Bab 68: 27. Ei. (No.)
I went out to eat in the morning and thought I would bake; I started early in the morning and baked bread, rolls, rice patties, pastries, and buns. I had just pulled the last of the buns out of the oven when I had the door open and thought it was Samuel. But when Damon walked into the kitchen to sit at the table and eat a bun.
I was silent and then said, "I had sex with Adam all night and a bit into the morning; it was unbelievable. But you didn't care when you got my virginity, so you had to go and fuck five women at least. Was Laura one of them? She called your phone, the one you always leave at home, and put a message and a link for you to watch the video that Amber recorded of you fucking Julie. "
Damon finished his bun and raised his eyebrows, said in an emotionless voice, "And then you fucked Hauptmann. Was he better than me? When you had to fuck all night?"
I replied in an even voice, "I could have fucked with you longer, but when the other five were calling, you left, robbed me, and then you fucked strangers and tried to get yourself mad that I, a free woman, am not engaged to anyone and as for the mating bond, it means nothing to you so why should it fucking mean anything to me, I fucked when I found out how incredible sex is, I found a man who's gorgeous in bed and wants to be with me, fuck me to bits, and even in the shower a couple of times. Unlike you. "
Damon looked at me and said, " Good for you, so I know you're available now too if I feel like it, and I don't have to seduce you all the time and be frustrated and endlessly tired that no matter what I did, those damn legs just stayed together!"
I walked away, left him to eat his bun, refused to go to the game he was playing, and tried to blame me for him going out and then going out. I, too, have the right to decide with whom, when, and how. I am not his property.
Damon came to my bedroom door half an hour later and said, "What happened happened, and I will not apologize. As you already know, it's no use. We're not engaged; you're my girlfriend, but I'm not the faithful type. I've never been, so don't assume too much about me. But we can move on, and I can show you I can handle a night with you and even a little bit in the morning."
I said. "Now, I'm not looking for a marathon. I'm still sore. As you know, Adam's not small."
Damon snarled, "Fuck, stop going on and on about it; I don't care. I'm not going on and on about how good a fuck some woman was. You have to keep things to yourself; too much sharing is not good, but I can see you're just another jealous woman; you're not as special as you think."
I said, "I'm not jealous. I took revenge, I gave back, and that's what pisses you off; when I refused to be a victim and be jealous and desperate, I was strong. Alpha."
He looked at me for a moment and said. "Are you almost done? Let's go for a drive. We can talk more on the way if you still want to continue along the same lines, but we could go ahead and forget the whole thing. Agree that was a draw."
I replied, a little confused. "Yeah, I'm ready. Where are we going? Do I need to get dressed?"
Damon looked at me and said coldly, emotionlessly, "Those clothes will do,"
I thought, "Well, if it's a T-shirt and jeans, that's fine. I wonder where he's taking me."
I said calmly: "I'll just get my stuff and be right back. "
Damon turned around and was already starting to walk out. He seemed distant and was pretty much looking at me like a piece of meat, as if I was nothing to him, just an object.
I grabbed my phone and wallet and went downstairs. In the hallway, I put on my shoes and a hoodie. It was autumn, and the weather was pretty chilly in Chicago. I thought, well, it's my birthday after all. September 9th, if Damon has any plans for that day. He knew it was my original birthday, and I didn't assume anything, but I knew it.
If he had been perfectly normal, caring, and seductive, then I might have geared up, but this mood, whatever the fuck this was, now I didn't know what he was up to. Was this behavior then masking his guilty conscience, or is all the pretense now dropped, and I am seeing the real Damon?
We got in the car, and Damon was already waiting. He started driving. He was silent; his eyes were cold, and his mouth was a tight line. I wasn't talking either, and the car had a charge, a clear charge, and I started to be quite amazed as we drove to the other side of Chicago, somewhere in an industrial suburb with enormous halls and abandoned old plants and factories.
This is hardly a romantic thing, then. No great surprise, I thought. I started wondering if he had a gig or a contact to talk to or what the fuck was going on, but then I smelled a wet dog, and I knew Damon was cranky and pissed off, so I didn't start asking questions and demanding an explanation.
We pulled into the driveway of some building, and Damon stopped the car, turned it off, and then locked the doors.
The wet dog smelled when he turned to look at me. "Give me your phone and wallet, now! And don't fucking ask me any questions while you do as you're told for once."
I said, "What the hell are you doing? What are you doing with my wallet, robbing? I don't have cash in there when you took it all, and I don't have a fucking bimbo calling my phone telling me how good the party was. "
My voice was cold and bleak.
Damon looked at me with contempt. "You better really obey me, baby! Your phone and your wallet, now! I'll get them from you. You can choose how much this hurts."
I was pretty fucking amazed and wondering what the fuck was going on here now; why is he acting like this? Is he trying to drive me away? Is he really this pissed off about Adam and my night? I knew he was jealous, and there had already been some drama during the gigs, but this behavior reminded me of the threat in the cage and the threat to throw me down the stairs. It's like he really wants to hurt me. But the car was a pretty fucking small place to get into a fight, and I decided to let him find out what the fuck he was looking for.
But one thing was for sure. I didn't trust Damon quite as much as before. I had some instincts and lessons learned when I'd been doing gigs, and now those instincts warned me of danger. My options were pretty fucking limited, and I was now trying to see where Damon was going, what he was doing, what his intentions were.
I pulled out my phone and wallet. He put my wallet in his breast pocket and didn't even look inside.
He looked at my phone for a second and said, "What pin? You better answer, baby, or I'll hurt you badly. Have you ever experienced how bad it hurts if a vampire wants to when he drinks from you? I could make you scream in pain in minutes."
His voice was cold, and I could see his fangs flashing. He was serious and so I decided to save myself from that experience.
"0104", I replied.
I kept my voice calm, as if his threat hadn't affected me. The threatening atmosphere grew in the car, and it seemed almost physically to squeeze me. I also got a slight feeling again that Damon was treating me as a target, as prey.
He opened my phone and fiddled with it momentarily, sending a message or something, then turned it off and put it in his breast pocket.
Then he took a case from his pocket, opened it, and took out a syringe with a needle. I looked at him in horror. What on earth is he doing? I unbuckled my seat belt and tried to get into the back seat to get away, but he was faster.
He grabbed my hand, pulled the needle cover off, pushed the needle into my shoulder through the hoodie, and pushed the plunger down; the whole thing was done in seconds, although it felt like an age when I could stop it. Then he threw the whole syringe out of the window.
"What the fuck are you playing at? This isn't funny anymore, Damon. What did you just shove into me?" I demanded feverishly.
I started to slowly bring my rage out when I felt so fucking like it.
Damon said coldly, " Come on, baby, I can put your rage down, and besides, the drug will work in no time."
He looked at me like a piece of meat and said: "That medicine is a very fast acting and strong sedative and it will work on you very well. My fangs did that."
I said, "Why? What the fuck do you want from me?"
Damon looked at me and said in a nasty voice: "Adam, really, all night? You must have been sorry when Adam had to leave. It took me a while, baby, before I had a big enough crisis that Adam had to dump you. And besides, here's an excellent opportunity for a fantastic payday, so I don't have to rob you all the time."
I said, "Well, you must have spent the $1,800 you robbed on those fucking broads and parties."
Damon was silent and gave me a nasty look.
I said in a stern voice: "All this just because Adam and I were in bed? All that fucking kidnapping and drugging."
I started to feel a little dizzy and cursed as the drug seemed to take effect in minutes, making my movements more clumsy, and my vision was already a little blurry.
The stony stare continued. " Not really, you see, baby. How much are you being paid at the moment? $850,000, sorry, but this is too good an opportunity to pass up. Like I said, a good payday; oh, are you feeling it already, baby? I told you it'll kick in quickly; we'll see when you get out sometime if I still have the money so I can pay off my debt. "
I couldn't believe my ears. He had sold me to a drug company!!! He was actually delivering me to be tortured and examined. What the fuck is wrong with him? Doesn't he remember what shape I was in after the krycheck facility?
Damon said: "Look, Mimi, baby, you can't die, so what do you have to be afraid of out there? Now, be good, baby, and behave yourself. They just want to study and learn about you; they'll probably keep you asleep most of the time, and it's not so bad if they can just suppress your rage properly. Now that I'm getting well paid for this and nothing permanent will happen to you, get the right attitude and cooperate. Besides, I've signed a permission slip for them as your doctor to study you. So you will not get a lawsuit out of this."
I was stunned, so he gave them permission to torture me, oh fuck but I would not behave, I wonder what Adam or Samuel will say when they find out, or even Bran, I would imagine he won't be too happy about this. But the drug kicked in. I took my rage out more and pushed through the drug, still desperately trying to escape.
The door opened, and from inside came men with stretchers with metal handles. I tried to open doors or even break windows, but the damn drug worked. Damon grabbed me, held my hands pinned, smelled like a wet dog, and looked at me like I was a bug, not a person or a human, until my struggles subsided, and I started to nod as he shoved my rage back into the well and I was almost unconscious.
He had betrayed me for real. He had sold me out to the enemy and allowed them to torture me. I will not forget this. He was no longer my protector. I put this in my mind, deep and kept it in there.
Damon opened the doors, exited the car, came to my side, opened my door, and lifted me into his arms.
He said: "Listen, you just sent Adam a text message saying you're going back on a killing spree and that you'll get in contact when the time is right. You need to put the phone offline. Adam suspects nothing, and then when you get out of here, you can then think about fucking Adam again and try to learn, baby, actions and consequences. "
I was almost unconscious, but heard Damon's words, actions, and consequences. He would learn it, too.
My legs couldn't carry me anymore.
He carried me to the stretcher, helped them lock it, and said, "You should put spikes on those inside so she can't get them off."
Then, he helped the researchers cannulate my central line.
"That sedative should take 2-4 hours to effect. There's a bottle of it and a dosage guide. I did it myself. I'm a tooth vampire, and I can make stuff out of my teeth, so that's a perfect match for Mimi. "
He apparently handed the lead researcher the jar. He examined it with interest.
"You shouldn't give more than that dose. It's a waste," Damon said casually. "'She's harmless now, soon unconscious, and will be in that state for some time."
I felt the thin mattress of the stretcher. I felt the cannula on my neck, and I felt the medicine taking me towards unconsciousness surely, and no matter how hard I fought back, I felt my fight weakening and my grip on reality slipping.
"Where's my money now, Mr Sark?" Damon asked the manager. "I delivered her, and here is a signed authorization to do with her as you wish. I am her doctor."
After looking it over, Damon handed the paper to Sark; he looked through it and handed it to one of his subordinates and said, "She may need a doctor after we have gone through her, and I don't know yet how long we will keep her."
Damon just nodded.
The manager, Mr. Sark, handed him a bag.
Damon said as he left, "She's no longer a virgin, but she hasn't had her heat yet. She had sex with the pack leader all night, so she is capable of it," Damon's voice was venomous and bitter.
Sark said: "Yeah, that's not our main focus right now, but thanks for the info. We can look into that, too."
Then Mr. Sark came to look at me. He took a syringe of something bright blue out of his pocket, put it in my cannula, and pushed down the plunger. A cold feeling, almost a pain, spread through my veins, and my consciousness began to fade very quickly.
"You are a special creature then," he said.
The last thing I heard was Damon being driven away. Then nothing.
He was happy. He had reached the surface and felt the good sink in deeper; now, this wouldn't affect him at all. Now he was in control and the feeling he got when he defeated the invincible was so amazing and this pleasure gave him the strength he needed to stay afloat, Good would know nothing about what he had done. Ever since he had felt jealousy erode some of Good's power, he had been pushing to the surface, manipulating Good, whispering everything to him so that jealousy and self-loathing made him slip so badly that he surfaced. And now he got his money and started putting things in order for the future, and women were nothing to him. He had manipulated Laura into putting a message on that phone just so that the mating bond between good and invincible would remain weak and he would have more power. He was careful not to expose himself too much to the good guy. Just let him believe he was part of it. Let it undermine the good. He didn't know how long he would be in power, but the pleasure was something so great and addictive that he had to do this to beat the invincible again.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone