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34.93% Salvatore Saga, Part One:My life with Damon. / Chapter 196: 35. Kevät. (The spring.)

Chapitre 196: 35. Kevät. (The spring.)

I started organizing fleas. I now found new ways to get the word out, and now we were strong enough that we didn't have to be so secretive, but now we would tell the enemy who they were up against directly. I knew it could bring problems, but I didn't care. Now, it was time to get on with the job. This way, we could also get some more allies, even from influential positions.

It was simple. First, a flea sign was left at every gig—the same for the designated kills. We told them we were behind this thing, full stop, and there would probably be some sort of impact from the time. Similarly, when we saved people, we gave them a golden flea badge, a sign we saved them.

We didn't ask for anything in return, but in one of the medical institutions in France, the gig I went to was actually with relatives of politicians. Their enemies, the other politicians, the corrupt ones, had ordered the drug companies to attack these victims, and what they were testing on people was everything from drugs to what happens if you put a liver in a person from an incubus. Not pleasant work.

We took 15 teenagers from this job to us for intensive care, and Colin was free to help them. What was surprising was that the very herbs I had brought from the jungles were the ones that saved their lives. It made the experience worth it. The teenagers were at our base for a week, and we informed their relatives.

Then we let the teenagers go home perfectly fine. Of course, they remembered everything and told their parents, which then prompted them again to look into the medical facilities, and life for the naughty medical facilities was getting a bit more and more difficult in France.

But even though we made ourselves a target, we weren't so easy that I would have just brazenly announced to half the world who I actually was. Not when there were many of us, then the fun part. Who's a flea? All over Europe, there were fleas; they were in fight clubs; they were in vampire circles, and rumors were being put around that the fleas were Asian or African—a relative of the ninjas. Yakuza, the black sheep with a conscience, is the woman who can't die. A fearless woman. And I had a herd of fleas willingly.

This was so much fun. It's so much easier to act when your enemy knows your name, but not your appearance. My network was impressive at spreading gossip, faking flea sightings, and making fake pictures of a woman leaving a flea mark somewhere.

We let the enemy think at first that I always left a mark in person, but when several strikes were made at the same time, and all of them left marks, the enemy was even more confused. Were they just under a flea, or was the flea involved? We even put a couple more "fleas" of rumored women on the job, and the enemy scratched his head.

But I let some enemies know outright that it was me. And they knew me. They knew what I was capable of. The Sark was one of our primary targets and the way I wanted. I wanted Sark to know that he was being hunted, that it was me. They'd leave a flea mark on Sark's car or a flea mark on a coaster in a bar. It was good to watch in disguise at the bar as Sark drank a drink, found the flea mark, and started looking around in alarm, with the added spice of everything I'd learned from Damon. 

The time or two that Damon had stalked me was very instructive in this case because I knew how stressful it was to be stalked. Oh, I enjoyed that very much. I would leave dried roses in Sark's car or pictures of him talking to whoever, pictures just the other day when I had a little printer with me to print out pictures from my phone. Sark also got quite a few lessons in how fucking sniper I was, and let's just say he lasted a few weeks, then he retired somewhere safe and didn't really come out... and his subordinates died now and then, for whatever reason.

Only downside it was that I was no telepath, this would had been pretty perfect if I could have sent have feeling chased in his mind, but I did this my style. It was time for me to learn how to be scary stalker too. I knew that if I would ever caught sark, he would die slowly and I would enjoy it so much and let it show. But time for it would be later as he went into hiding and took bounty off me. I am effective when I want to be.

My routine was simple. I woke up in the morning after sleeping out on the terrace. I actually had a bed out there. I stretched my time, then padded into the kitchen to make coffee, fry some wagyu steaks, take a couple of pheasant egg omelets, and put them in the microwave. Some french fries and fried an enormous pile of bacon or pork belly, thinly sliced, crispy, and perfect, then took three liters of Coca-Cola and a one-and-a-half-liter bottle of Palma lemon soda from Finland.

And piled all my morning food on the table while looking at the perfect landscape as I ate as much food as I could fit in. Adam posted messages infrequently. I had given Damon's stuff to him to take with him, so if the gentleman turned up at any point, he would know where to find his own stuff. I knew he was in touch with Adam from time to time.

As soon as I had eaten and got dressed, I went for a walk on the beach in the sand and waded in the water. I had a swimsuit, so I went for a swim now and then. I was enjoying life, and it had a very peaceful rhythm to it, although I wondered, as I had never fucked in the sand, if I was getting sand in all the wrong places.

After my time on the beach, I went back inside, made some more coffee, and now retired to my office. I checked my email, and there were various monitoring reports and other information on several sites. 

Pamela had sent me an interesting video clip. It wasn't related to any gig, but she had come across it by chance, and being very loyal to me, she thought it would be good for me to know. I saw on the video how a provocatively dressed Rebecca met Damon; they had dinner in a pleasant restaurant. The kissing was intense, but what surprised me was that a strange man came into the restaurant. He was dark, tall, and a bit boyish, and he took Rebecca away. And she was very pleased to see him. Damon's expression on the video was irritated and frustrated.

I didn't think why. Pamela had put in a message that the other man in the video was Rebecca's brother Cole, who I hadn't had the pleasure of meeting yet, another original. Pamela's analysis of the situation was even more disturbing and according to her Damon had been trying to seduce Rebecca for some specific reason and it had nothing to do with sex, Damon had been trying to fish for information or get Rebecca to do something and Cole's interference messed the whole thing up. So, the question was probably about vampire politics. Fine, then it was.

I was in Monaco for 12 weeks at flea work. After I'd been in Monaco for four weeks, a couple of gigs came up in Russia, and I was free, so I flew over and started organizing gigs. There was a week gap between them; we were pretty close to the border with Finland, and I had time to do a brief trip. I'd be back in time for the gig, though.

This was just something that I was maybe brave enough to do or get this thing done. last vestige of my human life would be done. I felt so much different what I had been then. I was now stone-cold killer who got pleasure when killed. albeit Baddies but still. I had my memories. Sharp as ever and so many that I had no idea that i had. I had gone through them during the world saving gig, when I had lied in the jungle. Unable to move or breathe, I had used them to distract myself.

I went for a drive to Finland. I had a couple of places I was going to visit. Maybe it was partly nostalgia, or maybe I just needed to get a closure on things. I don't know what drove me to go. It would be maybe bittersweet, or then I would remain as numb as I was, not really felt anything. Not any big feeling, not loss, yearning, nothing. Then I arrived in Lappeenranta and went to a flower shop and picked up a couple of bouquets. I had several different currencies, and I was now rich. This time when I would go in flower shop, I would not throw a tantrum. I could buy house here too. Keep my language skills on. I didn't even know if my trip was going to be any good. If it would still exist where I was going. 

I drive familiar roads even it had been so long when I had last been around here. Still not feeling much anything. This was me. Supernatural creature nowadays, maybe we don't feel always feelings like humans does. I have seen how easy it is to kill, to lose a live, and I know I will forever. I will never die. It had changed me quite fundamentally. It was good to have time to reflect on myself, maybe this was that personal growth or something. 

I arrived, sighed, and picked up the bouquets: one blue, cornflowers, yellow and white freesias, and one violet with roses and whatnot, as long it was violet, there was one huge hydrangea as well. I walked to the cemetery gate and opened it. I was wondering, what they would think of me if they would see me, or recognize me even. Would they believe me being a same person than back then?

My footsteps made no sound on the gravel path as I walked through the quiet cemetery, and I actually didn't know what I was even expecting. I had denim dress on, i had found one and this was actually very comfortable but fashionable enough. My blonde hair was loose and wind tossed my hair in my face. 

I was in my deep thoughts and not really paid any attentions to my surroundings. Suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my shoulder, smelled the passionfruit and looked. Damon?

Damon said, "I don't have that much time, baby, but I was in Russia at the same time as you, and I got your idea. I thought I'd come with you."

I nodded. I said, "I feel nothing, not really and I have no idea why I am here but maybe this is for closure or something. My last shreds of my humanity."

Damon said nothing. He kept me close to him, walking next to me. I eventually found what I was looking for, and it was now in the parish's care. I didn't even know if my uncle and aunt were still alive to look after it. It was my grandmother's grave. The one who is part of my lineage of originals. She died long before I was born, My mom was about 13 when she died. I had seen a few pictures of her and she looked just like my mom. 

The headstone had the dates of her name on it, and it now had three brass plaques: one for my mother, one for my sister, and one for me. It was weird to see my old life's name on it, even though I hadn't been that person for years. decades maybe. I put the bouquets in the vases as I fetched water for them.

I could feel Damon, probing my thought, looking through my memories, of my human life. He could see those pictures as well. He was silent. Being next to me. I had to stop myself to call him as my husband. I had almost had idea that what my mom and sister said to see me married, but I was not anymore. I was divorcee. Leader of goddamn resistance.

I remember how my sister ashes were put in there, my dad had died recently and it was just me and few relatives. So many memories but not much feelings. maybe human feelings are too mild for me to feel. 

I said to Damon,as I felt I need to explain "The blue and yellow bouquet was almost like my mother's wedding bouquet, and my sister liked the violet one. I didn't bring a bouquet for myself."

Damon was standing next to me, and somehow, I thought it was very sweet and important that he was with me on this trip. He wanted to support me, or see my old life, help me get my closure or whatever I was after. Then we went back to parking lot. I had time to have little road trip still.

I said, "I need to go for a drive. To have some feeling, I am being nostalgic, and let's call it a trip down memory lane. I am trying to feel something but so far nothing comes. But I have time to drive around so you can go."

Damon said. "Fine, I'll come with you. I'll leave my car here, and you can drop me off when we get back." 

I nodded and went to my SUV. It was an Audi, multihued metallic with latest treats, SUV, again the latest model, and Damon looked at it for a while, but he now came with me as I drove a route I hadn't driven for a long time. He was sitting next to me and I was just not thinking anything special but my normal irritation on other drivers were evident as I softly cussed under my breath and in my mind as well. We drove for twenty kilometers when we arrived at an old house, yellow with white trims and it was old as hell, which was now dark.

It was nowadays my cousin's place; my father and aunts had lived there for a long time, and I didn't know if my aunts were still alive. My dad had been part of building this. This was old, old house and not that special. We used to visit aunts here, have midsummer festival here, or Christmas, expect when my mom was alive, then it was just my dad going in here as my mom did not want to spent time here always. All I had seen was that it was now listed as a summer place in my cousin's name.

The yard was run down, and the flower beds that used to be so well-kept were overgrown. The canopy frame was rusted, the barbecue hut was still in place, and the yard had been plowed even though it was spring and winter. Old greenhouse was still there, but it was not covered and snow had done some damage. 

I walked to the back of the house. There was other greenhouse, it was old as well, worn out. There were brick-bordered flower beds, hostas, and others. veritable pet semetary. My cats, one fat white, long-haired green eyes, and chaos cat, was here as well, few of our dogs too. I left pink roses in the snow, and quite a few of our pets were buried there at one time. Then I went around the yard, telling to Damon memories of things, I could feel him in my mind, living those memories and his low chuckles echoed in my ears and when I drove back, intending leaving Damon in his car.

But then he said, "I'm glad you shared all that with me, baby, and the car is a rental. I can ride with you."

it seemed that he wanted spent time with me, even if it was little time. 

I said, " Fine, you want to see my house in Moscow? I bought it on a world-saving tour?" 

Road was fully idiots, morons, imbeciles, my vocabulary was impressive and my sat nav was turned off as I knew my route. I saw Damon turning it on; it was Finnish; it had one of my earlier routes. I drove fast and got by if someone slower was driving in front of me; I was not going to spend my days driving behind this goddamn slug. This car was magnificent to drive, and I was driving as fast as possible more or less.

Damon said, "Fine, I can see your house, but now missy, what is the address? Turn the navigator into English and let me drive before..."

I didn't take his threat seriously and drove down the highway cursing and fucking every driver. I was not going to put my playlist and start to sing as i had no idea what this specimen next to me would like it. 

"Baby, find a stop, my bladder can't take it. I am not making concentrate so I need to take a leak." Damon said in calm voice.

I knew that rest stop was coming, and I slowed my car and drove deftly in there.

So I parked the car in the rest area, and before I could react, he put his teeth in my neck and velveted me right there and then.

When I woke up, I was in the back seat. I wasn't feeling too velvety, and I noticed we were already on the Russian side. Yeah, I must have slept for hours then. I opened my eyes. 

Damon said, in pretty strict voice, "You weren't listening. See, my teeth don't appreciate your road rage, so they work. Next time I warn you, remember, I only warn you once."

I nodded and got myself seated as I took my time trying. I then slid into the front seat to sit down and put my seatbelt on. I saw I was less than half an hour away from my house. I sat nicely as Damon pulled into the driveway, whistled, and then got out of the car.

