Capítulo 150: 30. Waiting For A Star To Fall.
My vortex was active, I was pretty well pissed off, and well, when I get mad enough, I can really nasty cunt. now there were no loving thoughts for Damon and used my rage and my willpower to shut our bond. My rage, my bitterness, and my loss of love had to make it pretty much weaker, whereas my bond with Adam and Charles was strong as ever. I had not yet had any other salvatores, so I had no bonds with them. And I was not sure if I would have because Mariella would need all of them.
I then went to the gym to unload, and when the 24 hours had passed, it did not really help at all, so I left for Lake Lanier. I took one of the new cars, a bright red convertible Maserati, as I set to my trip and started to drive. It was a pretty long distance to drive, but I had time, and this was my ritual. So much for Damon wanting to help me with this. It was all just pettiness and a need to control me, not let me do something. Well, I had always had PR gigs. I was a surgeon, and a formula driver was one option again, too. I had gotten quite a collection of skills during the years, so I could be whoever I wanted to be.
I had been drinking really strong blood for quite a while now, so my vampire side and my vampiric feelings were quite a damn surface, meaning I felt and hard. The road was full of idiots, blind drivers, people who should not get the license in the first place, and morons too. I cursed out loud as I drove with my fast car and a few times as the police stopped me; I compelled them to forget me. I was an angry, bitter creature with a vortex of power swirling inside, boosted by my vampire side and my rage so I was more or less a loaded gun.
I had a full-length tight silk dress, and white with a few golden flowers here and there. My blonde hair, still blonde, was free, and I kept just a diamond-studded hairband so it was not my eyes. He had not even changed my hair. My pumps were white as well and I had another set of shoes for a trip to my carving place.
I stopped near a diner, and there were several cars around. I locked my car and there was a minor spell too, so no worry that anyone could do anything about it. I walked in, thinking now what to eat as these places did not have many options, but I could have a cup of coffee or something. I sat at one table, looking through the menu, and did not notice three men who stood up and walked to my table.
Sam, Dean and, Castiel had been stopover, and they had had spare time and, it had quite a buzz when flea had quit, rumours had circulated quite a lot and it had been a real miracle to see her walk in this dingy diner in the middle of nowhere, looking pretty tight and stunning same time. Dean could not stop looking at her as she sauntered over one table, that silk dress clinging to her body and she was stunning. Sam noticed her too, but he also noticed her angry expression, something hidden, and she was not in an excellent mood. Sam was not sure if they should meet her or not. Castiel sensed the vortex. He knew what it was and how it had come to be, and it was a little sad that now she had yet another burden to bear. Castiel nodded as Dean moved his head toward her.
I said to the boys and the archangel before me, "Well, this is quite a surprise. Are you on flea business or what?"
Dean said, "No, just stopover, we have spare time until something comes up, but you quit? Really, what's bugging you? I can see that."
I sighed and said, "Yep, time for me to step down, as I am not human. I got bored and angry and my rage, well it is hard to be a leader and example when the whole base feared me, I do smell fear you know, good Sarks will continue the fight and who knows, maybe I will make another set of fleas somewhere along the line. I am angry and upset as usual. Pack life and its problems."
Sam said, "Well, if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to, but what went wrong?"
I said, rolling my eyes, "Damon, who else? He does not want me to have anyone, especially Charles. I have this thing inside me and I was planning to use Charles to help me with it as he has helped a few times, but no. Damon and Mariella stormed in, made sure Charles is stuck fucking with wolves and I am left alone. I have a gig at Lake Lanier, so I am on my way there. We are supposed to have the wedding at some point, meaning a dream wedding for Mariella, but I don't know when and I don't care."
Dean looked at me but Castiel said, "Your vortex, I can assist with you, you need to drink my blood, it will calm it down. I am not so good at relationship advice, so I have no idea about those."
The waiter brought us a pot of coffee and we drank coffee and talked about flea things. I had a protocol set up that everything that I knew would have made useless. Meaning new bases, and new protocols. New codes. I wouldn't have anything to compromise the fleas, and it had been done quite fast. I had made sure that there was money to buy new places and no one would tell me, not even if I would ask.
The boys were fun and well; I promised to show them to plaques; I had told them about those rooms and what I had to do. Dean flirted me with quite damn openly and then I was pretty damn surprised when Charles said to my mind," Honey, go ahead, have fun, me and Adam, we don't mind if you need to blow some steam. See if it is sweet."
Oh my god, the temptation, Dean was good-looking, he was interested in me and more than willing, but I could not. Not because of the wedding wows, but what Damon had promised me. He had promised me he would kill everyone who would have ever slept with me. Humans, that is. I did not want to kill Dean or let Damon turn him into a vampire and send him to Europe as he would be his sire.
But that did not stop me from being a cunt. We went out of the diner and first; I showed the boys my car; they were pretty damn jealous, then Castiel insisted I drank from him. Well, I did, and he was panting, trembling, and pretty speechless, but it helped. My vortex calmed down, and it was pretty much the same as I would have a good unloading. Castiel warned me that angel blood might not work in the long run and I would unload the power manually, but it was fine.
Then, unfortunately, Sam's phone rang. And they had one mission, but it did not stop me. First up, I went up to Sam, pressed my body tightly against him, and kissed him as skillfully as I could. He was a fantastic kisser, and he grabbed me, pressing me tightly against him, and he was strong. He would be interested in bed. His hands roamed all over my body and opened veins in my neck so he could drink my blood more, helped him endure longer, and gave him so many extra years, he left a bite mark on my neck and he was proud of it.
Next up was Dean, and this boy was more than ready. He slammed me against the car, drank my blood greedily until my neck healed, but he bit it open a few times and then kissed me. This was a pretty intense one too, and I knew that if I even need sweetness in my life, I have two good examples here. I have no idea how long he kissed me and then they had to go. But I was so damn smug, a few bites on my neck. Those boys were something else.
Now I sang as I drove up to Lake Lanier. even though this was as hard a trip as ever and I knew that there were relatives to meet, I had gotten my revenge. I knew how to be a really big bitch and I was not putting those kisses anywhere hidden in my mind but I let them on my thoughts, little dangerous but I am not wise, not at all and when I get petty, I like to rub it in Damon's face.
Again, not wise, but so damn satisfactory. Charles was actually impressed. He kept tabs on me even when he was with wolves and well he was jealous too but those had been just kisses but then again, my relationship. It had started with a few kisses Damon had known.
I sat on a rock. It was windy as carved these names and I felt lonely. But it was just me. It was and it would be my reality forever, to be alone. Of course, I had someone sometimes, but then again, it was taken away from me. It felt alien that I would have someone the same way as Mariella has Damon, who is always around, always next to me. Not sure if I could do it. Maybe I was just used to being alone.
I did my duties there. I didn't know when the wedding would be. When would those guys be able to stop fucking long enough for us to even have a wedding? If it was a simple, one-day wedding, then there would be no problem, but not when Salvatore has to have a three-day wedding.
It was as bittersweet to go to the families as ever, those who had someone. Not all of them had. I was not sure if Sarks would make some of their own system to honor the fallen and it might be that this was my last trip, or then not.
I spent a little over a week on my trip, and nothing had changed when I got back. Nowhere was even set up for the wedding yet. Ironic, that those boys' bite marks had not healed fully and well. They had kind of marked me and they were quite faint marks. They would heal in time, but I did not regret them at all.
Mariella stroked Damon and said, " What about the wedding, honey? When is it?"
Damon looked at her for a moment and said, "I don't care about the wedding now. Let's fuck. There's no rush to have a wedding. We are each other. Darling, we don't need a wedding yet."
Mariella was silent, the seduction again not falling into place as Damon was losing his nerve, when in fact Mimi was all wild and he hadn't been able to do the same. Of course, Mimi had noticed and yet had been happy and climbed on top of Damon, which had driven him insane for good. And she could not be with Charles for two hours after two, three, and four had come and sent Charles to the wolves. The result was, as always, Mimi alone and separated for no reason at all. Damon had just used that to ensure that Mimi and Charles would not be together. He was jealous, but then he kind of did this thing all wrong.
And now Mimi had gone for over a week and Damon was almost upset now. But why? What had Mimi done this time?
She had tried to help Damon unload and then realized that Damon was unloading and unloading. What in the beginning might have been unloading and helping had become, over the years, almost a conditioning, a reflex. And now Mariella still didn't know how to help this thing out, because it wasn't helping in the way it should have.
Mariella said to Damon, " What's wrong with that? Why didn't you just let go with Mimi? It's not taking it away from me, not at all. Mimi is your wife, too. "
Damon was quiet and said, "Maybe she shouldn't. All I do is break that poor girl's soul over and over again. And I just can't bring myself to let her be with Charles, no matter how good they are together. And then she gets upset and does her thing and now, now, I want to...But I won't. I just let her be."
Mariella said, "You shouldn't. You're not like that. You didn't start that way. You're a possessive, jealous alpha male. When was the last time you even rubbed Mimi clean? Yes, you wash me, but how about Mimi? And now you put the wedding together, and we'll have it, and then we'll go on our honeymoon somewhere fabulous, and then we can go back to watching pack life. "
Damon looked at her quite damn sharply and said, " Practically the entire pack is going on a honeymoon. There's no going back to pack life. We can have the wedding. Do you want it to be three days, darling?"
Mariella sighed and said," Of course, Damon, it will be three days. Remember to be who you are. Now you have to learn to find a balance in that Mimi thing. Remind her of who you are and what you can do. Go and tease, take Mimi hard. You are not Charles, remember that. Don't let Mimi decide that Charles and Adam are perfect men. Remind Mimi how much she likes the Master. Isn't it time Master took the little bitch down to the basement for a good spanking?"
Damon looked at his wife, his eyes flashed dangerously, and said, " You will not give up on me and Mimi, are you? Fine. I'm going to see if Master is in the mood or not. I can always try you first."
Mariella was secretly pleased, but only slightly, so that Damon didn't sense it. Mimi and Damon should have a good Moment. Something that reminds them both of the good times of the past and makes them both still want to try. It's difficult being a relationship counselor at home, Mariella thought, or maybe that's why she started this business.
When she had this pair of clients all along, she had been trying for years to bring them together, but with rather modest success. Now, she was persevering again. When he could get Damon into Damon mode, to be with Mimi the way he used to be, dominant, taking, seductive but not trying to be Charles because Damon then denies so much of himself that he's not a real man, it would not be easy, but Mariella was determined to keep trying as doggedly as she could.
Mimi had even got Charles to put that side of him away, as Mimi was often the instigator and Charles was almost seduced. If only the Master would come forward, Mimi might soon be under control.
Damon said to Mariella, " Darling, fine, I'll deal with Mimi, so you do all the men a mistress session, and then you always direct them to the wolves. Okay?"
Mariella nodded and said, " Yes, I can do that, Master."
Damon smiled at Mariella. She didn't know what he was actually up to, but she didn't need to. Mariella would get the men in a more energetic mood with a little mistress session and get the rage out of them and even them out, and maybe Charles would find his balls somewhere.
But then again, Charles wasn't as alpha male as Damon, not even close. They had another shower, and Damon went off to tidy up for Mimi. He'll have to remind her what he does for special cases. He was not going to take her to the basement to have the master session. He was going to get his pleasure first. She would have lessons about kissing strangers and those marks. He could imagine them on her slender neck, their hands all over her body. Oh, that girl would get an excellent lesson.
I was making myself something to eat when Damon walked into the kitchen. His expression was angry as I turned around, and before I could say anything, he had shot me with a tranquilizer dart straight through the heart. I was unconscious before I hit the ground.
Damon took now his unconscious victim and teleported to one of his special places, he first undressed her, and scrubbed her body very many times, using a few of his dental stuff so she would feel her skin, he peeled off those marks, and transferred his skin in those places. He used a few sedatives, and psychotropics on her so she would be confused as she would wake up. Of course, he gave her a strong multiplication enzyme blocker. It would be needed.
He put his tools ready to be used and then he waited. Her skin was quite bright red, but she would smell like passionfruit for a long time after this. He was now going to make sure that she would learn what happened next time if she planned on kissing strange guys or someone who was not a part of the pack.
I woke up tied to some hard surface with spike shackles and naked. My skin was really stingy, my neck sore and my mind muddled with some kind of drug cocktail. I was slow to wake up.
This wasn't a castle, this place, and I was still pretty fucked up and wondering what the fuck? I opened my eyes, and Damon was sitting on the bar stool, wearing a white tee shirt and black jeans. My skin was red, and raw in places and this surface was not very comfortable at all.
There was a table next to him with an amazing array of knives.
Damon took one knife in his hand as if to try it out, looked at me, and said, " Oh, good, you're awake, darlin. We're about to start. This is the lesson for you. Those marks have been cut out, and I put my skin there. I have scrubbed you clean very many times and my little dental substance, well, stops your skin from healing, for now. "
He stood up and walked over to me with the knife in his hand. I was trying to get my voice working, or my willpower, my rage, but no. My mind was a mess.
He slashed my leg with it, and I pulled the air from between my teeth as the blade burned like hell.
Damon said lazily, as if it was no big deal. "Platinum, darlin, see now that you're a shapeshifter platinum hurts pretty damn bad. This lesson will be felt then. But I am more than happy to teach you again if you need it. You belong to me. "
He was now slicing into my stomach. My skin was so damn raw, this dagger really hurt and my vortex was down. This was not that kind of pain, as my mind was way too drugged.
I winced in pain and watched Damon enjoy himself. Then he took a knife and plunged it straight into my stomach. I moaned, and he really twisted it there. I could feel the platinum burning my insides and the sharp knife slicing everything inside me.
He changed the knife, the same thing, first slicing lightly, then deeper, and then stabbing. I recognized this mode even though I am not usually this conscious when this side comes up, but yes, he stabbed, jabbed, twisted, slashed, but at no point did he drug me at all or put fear and horror into me. He stood me up and completely controlled me. Even though I was now quite alert, I just couldn't bring myself to act.
Drug cocktail or whatever had paralyzed my mind, and he hissed in my ear, "Now darling, I want you to remember that kiss. Come on, and don't fight me, remember it."
I had no choice but to remember and feel how he pretty much destroyed it with his telepathy, leaving a very faint memory of it in the depths of my mind. The whole meeting was done the same way, he really used his telepathy, faded all the feeling out of that whole thing, and faded it until I really could not even remember it so clearly. The next up was almost again programming.
Blow after blow was felt as he plunged even a large machete, made of platinum, through me so that I could feel it coming out of my back. And from different angles. And many times. He told me not to remember that memory, ever, not even wanting to dig it out of my spare place. Also not to kiss other men. Ever.
He'd given me the stuff that made me make blood fucking fast so he could play. And he was injecting metals into me. Even though I didn't get better right away, it didn't matter. My skin was still raw, red, in blisters almost, but it was not an allergy, it was not just not yet healing and I was full of metals.
In the end, even his substance that sped up my blood volume didn't keep me conscious the whole time I wasn't healing, and he was pretty damn brutal. Now we had moved on to my neck, and oh fuck, the feeling of Damon pressing my back against him, holding my hands, and then slicing my entire throat open. He bled me to death several times, telling to about actions and consequences.
He told me how he had taken a whole lot of blood out of me at first, so he would have my potent blood to consume and now that he weakened again my vampire side, pushed it more down, maybe I would have the wisdom to keep it that way as he wants it. No more of drowning myself in powerful blood, or else...
He was enjoying himself as uninhibitedly as one can enjoy and when these pleasures were so different from Damien's, even though I was hurting, he wasn't destroying or breaking, trying to get maximum pain, but Damon was Damon.
Everything was well thought out and precise, spot on, just going by the script, so to speak. In the end, I was in pain and bleeding for ages.
Damon looked at me and said, " Remember, darlin, I only do this for my special cases. I teach, you learn. We have a wedding coming up. We'll see how it goes."
He took a syringe from the table and came and said, " As you remember, this is a strong anesthetic, you will probably sleep for a couple of days, and when you wake up, you will be fine, but you will remember this for a while."
He put the needle in my vein and pressed the plunger. I just felt him brush the hair from my forehead before I passed out completely.
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