Bab 123: 3.Obsession.
I had no idea how many nights Damon had done it. The crackling electricity hit me like a thunderbolt. He kept flanking me with that damn organ. Drugs had still their intense power. I felt a numbing sensation as I was sedated, unable to resist. He lay next to me, his presence deepening my addiction, his coldness and anger palpable. Pressing my face to his neck. In my helpless state, I understood the twisted pleasure he derived from controlling me. I was a victim, trapped and defenseless, with no way to stop him.
It seemed that he had caught wind of my private desires, my thoughts of a breeding season reserved just for me. Perhaps this was his reaction to it. I knew he had everything perfect in Ireland - Mariella and the wolves were pregnant, and yet he unleashed his rage on me. Fine, I could endure it. I tightly held onto my memories, refusing to let anything slip through, even though I no longer felt him. Then, he stopped coming.
I tried to overcome the lingering feeling of weakness and sought something, anything, that I could do. My first step was to visit the medbay, where I subjected myself to blood tests. I wanted to see just how depleted my enzymes were, and how high my cortisol levels had risen.
I made sure to take the tests in my name, ensuring that he would receive a notification about them. Let's see if he would come and forcefully inject a kilo of platinum into my liver. I couldn't fathom why he harbored such intense hatred towards me. Was it truly so terrible to end up in those shed session devices? But no matter what, there was one thing I couldn't deny - I had tried, God knows I had tried, to help him and Adam. Unfortunately, I simply wasn't strong enough.
Damon reclined in the tranquil spa, the soothing ambiance enveloping him. He had successfully ensnared Mimi, and now she was under his complete control. Mariella and the wolves, their rotund bellies swollen with impending motherhood, presented a dilemma. Should he allow them to care for the cubs? Uncertainty lingered.
Mariella joined him in the sauna, nestling against his neck, inhaling his intoxicating pheromones obediently. She was like his little pet, obeying his every whim. The euphoria radiated from her, a testament to his power over her. He yearned for the day when he would exert the same influence over Mimi, causing her to surrender and indulge in pure relaxation. Damon was ignorant of the consequences of pheromone addiction, but he would soon learn the bitter lessons of his laziness and lack of knowledge.
For now, he indulged in his instincts and desires, relishing the present moment. The following day, as he showered with Mariella, the sound of his phone interrupted their intimacy. Prioritizing Mariella's need for rough treatment, he explored the depths of her pain, embracing his primal vampire nature. He unleashed the untamed urges within him, desperately seeking release through Mariella. Though deep down, he yearned for Mimi; he chose to dedicate his time to Mariella, teaching her, loving her, and satisfying his carnal desires. Perhaps, in due time, he would have a special night with Mimi, allowing the pack to witness her transformation into an obedient wife unless she wished to be tormented every time blood tests were due.
After taking a refreshing shower, he carefully selected Mariella's clothes and styled her hair, paying attention to every detail. As he did so, the buzzing of his phone faded into the background, forgotten. They decided to go out for a meal, and he made it a point to ensure Mariella ate well, not wanting Charles to worry about her. In his mind, Mariella belonged to him alone, regardless of her marital status.
His deceitful plan seemed flawless, and as he reveled in it, the lushness of the Irish castle where they lived added to his sense of perfection. He pushed thoughts of Mimi and the harm he had caused her out of his mind.
Meanwhile, I had just finished my blood tests and was exhausted. My body felt listless, and eating had become a challenging task. The lack of appetite was a clear sign of my enzyme deficiency, something I knew I needed to address. My life just could not be easy, not in a freaking way. I tried to suppress my irritation but could not stop curse words from streaming from my lips, in English, Finnish, and a few other languages as well.
I understood that it was time for me to indulge in my special treats, but only if my values reflected the need for it. Enzyme transplants were no longer a viable option, as limited units were remaining. They had been used on me regularly during my medical issues, highlighting my body's delicate nature. Even the slightest change could have severe consequences.
This process would take time, patience, and a careful balance to avoid any detrimental effects. I wasn't sure if Salvatore was even keeping an eye on me. He seemed too bored to act as my protector, or perhaps he was simply angry with me or yearning for a perfect life with Mariella in Ireland. Whatever his thoughts, they were no longer my concern.
It was up to me to regain control over myself and my body. I knew I could achieve this by exerting tight control over my mind, preventing any signs of distress or restlessness from slipping through the bond I shared with Charles. I didn't want him to sense my neurosis. It was time for me to mature and learn to live with my newfound weaknesses, particularly when my rage spiraled out of control. I needed to tap into my alpha powers as a triple alpha, possessing three unique abilities. However, I hadn't fully explored or honed these powers yet. I knew I needed more information about them before I could truly harness their potential.
I knew exactly how to cleanse my alpha power, but when it came to my shifter alpha power and my vampire alpha power, things were different. I traveled to Moldova and entered my library, eager to find books on these powers. As I perused the shelves, I could smell the musty scent of old pages filling the air. I selected one book and began reading, then another, and another. The process seemed more complex, and multiple books suggested I would need assistance. However, I was determined and didn't want to rely on anyone else.
The process seemed simple. I should try to keep my feline side as much out as possible but not change my form. I was not sure why this book emphasized the need for others. What could go wrong? I needed heat. This would be the most efficient to do by sweating.
