Capítulo 60: 20. Crash, Boom, Bang!
Damon sighed and ran a hand through his hair. There was not something in place here. He was missing something. He looked at Mimi's results and didn't understand. They had been taking care of Mimi, the entire pack, for a week. She was sleeping, and the antibiotic was doing its job, but the results were all over the place. She had lost weight; she looked frailer and tired and her blood was not what it was supposed to be. Her cortisol was through the roof. Sign of stress.
It was as if Mimi's metabolism was somehow out of whack, but everything was calm every time they were there. But when they went to unburden their consciences and who knows what, Damon wasn't watching his radar. He was pleased that the cocktail worked, and Mimi didn't cool down at all with it.
He had not touched her, not moved her, just changed bags or let Mariella do that when he had made the cocktail ready. They had not even gone always is shower when they had been checking on her. He had now taken new blood tests and did not understand these results.
But there was something strange about it. Adam, Charles, and the boys were cooking, but the wolves were often on the medbay when they were putting Mimi's IVs in place.
They went to eat, and Damon sighed and said while Charles and Adam were eating too, almost to himself out loud. "I don't understand the physiology of that girl, not one bit. She's asleep, sedated, fed, on antibiotics, and yet she's gaining so damn little weight, she is actually losing weight. Her blood tests are all over the place. I've tried to bring the entire pack with me so that if she senses, she'll know she's not alone. I don't know what to do anymore. Her cortisol is through to roof. Sure mark of stress, but why?"
Charles thought for a moment and then sighed. He wondered how to be diplomatic, but when he couldn't soften the truth either. He focused for a while, cursed to himself for not picking this up earlier, but he had to tell the truth to the pack leader.
Charles said, "First things first. Miss is not asleep. She's fooling you in some way, and she's using all her power to play sleeping while you're around. She knows you are going, and we are going to fuck; yes, she smells, so she knows the radar is off. I bet most of the time, that girl is in a god-awful panic and spends her energy on it. I bet those hallucinations are on, too. Her fever spikes when you leave, so she chops off fever meds as well as sedatives. She moves but manages to get back to bed before you come in."
His voice was quiet. He was not blaming them. He was just telling the truth.
"She's unloading those drugs with panic, and then when the whole pack and especially the other females are there, she's pretending to be sleeping, you were quite strict with her at the start, making it clear that you are not allowing her to move or else... She can't afford to be vulnerable because you, Mariella, have made it clear more than once that you don't respect Mimi's position but try to jump up her nose so she doesn't feel safe there. I have been out of the loop too, not noticing this. Now I can feel her panic right at this minute. She has hallucinations going on, but she hides them. My guess is she has a fever. If the infection clears up soon, Mimi and I are going to have a little therapy session. She needs close care and fast, too."
Damon cursed under his breath. Oh fuck, he can't remember. But then again, time passed, and everything happened. Maybe what bothered him more was that Charles was so fucking attentive to Mimi's stuff and grabbing all those. Maybe he'd been a bit on edge when he'd gone to take care of Mimi, but when he saw it. Two teeth in his neck, caring for her while he, the fucking machine, was fucking his wife. He had not been thinking as always. Fuck with him.
He finished his meal and said, "I'll take care of Mimi, not you. I'll try to get her to rest, and I'll take her next to me. Here goes the time that goes. It was my mistake, and I'll have to fix it. Darling, you get to do the house, and I'll take you to one room first to show you a few things, so you might find some real motivation. You might want to talk with her and with her contacts soon enough."
Mariella frowned, wondering if this was another show of strength. She had wanted to fuck with Damon and helped him unload because number two had teeth in her neck. It had been something that Damon had not done in decades and it had been so a colossal blow to him. She left to follow Damon, and they headed for the basement.
Mariella was getting pretty suspicious, and Damon said, his voice had now hint of smugness in it, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, but you might have a pretty big talk with Mimi about this then."
Damon laughed low. Mariella followed, and Damon opened one room. As he opened the door, Mariella took a couple of steps backward and put some of her shields in place. 1800 gigantic tanks of miscellaneous energy appeared. She took a breath, and she went into the room.
It was Mimi's stone room, full of charged stones. The Lord knows what energies are in it, and Mariella sighed. This would be a wonderful project, but also a fucking laborious one. And oh, most of these stones would have been recovered. One of these could go into that energy inside Mimi. The room was enormous, and there were an ungodly number of rocks.
She wanted to definitely talk with her about these. She knew that each of these could hold energies or emotions and these were raw. There was no set spell in them. When you buy or get an emotional stone from the witch, there is a spell put in place, making sure that stone is not overloaded and it can hold on to just a certain amount of emotion.
But these beauties were raw, loaded up with Mimi's emotions, her powers, and energies. What a goldmine. Just to think. If the universe's unwilling, uncontrolled, strongest siphon gets these kinds of stones, she will fill them up with such raw power. Mariella was more excited, and if Damon had tried to seduce her, she would have declined. Now Damon could go, leave her in her heaven.
She walked deeper into the hall after Damon and saw enormous boulders taller than Damon. Some of them were empty, and Mariella said, " Those could be where Mimi's power could go, and pretty damn good too."
Damon grunted. He was also very disturbed by the entire space, the amount of rocks, and the different energies there.
Mariella said, " Just get Missy sorted out. I don't really care if you nest with her or whatever. Don't snatch so much from these stones. These are mine. We're going to start the pack for this project, and oh boy, am I going to be loaded after this?"
Of course, she knew Damon was sucking up the energy as he passed by. Damon kissed her again and then left. She was so freaking excited. This was heaven and once Miss would be okay, she would have to tell her where she had gotten these.
I was awake and noticed Damon was coming. Fine, we'll put ourselves right in line. I just managed to get back to bed and push the shed session into the back of my mind. I didn't know how long I could do this, but if the antibiotic worked, and the fever was mostly gone, so I could recover in peace.
Damon walked into the medbay by himself, didn't even turn on the light when he came to my bedside, squatted down, and said, " You're awake, aren't you? Aren't you? But now, missy, we're going to change to the other room, and I'm going to take the cannulas off, everything off, and we're going to go in there to your bedroom, our future bedroom, to rest, and I'll help you, you'll be safe. I am in your mind to shield you from those hallucinations. We will look at what you need then after I get you feeling safe and secure. As I haven't learned yet again, I completely understand that you don't want to trust or look weak. But now it's just you and me. No one else will come, and we'll start getting you ready. "
He stood up and removed the cannula, stroking me for a moment. When he removed the blanket, he saw my hands were still shaking, even though I was holding them close together. I was so tired and I hoped that this damn infection would be soon overcome.
He said, "Well baby, I am gonna lift you in my arms and remember to breathe. I will help with all I have, pheromones are one good thing here. So just relax."
He sighed, lifted me into his arms, pressed my head against his neck, and released some pheromone, which helped. He also used his protector power and teleported us to my most sacred room. I had sworn that I would take no one in and always sleep here alone. He put me on the bed, closed the door, and sealed the room.
He said to me, "See baby, this will be ours. I will make room for us in every house from this day forward, too. We are married, after all. You just relax, and rest for a while before I get everything done."
Then he started changing everything, changing the curtains and carpets, making a ceiling light and taking it in his hands, levitating, and putting it in place. Then my whole sacred room was finally transformed, and I had made my hands stop shaking. His will in my mind had stopped that shed session fully. I felt quite cold. My fever was rising still. He went into the shower and washed himself there, came bundled up in one of my giant bathrobes, and sat on the edge of the bed.
He said, " Sorry for traumatizing you for a week. When I'm not always thinking, I still haven't remembered to learn to take these things into account."
I said, " I am more like an animal nowadays, female more than a woman. Yeah, I'll be better one day and not such a nervous wreck. My instincts are quite darn strong and I go by them."
