Chapitre 180: 19.We Are Champions.
I left the cage, happy to collect my reward. I could feel the blood of the split demons working even as I looked at Adam. Damon stood up, and Brianna took a pocketmate out of her bag and gave it to Damon, who took a sip.
Soon, Damon wrapped himself around Brianna, and they kissed. Brianna flinched, somehow she was scared. The elders furrowed their brows and looked disapproving. They didn't appreciate the vampire drink. I gave it a shot.
I went and snuggled up to Adam and said loud enough for Damon to hear. "Tonight, you, Hauptmann, get to put on your best again because, in case you didn't see, this little flea confronted three split demons and fed on them with a vengeance. "
Adam growled the crowd oohed as we went at it, and as usual, the first thing Adam did was bite down hard on my mating mark now. Then we kissed.
Adam said, now quite loudly. " My mate, you can be sure I can hardly wait until our new house."
The Elders looked on with interest and talked animatedly amongst themselves. Damon sat still. Then he leaned slightly towards Brianna, did something, and whispered something in her ear. She stood up and walked away on her own.
Damon spoke to the elders after Brianna had gone to the car. He'd drugged her, compelled her, and told her to take the car. His nerves were wearing thin. It was time to put this farce to bed.
" Now I know, I am a telepath, that you are fed up with Brianna and her antics but are powerless to do anything about it. I could kill her easily enough, but there could be repercussions in vampire circles, and besides, I have a vendetta to exact from whoever sold me to Brianna. Now, I suggest you hire or suggest to Adam and Mimi that Brianna be assassinated. That would be the best way. Then I will have my revenge when I can demand compensation from Bran for the assassination of my wife, or accident, whatever. And then I get to take back who belongs to me. If this doesn't work for you, know that I'll kill Brianna myself, and soon enough. Besides, it'll take me a few days now to get a lesson for my actual wife. I suggest you retract your erroneous statement about me and Mimi's vampire divorce, but say nothing to her yet. Go ahead and propose. See where it goes from there."
The Elders nodded. Damon stood up like a ghost and strode away. Now quite different from before. His core was free, and it had given him the power to shake the vampire potion from his mind. Still, he didn't tell Brianna that, but not when he acted.
He had made a few tooth substances with which he had now kept Brianna in check for over 24 hours. A little show here at the club was mandatory when Brianna had a lot of vampires under her belt. But not for long. Damon left to his own car, driving towards his next location.
We got our money. I put on my denim jacket, and I could feel the demon blades inside me, wondering if Samuel was coming or if I could direct Adam to take them off. We went out the other door, a green light flashed, and both our scores came up on the scoreboard.
The morning was still cool when we went to the car. I was just getting in the car when the elders came to talk to us.
They said, "You are a very talented fighter. We have never seen another fighter so brutal and the way you drank their blood."
I politely thanked him, "Thank you. I use that mostly for my rage,"
"We are sorry that Salvatore abandoned you. You would have been a much more suitable wife for him than my granddaughter. Brianna forced vampire divorce paper, but it's not official according to the old ways. We have a proposition for you. We would like one of you to kill my granddaughter. Brianna is broken, as you can see. She uses unauthorized means to get what she wants and, in the process then, breaks such good couples as you and Damon were. We can't kill her ourselves. I mean, we physically can't. We have that kind of family bond."
Adam came up to me, pushed me a little behind him, and said to me, "Get in the car already." I obeyed.
Adam said, "That's an interesting suggestion, but I don't think it's just a romantic relationship. There's probably more to it than that. I'd like to know a bit more about the reasons and the implications before I agree. And I can't make any promises yet."
Elder said, " Brianna has been gathering supporters for centuries. If Salvatore, whose idea this was, kills her, then there could be a civil war between the vampires, but Salvatore won't wait long. But when Bran, Marrok sold Salvatore to Brianna, of course, Brianna lied to him, and as she always does, so if you get Marrok's permission, then we can claim compensation from Marrok for Brianna's death."
Adam said, " Fine, I'll contact you soon if I can sort it out."
Then the elders gave Adam their business cards. They turned and walked away.
Adam stood for a moment. Now, if this happened, Bran would get a proper bashing and maybe learn something, but Adam knew Damon would be free to come to Mimi, and he knew Damon would win back Mimi's heart.
He would lose Mimi, at least to the extent that they were now. But nothing would break their mating bond, and if Salvatore came back, he would just have to learn that he was with her, too.
Adam was torn. On the one hand, he would have wanted to just let things be, not interfere, let the vampires war with each other, but Mimi was also a vampire, and Damon's wife, Mimi, could suffer a civil war. But if he did this, he could lose Mimi. He sighed, then got in the car.
Adam got in the car and said, "Brianna has to be killed, but there's a complication. And I don't know what's going to happen."
I nodded. I had been thinking about it myself. Adam was quiet.
" If the elders hadn't seen me fighting and eating demons, Damon's marriage wouldn't have bothered them so much. Now, I was obviously worthy of their attention, strong enough." I said to Adam.
Adam said, " It's actually nothing to do with you. They can't kill themselves, and Salvatore has given this idea. Bran is in on it, and Damon wants to screw Bran by getting compensation for him. "
I said, "Damon's idea, but what happened to his addiction?"
Adam said, " Gone, somehow, and Brianna has allies. There could be a vampire civil war, and since you are officially Damon's vampire wife, you could get caught up in it if Damon kills Brianna himself."
I said, " Really, he's considering killing her himself?"
Adam nodded.
" If we kill Brianna, then what's to stop the three of them from starting to put Damon and me back together?" I wondered out loud again.
Adam said, "I don't think the elders will pull you together. You two belong together, and I'm sure Damon will come into the picture somewhere along the way, but missy, we have a mating bond, and nothing will break it. It's time for Salvatore to really learn that there are consequences for actions in the long run and right. Now, I will not stand back and obey Damon when it comes to you and me. We've been mates for over six months. We have a bond; it's just a fact that Salvatore needs to learn, and honey, if Damon comes back and you're doing well, don't feel bad about it if you're not with me all the time. Our relationship will last, even if you fuck with Damon for a month straight."
I said, " I'm not taking Salvatore back yet, and I know we are in a different fucking way than I ever was with Damon."
We kissed passionately in the car. I could still feel the split demons kicking in, and I was wetting my cunt pretty damn good. Adam laughed low. I saw his nostrils twitch as he smelled the state of my pussy. His hand wandered under my shirt, down my back, unhooking my bra that I always wore in a fight.
Then he found my nipples, got me pretty wild, and said low in my ear, " Do you know that bra you have the ultimate seduction these days? It makes me quite wild."
I sighed as his skilled, hot fingers teased my nipples, his hands pinched and squeezed my breasts, and I felt my nipples rubbing against his palms. Then he pulled his hands away, started the car, and drove off.
I got my seatbelt on and said, " Oh, Hauptman, you've got iron self-control."
Adam grunted and steered the car away from downtown towards our house. It was in the countryside.
Adam said, "I need to talk to Bran about this if he's in a talking mood. I know Bran might be vindictive enough after Brianna promised one and then didn't. There are consequences, but if there's a killing, I'll handle it. You don't get involved, you understand? This has to be the pack's business, not Damon's ex-wife's, who just wants Damon back. This better be a revenge authorized by Marrok, almost. I'm not gonna tell Bran he's gonna have to pay restitution, not one bit."
I nodded, thinking along the same lines myself. My nipples were on full display, my pussy all ready, and yet I was thinking about the future. Maybe Damon had gotten over me and was now free to go to bed with whoever he wanted, and the freedom like that, for a man like Damon, would be pretty damn liberating. But what had changed? How had he gotten over his addiction, and why this desire to kill sweet Brianna? Ten questions flooded my mind, but no simple answer.
We drove the rest of the way in silence. We arrived at the house, and neither of us paid any attention to the black SUV parked almost at the edge of the woods. We had no neighbors, but it escaped both of our eyes.
I went inside, intending to take a shower. I was somewhat covered in demon slime and other excreta, although it was now evaporating quite quickly. I was already taking the stairs upstairs, thinking in my mind that now we could consecrate the animal-print room.
The shower was lovely. I washed myself with boiling water, and my body still felt the blood of the division demons; after Adam's little treatment, my hands were a bit restless. I knew my alpha couldn't join me in the shower just yet when he left to call Bran. Oh, that self-restraint of his.
But I understood he wanted to get this thing over with. Then, we could focus on each other. As usual, after fight clubs, things would be quite wild for the two of us. I had turned Adam into a sex beast also, more or less. I mentally imagine how my super dominant boyfriend, my alpha, is coming on top of me and thrusting his enormous cock into my wet pussy, implanting me mercilessly.
This got me pretty wild, so I let my fingers find my clit and start to tease it.
I sent a mental picture to Adam of what I was about to do to myself, and Adam said, "Hold your mind, I can take care of you. You're not interfering with yourself."
His voice in my mind was dominant, and it made me pretty much wild again. I dried off after my shower and let my hands run over my scars, and they still didn't bother me. Again, I just put on a simple stretch cotton dress. It went with my shape and length; I put on panties but no bra.
One crazy thought popped into my head, and I started giggling wildly when I thought about it. Not everything with Damon and I had been blissful and happy when we were together.
The Lord has a dark side and a black side it is. A side that wants to teach lessons. Or the time the elders put the evil spirit inside him at our wedding? He was a real black mamba. Damon's alter ego I've had to deal with more times than I care to remember.
Isn't it enough that I'm being hounded by every pharmaceutical company in the world, yet my husband, who is now, thankfully, an ex? Damon talked me out of my head and threatened me. It always started the same way, for weeks, stalking me and then anyone. Jarod was one excellent target.
He left black roses, attacked Adam and Magnum, and compelled them to celebrate. Then he finally grabbed me, drugged me, and carried me off to a cabin or whatever shed where he had lovingly made dental products. And then, just as lovingly, poured them into me, sending fear and terror along the way.
The latest version was without the evil spirit, so no fear and horror came when the stabbing and rib-crushing, i.e., from mental torture to physical. But it was a completely different thing. Damon had enjoyed seeing me in pain and bleeding—strange guy.
The result of these episodes was that when Charles, Magnum, or Adam usually rescued me, I was afraid of Damon, terrified. Dresden always gave Damon a potion to bring him back to his senses.
Damon then had to wrap himself around me for so long that I stopped shaking and being scared. The last time took 28 hours, but after this last episode, there was no fear of Damon.
Now that I knew Damon had gotten rid of the vampire potion and realized he was being manipulated, he would probably react and want to teach Brianna. This was the thought that made me laugh.
I imagined how he would do that to Brianna and the look on Brianna's face, the rib press, and Brianna's ample breasts. Well, that could be interesting. And if Damon made Brianna afraid of himself, would he even help her? Definitely not.
I wondered and laughed as I thought of the look on Brianna's face when she would wake up in the shed tied to that cold steel table, feeling the rib clamp around her. But then Damon said he had made them to my measurements. Hmm. How long does it even take to make one of those?
I got dressed and went downstairs. The kitchen was empty, and I had put no lights on. We could see fine at low light. We had little spotlights embedded in the walls at regular intervals, but I didn't even turn them on when I went into the almost dark kitchen.
I was hungry whether I had stuffed myself full of powerful blood or not. Adam was still on the phone. I saw the light on in his study. It came from just under the door into the dark corridor as I turned into the kitchen.
I was already deciding what to take as I approached the fridge. I went to get myself some supper. I opened the fridge and started picking out dishes when a voice behind me said, "Sleepy time, baby."
At the same time, a firm arm wrapped around me, pulling me against the strong male body relentlessly, and I felt the medicine in my jugular knock me unconscious; for some reason, I smelled passionfruit before the darkness came.
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