I dug my keys out of my pocket and opened the door. I took off my clothes, and Damon walked in with them on, looking around.

I said, "I'll go make some coffee so we can have something to eat. My gig isn't up yet, so I'm free."

I went into the kitchen. I took everything I had baked from the freezer and made the coffee, and as I was getting the cups out, I heard the door bang. I went to look and saw a car driving away with Damon in it. Apparently, he got something then, well, fine.

I put another cup back in the cupboard, had the coffee, ate, rested, and got ready for the gig. I had a few days before the gig, and I put the house in order. It had been a brief encounter. Maybe made Damon see me in a different light. I don't know if that was the reason he had left or if some emergency had come up.

I didn't have to think about it as I gathered my gear and went, did the gig, was now in the front row, the destroyer, and got to shoot the bad guys so damn much. The gig was a success. This was a tiny little facility, but there were so many nasty experiments being done and victims being killed that this had to be put away for the day.

Then I was free when I got back to base, unloaded my supplies, and went back to Monaco and did that. There, I continued to work, mostly at the desk now. And when I concentrate on something, I concentrate on it. I had my own quiet lifestyle; I was working but swimming, enjoying, taking it easy, and time was flying by. Adam communicated little; apparently, werewolf problems kept him busy.

For the next eight weeks, I was mostly behind a desk; as I said, I didn't have to go to gigs if I didn't want to. Eventually, I went back to America in case I ran into any handsome men there. I actually had a scouting mission booked in Nevada.

When I thought about it, maybe I wouldn't want to run into Damon there. That job would put me talking to strange men all day every day and the gentleman might not be happy about it. Even though we weren't married again, and it had been over a year since we last fucked, probably a year and a half at least.

There would be a few more months before that gig that I could tour around America exploring and doing blow-ups when I was blessed with them. I'd probably buy another new car, not an SUV this time, but some wonderfully fast convertible again.


Chapitre 197: 36. Hasta Manana.

I ended up doing all sorts of gigs around America for nine weeks, buying a few more mansions on the way, living on bases part of the time, and organizing from there. I had money and if I saw one that I wanted I bought it. 

Adam was on a couple of the gigs, or I left him to do the gigs, and then I went elsewhere. I heard rumors that Salvatore was taking a relaxing couple of weeks' cruise in the Caribbean, but I didn't care now.

I was in work mode, and with Damon and I being a divorced couple, he was free to do what he wanted. I knew the vampire man was fooling around with other women even if he was married, so I didn't care. I didn't have to care. I was free to focus on my work and not need to make sure to have time for relationship. 

Damon and I weren't in a relationship that I had any right to claim him for myself, now I was literally on the same level with other women and I wasn't tall, big-breasted, and wide of the hips, Damon's taste in women went in that direction more than anything else.

I was 55 kilos fucking fit, full of muscle, and swimming had kept my body in shape. I wasn't curvy. In fact, I wasn't even in a horrible fucking mood now. Month after month went by, and the lust for the fucking diminished. It lost its meaning when it was just something I sometimes did.

I felt less like a woman and more like leader, doer and even in part soldier as well. Organizer. I had many roles and my organization was the one taking my focus right now. I was no time to be beloved, woman, sex-beast. Not right now.

And sometimes, I could do but when the blow-ups and planning protocols and safety systems took up most of my time, I was focused on them. Magnum helped some, but then again, Jarod was also helpful when he got on the bad guys' heads, so to speak, and I got a few extra tips on what to consider and what to equip myself with. Jarod spent time in bases with me if he happened to be area. As Centre was after him, he had to move from time to time so centre became one enemy of us too. I put quite few fleas to see how we could best crippled them.

I then went through the protocols also with Adam. We were working full time, and he took a few of his army buddies along for the ride then. We agreed on the most effective protocols and protective gear, and Magnum was the main planner, but he had recruited more people to do all the work, whatever was needed. It was just obvious that we had to gear up for part of the job quite comprehensively. I had gotten my first real lesson of need of proper safety gear on one goddamn mission what was supposed to be easy one.

If it hadn't been for Penn, Brian, and Fred, my trusty sidekicks, at one of the blow-ups, I would have been caught when I found I was still vulnerable to tasers. They had taken taser bullets. One hit my leg and stunned me instantly, and if it hadn't been for my support team carrying me to safety in time, the guards that were coming would have taken me for a Krycheck once again. I was out like a light from one fucking bullet for three hours and I compelled them more or less to see that it had not been that bad. 

But I didn't tell Adam about this at all and downplayed it conveniently to Magnum, but he made me some bulletproof pants or ones that didn't let the taser bullets work. It was one of those balance of terror things where the bad guy made a move; we made a countermove, and the bad guys reacted to them again. If only Adam or Damon would have known, I was not sure what they would have done to me. So I kept my secrets.

 I had jobs all over America, and I got to be a leader effectively before I went to Las Vegas to play waitress. The gig was simple. I was in the casinos, waiting tables and listening. All day, I listened and walked around in my little waitress outfit. This was job for women and I was in good shape enough to pull this through.

I wore fishnet tights with a short black skirt, a tight white shirt, and my hair was in braids. I kept it blonde now and proper makeup on, high heels on my feet. I had tight body corset that gave me more hourglass shape, lifted my breasts properly up. There were a lot of supernaturals, alphas, vampires, succubi, incubi, and all kinds of people from all over the world, even from the underworld, and I walked between the tables carrying dishes and drinks, food, letting the men stare and comment on my body. I was now pretending to be human and trying to be a bimbo blonde to the best of my ability. 

It was not hard role to pull, not at all as world was full of bimbos. I was just one more of them. Again, with my memory, I was getting quite juicy information, from everything and everyone. Lot of info was like that I did nothing to it, yet, like very descriptive stories of alpha parties, where there had been this time five young bitches to learn how to take cock and fuck. Or quite dark stories few vampires that were discussing what they dare to do as Lord Salvatore seems to be everywhere and he always knows. I hoped not, and that my disguise was good enough. My vampire husband did not need to see this. He might take this wrong way.

There were quite many alphas talking about heat, bitches, how they are waiting when someone gets heat so whole pack gets to fuck. Poor girls. It was not my job to stop that, but I did not want to be werewolf, not at all. Few packs were planning killing Bran. I almost stopped and thanked them. 

There were few tables full of vampire women, I was more or less rolling my eyes as these were Damon's fans; they praised him, more or less and talked about how he fucks them all the time and takes to movies and whatever. I felt nothing. I did not let myself feel anything. I was now Flea. Not Mimi.

 Oh, that I got a lot of information, which I passed on to the fleas and considerately to Adam because I knew Bran hadn't let us out of his grip. On the blasting missions, I had already done protocols, things to ensure safety at all times.

My mind worked its own way. So I came up with my own things. Again, surprise was our side as my protocols were something new. This job gave my mind ample time to think things through. 

I knew that Adam and Magnum had taught them a lot of these things, but I had my own lessons, too. I was thinking about these protocols and everything else as I was listening to everybody talk.

In the evenings, I would do gigs if I happened to be on. Now, I didn't do any Reddington gigs when I was alone, and the rest of the time, I was organizing stock. During the day, you heard a lot more information as people and creatures came in for lunch and chatted about many things.

I got so much information on many things that I had no use, not really not yet but maybe in the future.

Still, in the evenings, it was so much more boisterous that they rarely talked about business, so I was listening during the day, but there was always a flea listening. There were several of us spies waiting tables because Vegas is a big place, and it took an entire army of waitresses and waiters. We went through the information in the evenings, and the night shift could leave a report on the table for me to read before I went to the scouting. 

My desk was full of papers and my days were busy but then again, something inside me was content. I was doing what I supposed to be doing. Now I had that goddamn army. Prophecies were roadsigns, but I had no time to delve into them as an everyday business in fleas kept me busy.

Warehouses were filling up, stuff came in because we were getting a lot of material from some of the gigs—for example, medicines. Whenever we found a naughty pharmaceutical warehouse or shipment, we would raid it if at all possible. We needed to collect things as the hamsters and Magnum scoured through these warehouses pretty darn efficiently. There was always something he could tinker with to make some new security equipment or something.

He found his calling as our quartermaster more or less. He was very good at what he did and he did quite a few pieces for me but there was always chance to adjust vest or whatever so if there was tight spot someone could take my gear too; they weren't so made by measure. I kept my stuff behind lock and key. They were much lighter than others and Magnum made them strong as others but he always did best for me. He knew what I was capable of and it would be essential for me to be able to act so gear would not hinder me. Humans were different as they would not move so fast or be so nimble as I was. 

We found other people's stashes too. Demons or witches. I always had Dresden and Constantine go through them and remove anything dangerous. They were very careful, and if Bridgette happened to be around like she was a couple of times, I let her go in and see what she could find. She found treasures, or so she said, and took a few books with her every time.

My principle was just to get things away from all the bad guys, and if our side could use them to do good, it would be a great victory. I kept the storage locations strictly between us. Centre was one place what was our target, and we found information there mostly, and Jarod went through that first thing. I didn't need Bran, for example, to know how much stuff we already had in the pile, and that's why I didn't tell Adam that much, either. However, he was busy and spent quite a bit of time in New Orleans—some problem with the pack.

 In between, I might go through a couple of safe deposit boxes and use that money to buy weapons or explosives, for example. I had some contacts where I could buy guns and, well; I didn't do any of those deals myself. Magnum was one of our main buyers and Ruby and Sapphire were the others, our female partners. Ruby was blonde and small, always wearing red, and while Sapphire was dark and tall, they wore blue, and they were inseparable, a real power couple. 

I was learning to delegate, or find people to do certain jobs, not everything was for me. Not at all. I was getting better in my role as leader and I knew how to be strict and when to listen too, but remembering that I had ultimate responsibility. How fast this had grown, was quite amazing, and I had no idea what we could achieve or how many lives we would save or then lose but this was it. 

For a while, I couldn't believe how fast my little organization had grown and started to slowly cover the entire world—even Australia. There are pharmaceutical companies there, too. I was sitting at my desk in our headquarters, and I was looking at the list of names. I was leader of goddamn imperium but I did not use my vampire title anywhere. I had little knowledge of vampire politics and no will to get involve in that. I could have, I was lady Salvatore, but I kept that out of my organization.

This was everyone who had been with us, and now the number was in the tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands. For a moment, I was very almost confused. I felt, on the one hand, it was great that there were so many of us involved, but then the responsibility I had inspired more or less everyone, almost according to this, was my ideology from the beginning.

I felt responsible for all of them. I knew our gigs might not always work out, and these people were prepared to risk their lives for me. But I had to go on. I had started this, and I was ready now to really take responsibility for this thing. It was time for me to show the bad guys what I had created and what we could do.

We got donations and friends. We had money coming in, and I tried to use it as cleverly as I could go further on our cause and not waste it on anything unnecessary, even though our accounts were full. You never knew what you would need.

 During those nine weeks, I met two very special men. The first one actually tried to snipe me. I had been in Vegas for five weeks. I trudged to my car in the evening, my footsteps echoing on the asphalt as I let all the information I had gained during the day structure itself into my mind. It was surprisingly exhausting being a waitress, and although I was in good shape, my body was clearly showing the strain as every muscle ached, and I couldn't wait to get in my car.

I was on my way to my car when I saw a flash in the distance. Now Las Vegas is full of lights and flashing things; you wouldn't think one flash would catch your attention. This wasn't just any flash. But if you happen to be a sharp-shooter like I am, I knew right away what it was. Something caught my eye, and this was stalking me from one of the hotel rooms.

I ran away at vampire speed, and the bullet hit where I had been a moment before. I looked in the direction the bullet had come from and said out loud. I knew my shooter was still looking through the scope.

See if he could read my lips. "You're a coward, or you don't have the guts to come face to face with me. Mirage, suite 5231, penthouse." 

I walked to my car, sat down, and sighed. My legs were so fucking tired from all the fucking walking. Then I went to my hotel. My mind was tired too. I used my pretender skill all the day, and it was exhausting as one part of my brain was working all the time and not everything even come to my conscious mind right way.

Tired, I went to my penthouse, my muscles needing a bath. I put the food in the oven and went to pour myself a luxurious bubble bath that did wonders for my sore muscles. I was enjoying myself as this lily of valley scented bath was just what I needed. I was there for 45 minutes, got up, and put on a velour jumpsuit when I went to eat. Now, I didn't care about being beautiful or attractive; now, it was time for comfort.

A couple of hours later, I got a call from the lobby that I had a visitor. I told them to put the guest up.

The door was open, so I heard my mysterious murderer walk into the room. I sat in an armchair, looking bored. I was still wearing my velour suit. My hair was down, I was without make-up, very young looking, and trying to look like I was bored. But I was anything but bored.

