Capítulo 126: 6. Kisses And Tears.
Damon was silent. He was lying on the bed, next to Mariella, regretting the whole damn collar and addiction to Mimi. Again his sense of dominance had gotten him to this mess. He did not dare to ask anyone in what shape Mimi was. Number two had told him about what had happened, rape, and imprisonment, and that had made him hate himself. And what Mariella had told him, made him understand it had truly been pure vinegar for Mimi.
Pheromone addiction is deeply entwined with emotions. The best addiction, one that grants euphoria, is born out of pure love, but here is the kicker. A male can addict only one female like she can have euphoria. He can addict others for sure but only to give them withdrawal, but no euphoria. He had given this to Mimi.
And since Mimi is alpha, true alpha, she would be able to smell emotions, and he had been furious with her. He had attacked her, in her safe place, and put a damn electric collar on her, meaning when Mimi had revealed her weakness for electricity, he had, of course, used it against her.
There was no reason for Mimi to trust him. Then he had used that damn collar, drugged her, but not anesthesize, only sedate her so she felt it and forced her to addict to his pheromones. He was like Damien had been. Mimi had smelled his anger, hate, and irritation all night long, being helpless and getting tied up with him.
After he had done his deed, he had to leave her, not make sure that she was fine. He remembered those tests, results, evidence of her stress, her very low enzymes, sky high cortisol. And he had dismissed them. And he had given his need to fuck. If he had been decent or even tried to be a decent husband, he would have sent someone to care for her, but no, he was a beast.
Now Mimi had been raped for over three weeks, she had hidden it all, unleashed a very dark part of her as she had had no other choice, and he had slammed her in the cage, again hit with electricity, and drugs, letting flank organ seep so she would be dazed. His original idea had been that this should unravel those memories, but no memories had come out, not even fragments, and he knew Mimi had kept herself and her memories hidden.
He was powerless to do anything but fuck Mariella, who was sniffing his neck. Getting those damn pheromones, getting her euphoria and he could not help Mimi. it would be up to Wulfe to pull her back and Wulfe had warned him not to get involved or he would be tick. Damon was too ashamed to even plan to help her. He had no idea how he could face her.
He had ripped that damn contract but then again he had understood the need for it, but it had been too late. He was an arrogant bastard when it came to Mimi and the world's best husband, to Mariella. Why does he have to have Mimi, why bind that poor girl to him? He could not give her what she truly deserved.
Mariella looked at him, her eyes glazed over by his pheromones, and said, "What's the matter, why you are not in a mood?"
Damon pushed her away. He was irritated now to see her, her euphoria. He stood up and went to shower, just for himself, trying to rack his brain about how to help Mimi.
I was in one room, lying in bed. I had gotten a big pile of towels under me, and the green mass just oozed out, smelling just as horrible as usual. I had hidden myself in this room and I had no idea that Wulfe and others knew what happened. I was letting my rage keep my going, my darkness, well it was ready but not really help and my vampire side was getting pissed off. Meaning my bloodlust was quite damn strong. I should do some teleportation when I would get this flood to stop.
Then I got a pretty crazy idea. I could operate on myself. I could do it, really I could. I was trying to get up to sit and stand when the door opened and Wulfe stepped in. He gasped as the stench hit him.
He looked at me and said, "What's wrong, unicorn? What is this awful stench?"
I looked at him, trying to pull myself together, and said, " Nothing that concerns you. I am fine."
He came next to me. Looked at me and said, "I will help you, as always, but first you need some medical assistance. You are sick."
I was trying to stand. The flood was a little less right now. Wulfe looked very delicious.
He said to me very stern voice, "Stop it, no. Sit back down and not even think of attacking me."
Spoilsport, I thought bitterly, but fine, no problems. I could soon teleport to my demon kings. Then I could again feast on them.
Damon was in the shower when Wulfe informed him about the awful smell in Mimi's room, her very fragile state, her bloodlust, and her ability to cover herself with her camo power. Damon cursed like a sailor as came out of the shower. Mariella looked at him and did not understand what was wrong with the shower when this one was furious.
Damon said to her, "Wulfe just informed me that Mimi hid her condition with her camo power and her willpower. She is sick as a dog and there is the stench. Now she had been raped by werewolves, so she is again having an abortion and Wulfe suspected she kept it inside her while being in a cage, not wanting anyone to see. God damn, she is stupid.!"
Mariella said, "I concur. She is really stupid. We better go in there and see what we can do to her."
Wulfe had cleaned me with some spell and also stopped me from using my camo power, so my true state was visible. He was more than upset with me and my antics. He kept me restrained by his magic in this bed when he used spells to get as much stuff out of me as possible.
The door opened and of course, Damon stepped in, with Mariella and he was shocked. Mariella took a sharp breath and covered her mouth.
Muttering to herself, "God, Mimi, you are in bad shape."
Damon tried to be clinical as he came next to me, took my wrist, and tried to get my pulse. He frowned and put a few fingers in my neck and then in my chest, right over my heart. They seemed to converse with Wulfe.
Damon and Mariella came to the room that Wulfe had told to them. When Damon first saw Mimi, he was shocked. Mimi was skeletal, her face was pale, the stench was thick in the air and Wulfe was nearly losing it. He was really furious. Mariella went to wrap herself around Wulfe, surprising him, but she tried to calm this creature down.
Damon tried to take a clinical stance and started to look Mimi through. He took her skeletal wrist, trying to find the pulse, but nope, her blood pressure was through the cellar. He barely found a pulse in her neck and he had affirmed it by feeling straight from her heart.
Wulfe said to him, in his mind, "I have stopped her from using her powers. She was wearing herself out. She has an infection. I have cleared as much as possible, but the infection had had time to fester. I am not a doctor, she has no fever so my guess is she is in sepsis. Oh, my god, I would like to shout at her but she has wicked bloodlust and I am working to that all the time. The young lady has done some predation. She has stashed in one house, three extremely strong demon kings and this creature had feasted on them, plus those women in that castle, well, they were older than you, so she is loaded."
Damon said back, telepathically, keeping Mariella in the loop," Do you have any good news? I can feel her darkness. It is damn strong, just under the surface."
Mariella hugged still Wulfe, getting him a little more relaxed.
Wulfe said, "Time comes later for me to pull her out from there. It is my job, not yours, so first this creature has to be treated and my guess is this is not the fast job."
Damon grunted.
Damon said to me softly, silkily, "Idiot, you are truly an idiot when it comes to asking for help. But we are here now and you will be fine, but it will take some time. That addiction was not a wise decision on my part, my apologies, but a collar is needed, you know that yourself, it is a way to help you when you are not in the right state. I am trying to show you that you can trust me. Even if I have these ways of controlling you, I won't abuse you."
I was tired, Wulfe did not let me move at all and he had done some spell keeping the pain tolerable, I did not say anything, I just let those hazy memories of being raped flood his mind, Wulfe's mind, and Mariella's mind.
Wulfe murmured to me, "Unicorn sh... I will help. I will pull you back, it will be fine.. rest now."
He was the one stroking me, helping me, not Damon. It was once again painfully clear to see this. Wulfe noticed this too. He took better hold of me, coming to sit by my bed and lifting me against him so he could hold me, stroke me.
Mariella was wrapped up with Damon, shaking and crying.
Wulfe looked at them and snarled. "Do you have what it takes to care for my unicorn or should I call Colin? So Princess can go being all traumatized and demand the entire pack again worship you, yeah my unicorn keeps contact so I know. I have been doubting that was it right call to let my unicorn back to this pack."
Damon let Mariella go and looked at Wulfe, seeing him holding me, stroking and helping me. Mariella pulled herself together. I saw Mariella being a little stiff and then I noticed Damon's left hand being in the pocket of his jeans. Princess was learning, I see.
Damon said to Wulfe, "Fine, few salvatores are putting medbay in order, but this little lady has little trouble with anything medical.."
Wulfe stroked me, still holding me, murmuring something to me. I was getting more and more tired, and I could feel his magic. It was like a warm blanket, surrounding me, pulling me into a deep sleep where there was no panic of being drugged.
Wulfe let Mimi back to bed, now limp and sleeping. She looked so frail.
Wulfe said, " She sleeps now, no drug panic. My spell will keep her calm and resting. "
Damon nodded, and numbers two and five came in. They had a stretcher with them and a few bottles, syringes, and needles.
Number two said, "You can decide how strong a cocktail you want to make. Oh, my god that she is in terrible shape."
Damon nodded. He went to Mimi, lifted now her limp wrist, and bit it, trying to taste her blood. Number two took the syringe, stuck it between her prominent ribs straight in her heart, and pulled the syringe full of dark blood. He took a tube, emptied the syringe into the tube, and gave it to Damon to smell.
He rubbed between his eyes almost right away and handed the tube to Mariella. She smelled, and rubbed her forehead too, cursing, "Fuck no ever. I have had such a need to make substances and a lot of them. I am trying to limit my radar, but it is quite damn wild."
Number two gave Mariella collectors and a big bag so she could drain something. Number one was lifting Mimi very carefully onto a stretcher, securing her with a few straps, and putting a blanket over her. They teleported into Medbay. Wulfe was nearby. Not one salvatore asked him what he was doing, but he kept Mimi for now calm.
Mariella had done five large full bags, and Charles came, took those bags, and put them in the cupboard. He said nothing when he led her into one bedroom, took her against him, lay on the bed, and stroked her until she was asleep. She had reacted to that rape and had done a lot of substances to bind Mimi to Damon, so Damon would keep Mimi safe, but it was not wise. And when Charles had gotten alert to his radar, he had gone to her, took her to rest, letting his protector power soothe and help her, purring to her.
Salvatores were still smelling that tube, trying to come up with the correct cocktail. Her blood was so far from what blood should be, full of cortisol and stress indicators of neural substances. Infection was nasty. She was in sepsis and this would take time, but the operation would be the first thing to do; they ended up with certain cocktail made out of seven different substances what should keep her deep and not be aware as much of anything.
Number ten had cannulated her, with difficulty and number one came and put the cocktail in, saying to Wulfe, "She is down, you can go, I will tell you when she is fine so you can see if her darkness needs something to deal with. If you could take care of those demon kings, Blood Farm would be the correct address for them."
Wulfe looked at Mimi. He touched her. As several Salvatores were oozing clinical attitude and professionalism in their scrubs, he stroked her face.
And whisper, "Take care of my unicorn. She deserves only the best."
Damon wanted to say that she was his wife, not Wulfe's, but he controlled himself. Wulfe just teleported away.
Damon looked at Mimi. Sure, he could be a brilliant doctor, get her well eventually or they would get her well. He sighed in his mind, knowing very well that he would be probably fucking most of the time, not being in here, touching her, being next to her. What would come after this? How deep was her darkness and could Wulfe pull her out? He hated the idea but knew that Wulfe was best suited for that.
He hated himself, his weakness, and his inability to be a husband to her. If he had been the man that he had been with Mariella during those seven years for Mimi, then it would have been obvious that it would have been him pulling her out, but not now. There was no connection between them, not strong enough.
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