Bab 153: 33. The Sound Of Silence.
The first sensation that came over me was not a mushy feeling of safety, but rather a bothersome wrinkle that dug into my hip. It triggered a memory that I had kept preserved and thought I should show someday. Squirming, I felt like a mummy wrapped up tightly, and gradually I started to hear someone talking in my mind.
"Shh, baby, take it easy. You're not fully healed yet. Don't wiggle so much," the voice whispered.
It took some time for me to recall the stabbings and the uncomfortable ache in my belly, which indicated that I still had some healing left to do. I grew frustrated and wiggled, causing the person who was wrapping me up like a burrito to hold me even tighter. In the background, Alphaville's "Forever Young" was playing, and the person softly hummed along.
As I tried to move, I felt something digging into my hip, causing discomfort.
Finally, I managed to wake myself up enough to speak, my voice barely a whisper but filled with irritation. "Goddamn it, something is digging into my hip. It must be a wrinkle or something. I need to move to a better position."
As I opened my eyes, I saw Damon looking at me with his ice-blue eyes.
He said, "Wait a minute, let's change your position a bit, but try not to wriggle too much. We need your belly to heal."
Exhausted, I replied, "Black magic, herbs... they still burn."
He grunted softly. The room was dimly lit, warm, and stuffy.
"I need some air." My voice was still irritated.
Damon said to me. "I put you in this bed, unwrapped you, and checked you over. I turned on a little more light, so it might be bright."
He gently lowered me onto the bed and switched on the light. It was one of the bedrooms I hadn't been in before, and the brightness didn't blind me. Damon was naked. He uncovered me, and although it was almost shocking to lose the warmth of the blanket, it felt refreshing to have fresh air on my skin.
Damon gently placed the blanket back on me and said, "I'll go get some things from the bathroom and see if my blood can help. Missy, you really need to rest. You've overexerted yourself."
I replied, "Well, I'm here, aren't I? I'll get better. But I did it. I got them both in. I really did it. How about you be my meal?"
As a sudden bloodlust overwhelmed me, Damon looked at me sharply and said, "No, I'm not your meal. I'll help you with your vampire side, though. It's getting a bit unruly."
Damon walked into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the room. All I could think about was the sensation of warm, perfect blood trickling down my throat. It was almost too much, making me restless.
Damon returned, gazing me, and spoke in a low voice, "Stay put, don't move. Now, let me see your stomach."
He had a towel, warm water, and a few other items with him. He removed the blanket from my lower body again and opened the dressing on my wound. I had no idea who had put it there. I was still lying in bed when the door opened and Mariella, number two, and Wulfe entered. Oh, my meals.
Wulfe glanced at me and said, "No."
But I wasn't in the mood to care about his orders.
He said to Damon, "She's a wild one, fights back. Fine, what do you need?"
Damon replied, "I'll try to close the wound with my blood. My magic isn't working, but we need to address her bloodlust and her unruly vampire side next. She's too tired to have control over herself. Her willpower is completely drained, so the bloodlust and her vampire instincts are taking over."
Number two approached, along with the others, and they pressed me firmly into the bed, holding down my head and body. Wulfe used a spell to bind me. Mariella sat on my legs to prevent any movement, while number two kept a tight grip on my head. I grunted as number one cleaned my wound, feeling a sting. Then he took a razor, opened his wrist, and I went into a frenzy from the bloodlust. Goddamn, I tried to move, to break free from Wulfe's spell, to escape number two's grip. I just had to have that blood.
Wulfe grunted, adding more power to his spell as he turned to Damon. "I'm not at my strongest, and this creature is like a goddamn tornado coming straight for me. Let's hope we can calm her down a bit," he said.
Damon grunted in response, his blood working its magic. "Not much longer now, almost done. I need to fully heal her so she doesn't tear it open and make things worse. Then we can try to get her to calm down and rest. She's only had 12 hours of rest after putting in that much effort when she should sleep for a few days."
Mariella grunted too and used a spell to further bind Mimi. They didn't want her jerking around if she managed to break free from Wulfe's spell. Ten minutes later, Damon was pleased to see that the wound was fully healed, but Mimi was still as feral as ever.
Number four entered, carrying a jug filled with a strong blood mix laced with sedatives. However, Mimi wouldn't even smell them, so they had to be careful not to let her guzzle the whole jug. Number four also brought a small baby bottle with a spell on it to prevent Mimi from tearing the nipple. She would have to control herself. Wulfe stood nearby but allowed Damon to take charge in this situation and give the orders that Mimi had to obey.
The small bottle with controlled speed would help her gain some control, while also giving the strong sedative, romidifine, time to work. It was fortunate that they had more drugs in their repertoire that would work on her.
Once Damon had healed my belly, they brought the jug of blood, but didn't give it to me right away. The bloodlust burned in my veins like liquid fire.
