Chapitre 52: 12.Nothing compares to U.
Damon sighed irritably. Mimi had woken up, saw nightmares first, and then struggled herself awake, all panicked, and now the opportunity had passed. And once again, he promised to help, vowed to help, and here he was, just fucking. He was supposed to get to take Mimi to the nest, but no.
What's always wrong with him? Why can't he help Mimi? Why does it become just another fucking mess when he promises and swears, and then Mimi again finds out he's talking out of his ass? No wonder she doesn't trust him. He is just a nonsense talker, a mere fucking machine.
"Honey, leave Mimi alone. We have time to help her. Now you have to unload. I know you don't want to. You want to go with Mimi to the nest and take care of her, but when you're not ready yet," Mariella said. Her voice tried to be seductive.
Damon noticed that, looked at his wife, and said coldly, " We've been fucking for a month, a month, Mariella. We haven't unraveled while you've just kept me to yourself. A month. That's it. You are getting as possessive as Mirella was in her time. "
Damon got up and went into the shower. He didn't take Mariella with him as he washed irritably, got out of the shower, and put on his clothes. Mariella sat on the bed and watched.
She said, "Fine, I stole you then when the thought of you and Mimi in the nest was too much. The thought of you and Mimi in general is too much. I've had you to myself for so fucking many years. I don't want to let go. You are mine. I am possessive and badly, not proud of it, not at all."
Damon looked coldly at his wife and said, "Mimi was at least better than you, and still is. We'd been with Mimi for decades, been through the Lord knows what, and she gave me away. I felt her pain, her longing for so many years, and I denied its existence. I had you." Damon's words were whip-sharp, hitting Mariella, revealing the truth.
"Mimi didn't cling to me like a tick, stopping me from being a pack leader, husband, or alpha male. You did it, Mariella, and you know it. Seven years is nothing compared to decades, and Mimi could do it. I'm not abandoning you. You fucking know it. But what the fuck is this jealousy now? One thing I could never stand is clinging to women. You can be jealous and possessive, but you have to know your limits. Remember what I did to Mirella."
Damon walked away without waiting for an answer. He went into the kitchen and checked the fridge first, to see how much Mimi had eaten. Not enough and he had no idea in what weight she had been when she woke up. The fine lady should probably be examined a little, at least taste her blood to see if there were any major deficiencies. And then see if somewhere in between he could get to those shed session memories, but as that would require sleep, and there was no way he wanted to traumatize Mimi any further.
He focused and scanned her thoughts of what she was doing. She was out working, and Damon sighed. He felt her focus, her razor-sharp focus, and also rage burning in her mind. This was light violet rage. Lusty rage. He sat down momentarily at the dining room table, where Mimi had no place to sit.
It felt so freaking wrong. Mimi had once been his everything and that side of him was somehow so little pieces inside him he just could not find it. That need to have her. To be with her. To make her feel that she is worthy of love.
Mariella came into the kitchen, she had selected her clothes, put on a peach-colored dress, and kept her long red hair open, damp after showering and said, "You were quite right, but we've had a different relationship all along than you and Mimi ever had. You see that. I'm a woman, too, and I have my feelings. I love you. I'm a creature of lust, and sex is wonderful. It's perfect with you. I don't want to give you away so you can help this creature I don't even know. Mimi has changed so much that I don't even know her, and neither do you. But forever is a long time; maybe somewhere in between, we'll get things sorted out. Try to be a little less impulsive and hasty. I feel like a holiday in the Azores is in order. "
She kept her voice calm, and she made demands for Damon. She had learned over the years that Damon did as she said when she said it snappy enough, but there was a limit. She had to be assertive, but not aggressive. Seduce Damon into it.
I was on my way to the kitchen when I overheard an interesting conversation. I stayed to listen. Mariella was jumping at Damon's nose properly and if I knew this play well, he would not do anything but let her run wild.
Damon replied to Mariela. "Yes, I know about our relationship, but I am Mimi's protector, and the radar is there for a reason. You should keep those radars open, too; your Guardian radar is also on when it comes to Mimi. Yes, I understand jealousy, but not manipulation. Besides, darling, do not order me. You are not in a position here to make any kind of demands. If you fucking know that something is damn important for me to get done, then why the fuck are you stopping me? "
Mariella sighed and continued, " I was not ordering, I was merely suggesting. Sometimes little space is all we need and I know how hard it is for you, always after the breeding season. When you can't help Mimi yet. Or what's left of her. That hollow shell is so traumatized, so victimized, and weak in some ways that your help won't fix anything yet. Maybe we should go to the Azores and give Mimi some time to adjust to this new pack where she's no longer in charge. It's difficult for Mimi to drop down several ranks. It's difficult for her to acknowledge my position as the leading female of the pack."
Damon said silkily. He was now very, very dangerous, "Darlin, I will say this only once. I won't repeat myself. Mimi is superior to you. You better start learning that. She's my alpha female, and you're inferior to Mimi. Yes, we'll change the order of the table. "
At that point, I came into the room and said, " Oh, you're having a funny conversation. This traumatized shell understands nothing, but Damon, you were talking about the seating plan. I've already got a seat picked out."
I walked to the other end of the table—no one was sitting there—and said, "Here we are. We're a couple of alphas at either end of the table. I just need a warming table over here."
Damon looked for a moment and thought. Then he got up and came over and put the heater there. He took Mariella's chair, removed her seat, and moved her to the side of the table to sit so that Damon himself could just sit at the end of the table opposite me. Mariela was silent and looked at Damon. She was waiting for something, almost an apology or I have no idea.
Damon said, " We are not going to the Azores yet. You can be sure of that." He looked at her very sharply, then moved his piercing gaze into me." And you, my lady, come here, and I'll see what you have to eat and what needs to be added."
I went over to Damon, and he sank his teeth mercilessly into my neck. He drank greedily, and I had to control myself completely so I didn't get nervous when I was drained. It's a bit in the same league as blood lust that I don't want to be a meal. Damon drank so much that I had a liter left. I had no choice but to let him drain me almost empty. I kept myself under strict control.
I then sat down and waited to make some more blood. I was dizzy, feeling weak, drained, and pissed off. My vampire side was very pissed off. After a while, I moved to my new seat at the end of the table, and I knew Damon would be disturbed by this, if only because Charles would be on my right and Adam on my left. But we're going forward. I would be nestled right between them.
I looked at Mariella and said quite honestly, "I never thought you'd turn out to be a jealous, clingy little bitch. No, I thought you could do better than that. "
Mariella was silent and then said, "I didn't think so either. I mean, after seven years of us being together so closely, with no drama. I didn't have to worry about Damon going off with anyone else. Having anyone else, and then when you come into the fold, the sex is wonderful again, and I want to keep this incredible creature to myself, fucking me when it's so fucking fun again. I'm a sex addict. I know that. I am not as perfect and noble as I thought I was. I am quite immature compared to you, I must admit that. "
Damon looked at me and said, " You must think I talk and talk, but I can't get anything done. I swear, and I assure you I will help. I will try to make you trust me. And then I fuck for weeks at a time and let you have nightmares. That wasn't my intention. No, I was supposed to come in and get that session off, find the place where they were put, and destroy everything, but not this. I don't know why my plan with you isn't working."
I looked at Damon and said, "I don't have a problem. I don't keep this against you. You can fuck all you want. I am not one here making any demand to you. I've been living with all this shit for so long that maybe it's just made me empty inside. I haven't adjusted myself yet, and that little stunt of Damien's, well, it just adds spice to life. I'll probably, at some point, unload a bit with the boys, so don't worry about where I am. And I don't even know how it will work out. It might take time to get that power moving, as it is so packed inside me, knotted up almost. We'll see about that later. "
Mariella looked at me and said, "You, my lady, if you unload, you'll need the entire pack at first, then after that. When that power starts to come off, there will be a flood of it, even if it is just the tip of the iceberg. We can see who can start pulling the loose power from you, but you're too strong for just the four of them. You won't get anything done, but to beat them properly and what it does to that session, I have no idea. You need to be controlled, and well, now we need to do some planning that could be next."
Damon looked at Mariella, and her entire demeanor had changed. Apparently, Mariella remembered how fucking good a charge she could get out of me, and He thought greed was setting in. Well, that's okay. We'll be fine. I had not yet planned my possible unloading, not really. Outdoor work was too much fun.
I finished the very big meal that Damon had brought to me and said, "I'm going to go back to my outdoor work, if you don't mind."
Damon nodded. Mariella was having a conversation with him about something. I walked outside and started looking at trees I could cut down. There was a decent forest here, too, and there were some rotten trees. I had a respectable chainsaw and could probably do some tree felling and chopping.
I wanted to do my unloading then with Adam and Charles because such strong feelings of vulnerability were associated with it, and now I wasn't quite sure if I could take on the whole pack. I'd never tried it, and it was going to be just a session of shredding. Ten Damons with knives and the way to unleash them against me. I wasn't at all sure about this, and I didn't know how those memories that Satan Damien had pushed in would affect me, not at all. Could I see it as unloading, or would they try to jelly me in my mind? Besides, those feelings of vulnerability would be the first for me in years, so freaking vulnerable, so I was not sure if could I take it yet.
"Damon, do you think we need to control the lady a little bit medically when we unload? I can't read the creature's reaction at all and with her bloodlust still being so freaking bad and all."Mariella said to Damon while Mimi was still eating.
She was thinking about how to weaken her and keep her under management so unloading would be successful. It was so much vampire play as well and if Mimi's bloodlust would get the better of her...
Damon thought for a moment and replied telepathically back to her. " Maybe, she didn't like it one bit when I drank her blood. There was an ungodly amount of self-control, and now we needed to get it unloaded, meaning the lady needed to get relaxed when we started unloading, or nothing would come out. She has again, all those colored rages. I'm wondering about the right combination here. We have drugs, but then again, her reaction to drugs. It's not that easy, but I drank the lady properly to get a good idea of her current state. She is freaking wild and strong, was almost like drinking from an elemental. The drugging has to be done secretly, in such a way that the lady doesn't notice it, and we get over the threshold after which you can't stop. Then maybe we can drug her some more if needed, but metals could work for us, too."
Damon fed Mariella, and Mariella realized Damon would not apologize for the way he put her in her place. Damon being Damon, and when Mariella realized she had been waiting all along for some gesture from Damon to apologize or make up, but according to him, there was nothing to make up. Again, another thing for her to learn. Damon had really changed, and it was time for her to learn it, too. She could not jump into his nose anymore, not unless she was ready to face the consequences.
They ate and retired to the bedroom for another week to get ready. Damon needed to be in just the right frame of mind to get Mimi over the threshold and then get down to business. Damon would watch the job himself for a while first, and he had a drugged knife to start with and teach; it should work pretty quickly.
He had other drugs in store, and a two, a five, and a seven were also then ready. He wouldn't take Adam, Charles, or the boys until he was sure she wasn't getting too rowdy. It would not be easy, or quick for that matter, as Damon suspected that once the dam opened, it would not be easy to put back closed. It would take stamina and fitness, all of it. And it very well might be that this would be several years-long project. She might feel empty sometimes, but she would fill right back up.
Only Time would tell and their attempt to unload her. Nothing more. Damon did not look into the future. It was no use with Mimi. She was chaos, and the future had so many possibilities that you just could not go with the most likely option when it came to dealing with her.
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