Chapitre 31: 31. That's The Way It Is.
Damon put his unconscious wife in the back of the RV and went to do a little work on Mariella. The two had handled this pretty well, and Damon went to sit next to his wife, wrapped his arms around her, and started looking for sore spots. He enjoyed feeling Mariella tense up from the pain and still restrain herself.
He drank her blood violently, teasing, tormenting the wounds, inflicting pain. When he enjoyed causing pain, he knew Mariella could take it; she was immortal and had been through much worse.
But it didn't hurt or hinder his pleasure. Then he finally stunned her and moved on to the wolves. He went through each woman, enjoyed their pain, and then knocked them unconscious. This was a big camper van, and he had his own little space where he would treat Mimi.
Now he'd had enough pleasure, and when the women woke up in a couple of days, the pleasure and the heat would build, even for Mimi. However, it might take a while to recover.
Now, he would go to work on Mimi. It would be important to prevent her from going on a demon hunt by herself. He would stock up on medicines, knives, and other tools, carry Mimi to her position, and begin programming her once she was a little more surfaced.
Mimi didn't have to be conscious yet. He started in the subconscious, putting orders and prohibitions in there. Inhibitions. He had gotten so much better with his telepathy. It had been one thing that he had worked on these seven years. First, it had been out of boredom and then, once he had noticed a clear difference in his abilities, a good amount of ambition had surfaced. He wanted to be better, all the time.
All the while, he was looking for information about the demons and the knife. He found out about different demon hierarchies, and Mimi's vast knowledge of her enemies impressed him. But he was the one leading the pack. This knowledge would be crucial for him. So he would know how to strike, when, and who would be potential enemies. He dug deep into her mind, but she was strong, sly, and very stubborn with her mind. She could hide things in there.
Those demons would not be Mimi's targets, but his. If anyone were going to do a number on them, it would be him. But now it was time to discipline Mimi and start reminding her what he could do. Then she'd fit in better with the pack.
I started to slowly come to when I was hurt. I'd get a flash of the demon in my head, the dagger, and then it would hurt again and badly. The pain was so bad that I was sweating in agony. I was fuzzy in my mind, not capable of even opening my eyes, or understanding where I was.
A voice at the corner of my ear said, " The demon king, you are approaching it, and you feel the dagger in your hand. You feel it is burning your hand, but you are determined to kill it. "
My hand burned, and I tried to move it. The voice continued, " You approach the demon, you raise the dagger high, and it hurts. But you need to kill your target. The pain is now all over your hand. It goes in hot waves down your arm and spreads down your side. It feels like your arm is burning. You strike the demon. Pain is so bad that it is just too much..."
Oh my god, the pain exploded into a massive explosion, and I didn't know how on earth I was going to stay awake. It went on and on and on. This scene happened repeatedly until I didn't want to go near the demon. A voice in my ear told me it would help if I would tell where that dagger was.
I didn't want the whole dagger, and I said," The dagger is in the Manchester mansion, the top floor and the safe, the normal combination."
The voice said, " Good girl, I'll take the dagger so you don't have to go through the pain, but we'll make sure when the time is right."
He put more drugs in, and I was even more confused. I was still in pain, bleeding, weak, helpless.
I came to and found I was still tied to the table, naked, and Damon was sitting on the bar stool watching me. His expression was cruel and cold. He saw me as the target, not as a newlywed wife. Well, actions and consequences.
He had the knives with him again, and he said, " Good morning, student. Now we're going to study a couple of things. The first thing is that you don't do gigs anymore. We're going to start again with ten strokes and ribs. And don't think, pupil, that I'm in a merciful mood. "
Damon was still fucking brutal, fierce, and truly merciless. He struck so fast that I was lucky to catch the individual blows, and he was now crushing my ribs with sheer force. Sometimes, he used earthquake force and broke my pelvis or my spine. He crushed most of my bones just for fun, draining my strength, my healing, my will to fight, and my determination.
All the time, he told me about my new life, about what I must not do, and what would happen to me if he found out I had been at the gig. And he said he would do it. The treatment went on for ages, and I could already feel the metallic feeling creeping up on me. It's not exactly the kind of honeymoon you want, but what can you do? Being brutalized by my husband after seven years of hell, and now this, being poisoned by the metals.
Fine. he just doesn't know everything about me just yet and I am not gonna tell him. He has no right to know in my books. I had become much crueler and unforgiving in that time too and it would be a real eye-opener to this individual to see who I had become and what would be my reaction to this. I was not the same Mimi as the one he threw away. No, I got burned, up to ashes, only to rise from those like some phoenix and this phoenix is not kind or understanding always.
I'd been through a lot when I came into the fold, and I had experienced nothing perfect yet, but I could take it. Then we studied how to obey him, how he has changed, and how he was able to give feedback quickly, brutally, and mercilessly.
How his word is the law, and I should get that into my head. How he was my husband, and he had a right to my body, too. I thought in my mind, "Yes; you have a right, but when you don't exercise it, you have Mariella, and I guess the rest of the journey will be you and Mariella together."
I hadn't changed so much in those seven years that I didn't have sentences and proper ones. He noticed that, too, but he couldn't make them stop. I'm not that easy. But I'll take the whole fucking lesson. Let's see if it sinks in. and then I can give mine back when I get better sometimes and I knew in my bones that there would not be so simple times for me up ahead.
I held on as long as possible, but I have my limits as well and they were crossed and brutal, too.
Then, I was getting pretty worn out, so I slept, and Damon started swearing. I had no more energy. My body was shutting down. I was cold, limp, and not reacting to pain anymore. He hadn't noticed everything. He wrapped me up in a blanket, put me to bed, and then went somewhere himself.
I knew it was some kind of camper, but I didn't care. I wonder if Mariella and the bed will call when the gentleman gets another guilty conscience. He certainly doesn't care about me. There was still no love, not at all. Mere dominance. I knew pretty sure that he would go fucking and this would be the end of our honeymoon. I was just not supposed to get one proper honeymoon. Mariella would get them, and all those holidays too, but not me. My bitter thoughts were last in my mind before I passed out fully.
When Mimi simply slept, Damon realized he'd gone too far. She was shutting down. Mimi hadn't been in top form to begin with, and he'd first had a wedding, which is usually quite a burden. Now, he'd been training Mimi for three weeks. She was torn, lacerated, and pale, cold too, and couldn't stand it anymore. He wrapped Mimi in a blanket and took her to bed to recover.
He heard her bitter thoughts, and they made his mind explode with guilt because he knew she knew the truth. He was going to fuck and Mariella had got all of those wonderful holidays and he just could not give Mimi even one decent honeymoon. He was not a good husband. He did not love her because no one would do this to someone they love. He could not do this to Mariella.
Then he went to Mariella, who took one look at him and said, " Oh well, it's unleashed Salvatore's rage on Mimi again. We'll see if she can last in the pack."
Damon was silent and said, " She lost consciousness at the end. I put her to bed to recover. She knew I was going to come to you, and she would not have a proper honeymoon, but just a crazy psycho who mauls her to nothing and did not give her even a decent honeymoon. I don't seem to love her. I just want to dominate her. I love you and I could not do that to you. "
Mariella sighed, grabbed Damon, took him to the bed, and decompressed. It would take a while for everything to come back to her and Mariella was patient, she just wished Mimi would be too and not abandon one right away, but then again, she couldn't blame Mimi, she would have to see what would come of this again.
I woke up feeling very sick. I could not sit up even properly yet and I saw Shadow coming to me, with a cup in her hands. She looked at me for a moment and said, "It was quite a wedding, I must say, but that drink will help, so maybe you can recover. Damon went to Mariella, and he took his Salvatore rage out on you. I'm not defending; I'm just saying. Mariella took metals out of you."
Then she got up and walked away. I wriggled into a better position and was still incredibly sore, and when I felt my stomach, my hand came out of there bleeding. Shadow had already gone all the way out. Fine, we then had a small patching operation ahead of us. But that's all right.
I drank an herbal tea, and it was some herbal tea. I didn't know if it helped anything. I had been on my own for so long, and my physiology had changed. I went to the toilet, but there were no showers, and I found I'd been asleep for a week or unconscious, and still, I was not cured.
I still had very deep wounds, and now I suspected a wee bit that Mariella hadn't pulled the metals out because I had such a bloody clear metal feeling. I made some temporary bandages and put on some looser clothes. I was bloody, tired, sore, weak, and pissed off as hell. So I used my compounded powers, meaning a bit of my alpha vampire power, my alpha shifter power, and a dash of my will. No rage. It was not suitable with this mix. My fucked upness was good to put in here. But not real rage.
I was a strong, pissed off creature and I was more or less loaded gun unless I would get a really good grip on myself. Goddamn when that freaking salvatore does not get it. Now it was not the time to become a soulless killing machine. Or let my vampire side out.
This was just to help me act. The only downside in this was it fueled my bloodlust, but let's see where we are first. If it would come to that, I would need to contact Wulfe and he would have to bring a bag or two of my special one. I wasn't hungry yet; the metals were causing it, but I went in search of coffee. My head was pounding, my muscles hurt, I was full of wounds, bleeding, and feeling weak, but my blend of powers helped. I kept it as low as possible so my bloodlust would not get too bad. I got some sort of grip on myself, not feeling quite so wild.
Adam was driving, and then apparently, everyone else was more or less fucking. I did not take any coffee just yet.
I went up to Adam and said," Oh, is everyone fucking or what?"
Adam grunted and said, " Actually, no, Charles, boys, four, three, and eight are chasing demons, the other salvatores are fucking, but the fucking machines, well, they've changed quite a bit in the seven years. They don't fuck nearly as much anymore, and now, when the opportunity came, they went on the job. But number one and Mariella, oh yeah, they fucked. Are you, honey, okay?"
I sighed and said, " What do you think if the Lord teaches me for three weeks and then Shadow brings some tea and lies that Mariella has taken the metals out? Would it be possible for us could stop at some house, so I could take care of myself? I am not the same as back then. I am a pretty loaded gun. This will take time for me to get grip on myself or else. Damon does not love me. I can smell feeling still, but that's fine. I can be his little toy, but there are then few things what i might do."
Adam grunted and said, " We're in Europe, so I guess that's the nearest castle to Romania."
I nodded and said, " Just leave me there. The fuckers can fuck in the Azores. I don't have to travel in a fucking car." My voice was a low grunt as I kept myself working. Not feeling too happy about anything.
Adam grunted and said, " Yeah, we'll take the portal to the other side, but this trip ends here. I thought this was a real pack trip, not an excuse for Damon to maul you half to death and then fuck off. It seems kind of daft to explain to you how much this pack has changed, and then these are just fucking all the time. You are not fine, I can see that and I haven't yet got you in my bed even, but we will have time for that too."
I smiled and sat down next to Adam. My hands were shaking. I was tired when I tried so hard to keep my power as low as possible. My bloodlust, fully blown when I am in my vampire form, is not good news at all and it took quite an effort to Wulfe last time to get it under control and it was damn nasty too.
My rage, my killer side, I reacted to everything so damn violently, and it would do no good for me to go on the rampage. I needed to get myself in shape and maybe go to the gym then.
He looked at me more sharply now and said, "You, Missy, are going to get some more medical attention when we get there. I just informed Charles and the others what we are going to do next. I will not listen to any explanations about you being a trauma surgeon. I am one too. We worked with Charles in gigs in a few hospitals for quite a while, as well boys, too."
We finished our tour of the Romanian castle, and Adam teleported me straight to the medbay. He was in a very sharp mood, and I didn't want to go to sleep. He had gotten me quite fast in his grip. He was holding the back of my neck in such a way that he'd snap it off if I put up a fight, so I was a good girl.
He put me on the patient's bed and went to look for the blood tubes. Adam was, for some reason, very on edge, and now I suspected that Salvatore had said something, probably something to the effect that the lesson was not to be interfered with. Still, Mr. Hauptmann had grown a spine and was no longer listening to every whimper.
I also suspect that he had given back and given back well. I had my sentences, oh I did, and quite a fucking lot of them, but I did not doubt that when Damon got into my thoughts, I might let the sentences fly. I was barely holding on with the help of my powers, and this was difficult as hell.
Adam took quite a damn lot of blood tests on me, and then a velvet-voiced Salvatore came to the medbay door and said, " Hauptmann, what did I say to you? This thing is under control; just give it a fucking rest."
Adam took a tube of my blood and took it to Damon and said, " There you go, protector and smell. Is this okay? Look, Damon, I just got Mimi back into the pack, and it's been a madhouse. You got your wedding and your wedding night. Then you abuse Mimi for three more fucking weeks, and you come in. I meant to be mean and say I shouldn't care for her." Adam's voice was very sharp, and he had really grown a pair.
He continued, "When you will not do it either, are you when a lesson shouldn't be wasted? The only thing Mimi has learned is that you talk about one thing and then fuck, anyway. Nothing has changed between you two as far as Mimi is concerned. And yet you dare to make Shadow lie to Mimi that the metals were gone. She can smell feelings. There is no love in you for her. Only dominance, so don't even try to offer that this is tough love. "
Damon looked at the floor, embarrassed, then took the tube and sniffed. He was quiet for a moment, handed the tube back, and walked away.
Adam came back to continue my treatment and said, " Don't you worry about a thing, my dear? I'll be with you the whole time, and we'll get those metals off. I'll get the bonding agents out of my teeth when I can. And I'll be with you all the time. You're going to get some close care. I will help you with your wilder side as well. No need to lash out."
Then Adam started collecting all the supplies, bandages, and stuff. Adam was changed, that I could see, and he was now really much more alpha than he had been and I knew that I would have interesting times ahead of me.
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