Chapitre 265: 24. FF by Kent.
I finished my breakfast. I dressed in blue jeans with sneakers and a white tee shirt, resembling a bodyguard or something. I didn't see Damon, Adam, or Bran at all until the guests arrived. The motorcade, well, two cars, these were newer cars, and as I was thinking and remembering with Mimosa, this was a pretty damn rich and powerful bunch.
The cars were armored; I could see that, and I knew they weren't cheap. I suspected that there was a seduction or manipulation of the pack behind this. When the car stopped there, another redhead ran straight into Damon's lap with about a whimper or two. Same with Adam. And Samuel.
These were some very traumatized werewolves. From what I remember of my Marrok days, this pack was not a problem pack. Now, it comprised a couple of alphas and hysterical women, and then there were the men again, who looked at me appraisingly.
And there was even one vampire. Damon greeted the vampire man, and apparently, they were on good terms. They didn't even introduce me, as the guests had just been ushered in. The woman was hanging on to Damon, who held her and spoke in a soothing, low voice. Two men in a pack walked near me, sniffing the air. Well, I'd had the heat in England, so there was nothing strange about it. It was a very rewarding six weeks.
Bran came close as these men were sniffing me and said, " Well, gentlemen, come this way. Mimi is a taken woman."
The men looked at me disappointed, and Bran spoke to the men in French. I knew a little French, and I knew Bran was reprimanding the men and, bluntly, said I was not available.
The alpha couple was blonde, both tall and well-dressed. The woman wore several pieces of jewelry, and the man had a Rolex on his wrist. They were calm. The alpha woman looked at Bran appreciatively and smiled at him, but her husband pulled her tighter, and I saw how tight a grip this male had.
I knew these women had been turned into werewolves centuries ago, and they were old, so I didn't wonder about their relationship with Adam or even Damon. The men were sitting in the living room when they came out of Bran's study. The women were next to Adam, Samuel, and Damon, well, not in their arms, and one woman showed Damon the bruise on her calf.
He furrowed his brow in concern. Then I noticed it: the women were using their pheromones and were clever; they were a combination, and they worked on the men very well. I didn't act against them, though perhaps I could have undone them.
I was in the kitchen when Bran came, took me into his study, and said, " Now, Mimi, you will have a demonstration. Use your network and find out why the elders are chasing this pack. Bring me the evidence, and you will see what I can do for you. You might get to spend another year with Damon. I know those women are playing with their pheromones, and it's unfortunate when it can work. But the sooner we can get their problem solved, the sooner we get them out of here. "
I thought, yeah, I don't know if it's going to be that fast even if I find something, but I said, "Fine, I'll check it out, but I can't promise anything because our focus is on the medical facilities. "
Bran nodded and said, " Thank you, elders. You haven't answered me even though I've called; Damon's contact in England didn't go through. There are rumors that one elder is dead, so their power is out of balance, but you can go now, and I'm sorry I pulled you out of your perfect life."
I said, " Yeah, it was perfect, but we argued and we fought a lot. A lot. No, it's not that. We always worked things out."
Bran nodded and said, " That's all I have. You can go."
I got up and went to our bedroom or my bedroom. I made a couple of contacts, and I knew it was going to take some time. I let everyone know I was back. An hour later, Brutus called and surprised me with the news that the Elders were chasing the pack because the woman in the pack, Damon's ex-girlfriend, had killed Brianna's grandfather in Damon's name.
Brutus said, " The bitch is impossible; she and the other two have now gone through 45 packs in the last 30 years, so there's always some crisis, and they're looking for shelter in another pack, looking for rich packs where they can be spoiled princesses and everyone will just worship them. But when no pack will do, they go through all the men in the pack, looking for the perfect. Now, they've only been in that pack for six months, and I bet the alpha male is trying to leave those women in your pack, and that may be their intention. Once she gets Damon involved in that job."
I said, "Thanks, it's a fucking mess, and oh fuck, and now they're here. It can get pretty fucking ugly pretty quick."
Brutus grunted and said, " We missed you. Even though I heard you were pretty fucking perfect, we all missed you."
I replied, " Thank you. It was perfect. I was arguing. Just think; I sometimes lose my temper, so I might snap if I got into the business."
Brutus laughed and said, " Oh my, you must be cute when you get all pissed off and yell."
I said, " Yeah, well, we fucked from there on in."
Brutus grunted and said, " One day, flea, you'll tell me a little more about what you did. But for now, go take care of your problem."
I said. "Yeah, I'll see if I can't tell you. But bye."
I hung up the phone, sat in bed for a while, and wondered how the fuck to solve this problem, too. Well, it wasn't my problem. I went to tell this to Bran, who started cursing in all sincerity about how the fuck.
I said," According to Brutus, these women are browsing the packs looking for the perfect pack to worship them, so this could be a ploy to get into Adam's pack."
Bran grunted and said, "I can't help that. Adam is the alpha of his pack, and it's his decision who he takes into his pack, but it's good to know. How will you if he takes those women into his pack?"
I replied. "I'm going away. I'm not staying to watch, and then you can help me out if Adam doesn't let me go."
Bran grunted and said, "We'll see about that, then. I'm trying to think of a solution to this vampire thing."
I said, "Well, the elders are in a panic. They are difficult to kill, and with the assassination made in the name of Damon, a vampire lord, they will defend themselves, and there could even be a war between vampires and werewolves."
Bran said, "Yeah, that's the last thing we need. But thanks, Mimi, I believe in this job, and you can go; it's my headache now."
I walked out of his office and left Bran to figure out a solution. I went to cook, bake, and get my thoughts together. I went to learn about letting go. I knew our time was over now, but I baked my time, probably for a day, and got my thoughts in order.
Bran came into the living room with his eyebrows furrowed, just like when he was talking to Damon, and Damon didn't think the poor girl would do that. Mimi's got it all wrong now. Mimi is jealous, and he can't be caught up in Mimi all the time when he has to act as a doctor, and the girls are scared. He explained how jealous I had been in English, but I saw Bran didn't really believe Damon.
At that point, I thought, I think we're about to break up. And it actually didn't bother me at all because I had somehow seen such an obvious change in Damon, and that side of him didn't strike me in a way that made me want to spend time with him.
Adam was equally impossible. Adam came up to me and accused me point blank that I was jealous for nothing, and he was still the alpha in this pack, and I should remember my place. But I called Brutus when no progress was made, and the girls wouldn't admit anything. He agreed to a video call.
After a couple of days of wrangling, I invited everyone into Bran's office except the little pussies. Nor did the other members of the visiting pack.
I said, "I don't do this often, but Brutus has now agreed to this. I'll video call him, and you can see the evidence for yourself. "
I did. Oh, that Damon and Adam questioned and questioned, tried to find the girls innocent, but no. Bran was furious, but he was very neutral to Brutus; he was not intrusive, fine.
After the call, Bran looked at the men and said, " Well, now you know...Do you really want a war between vampires and werewolves, or are we going to hold those women accountable for their actions?"
Damon said. "They meant no harm. Besides, she knows how strong I am and knows I will protect those loyal to me. There's a simple solution. I'll kill the last two. Then no one will come after them."
Bran grunted and said, " Are you sure?"
Damon looked at Bran and said, "The elders are relics; they must die, and by my hand, I will show everyone how strong a vampire I am."
Bran had nothing to say. And so Damon went off to kill the elders. The girls entertained themselves with Adam and Samuel, including Damon's ex. Bran miraculously took the implant out of my neck.
Bran said, " Thank you for your help. I understand if you want to get away from the pack. It looks like those bitches are going through with the plot, and I can't help that. It's a matter for the men themselves, and I can't help who Adam takes into his pack. It's written in the marrok law that the alpha always has full power to decide, and I have no say in the matter. "
I said, " That's the way it goes, and I will not fight either. Damon is already convinced that I'm just a jealous, bitter, demanding wife, and he just wants a change. But..uh, nothing. I'll be going now. "
Bran furrowed his brow and said, " What were you going to say or ask?"
I sighed and said, " Well, no, not when I know your problems with vampires; I would have just shown you what a vampire can actually do other than ravage and drink his victims dry like a juice box."
Bran looked at me for a moment and said, "Listen, I'm in a brave mood, and you can show me. But promise me, if I tell you to stop, you'll stop right now."
I nodded. Said. "OK, I'll come and sit on your lap first,"
Bran moved his chair a little; I went to sit on his lap with my legs apart so that our hips were facing each other. I looked him in the eye and whispered.
"Be prepared to experience something you've never experienced before."
I put my head on his neck and made a numbing paste. I got it in my mouth when I had learned to irritate my fangs, so the paste dripped into my mouth. I numbed Bran's neck and bit my fangs into him.
I didn't eat from the vein, but from the muscle, and as naughty as I ever could, Bran groaned, shuddering under me; I felt the dampness spreading to his trousers; he almost screamed out loud, his hands squeezing the chair's armrests. I ate little, healed the marks with my blood, and licked his neck clean. I stood up.
Bran was still panting. Then he opened his eyes, looked at me, and said, " Next time, if you're hungry, here's your meal. My goodness, what a treat! "
I smiled and just said," Yes, thank you. I had to show you what it can be at its best."
I left Bran sitting in his chair, trying to get his body to work.
I went upstairs, then found out where I was going with the flea business, as it looked like I might leave the entire pack of horseshit.
It was good to be up to date and see what was happening all the time. Things were pretty damn well under control, and the fleas were growing; we had more and more people joining us, and it was sometimes so fucking amazing how my little network was now an actual organization and a big one.
And from what I could see, we were making a difference. It was quite motivating, and I knew that, somehow, this was some part of what had to be done. I didn't actually know if there was a destiny or a purpose, but the fleas were my job. I was very proud of them, and I knew that even though Damon and I would probably keep our distance from each other and I didn't know the time, we now had wonderful memories and a good bunch of them.
Damon came back two days later, with both elders now killed. Now, Adam might consider taking the girls into the pack. Adam and Damon were quite serious about it.
I said, my voice filled with frustration, "If those two bitches come into this pack, I'm leaving the pack. You can be sure of that."
The dimly lit room was filled with tension as Adam, the pack leader, hadn't yet introduced the girls. Damon's piercing gaze fixed on me made me feel like nothing more than a piece of meat. Adam, in his grumpy state, reminded me once again of his authority as the Alpha, emphasizing that I had no control over who joined or left the pack.
Damien felt perplexed. He had been weak and powerless for so long, but he had been watching and experiencing life through his brother's eyes. He, too, had encountered Mimi, and although the concept of true love eluded him, he felt something for her, a foreign sensation that confused him.
For days, he had tried to make sense of it, and when Mimi threatened to leave, that inexplicable feeling resurfaced. He didn't want to lose Mimi, or Damon shouldn't lose Mimi, for that matter. He struggled to understand why. He should be glad that a perfect love was slipping away. He yearned to grow stronger, to reveal his true self to Mimi, and if they were, to share everything with her. But he didn't want Mimi to leave him. Or Damon. Why? Did he have some actual feelings for her?
He envisioned molding Mimi into a perfect companion, using any means necessary, knowing that she could handle it all. The thought of Mimi being pregnant with him instead of Damon became an almost obsessive desire. But he was too feeble to act upon it, except for his abrupt stares at Mimi and attempts to manipulate Damon, reminding him that Mimi belonged to him.
On the night of the day I had threatened to leave, I found myself in the bedroom, seeking solace. As I settled down to read, the door creaked open, and Damon appeared.
His tone was firm, as he warned, "Now, baby, you better seriously reconsider that statement you made about leaving. Trust me. You don't want to end up in medbay, dealing with sepsis, overdose, or infection. Take this as a reminder, baby."
I was silent and didn't say a word. I smelled the passionfruit, and I knew that was the warning, and this was now on a very merciless streak. But I was no victim. I had got myself together, and I knew what I had to do. I waited for everyone to go to bed or fuck, as I clearly heard Damon and his girlfriend fucking. And I just left a note for Bran, on his desk.
I said, " Salvatore came by threatening to put me in medbay if I didn't take my statement off the table that I was leaving, so I'm leaving now while I still can. "
And I left. I went to my car; I packed my bag and my things, put them in the little baby, and quietly left the yard with no lights on; this was a part electric car, so it was pretty quiet. When I had got a suitable distance, I turned on the lights as I drove through the dark night. I called Magnum and told him what happened.
He said, "You were right to leave. That was such a direct threat from Salvatore that you could almost take it as a promise. Where are you going to go?"
I hadn't thought about it yet, but I stayed in America.
I said, "California. I'm going to continue my medical studies, and then I'll see where I go from there. "
Magnum said, "Good, Jake is in California. I'll let him know, and he can be your security guard. Sark's still looking for you."
I didn't argue when I first drove to meet Jake in California at one of our bases. I stayed in one house I bought and went to training for a week. I was still in the pack, but as soon as I noticed there were new females in the pack, I had Bran let me go. Now, I was without a pack unless the fleas were counted. Bran was sorry, and he wasn't in the house anymore either, as there was fucking going on.
This was my life, and I sat on the base often. In my free time, I was always the fearless leader. Jake was my second in command when Adam was busy, and I didn't know when he even wanted to do these things. Magnum was on a killing spree when Mimosa gave him a long killing spree list, which kept him busy.
I was angry, pissed off, and dangerous. Jake had to watch his back, but he wasn't afraid of my rage, and he always calmed me down pretty quickly. He was a real rage whisperer.
I was just in a state of mind that now I couldn't concentrate on being a medical student. So, once again, I paused my studies and went off to do gigs. Oh my God, what a focus a rage or a good fucking mood gives you. I started going through what would be the perfect target. I then planned all the other gigs.
After hearing I was back at work, my strike team had come out to California, and we were doing well. Everyone knew what was going on, and no one flinched at my antics. Slowly, I got myself under control, so I didn't react every time. I had to be the leader. Example. Perfect. But I wasn't. I was still in control of my emotions, and it showed. I just thought I was better than I was. I paid a heavy price for that lesson.
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