To purify my alpha shifter power, I decided to head to the sauna. I had already preheated it, so as I entered, a wave of intense heat enveloped me. The sauna walls were slick with moisture, and the smell of lily of the valley infused the air. I focused on keeping my feline side out as much while maintaining control over my human form. It was a delicate balance. I reached for the reserve of human blood I had stored, six bags in total. As I drank each bag, the metallic taste lingered on my tongue, unpleasant but necessary. Human blood was tasteless shit.
After thirty minutes, I could feel the effects of the blood taking hold. I stepped into the sauna, my feline side resisting the heat and longing to escape. It was a comical sight, as I repeatedly jumped towards the sauna door, almost opening it before regaining control. Trying to leave, get out. Losing my focus on my power same time so my power was not on all the time. Then I got back on the deck, and I threw more steam, causing my feline side to rebel once more.
It was a constant struggle, as my grip on my power was not full-time on and I doubted whether this method would work at all. Now I understand that it would have been good to have others here as well who would not let me leave and keep hitting the steam and I could focus on up keeping my power on all the time. The chills from the human blood persisted, leaving me exhausted and drained. I didn't feel any different, and I sensed that my alpha power hadn't been purified. My feline side had somehow blocked or resisted the process.
Hoping that purifying my vampire side would be easier, I considered the methods available. Meaning, I needed to get in a state of extreme relaxation, and let shit come out, not let my predatory nature come out, but keep my vampire power on, kind of relax something inside me, so slag would come out. Again, it was recommended to do it in the company of your sire or a group of powerful vampires.
One idea that I had was to become blood-drunk, consuming blood that was too potent. However, I had no idea what would be considered too strong for me or the consequences it might bring. I was one freaking strong vampire already. not so simple to find something strong enough to get me drunk with blood. I decided on angels as my source of blood. In my hidden blood room in Moldova, I had an extensive collection of angelic blood. I grabbed a jug and began pouring a mixture of different angelic bloods into it. Once the three-liter jug was full, I took a sip.
Oh yeah, I was filled with overwhelming joy. My senses heightened, but not under the influence of alcohol. Euphoria surged through me, like a drug that enveloped my entire being, lulling my vampire instincts into slumber. My alpha vampire power remained suppressed, unwilling to emerge or cleanse itself. Not that it mattered much, as it had little effect on me. I did not care the whole thing about purification, my euphoria was way too strong. I spent twelve blissful days in this heightened state, forgetting about the need to eat or drink, simply existing in a state of pure ecstasy.
When it finally ended, a wave of depression washed over me, engulfing me for three long days. However, I kept my despair hidden, careful not to let anyone see or sense my inner turmoil. Again, it would require someone to keep my power on and make sure that I did not go into euphoria, but relaxed. So someone with experience might have said to me that it had not been too bright an idea to use those angel bloods.
Gathering my thoughts, I regained control of my mind and nourished myself once again. At some point, I knew I should undergo another round of blood tests, but first, I needed to satisfy my cravings. I desired fresh, easily attainable treats, which would help balance my enzymes. Time to get something to do for my health.
I decided to venture to India for the next week, seeking excitement and entertainment. I visited seven fight clubs, purely for my amusement. Well, perhaps not just for fun, as I also added to my collection of spiders, scorpions, and their tails. These acquisitions would aid in restoring my enzymes to a healthy state, making things much better for me.
Little did I know, hidden within the audience, were many alphas and vampire women. Damon, having distanced himself from them years ago, had inadvertently shifted their focus onto alphas. These alphas soon fell under their thrall, using and discarding them at their whim. However, the strongest among them were kept as allies, engaging in parties together.
These alpha women had a taste for both genders, snatching up young individuals and enemies of the alphas to serve as their entertainment. They reveled in the sight of racks and restraints, relishing in the control and power they held. These alphas were traditionalists, resistant to change, disapproving of the new ways introduced by a different Bran who sought order and put an end to the abusive parties.
Many of these alphas now harbored resentment towards him, spreading rumors about Bran being both a vampire and a wizard. Vampire women were more than willing to have him. They saw him as a delectable morsel, a blood bag and a sex toy to be used, broken, and possibly coerced back into his cruel ways. They longed for the days of the alpha parties, where Marrok's forceful breedings were the norm.
In the dimly lit fight club, a group of powerful alphas gathered their presence, commanding attention. The air was heavy with anticipation as they awaited the arrival of Mimi Salvatore, also known as Flea. She was about to showcase her prowess in the fight club, a sight that would surely leave a lasting impression.
Mimi had always been cherished by Damon, despite his previous denial of those vampire women. The memory of their vampire wedding lingered in their minds, a testament to her unwavering strength. Imagining her restrained on a rack, ready to be used, sent shivers down their spines, and the thought of tasting her heavenly blood was tantalizing.
Perhaps, by using Mimi as bait, they could entice Damon to come to them. They envisioned him and his pack succumbing to their dominance, becoming their sex slaves once again. There were approximately forty vampire women in the room, all older and stronger than Damon had been during the wedding. Their confidence radiated, as they believed Damon and his pack would unquestionably submit to them.
The allure of a life of wealth and power, coupled with their strengthened abilities, made the future seem promising. All the better that nowadays there were ten Damons, his sons, and Adam and Charles as well. All more than perfect sex toys.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone