Bab 27: 27. Who Wants To Live Forever?
I didn't know what this wedding was going to be about. Nothing more than I could sense Damon's growing charge, the determined looks I was getting, and twice, he was already giving comments on my liver and watching how I reacted. He wasn't drugging me yet, just rubbing.
One thing that was useful about those seven years was that I had iron self-control, but still, my blood-drinking was a rage, and I drank a lot. I have been doing it for almost a week now, twice daily. Damon said there was nothing to worry about; it would even be out. My vampire side was greedy for a decent amount of blood, and it was always available. According to him, my blood count still showed severe to moderate vampire anemia, and it would even when I just needed to remember to drink strong blood, so from him.
Oh, that I was stalking Damon. I had no control always, and I was so good at preying. I used my vampire pheromones to lure my meal closer, and this was something that he did not like. But I had to get blood, and I might lurk for half an hour before he caught me, and then he would tell me when to drink. I could not prey. None at all. And when Damon was in that mode, it might not have been so wise to prey, but when my bloodlust was that strong and the Lord had popped it wide open.
I had just released my pheromones, and I waited in the darker part of the corridor for my meal to appear, he could not resist my luring pheromones and these were only found in alpha vampires, meaning I was not the same kind of vampire as Mariella or wolves.
I was not sure if every Salvatore was an alpha vampire, but number one was. Wulfe had been one too and thus he could rein me in and teach me my self-control. I know Wulfe did not talk much to Damon about me and what I had been through, as he was extremely protective of me. Wulfe had been very strict with me and my bloodlust but there had been little, not so little, surprise this time.
We had got things under control and he had gotten something that he used to rein my bloodlust, very strong blood. One creature who was tightly under control. My secret stash if my bloodlust ever broke open. This would be a way for Wulfe to get me under control, but I or he said nothing about this to Damon or anyone in the pack.
I might have been able to control myself if I had wanted to, or if I had had to, but when I didn't want to, and there was no need to, I didn't bother to control myself. I could hear his footsteps coming closer and I kept my pheromones open. He stopped in the middle of the corridor to sense where I was.
Then he said, in a very dangerous voice, "Baby, you better come out, put those pheromones down, or you get one more wedding night before the actual wedding. I am not in a patient mood. Five seconds."
Fine, I dashed at him. Tried to grab him, knock him off his feet, but he was faster, stronger and I was soon against the wall, his claw in the artery on my neck.
His voice hissed in my ear, "I have said to you, do not attack, ask and you shall get blood. This is not making my mood any better. Now, will you behave and drink properly?"
His nails sank deeper, and I felt my blood flowing. I nodded and put my pheromones down. He took his nail off, released his grip, slightly, turning to face him and then tilting his neck so I could feed.
I sank my fangs and fed off ravenously. I could pull about 50-60 liters as blood condensed fast in my belly so I was super feeder. After I had had enough, he let me go, looking at me with quite a tight expression. I knew these weddings would be again one of a kind. I did not give them any other name for them than just one of a kind. No need to upset this creature before me even further.
Our wedding would be tomorrow, and I didn't know what would happen on our honeymoon, for example.
I had never been on a proper honeymoon with this individual. But that would remain to be seen. Mariella would also renew her vows, as would the wolves and thankfully I wouldn't be the only bride, even if I was the one getting married.
I didn't even know the color of my wedding dress or anything about it. I guess it would be a lace-up design again and with light fabrics, so it would be easy to give the flanks. This was not intended to use an implant, no way, and I didn't know who was on the threat list, but I knew this was as serious as it gets.
And then apparently it would be time for a little demonstration. The gentleman wanted to take me to the shop. Fine. He picked out some clothes for me and then I went for a drive. Just the two of us would go to the grocery store to look at some supplies. The gentleman wanted to check what I would have bought if I was still on my own. I was trying to be a good girl and remember my manners because I knew this individual and his habit of killing innocents just for fun.
He had put my hair and my make-up too. I was not gonna say anything even though I had bright yellow shoes, a dark blue skirt, a blood-red silk button-down shirt, my nails were bright green and my make up quite heavy for the day. My blood-red curly hair cascaded down my back and some of them were only put up in a loose bun or braid.
The drive was fine; Damon was relatively relaxed, and he had another of my favorite cars. This week involved emptying the cars, and it was done in a pretty brutal way. Two cut off his little finger, and Damon cut off my little finger, just what was needed to open it. Then the two rooted my finger out and went through all my cars with the salvatores and the boys.
When Damon had dug every fucking car out of my head. They had been teleported in here or wherever they had been emptied, too. Every car was now in the name of Damon, and pack, but Damon's name was first. The pack was the second owner kind of. I had no idea where all of my gear had been sent or put, and I was not so sure will I would ever go the missions or do any kind of flea work, and now was not the time to think that kind of thought.
Now we were going to shop with my fiancee, who was in a very sharp mood and full of flanks. We arrived at the store, and I waited in the car while Damon first looked through the surroundings. Then he opened the door and quickly ushered me into the store. I grabbed my shopping cart and started walking around the store. This was a familiar store, and Damon knew it.
I neatly avoided the herb aisle, not going to smell coriander, and Damon said softly in my mind, " Oh shit, baby, I was all set to show you my promise was still valid."
I did not answer. Even though he was in this mood, public fucking as punishment had been possible for him to do, even in this mode.
I continued on my way to the bread section. If only there were my treats. They were kind of like rolls; they had a lot of fiber, and they were damn good. Oh, there were. These were ok according to Colin for me, not too often, but I did not shop so often so I thought I could again treat myself, to butter, meat, and basil. My addiction to basil had gotten no better, and it was still my treat and almost my addiction, too. That's why I had big bushes of different basil growing in my flowerbeds too. They were pretty plants, and they suited there very well.
Colin and others had used basil as a bribe for me, in order to get me to behave, for example, this roll, filled with basil butter and meat, would have been my reward if I had let Colin take blood tests and scans of me. Dexter had made this perfect basil butter. Oh my god, it was good.
I took a paper bag and tongs to get the rolls when Damon came up beside me and took one roll, sniffed it, took the bag out of my hand, and said, " You do not poison yourself, darling, you leave them alone. Those are harmful, even poisonous, to you, and yes, I could see that you have eaten now and then. But you don't eat anymore."
I said, "But Colin told me it was ok for me to eat them."
Damon snorted and said, "Well. Colin is hardly your protector, is he, darling? Obey me and leave them alone. I will not tell you everything that is not good for those rolls, but it is just not one thing."
I sighed and thought fine. Then, the lovely rye bread I had asked for was in the selection. This was soft, suitably strong, and so good when fresh. I went to look for it, and again, an iron grip grabbed my wrist.
Damon said, " Really, darling, do you honestly think I'm going to let you eat that?"
Again, my treat was denied to me. And this was not just a onetime deal. It felt like every other thing that I was going to get for myself was not good for me or was rubbish for me and then he filled my stroller with all of the kinds of other ingredients that I had not used.
We kept going, and Damon would stop now and then to look at everything. I was looking at the sauces when Taylor, Rob's son, came up to me. There was a new line of sauces, all organic, all suitable for me and there were a few new varieties that I was thinking of trying, one of shrimp sauce and the other was bechamel. Now I could do bechamel just fine but I liked to test them out and used them like tortilla lasagna or sometimes made gratin out of the ready bechamel. Taylor was one of my trusties once again, and he was like a carbon copy of his dad—tall, blond, and damn good-looking.
"Hi! What are you buying now? How's life in the pack?" He asked.
I glanced back. Damon was still looking at the meat. I had several packets of these sauces in my hands and I put them in my stroller. Rob was on leave. He had just a tee shirt and black jeans. He liked to keep his hair long, at least at shoulder length, and he was single. He was a talented guy in the field and merciless to our enemies, but he took care of me, quite many times too. I needed that after I escaped from various institutes and tortures, too.
I said, " Tomorrow is the wedding. Things are going well here. Yes, many things have already happened. You can believe it. There was an explanation for my episodes, too. It is some sort of demon, so keep an eye out if anyone else has the same kind of symptoms. But let's just say that has been more than interesting."
Taylor laughed, saying, " Good to know, but I think Damon called on Alaric about that already and gave him instructions. Damn, woman, you look good. I should have taken the opportunity while I had the chance. After all, I have known you for a kind long time. You'll be a taken woman in no time. "
My future husband wrapped his arms around me and hissed in my ear," Baby, who is this gentleman? Why don't you introduce us?"
His nails were quite prominent, and I did not doubt that he had heard what Rob said to me. His grip around me was extremely possessive.
I said, "Damon, this is Taylor. This is Rob's son. You met him in base quite long time ago. You remember when I told you about Rob?"
I had not told Damon details about Rob's death, or I would ever even tell him. It was not for him to know everything. He knew Rob had been very important to me and I had lost him when we had our five-year separation because Damien killed me, for the first time.
A memory flashed in my head, and I felt Damon catch it. It had been just a memory of Rob's funeral where I had broken down in secret, in the bathroom. Because Rob had died when I had killed him. Damon broke away and shook hands with Taylor, who just mumbled something, walked away, and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket to stop his nosebleed.
Damon was so nervous that I could sense it, and I said nothing.
Damon said to me, "Someday, baby, you will tell me that memory because it is rotten, and this is a promise."
I did not answer to that. After all, forever is a long time. We continued through the shop, and now he didn't let me go anywhere but walked closely beside me, watching all the time. He had bitten me since Taylor left five new deep possession marks on my neck, so passionfruit stank and properly too, and I had to bite him, two times, and hard too.
I could feel him fuzzing over my memories, searching for other memories at the same time. We went through the shop, and he killed three people with his flanks just to show that he could still do it. I was a very good girl. I kept most of my memories hidden, but he had gotten hold of that Rob's funeral and I could feel him dispelling it and sucking my feelings out of it, too.
One was the male cashier I always talked to. He was still single, and we had an innocent flirtation, but the gentleman clearly showed how he took the cashier to look at some product. When he came back, he handed me an empty flank syringe. As we walked out of the store, I saw how the cashier tried to resuscitate.
I knew how to control myself, and as we went to the car, Damon said, "Think, baby, if Taylor would suffer the same fate tomorrow at our wedding. Or then he would be an excellent new vampire under me. Too bad I might send him to Australia to take care of those vampire women for a century or two."
Oh, that girl would be good tomorrow and in the next few days. This lesson of horror had gone into me and was good too. I was going to be the best damn flank victim for him that there would be, not giving him any idea about harming anyone else when he would need to keep me in line. Let's just see how wild weddings will be.
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