Capítulo 187: 27. Poison.
Mariella was overjoyed as she lay beside Damon, finally feeling complete. They had completed most of their interviews and their story had been featured, drawing attention to the world of magic houses. Many witches were now available for interviews, and Mariella was pleased with the publicity their entire pack had received. Even the wolves had been interviewed, including men like Wulfe and Magnum, who had given thoughtful responses.
Mariella knew this was just the beginning, but she felt like herself again. Perhaps in the future, they would consider returning to work, but for now, being at home with Damon and their companions felt perfect. Being surrounded by these amazing creatures made her feel safe and loved. The journey to this point had been challenging, but it had made her appreciate life and her health even more.
Not to mention the deep connection she shared with Damon and their passionate moments of fucking as fast and hard as possible. Mariella felt a bit weak, as her stamina had not fully recovered, but her mind craved more mind-blowing orgasms. She had to pace herself because her body couldn't handle as much as her mind desired god hard sex as she was a lust creature.
However, she was grateful that she was no longer a frail, drugged creature trapped in a cage. Occasionally, she caught glimpses or had memories resurface, but the telepath beside her would gently and patiently cleanse her mind, preventing her from traumatizing herself. Part of her wanted to hold on to those memories, as she believed they could help her in the future, but Damon insisted on removing them.
He believed it was in her best interest. She couldn't stop him, and she sensed he felt remorse for not being able to protect, save, or alleviate her suffering more effectively. Mariella suspected he felt guilt because the wolves had endured far worse than she had. Those memories were something Damon couldn't erase, as the wolves had guarded their minds against his abilities. They chose to keep those memories, and Mariella respected their decision.
Mariella had not had the time to be anyone's protector, and despite her needs, Charles had been really distant. However, Salvatores were flocking around her, so maybe that was one reason why Charles kept his distance. Mariella knew that several Salvatores regularly unloaded at the gym with Wulfe and Magnum, and maybe at some point, she might do it too. Wolves had done it too, and it had helped them.
Sometimes Mariella felt better, and other times she felt like a damn loser. She was weak and unable to deal with her trauma any other way than by fucking her demons away. Of course, she could tell herself that she was an energy creature, a lust creature, but then again, so were others, and not everyone was fucking as eagerly as she was. Not even the wolves, who had been pretty eager to engage in bedtime activities in the past. Maybe they had gotten over it, or perhaps their trauma had been a bigger hit, and they had such rage that they needed a physical outlet, not just physical pleasure.
They had to beat something, do something physically. Mariella understood that her physical health was not really up to par for missions, but then again, work was not on her mind, not at all, at least for now. She could do some office work, but going on missions, not now. And she was not sure why. Was it just because of that one time, or was it because she had not yet fully recovered despite what she felt? It might be a combination of all those things and then some others, too. Some version of PTSD or something as she had not really encountered a mission going awry until this had happened.
Maybe if Mimi would come back someday, and they would see what pack life would be like, maybe then they could move on. And maybe Mimi would have some wise things to say or know what they would have to do in order to get over this for good. It just could not be that time would be the only thing that helps. There had to be some other way, too.
Mariella kept Damon busy enough that he did not even think to check on Mimi on his protector radar or with his telepathy. She had her jealousy flaring up, but she hid it mostly from Damon. Lust and sex kept them both busy. Magnum, Wulfe, and the others had so much to do that no one paid any attention to what was going on with Mimi.
The two Damons, Number One and Six, were both nodding off, and Mariella couldn't help but feel happy, loved, and completely safe. She wanted to lie there, between them, fucked to bits. It was exactly what she needed and wanted in her life, at least for now. She remembered a song called "Salvation" by Roxette, and it made her feel like she and Damons were each other's salvation. They had saved each other countless times.
Sometimes Mariella couldn't help but feel like a victim, weak and in need of protection, and that's exactly what she wanted. To be loved, protected, and smelling of sex, and sweat, she saw them as scents of passion. She didn't want to be strong or a savior, and she was content with being cared for. She wasn't Mimi.
Whenever Number One would harm himself, meaning eating wrongly or forgetting to take a dump, she would direct Numbers Two and Four to operate on him, so she didn't have to deal with it every time. She learned she didn't always have to take care of everything, as other surgeons in their group could operate on their hivemaster, as they affectionately called him. He wasn't the king of the Salvatore hive, but rather the hivemaster.
Mariella was satisfied with how things were. It took some time for them to feel more stable and for the mood swings that everyone who had been captured experienced to settle down. Mariella no longer felt like a ticking time bomb. She could finally enjoy life and look forward to the future. Their physical fitness was improving as well, although the blood tests showed some deficiencies. Wulfe had made potions to help with that, even though they tasted terrible and had some unpleasant side effects like rashes and body aches. Wulfe assured them that it was normal and just part of the process.
Their lives had been a rollercoaster ride, but in Mariella's mind, there was no doubt about the choices they had made, even though it had been a challenging experience. Damon's mental cleansing had lifted a huge burden off her shoulders, and she saw their decision to make it public as a positive one. Despite its limited impact on the activities of the bad guys, who were less active in South America compared to North America, it still had an effect.
Of course, it would have been perfect if that hit had been much more successful. However, Mariella couldn't help but think about the many reasons why it fell short of perfection. Maybe it was because of Mimi, or the lack of proper villains. Not that her choice was wrong, though. It had been good to make it public.
The Magic House was a prime target for reporters, and despite their initial reluctance to be interviewed, they eventually embraced their role. It's not like reporters didn't call their phones or surround them with drama when Mariella went shopping with a few Salvatores.
It was quite a hassle. It prevented Mariella from indulging in her second favorite activity at the shop, as her first was choosing novelties, so her second was having sex between the shelves, or watching couples. Now they had to behave unless they wanted to be plastered on every magazine cover and celebrity site for months. Damon had advised Mariella that they needed to be dull and not give the paparazzi any excellent material. So, they had to put on their best behavior whenever they left the house.
Mariella hadn't yet planned a vacation to the Azores. Somehow, she wanted to wait until Mimi was back in the pack. She didn't know why, nor did she spend much time thinking about it. Mariella was taking a walk after spending a few hours sleeping between Damon's arms. Feeling restless, she wanted to get to know everyone better and see what they were up to all day.
Plus, their physical fitness required regular meals, and Salvatore and the others in the kitchen had suggested she eat something instead of just engaging in fucking or sleeping. It was a good reminder, considering the stricter thresholds they had set for supplemental IVs. Mariella didn't want to end up in the medbay, hooked up to IVs. The thought of being in a medical setting again was disturbing to her. She had spent enough time in hospitals, feeling fragile and incapable of taking care of herself. She didn't want to go through that again. The slight threat of having blood tests done had motivated her to take action.
In one of the rooms, Magnum was sitting behind a desk, intensely staring at his laptop screen when Mariella found him.
She said, "Come on, it's time to eat. What are you doing anyway? You don't have to work all the time. You can have some fun, too."
She was trying to entice him to seduce her, as Magnum was quite enjoyable in bed, and Mariella wanted to introduce him to Damon to see if they could make him bite the black goo and uncover any hidden trauma he might have.
However, Magnum simply grunted in response, and Mariella approached him, saying, "Come on, what's so important that you don't have time to eat?"
She noticed packets of fast food nearby, showing that he had ordered some mediocre meal for himself at some point.
Mariella sighed and threatened, "Answer me, or I'll get the pack leader to put you in line."
Magnum lifted his gaze, revealing a shadow of stubble on his face. Despite being a hybrid, he still had body hair. According to Colin and the Salvatores, he would eventually lose it, but it would take some time as his body was still adjusting.
Magnum said, "No, I'm busy with flea-related tasks, so there's no need to involve Salvatore. I'll be soon in the kitchen."
Mariella responded, "You know, Damon doesn't handle the word 'soon' very well. What's the issue in there?"
Magnum explained, in a tired voice, "It's nothing major, just a few things. Mimi ordered items for the warehouses without notifying the nearest base about the incoming shipment, and now some of the warehouses were overflowing. I'm trying to rearrange things. And there are a few other problems in South America that still need attention... I wonder..."
Mariella sighed, frustrated with Mimi's actions once again. She stopped listening as Magnum continued to mumble. Closing her laptop, she pulled Magnum up and guided him towards the kitchen. Ignoring his complaints about work, she knew there was always time for that, but she also had her own needs. It was time for Magnum to learn how to provide her with the black goo she craved. She loved it when it transformed into pure white power or energy, allowing her to share her feelings with Damon.
She directed Magnum into the kitchen to eat. Several Salvatores were making food, and a few of them glanced at Magnum, furrowing their brows with displeasure. They were focused on getting to Magnum's meal before him. Mariella had told them about the fast food that she had found, but it was something that the Salvatores did not recommend.
It could be harmful to Magnum, especially since he was still developing as a supernatural being. In the future, there might be sensitivities, and it will be easier to start learning what to eat, how much, and what kind of food now rather than a few years later when the harm from that kind of junk food would be much worse.
Magnum sat in his place, and there were already several smoothies in front of him. Initially, this caused him to grumble that he was a hybrid, not a fruit bat. However, a few sharp and well-pointed sentences about the importance of vitamins and correct fiber silenced his grumblings. Now, he drank his smoothies like a champion.
He had always had to deal with not having too much money, so his eating habits reflected this. Initially, he was a little wary of getting luxury wagyu in every meal. He had tried to select cheaper meats like pork, but in the end, health came first. Plus, the pack was rich as heck.
Damon sat in his usual spot, observing Magnum and knowing that he needed to have a conversation with him about his eating habits. However, he also planned to gather the new pack members for a little lecture on the topic. It was crucial for his pack to be in the best shape, and he didn't rule out the idea of capturing unruly members, putting them in cages, and force-feeding them for a few weeks.
This would serve as a way to educate them about proper feeding habits. Damon pondered how many times it would take to get Tim or Taylor to obey him when it came to eating and understanding what was good for them and what wasn't. Mimi might allow them to eat whatever they wanted, but Damon wouldn't. The same went for Katherine, Elena, and the wizards. He was determined to assert his role as the pack leader once and for all, especially now with a larger pack.
He wanted to show them that he was more than just a fucking machine; the cages had a purpose. He imagined how satisfying it would be to have the males, in particular, become addicted to his pheromones. As for the females, not going to happen, as he needed to keep Mimi and Mariella under his control.
Mariella had informed him that Magnum was only focused on work and not eating, which brought a slight amusement to Damon's smile. It was enjoyable to have a few workhorses in the pack that he could occasionally hassle. It was perfect. Damon was waiting for the right time to indulge in domestic bliss, but something inside him told him it wasn't the right time yet. It would come later, but not for quite some time.
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