The man who walked in his appearance might be best described when two actors came to mind: Brett Dalton and Michael Des Barres. The man was Murdock. I had heard of him and had let my reputation as a sniper ring in his ears. He walked over to the table and sat opposite me.

I looked at the man and said in a calm, innocent voice. " Why did you try to shoot me? Haven't you heard I am immortal? You wouldn't have even knocked me unconscious, at most irritated, and after working all day as a waitress, my nerves are not the best, and I could have responded quite lethally. As you know, my reputation." I kept my little girl act up flawlessly.

The man smiled and said, "I'm a Murdock, an assassin, just like you are, aren't you, Flea? Isn't that right? You certainly live up to your name, little girl in pajamas. I don't think I'd know better if I didn't know who you are. Perhaps I just wanted to get your attention."

He looked at me almost paternalistically. There was almost need to care in his eyes. 

I smiled back and said, " What do you want?" 

Murdoc was silent for a moment and leaned back and said, "I want to teach you. You have skill and lots of it, but I don't for one minute think you couldn't use a little mentoring. The kind of tricks that come with experience when your organization is already quite large. I'm only human and maybe I want to have a student of my own to impart the lessons after I'm dead. Maybe I want to make the best of the world even better." 

I thought about it for a moment and said, "I'll contact you when I need to, for real. I'm here now gathering information, but if you have some time off and need a job, I have an extensive list of victims. Have you been involved with Reddington? He's got gigs, too, and he pays well. As far as being human, your life can be very much longer than the normal 80 years. And If you prefer to be something other, I guess it can be done too."

I stood up. I walked to the cupboard or little fridge and took a little bag of my blood, poured a decilitre of it into a crystal glass, and then put soda water on top.

I gave the drink to Murdock and said, " That'll give you ten more years. It'll rejuvenate you."

He looked at me for a moment and drank the drink in a couple of sips, feeling my blood begin to rejuvenate and help. Quite many, including magnum has told me that it is quite euphoria but not addictive, to drink my blood and there is strawberry taste in it.

Murdoc was quiet, enjoying himself, and said, " Yeah, I know Reddington. And I can take a job. I can work without pay from time to time if you're short of money." 

He sounded somehow more chipper now. My blood has that effect on humans. 

I smiled and said, "I don't have time for Reddington victims all the time, so I'll give you a list. Twelve names are $12,500 per name. Do as many or as few as you want."

I gave him the list and instructions on how to get his money. I gave him Reddington's contact information, and Murdock thanked me and walked away. He didn't give me his contact information. Fine by me.

I enjoyed the rest of the day when I went to bed for the night, actually. I couldn't always do the gigs; sometimes, I had to get some sleep; when I was in complete control of my environment, it was approaching OCD, and then I could sleep when it got into my head that I was completely safe.

A couple of days went by and I was leaving the waitressing job again on my way to the car. Someone came and wrapped his arms around my upper torso and stuck an injection in my neck. It didn't do anything.

I pulled away with a sharp jerk, turned around, and said, "Really? Ketamine hasn't worked on me for many years. Do your homework before you come at me, whoever the fuck you are."

The man was another cross between Michael Hall and Heath Ledger. Apparently, my reputation had rubbed off on the next murderer. And let's see if this is any good.

I sighed and said, "Dexter? Dexter Morgan?"

He nodded, confused. He said, "It's not actually Morgan, but it's the same guy. You're a flea then, and you really are, what I've heard, interesting. I came here to offer my skills for your organization and for you. If you have a nasty guy or want to find out if someone deserves to die, I can help."

I said. " Yeah, yeah, I can use you too." I handed him my flea contact business card and said, " Talk to this guy, and if you try that trick again, I'll kill you. Is that clear?"

I was a bit nervous and not in a playful mood at all because I could have broken his neck on reflex alone if I didn't control myself. He nodded and left without saying a word.

I thought to myself that such was my luck. Luckily, this satanic venture will soon be over for me as people from Missouri come to continue, so I might get to spend some quality time with the men, maybe if there's anyone available.

Back then, I had no idea just how freaking important these two and magnum would be in my life later on. They would be my other family with few other ones. They would help me out hardest time of my life, be there when I would experience loss like no other, they would even keep me in their arms, making sure I would sleep or eat. They are still very important to me, Damon knows them, he is quite friendly with them and I do not know about his motives. Is he just keeping enemies closer or is he taking them as his own as well?


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