if even Damon could find Mimi's thoughts without proper deep probing. That's how deep Mimi would be put by their stuff, but why?
Mariella asked Damon, "Damon, why are we making a fucking strong tranquilizer? You'd think a lady could sleep on less. And what's bothering you?"
Damon sighed and said, "Mimi has a fever of 47.8 Celsius, yet her metabolic rate is 0.2 on the radar, her blood pressure is nonexistent, her pulse is slow, breathing is slow. Her body should be hyperactive because of that fever. Plus, Mimi is still 39 kilos. If she has had a fever for eight days, she should have lost more weight. There is something really strange here now."
Mimosa came to the medbay and went to sniff Mimi. Then Mimosa came to Mariella and Damon.
She said, "Your little Mimi is now an alpha female, and has been for some time. Mimi has an independent nature, and one thing that has always bothered Mimi a little is that you have the power to make all the medical decisions. Mimi wants to reduce that. Mimi has found one particular book and read it very carefully and is currently doing as the book instructed. She had fleas bringing and finding books for her ever since you, Mariella, came into the picture, so she had read a lot and she has a very extensive little hidden library in her main bedroom."
Mimosa's voice was a little upset, like she was not particularly impressed by Mimi. Damon furrowed his brows, as Mimosa continued her explanation.
"She uses her panels. The panels are the control center, with shapeshifters. They regulate all body functions, heat, metabolism, pain threshold, and drug resistance. Everything. There are also several panels involved in sex. The lady has put herself on the economic flame and is trying to last as well as she can. Probably, she has a high pain threshold and good drug resistance—no sex drive. Usually, alpha males take the most pack of female panels. There's mine. Please adjust them however you like. But the alpha female never wants to give panels."
Damon said, "Fine, thank you, but what we can do about it? If she is not willing to give them, how can I get them?"
Mimosa snorted and looked at Mimi, who was shaking in bed, covered by several blankets that she had somehow gotten for herself.
She answered, "I believe your teeth will produce some sort of solution. Mimi, enough down by anesthetizing. You go inside her mind and take those panels and see to it any way that all the control center panels come in. Mariella will probably want to read that book first, or are you going to go and get it first from her mind?"
Damon's expression was stern as he glanced at Mimi. Damon didn't want Mimi to read just any book because, well, Mimi was strong. And not all knowledge was excellent for Mimi just because of that willpower.
They'd talked about Mimi a lot in all the time they'd been together, and now that Mimi was an alpha female in this pack, too, it would be up to Damon to keep that female in check at least part of the time. Mimi had a network of fleas who were loyal to her until the day she died, and through them, Mimi got information, jewelry, and everything, including books to crystals.
Damon wanted that network at some point to be put in check so that Mimi was no longer in charge, but he didn't know how to do it. How to stop people from being loyal to Mimi, the flea? And when he wanted to spend time with Mariela, but on the other hand, Mimi always offered a challenge, always something to do.
"'Darling, what do you recommend? " Damon asked in a silky soft voice.
At the moment, he didn't mind if Mimi was sick. He could and would love to show her how powerful he was. Mimi's weakness gave him only an advantage to put her in place.
Mariella thought for a moment before answering, "To Mimi, of course, you'll tell her, you know, at the same time we'll put her in restraints, and these little bags will drip, and you'll tell her what's in them. For her medical power of attorney, you are the pack leader, her husband, and her alpha, so act like it."
Damon listened attentively. He liked where Mariella was heading.
She continued. "We'll also draw up an even broader mandate for you on Mimi's affairs, money, health, and nutrition. I have witches in magic houses who can make this happen very fast and without Mimi's approval, we need only Adam and Charles to sign off on this. They may treat her too but you will be responsible for her affairs and everything. We're going to use it right up to the judge for verification."
Damon nodded. Boys would be no hindrance. He had already seduced them, too. They would do what he would ask them to do.
Mariella went on. She had a good point. "The reason will be those shells. Mimi will be in constant danger of getting sick and needing medical attention so she is not fit to care for herself. You can do the same for me too if you want to. I have nothing to control, only me. Mimi will be under your guardianship after that, and if she ever tries to seek help elsewhere, at any point, this will always come up first. You will be contacted."
This was going to be good, just perfect. Damon smiled thinly now.
Mariella carried on, "We will also tell Mimi this before she falls asleep. And please teach Mimi that it's okay to stroke her hair. Damien stroked her in that way so it would be more on again. That dodging it's a reflex, and it always brings a shed session to Mimi's mind, even for a moment. That was Damien's point, to remind her of the entire session. From what you've told me and what I've watched, the goal of every session was to leave as bad a traumatic memory as possible. I know we can erase memories, and we do, but I feel like it's a decades-long fight."
Damon kissed Mariella and said, "You're a little nervous about that book. Don't worry, I'll take all the information away from Mimi in our minds. But for now, I'm going to go to my wife to discuss our future together, because, after this stunt, I don't know if Mimi's quite so good at flitting off to wherever by herself. And what comes to missions and such, I'm not sure about those either. "
I continued to adjust my state of being. I was now in medbay, getting treatment, hopefully, a course of strong antibiotics and some fever meds. I got my metabolism up a bit. I kept the pain threshold high, so it was bearable. My muscles ached, and nausea was on all the time, but panels helped a little bit too. Nutrient uptake could be improved, and that's why I raised my metabolism.
Sex stuff, you don't need that. No breeding, no heat. I had read a lot of alpha female stuff and I knew it would be possible for me to put others in heat and not myself. It would be so convenient, if their heat would last three months, well three months to work to put everything in order before I would get sick again. Drug sensitivity, especially to tranquilizers, yep. I don't want to sleep.
Damon walked over to my bed and squatted down. He leaned his hands on the bed and put his head on his hands.
He looked at me and whispered, but firmly, "You know, Mimi, how many things change? First, Mariella will make a new power of attorney, a mandate, anything that I have the power to decide about your health matters but also about money matters, food. You will be my charge. I will be your guardian. The reason being those shells. You are in constant danger of medical problems, needing support, and caring for, and it is an excellent reason. "
Oh shit, me, not like this at all.
He smiled as he continued, "Quite a lot of things will have to be approved by me then, buying houses and cars. Even maybe air travel. But you seem to be teleporting quite a bit. That willpower of yours, I was just wondering, it probably belongs to the pack. Now what will happen is that you go to sleep, deep, deep sleep. Mariella and I made you a really strong anesthetic. When you're in a coma, we'll come into your head, and I'll take over, baby. I will be taking every single panel, taking over your control center, and putting you under control. Oh boy, when you wake up, you'll know you're alive. And you'll lose all the knowledge you read in that book. You can't store it anywhere. And whatever other books you might have read. I will find all the info and take away stuff that is not good for you."
Then Damon stood up and took one of my hands and put it on the spiked shackles where the springs were and did the same with the other side.
He looked at me and said, " Those are just formalities. You're in no condition to fight me. Now I'm going to put a central line and those bags on the drip and sit next to you, baby, until you fall asleep. You'll soon learn to be under me in more ways than one, baby. Just remember there's gonna be consequences for doing that. "
Damon stroked my sides. He said, "Think baby, here, someday, you will feel bubbling, little movements when our cubs are growing in your womb, our first litter." He seemed almost dreamy.
I didn't want to breed. I'd already turned off the panel in reproduction. Damon stood up and cannulated me, then hung two bags and put them on the drip. He walked over to sit next to me and brushed the hair from my forehead. I dodged.
Now, he didn't back down, either. "Now, Mimi, we'll study here while you start to fall asleep. There's nothing wrong with my touch, nothing at all. I'll teach you a better touch. I'll replace what Damien always did, and then you'll learn better. First, close your eyes and smell passionfruit. Now focus on my touch, feel it. Now think real hard about what I'm doing, how it feels. Now, open your eyes. Am I looking at you like a piece of meat? No, I'm looking at you like an unruly alpha bitch who's going to get excellent treatment after a little recovery. And Mimi, now you're living here with us. No more flamboyance, no more road trips, no, now it's pack life a la Salvatore. And we shall look also at how much I will let you work or go on missions. "
The medicine took effect, and I felt how difficult it was to stay awake. Things were going to change. Oh fuck, under Salvatore's tutelage. Pack life. The Lord clipped my wings off. Well, luckily, the houses are pretty big, but I'm not going to get fucked under that...was the last thought before I fell into a deep black well.
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