Damon looked at me for a moment and breathed, " Baby, you may be a nervous wreck. Be an animal, but you know what? I am one too. Damn, it just goes to show that you feel it, too; you need me. And now, baby, I get to help you and help you properly."
He stroked me for a moment, then resumed drying off and stood up. He was now smiling at me.
He said, " I was a dick to you initially, but I was so upset to see number two with his fangs in your neck and I took it out of you. My apologies for that. You get in the shower later, baby. There's no rush, but I'll be right next to you, and then everything will be fine."
He went into the bathroom, put the bathrobe and towel on the hook, turned off the lights, and came to bed. He kept the room dim and took me in his arms, against him. I clung to him.
I said, " You put the ceiling light on, dammit, well, better late than never. And for this house."
Damon laughed genuinely and stroked me. He kept me tightly against himself. Not even a postage stamp would fit in between us.
He said, "Just rest there, relax, close your eyes, and go to sleep. I'll protect you so you don't get in a shed."
I pressed my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and calming down completely. I was so tired and drowsy that I let sleep take me.
Damon felt Mimi's body relax as she finally fell asleep. He held her in his arms and gave her a steady stream of his pheromones. He was pleased that he had convinced her that pheromones were a good thing, not a bad thing, and she was good and took every pheromone. She had still an infection but if she rested her body would start to kick it out. His pheromones were the magic word in this.
Yes, he could use them for control; it was not forbidden in his books, but he was now trying to build up some real trust, get Mimi in better shape, and then clean up the alpha power, this time properly. At least for once. It would not get fully pure but a little cleaner. That would take a couple of weeks of preparation. After that, there could then be another little power unleashing, this time with those crystals.
They would take the power from Mimi and then put it into the mineral each time and get more power. Then they should be able to get quite less of that loose power, and maybe this pack's life will be quite normal. Damon wasn't thinking about anything special. He was adventuring in his wife's head, looking for all the experiences. He was dispelling what he could find without a care in the world.
He knew those seven years had traumatized Mimi and now he was trying to mitigate the trauma, to help her recover. Anything, even the slightest nasty bit of memory. He took it away. And he went way beyond those seven years, too. Looking for shed sessions, imprisonment in medical institutes, anything he could find and fade away. He did not delete them fully, only making them hazy, and not important, but they were there, like old pictures, not like 3D movies.
Mariella and the pack spent two weeks clearing out the stone room. She was tired. They had fucked whenever and with whomever because the lady had loaded so incredibly many rocks with either lust or sheer sex drive. But now, every stone was where it should be.
She was so very happy and those sex, lust, and sex-drive-filled stones were in a tightly secured place. She was not granting access there to anyone. They could be useful if needed. For example. To load Mimi herself if there would be a need.
The blocks were in one designated room, and two, five, and seven were setting it up. It would be the power-down room. Damon had told him a couple of days ago that Mimi was getting pretty good. He had given her little dental assistance for that infection and it was pretty much gone now.
But the next step was to clean the alpha power. That required two weeks of sedative gelling beforehand so that the lady would be completely harmless because the cleansing would take time and energy. She was so freaking powerful a creature.
They couldn't afford for her to fight back now, so this was the safest course of action, but as she had reportedly done something surprising, Mariella would have to come into the other bedroom where he had moved Mimi.
Mariella went into the room, and Damon came out of the shower. Mimi was asleep in bed under the sheet, and Mariella could see that she was in pretty good shape. The master had been giving to her more energy transfers. Damon came in, wrapped himself around his wife, and kissed her passionately.
Mariella eagerly emptied the glands of his tongue so many times until they were no longer full. She was so loaded with all sorts of fun energies and she was eager to test them out. She had about 850 tanks being sorted because Miss had made huge mixed energy boulders and she was the only one who could sort them out. She was ready for the next phase in their lives, and she had no idea what was coming.
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