Damon took the small baby bottle and said to me, "Come on, baby. I'll pick you up again and I'll feed you, one bottle at a time. You can't rip open the nipple, it's protected. We'll take this nice and slow. I'll help you. You are way too exhausted to have any self-control, so it's up to me to be that control for you. I'll show you that I've got you, baby."
I couldn't find the words to respond. Part of me was incredibly grateful, as this was what I had wanted my whole supernatural life, but the bloodlust... it was almost too overwhelming to put into words. Wulfe nodded at me, indicating that he had heard my thoughts.
Mariella smiled as Damon once again wrapped Mimi up like a burrito, ensuring there were no unsightly wrinkles and that she was snugly and securely wrapped. Mariella assisted him before he returned to bed, grabbing a jug nearby and then taking Mimi in his arms. Mimi looked utterly exhausted. Her complexion was pale, her lips trembled, and she smelled like a burning candle factory. However, this wrapping and controlled feeding would provide some relief. She needed both blood and rest.
Damon instructed Mariella, "You go and check on patients nine and ten on the medbay. Actually, check on all of them. Take Wulfe and teach him the basics, like blood draws and such. It's important for him to know these things when he's with Mimi."
Before Mariella could leave, I recalled a dream I had and quickly interjected, "I'm not sure if my exhaustion caused this, but have the drug dosages been recorded in my information? Can we protect them so only a few people can access them?"
Mariella turned around and walked up to me, asking me to explain further. "You've seen something, haven't you?" she questioned.
I nodded and replied, "Again, I'm not sure if this is something to be concerned about, but I had a dream or something after we killed Annaliese. I was returning to work when something happened, and Wulfe ended up saving me."
Damon interrupted, "Alright, let me give you some blood first. Mariella, Wulfe, wait a moment. Let's hear this before we start to look into the future."
They both came to sit on the bed as Damon handed me a bottle of blood. I eagerly drank it, savoring the perfect taste as the bottle quickly emptied.
Focusing my thoughts, I continued, "It was Bran. He was upset that I didn't include him and Samuel in the hive, denying him power. He snapped my neck, and then I woke up in bed. He told me he would help me power down."
Damon and Mariella exchanged glances, and something was said that seemed to trigger a dangerous charge in Wulfe, causing Mariella to wrap herself around him.
Damon asked, "What did he do? In your dream, tell us."
I replied, "First, he made me lactate again. He inserted a nasogastric tube and drained the potion that transferred my powers to my milk. He had a machine that massaged my breasts, making them sore, and it would pump my milk six times a day. Then Bran got drug information from the computer. Samuel came up with new ways to control werewolves in heat if they were sick and unable to undergo heat treatment. He used the same jelly Colin used on me, but this time, he put it in my asshole. He also had vaginal foam. Bran administered these drugs to me. The vaginal foam contained metomidine, romidifine, and xylazine. The jelly in my ass consisted of tiletamine, carfentanil, and dexmedetomidine. He drugged me and put me on an IV, which included acepromazine and muscle relaxants. He also gave me hormones to keep me lactating. He sometimes wanted to nurse from me but my milk was too strong for him to drink much."
Mariella remained silent while number two said, "That's it. We will make sure that neither Samuel nor Bran get that information. I will also ensure that those drugs are locked away." His voice was dark, angry.
I told him, "In my dream, Bran told me that Samuel has a lot of those drugs. They are common for werewolves nowadays, and Bran has access to them because he knows Samuel's password for the drug systems. The potion in my dream was wrong. It drained half of my willpower and alpha power, leaving me with only rage and vampire power. The hormones messed me up, and by the time Wulfe found me, I was in a bad state. He took me somewhere, and I tried to get him to help me because I was experiencing some kind of heat. I mean, with my heat, but he used only his fingers as jelly or foam had irritated my pussy too much for being fucked."
I fell silent as Damon fed me the next bottle of blood. I could still vividly remember that dream, or whatever it was.
Wulfe said, his voice almost feral, "That won't happen. We will take care of that Unicorn, you can be sure."
Wulfe telepathically said to Damon, "How is it possible that she saw the future? That was no dream. There is a 35% chance that it might actually happen at some point. So, I suggest you keep this knowledge locked and ensure that Bran stays away from her for a long time."
Damon and Mariella turned pale, and Mariella said, "We will go with number two to the medbay and make sure that Samuel and Bran don't get hold of this knowledge. I will also talk to Charles. This is just too freaking nasty."
Number two added, "And it's fucking typical of Bran, just like the tricks he used to play on Mimi in the past."
Wulfe said, "I won't leave her alone. If it's not me, then someone else will be with her. She won't be fucking alone until there is no danger of this ever happening."
Damon turned to me and said, "Baby, you listen to me. You'll be safe. That won't happen. It's great that you told us because now we have a chance to save you. When you talk to us, we'll keep you safe, even if it means you won't be alone. But you'll be safe. Now, try to relax and get a grip. You need to rest for a few days, and then we can have one last party to put an end to this nightmare. And then, my lady, it'll be time for a wedding - vampire and human. Just so you know."
His voice was calm. I could feel his tuning as well, but he was focused on me fully, pushing my vampire side under control. He handed me another bottle of blood, though it wasn't enough. I had to wait. I tried to distract myself and see what my confused, bloodthirsty brain could come up with.
I focused on Damon and said, "This isn't a perfect day, my love. It feels like everything is against all odds. Our life is like a rollercoaster. But you're still the one who takes me on a joyride to Casablanca. Sometimes, you might give me poison, but I just wanna to hear your heartbeat. In our mad world, I may retreat to my ivory tower, but you're my hero, keeping me stand my ground. Even this beautiful trauma won't make me forget all my loving. I'm not that material girl. Love Is All Around and it is enough for us. Love can truly heal the world. Your eyes, they're like angel eyes. I will wait for you, if you just try to love me. Oops... I did it again. But don't talk, just kiss."
Damon looked at me, sighed, and silently counted in his mind.
Mariella remarked, "23, not bad, Mimi, considering your state. Not bad at all."
Damon grunted, clearly annoyed at being one-upped. "Oh, you had to win this one, Missy. This isn't over, not by a long shot." He was a sore loser.
Mariella spoke up, "It's adorable to witness your little games. You two belong together. But we're going to make sure that dream or whatever it was won't come true. Just try to rest, and soon this will all be over. Maybe we can even have a karaoke night or something."
Wulfe turned to me and said, "Remember, unicorn, you owe me a road trip so we can sing and scare everyone."
Mariella looked at Wulfe and added, "Sounds fun. Some of us might tag along. The whole hive or pack singing loudly would be enough to make people run away."
Wulfe fell silent. He wanted me all to himself, but he also enjoyed being part of the pack. He wasn't sure where life would take us.
Damon continued to feed me bottle after bottle, maintaining a steady pace. I made sure not to give in to my blood lust too often, desperately trying to maintain control. It was exhausting. I had been pushing myself to the limit, and then the stabbing incident happened. Now, I felt like I had no strength left to be strong, so I allowed Damon to be strong for me. It was a rare occurrence for me, but I found comfort in his arms, wrapped up like a burrito. My body was so exhausted that I couldn't do anything but rely on him to give me the bottle. I hoped that by doing so, the pain would lessen and I would regain some semblance of normalcy.
Damon told me, "Go ahead, close your eyes, and rest. You've done well. Take a nap, even if it's just for a few minutes. Don't push yourself too hard. I've got you, baby. Look, I've changed. Close your eyes, good girl." His warm voice was like honey flowing my mind.
I allowed my eyes to close, feeling the weight of fatigue. Before long, the blood lust compelled me to open them again.
Damon handed me the bottle and said, "Keep your eyes closed. You don't have to watch while you feed. Go on."
I was under control, but I also felt incredibly safe and warm. Despite my exhaustion, I could taste the strong mixture of blood in my mouth. I knew I was getting what I needed, as I could sense its potency. The exhaustion deepened, and I kept my eyes closed, drifting in and out of sleep as Damon continued to give me the bottle. My feeding frenzy became less desperate, but I still sucked it down quickly. The hole in the bottle was just so small, and the blood trickled into my mouth. Bottle after bottle, my exhaustion worsened until I realized that the blood was laced with a drug. Despite this, I knew I had to have it. It no longer induced panic, because Damon would keep me safe.
Damon cradled Mimi in his arms while simultaneously discussing with the other Salvatores about what she had witnessed and why. They knew they had to take action. Damon was doing his best to help her relax, as she was completely exhausted. She took a short nap at first, but it grew longer as her bloodlust subsided. Damon used his telepathy to alleviate some of the brutality, although he couldn't completely remove it.
He fed her a carefully measured amount of drugged bloodmix, about 150ml at a time, to keep her under control. Gradually, her naps became longer, and she grew more fatigued as the effects of the romidifine set in. She still drank voraciously, but lacked the energy to keep her eyes open. Soon, she would be completely unconscious, and Damon hoped she would rest for several days.
He intended to keep her in his arms for as long as possible, not allowing anyone else to take her. He had missed her greatly, having messed up so many opportunities in the past. It had been far too long since she had been his wife, even if it was just a formality. He wanted to have her with him every day, as a wife, lover, mate, queen, and companion. Even Mariella was no longer enough; there was a deep need within him.
However, they had to keep moving. It was almost comical to see different versions of the Salvatores waiting their turn to hold her. They had preserved some strong blood and taken special precautions to ensure that she couldn't attack them. She would be fed like a baby, and it was amusing to see her expressions, even in her exhausted and barely awake state. She would roll her eyes in frustration before slumping back into a deep sleep, wrapped securely and safely.
Mariella helped the others as much as she could, allowing them to vent their frustrations about their weakness and their hatred for Annaliese. However, the fourth Salvatore needed to keep his hatred strong. He wore a crystal around his neck, which darkened when he first held Mimi in his arms, witnessing firsthand how much she had suffered. They were making progress.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone