Chapitre 49: 8. Lulu.
Adam and I were having fun when, well, I was a naughty girl, and I ordered an enormous pile of different meats and birds online, spices even, and a couple of pots or pans or stews. I was good of finding stuff online and order it. Of course my alpha wanted to see what I had find and if he would have use for it too. Like once I had ordered big shipment of curtains and tablecloths, well Adam put them in one cupboard so he could choose them too.
I had been researching recipes, and when the parcel arrived, bad luck, Mr. Hauptmann picked it up, carried it into the kitchen, and asked, " Naughty girl, what on earth have you ordered, and what are you up to? I'm going to open this package and see what we do. Depending on what we find out here."
Well, he found my meats, and I confessed, "I've been researching recipes online and thought I'd make a test kitchen; I did once before, but everything didn't quite add up, so I let the Mimosa eat and destroy the evidence of my experiment."
Adam got excited about this and went through my recipe in detail, so we started cooking together, almost competing and tasting each other's food. We didn't have a food war, but laughed and fooled around quite a lot. It was wonderful to laugh and be in a good mood. To loosen up a bit and not take everything so seriously.
I said to him, "is it normal to werewolf to be able sense lies? I mean, once in shop one clerk complemented me but I straight up knew she was lying and I got these insights of humans, like I would see inside their mind, almost. I could predict what they do."
I could see that Adam was not expecting this question, and he took his time to answer vaguely and almost dismiss whole thing but I could see that he was thinking something. His explanation was most that we have excellent sense of smell and lies has their own smell. We can literally smell lies.
Adam made sure I slept well; I don't know if he gave me medicine or if just his presence was enough, but every night, I had a good, safe night's sleep, and that helped me to get over all this trauma better.
To get back into everyday life and routines, as I said, routines help, and they also bring security. Adam was quite close to me. When I tried to look online for clothes to buy, Mr. Hauptmann grabbed my laptop and got the clothes before I could decide. We were doing well, and the whole Damon thing slipped my mind again as I knew he could be gone for months, so I wondered about him and how strangely he had behaved.
We went to the sauna several times a week, and Adam was trying to work on his steam tolerance again; I had found steam scents, and Adam didn't really like the smell of lilacs or lilies of the valley as much as I did, but he didn't want tar either.
He wanted the smell of the woods, and then I found some frozen birch branches online, a bunch of birch branches with leaves left over, and we beat ourselves with them in the sauna. Adam was a bit hesitant, but he warmed to the idea quickly. I showed him how it is done.
I had done little decorating in Chicago and didn't go upstairs to see our bedroom; I just thought that if, at some point, Salvatore happened to come over while we were here, he could show it off to me himself.
Adam worked occasionally while I enjoyed my perfect chair and read the occasional medical text.
It had been just the two of us for a couple of weeks; Adam was studying, and I was out for a walk. It was getting quite dusk, and I was just about to go in when I felt an arm wrap around me and a prick in my neck, and everything went black.
I woke up in a hospital bed. In the hospital, apparently. I was wearing a patient bracelet that said, Helen Smith. This is interesting, but now I had no sense of danger, and I remembered Adam saying something about a gig. Maybe this was a test, and I was Helen Smith. Whatever role I had been given. Something in me was quite excited about this.
I'd lost some weight again with Adam because I was eating what I wanted, and Damon wasn't watching my food. And besides, Adam wasn't constantly worried about my weight. We'd done a lot of test cooking of different foods, and it didn't always matter so much if they weren't perfect for me. My life had been pretty nice.
I looked around and at myself. Time to get immersed to my role. Who the hell is Helen Smith. I was wearing nothing but a patient gown, and for some reason, my arms and veins were covered in needle marks, as were my legs. I was a junkie then, fine. My hair was red and almost halfway down my back, but dirty and messy. I tried to get up and found myself tied up.
I didn't panic, but concentrated on the role and tried to think about how I would behave in this situation. Somehow, some things came naturally to me. I heard footsteps in the hallway.
A nurse came into the room. " Good morning. You are awake. I'm going to untie you now, and you'll have your breakfast in a minute. The doctor will see you after breakfast. Do you remember the last facility where you were detoxed? And when was it? What were you using then, and what are you using now?"
I shook my head. Fine, let's go now, and I didn't answer. The nurse unhooked my restraints. She wasn't scared of me. She was just doing her job. I tried to recall junkies from shows and movies and wrapped my arms around myself, and stared in every direction in anxiety. I let my hands shake slightly.
The nurse helped me sit up and said, "Let's see if the doctor will give you methadone, but as you know, your history is still questionable. But we will find you a place to recover. This overdose was terrible, and you're lucky to be alive, so ketamine is not to be trifled with, and you had a huge amount of alcohol in your system and then amphetamines and cocaine."
Oh, I'm a heavy user, that's all right. Mixed user, too.
The nurse gave me a pill to swallow and said, " Contraceptive. You've already had the first dose, but you have to take this one. Your father doesn't want you to get pregnant, and he was trying to get the doctor's permission to sterilize you."
Oh, that kind of thing, well, fine, whoever the fuck my partner was. This is hilarious, but I kept my expression on point.
The nurse brought me breakfast while I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. She brought the food to a small table, and I walked over to eat. And I had my breakfast of porridge and bread and juice and coffee.
Then I went back to sitting on the bed. I sat with my legs bent, my arms around my knees, unsteady, and letting my hands shake; Mimosa was having a hell of a time with our act and giving me funny ideas. I wasn't even sure who the fuck my dad was.
I sat for a while, and then the doctors came in and banned me from methadone and all drugs. There were maybe five of them: the doctor and his subordinates.
The doctor said to me, "You can't have methadone when you have traces of cocaine and ketamine in your blood. But you will get help. Your father wants you to go into involuntary detox for two weeks, and we're looking for a place for you. Afterward, we may look at a psychiatric facility, and a psychiatrist will come tomorrow to do an evaluation of your mental health to see if you meet the criteria. You're only 15, but you've got a wild history; several abortions and sterilization are extreme measures, but a contraceptive implant might work better, but since you're not out of puberty yet, we can't really give you hormones for long."
Oh, I was so young. The doctor also told the nurses to be careful not to let my dealer see me again. Because he had got me pregnant several times, and now I had had intercourse, apparently unprotected, and he was guilty. I wondered how it was staged then. I didn't overthink about the details, but waited to see what would happen next.
I was sitting up in bed when the door opened, and Damon slipped in. I wasn't terribly surprised, but I was amused and managed to keep a tight rein on my expression. He was also in his role.
He winked and said, " Helen, honey. Are you all right? Don't worry, you'll get your dose in no time, and I'll take good care of you, darling. Do you want to shoot a vein, or do you want to draw a line? I'm sorry they killed our baby again. I just wanted us to be a family. "
I made my choice because I thought it was better. And that part about having a baby, well, I had a role in it.
I said, " Into a vein. Go ahead, baby, as long as you find a place to put it. These doctors think I'm crazy and lock me up in an institution. I know, baby, I would have so wanted to make a baby with you, but when these fucking nurses poison me and prevent our happiness. They don't see that we are soul mates. "
Damon started rummaging in his pockets. He had slicked his hair back with gel, and around his neck, he had a thick gold chain. Also on his wrist, he had one too. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and some chains were also in the pocket of his black jeans. So he was my dealer. His outfit was just right, but knowing this guy, I could keep my expression in place.
He started to prepare the liquid for the syringe.
He said, " Helen honey, in a minute it will help, and then I will take you away, and we will make that baby. Don't worry; those jewels of your mother are enough for now. No need to think about money."
I replied and let my voice tremble, almost. " Good. Oh, they didn't even give me methadone. I feel pretty awful.."
Then the door opened. Damon was warming something up in a spoon when security burst into the room and dragged Damon away.
They handcuffed him, and I said, " No, don't, he's my soul mate, baby...."
Adam came into the room and raged at the nurses.
He was wearing a suit, a tie, and an expensive one. This was Daddy, then. Apparently, I was the child of a wealthy family who was a junkie, and very much so. Adam was furious or pretending to be angry.
"How dare you idiots let that son of a bitch poison my child again! What if I hadn't seen him sneak in here, and he had time to drug my child again and rape? Hasn't Helen had three abortions already when the devil keeps getting her pregnant? "
The nurses went pale and muttered something to Mr Smith. The security guards had taken Damon somewhere else, and the nurses were visibly frightened.
Adam approached me, looked at me, and said, "Don't you stupid child realize that the only one that bastard's going to hurt is you? I'm not going to let you have a baby. And I'm going to get you off that fucking heroin, cocaine, and whatever other shit you've been using. Now, let's go home, and I'll keep you locked in your room until you're no longer hooked. Come on!"
His voice was furious, and he was in the role very well too.
"Now, I'm running out of patience, and I'm going to do something about it. You can be sure that you'll at least get a contraceptive capsule, or I'll find and pay someone to sterilize you. You'd probably sell that baby if you needed to get drugs. At least you've sold your mother's jewelry."
Adam jerked me up and looked in the closet, where there were dirty, broken clothes.
He took the bag he was carrying, shoved it in my lap, and said, "Get dressed. I'm going to sign you out of here now. What would your mother say if she saw her little princess now? She'd be so disappointed in both you and me for not knowing how to keep you safe and letting that son of a bitch get you hooked and good and proper, but not anymore. Go on, Helen. Get dressed."
I looked at Adam defiantly and said nothing. I let my hands shake, grabbed the bag, and started rummaging through it for clothes.
Well, I put on what was in the bag and kept my defiant expression as Adam came over and said, "We love each other. You just can't stand the fact that I'm not going on a date with some pimple-faced jerk at your beck and call. We're soul mates. Daddy! You've never accepted him and me. Just because he's not from a wealthy family and went to fancy schools. "
Adam grabbed my hand, looked at me furiously, and started pulling me along. He said nothing to me, and the nurse handed him the papers. The nurse was still scared.
The guards held Damon prisoner, and Adam stopped and said: "Now I'm going to press all the charges. I'll keep you away from Helen, you filthy child rapist."
Damon looked at Adam and said: " Your little Helen is no longer a child. Look for yourself. Helen knows how to please a man. She's my soul mate. Helen knows how to make her bed and is always ready to spread her legs for me."
I controlled my expression, watching the guards dragging Damon away before I could say anything to him.
Adam looked at me and said, "So you're paying for your drugs with your body? Oh, you stupid girl, I can tell there will come a time when you'll regret every time you spread your legs for drugs."
I would reply defiantly, " I'm not paying for anything; it's a pleasure, and we both want it. I'm not a nun, even if that's what you think I am. I know how good sex can be. It is not wonder that I am only child as you and your ancient ways to see women."
Adam said nothing and kept his expression stern. Adam marched on, and I followed him. We got in the car, and Adam threw me in the back seat and started driving.
After a while, he said: "Well done, Mimi. I was right. You are a pretender. "
I raised my eyebrows and said, "Oh, like on that TV show? How did you come to that conclusion, whatever that was?"
Adam said, " What you asked me about other day, of you being able to smell lies and predict humans. Those are pretender abilites. You saw your role and just went for it. You didn't flinch at any point or blush when Damon said what he said. And your answers are very believable, my lady. The gestures, the body language, everything just clicked. This is a skill that's going to be a great help to you. "
I was still pretty confused on the way home, and we went to the Chicago house, and I went to my room. I wanted to take a shower. Luckily, my hands were starting to heal. The whole thing had been kind of exciting, but I was proud that whatever the test was, I passed it. It was like that I had again another part of me.
I didn't think anything of it as I started to take off my clothes and decided that these clothes would be fine for tomorrow. No need to wash them yet. I wasn't exactly clean, but I wasn't so dirty that I should have washed them immediately.
I started to undress, and Damon came into the room.
He said: "Baby, you're so desperate to be a virgin anymore in your horoscope, you seductress. Don't undress yet. I want to show you our room, and maybe we can shower together."
The seducer was in full swing and still wearing his dealer outfit.
I said, " You're a pretty convincing drug dealer, but I don't want to think about how you made me look like I was..."
Damon looked at me for a moment and laughed. " Yeah, you have a dirty mind, but baby, I'm a strong old vampire, and compulsion always works. I just compelled everyone to believe what I had to. You're still a virgin, but for how long..."
I was silent and couldn't get a word out.
Now I blushed and kept my clothes on. Damon came and glued me against the wall, pressing himself fully against me so that I felt his erect cock against my stomach.
He glued his lips to mine and kissed me long and hard, trying to press his thighs between my thighs. I kissed back and tried to hold my composure as hard as I could.
I could barely restrain myself from letting my legs spread. Finally, he looked up. It was intense and passionate. I could tell Damon's self-control was on a pretty thin thread. He took my hand, and we climbed the stairs to the top floor. There were large double doors, which he opened.
He said, " Sorry about the whole Montana gig. I don't really have an explanation to give you, but I am what I am, and I'm certainly not perfect. But we took our time with those females and then spread the word, and I didn't even realize how drugged Bran kept you. On the way home, another crisis in vampire circles, and they make me a little cranky sometimes,"
I said, "I'm over it. Adam and I had a great time in the test kitchen."
I stepped into our room and took a deep breath.
The room was gorgeous. The color theme was purple, pastel pink, sky blue, gold, and black. The bed was monstrously large, the carpets luxuriously thick. The bed had a gold satin bedspread, and there were three windows, tall and large, with purple curtains and black decorative patterns.
The pillows on the left side of the bed were pink, and the right side was sky blue, with pictures of passion fruit. The pink cushions had hearts on them. The bathroom was equally gorgeous, with a marble shower, a color-changing shower head, and both our shower soap and sponges.
The towels were again pink and purple or blue. There were bathrobes for both of us. The wardrobes were already full of my clothes, and someone had acquired more at some point. There were Damon's clothes too, and lots of them.
Damon wrapped his arms around me from behind and said, "What do you think, baby? I was trying to be creative and make this our room together. Our first room together, and you never know when we're going to consecrate that bed, you know what I mean."
Yes, I do...very well
I sighed and said, "This is perfect, Damon. And maybe someday we'll consecrate that bed too..."
Damon started undressing me and guiding me into the shower, and at the same time, he undressed himself. He coldly and calmly put all the clothes in the laundry.
I said, " No need to wash them yet. They are only half used."
Damon just grunted something and put each piece of clothing down the laundry chute. We kissed each other passionately and got into the shower.
The water was just right, Damon said in a low voice, thick with arousal. " Go ahead, honey, you can and will touch me. Go ahead. I will not break."
I did as instructed and touched a little tentative at first, sinking my fingers into his hair, letting my hands roam his strong back, chest, belly, even his ass, and then gently touching his thick hard shaft.
I found Damon hissing and pulling sharply between his teeth and stroking again. Now it moved. I tried to take it in my hand, but I couldn't get my fingers all the way around the shaft. I moved my hand up and down a little, and Damon leaned his arms against the wall and threw his head back.
I picked up the pace and squeezed harder. I let my thumb tease his huge glans. His hands clenched into fists, and he kept his eyes closed, his head thrown back in pleasure still. I released my grip and lightly scratched his hairless balls with my nails.
I continued rubbing up and down his shaft, and in between, I continued to scratch his balls. I let my other hand wander down Damon's back and sides, scratching a little there, too. His breathing quickened, he was sweating now, and his thighs were shaking. Finally, I felt his cock pulsing and white fluid flew out in an arc from his huge glans. And lots of it.
I knew it was a bump, not sperm. I had read enough of Samuel's books to know this anatomical anomaly. It came in surprisingly large quantities, and Damon was panting quite hard at the end. Then I let him recover.
He steadied his breathing for a while and said, "Wow, baby..."
I smiled smugly. I washed myself quickly and efficiently while he was still recovering and grabbed a bathrobe as he was just starting to wash his hair. I dried myself off and put on my clothes.
1-0 Salvatore, I thought to myself as I got dressed, put my red hair in a ponytail, and headed downstairs to eat. Not bothering to dry or even brush my long red hair, I walked down the stairs to the kitchen feeling very smug. This time, I wasn't the one left panting behind.
When I came into the kitchen, Adam was already there cooking and asked, "Why are you in such a good mood?"
I sat down to wait for my portion and laughed and said, " I gave Damon some back. It's now 1-0 in my favor, so don't be surprised if he's a bit limp. He let the pressure off in the shower. In our shower together."
Adam laughed as he realized what I meant. He handed me a big plate of food in front of me, and I went to eat. There was plenty of macaroni again, and they were tasty; then there was venison and deer; I had learned to taste both flavors and then a good, thick Kassler steak from the pork chop.
I had already eaten a decent meal when Damon arrived in the kitchen without his duration problem, and I was completely innocent while eating. Damon checked my food and brought more.
He said, "I prefer fatty meat for my lady, no dry game, and less pasta for my lady."
Again, he took his time and brought me more smoothies and I drank them. They were fresh and tasty, as always.
He said to Adam. "Miss hasn't been eating enough then, a bit thin, so at least this is what she should be eating, no matter what this individual says. Remember, the lady's stomach is pulling ten liters."
Adam nodded and said: " That's the problem, the lady eats whenever she wants. Not always at the same time as me, when I might have a call or a problem to solve. "
Damon nodded and looked at me. For a long time, and with a very searching look. I wasn't paying attention. I was just being a little innocent Mimi.
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