章 251: 10. Someday.
The pack gathered at the old Philadelphia house, and there would come the cardinals and the witches and Dresden and Constantine. They flew there. The atmosphere in the plane was charged, Bran was furious, and Damon's rage took on an almost physical form as his aura was very dark.
When they arrived at the house, there were already people waiting. The witches and cardinals were there. Some cardinals were younger, and yet Adam sensed their power. Once inside, they went over everything Adam had found, and Damon didn't stay long to plan but went to the house to see for himself what Reyes would do to Mimi. He had to see this for himself, be prepared, and know what he would be up against.
Damon went to the house and hid in the shadows and saw how Reyes fed Mimi everything, how he fucked Mimi for half a day and fed her the other half, he tried to find Mimi with his telepathy, but no, it was as if the creature that looked like a fat Mimi wasn't there in his mind.
He was too far away, and this was going to take a hell of a lot of energy and time, and this was just his job to do. He vowed he would get Mimi back, get her fit and back to normal, and then maybe they could do something together. He was going to burn down this house, the house where Mimi and this fucking spawn had been living for months now.
He came back to the pack after a day and said, "Fine, we've got quite a job ahead of us. When you push Farrow back to hell, I'm only focused on Mimi now. That girl is just going to have us to work on. Just because Farrow has been feeding her a good deal of stuff and all the tomato poisons and so on are probably stored in the fat, so I've got to stun her, bring her to the house, and then we, and Colin, have to cut as much fat out of her as we can, only then can I extract the Farrow effect from Mimi's head. And that's no guarantee that there's not some tomato poison somewhere, so we'll have to be vigilant and watch her condition all the time; I think we can probably do the surgery maybe in this house first and then see Chicago would be the best place to recover."
Samuel furrowed his brows and said, " It will only take a little over two hours to fly from here to Chicago. There are the best treatment options."
Damon grunted and thought for a moment and said, "Fine, I need an extra strong flank and longer needles to get it all the way to the lung. The lady has a pretty good reserve."
Adam said, "Let's see if even Mimosa can use that fat then; she's a little stronger already."
The cardinals came to take Damon with them to pray and strengthen him. He didn't put up a fight as he was now going with the flow and hoping it would all go relatively smoothly.
One cardinal, a slightly older man and the strongest, said to Damon, "You, my boy, you have quite a destiny. Love will be your driving force, but you must stay strong, be strong in your love, whoever you love," Damon grunted and gave a short thanks.
He was worried about Mimi; he wanted to get this plan going, but the potion and spells would take their own time to complete, and Reyes would have no chance. This had to be done right the first time.
Then Damon spent some time in the medbay, making flank shots with his fangs and also loading the bag, ready to go. Even though the flight would take only a little over two hours, Damon was going to put binders in the tomato and coriander to drip.
He knew that Mimi's surgery was going to be long and challenging. They would have to check the condition of every organ and then destroy everything that Reyes had stuffed inside Mimi. Samuel and Colin, who had also arrived, warned that if Mimi's fertility was at its peak, she would grow a new womb in no time. Damon grunted. He was prepared for anything.
It took them a painful four days to get the plan together, all the potions in place, prayers prayed, and then they headed for the house in Philly.
Damon forcefully kicked open the door, causing it to swing wide open with a resounding bang. Stepping inside, his voice echoed throughout the house, filling every corner with his commanding presence. "Reyes Farrow, I'm here to pick up my wife. You better get back to hell or..."
Damon ventured further into the house, taking in its flawless appearance. However, an eerie darkness seemed to have seeped into every wall and crevice, tainting the very essence of the place. Magnum and Charles stood ready, prepared to set the house ablaze when the time was right.
In a calm manner, Reyes emerged, wearing only jeans and hastily zipping them up. Damon could sense no guilt in his actions.
Reyes locked eyes with him, an almost ethereal expression on his face as he uttered, "You could have stayed a few more days, but fine. Yes, I'll yield to you, Salvatore. For now, you are still powerless."
Determination flared within Damon as he retorted, "Don't be so sure."
With a swift and powerful telepathic strike, he brought Farrow to his knees. Dresden and Constantine swiftly moved in, placing the magical crystals in their designated positions and activating them. Cardinals and witches encircled the ring, their presence amplifying the strength of the spell. They started the motion of prayers and potions.
As Damon ascended the stairs, he didn't need to investigate further. The unmistakable scent of sex filled the air, a mixture of familiarity and unfamiliarity.
Reyes couldn't fathom the magnitude of it all. His strength waned, and his connection to the earthly realm faltered. The gateway to hell opened, pulling him inexorably toward its depths. The combined forces of six witch circles and cardinals momentarily overwhelmed him. Reyes knew that this binding would only last for a few decades, but he vowed to return to his future wife.
Once, he had attempted goodness, rebelling against his father. Starting a family with Charley had been an unexpected turn. Their daughter was a precious accident. But in the end, there was always a breaking point, whether through death, as with their child, or through the very essence of existence, as with Charley.
His wife no longer desired humanity; she believed herself to be a higher being. And Reyes, as a mere human, would never have been worthy of her. Their daughter was not the savior they thought she was. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. After Reyes had studied for a while, he had found the right version, Mimi. But the losses and Charley's attitude had destroyed his heart and his soul. The air in the room felt heavy with despair.
That's why Reyes couldn't be good anymore. The sound of silence filled the air, a stark contrast to the once vibrant laughter that used to echo through the walls. When it wasn't rewarding, it only gave him pain and loss. All that wonderful time with his wife was like a drop in the ocean, quickly forgotten as bitterness and anger took over.
Reyes just wasn't sure if he'd make it in time for his next one in about 60 years, or if Salvatore had already gotten all his strength. If he had still been with Charley, then he might have been an even better protector of Mimi than Salvatore. He had read a prophecy once upon a time that suggested that if the cursed one 'gets to keep' his soul, then he would become the protector of the chosen one. But he didn't get to keep his soul. Reyes felt the fires of hell consume his human body, and he sank deeper and deeper into the darkness.
Damon walked upstairs, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. The smell of sex pervaded the air, a nauseating mix of sweat and desperation. It somehow felt so distorted and reeked of pure evil.
He opened the doors to the large bedroom. The sight before him was grotesque. The bed was a mess, the sheets twisted and stained. Mimi lay on her back, naked, her once youthful body now sagging. Her thick thighs were spread wide, and the sight of her fat folds made him recoil in disgust. He didn't recognize her anymore.
She lifted her head and tried to squirm up when she saw him, a look of terror in her eyes. Damon took the syringe from his pocket, its cold metal pressing against his palm. He took a few steps closer, his heart pounding in his chest, and pushed Mimi back onto the bed. With a quick motion, he plunged the needle through her side, the sound of her gasp filling the room. The weight of unconsciousness took hold, and she sank lifelessly onto the bed.
Damon looked around, the smell of sex still lingering in the air. He went to the closet, opened it, and looked for something clean. He found clean sheets, took them, and brought them to bed. He took a towel from the bathroom, the scent of soap providing a brief respite from the odors that surrounded him. He gently washed Mimi's lifeless body, a mix of tenderness and detachment in his touch.
Finally, he wrapped her in the fresh sheet, the fabric cool against his skin. With ease, he carried her downstairs, the weight of her body no obstacle to his hybrid strength. Downstairs, it was all over.
The living room was filled with solemn silence, broken only by the murmuring of prayers from the cardinals and the witches mumbling their spells. They were going to tie Farrow to hell. There was a charred spot on the floor where Reyes had stood.
Adam came to meet Damon, his eyes filled with sorrow and understanding. He said nothing as he looked at Mimi's pale, pasty skin, the realization of what had transpired settling heavily upon them both. Damon carried Mimi to the car. They could be on their way. Bran was already asleep in the car. He had pushed Farrow to hell with marrok power too and it had taken a hell of a lot, besides Dresden and Constantine had drained him of his strength.
I was lost because Reyes wasn't here, and Damon was. I had expected Reys to come back to fuck. I didn't want Damon and tried to run away.
Damon caught me and said, "Baby, Mimi, what on earth have they done to you? I'm surprised I can even feel you in your mind, but don't worry, it will take a little time, but I'll get you sorted out. "
He injected my lungs, a sharp prick of the needle was felt on my side, and I fell asleep right away. Reyes didn't even come into my dreams, and I was restless even there, and I missed him. There was only Reyes in my life and no one else.
Damon was nothing. Adam didn't even cross my mind. Reyes. He was just everything to me. I tried to find him. Hoping he'd come to me. I couldn't find him, and I didn't even feel him anymore. It was like he'd abandoned me.
Damon knew they were in for a goddamn fight. Reyes had somehow become addicted to Mimi herself, and now it was taking quite a lot for Damon to break that connection. He would take her to Chicago because it was the place he knew best. They'd drive to the plane. In the car, Damon had already given her more medicine after sensing her anxiety and Reyes' longing in her sleep; he'd stunned her deeply enough.
Then, when they got on the plane, Samuel, Colin, and Damon worked on Mimi for the whole 2.5 hours it took to get there. It wasn't easy because this was some weird thick tissue, and it wasn't so easy to suck out until Damon made a dental substance that melted it a little bit and loosened it up so it would be easier to suck out.
By the time they got to Chicago, they'd sucked 40 kilos of fat or whatever it was out of Mimi, but the surgery was still to come, and they'd have to get all that crap out of there as well.
The drive to the house took half an hour, and Damon was sitting with Mimi on his lap, and nobody dared to argue. They went straight downstairs to the medbay. Colin and Samuel were getting the meds ready while Damon checked the operating theatre. Then he came and carried Mimi into surgery.
it was a long and demanding operation. They removed every organ from Mimi, every one of them showing signs of wear, poisoning, and covered in that damn fat. They flushed out Mimi's cavity, blocked the replication enzyme, and transplanted Damon's organs into her completely.
She was growing a very fertile uterus and ovaries full of eggs. Still, there was nothing they could do about it now. In addition, Damon was draining blood everywhere, and he knew that when he got that mess out of her mind, her vampire side would be activated and four months without blood; well, she might be thirsty, but his blood was now well stocked so that he would get blood for her.
The surgery took three days. Colin and Samuel were pretty tired, but Damon knew the biggest job was yet to come. He carried the now very light Mimi, 41 kilos, not a trace of fat or double chin, to their upstairs bedroom. The job was about to begin.
He started first in their bedroom. He held her in his arms, stroked her, and undid every knot that had come into her head. Everything was a mess in there. Damon was persistent, looking for Mimi in her head. Finally, he found the prison and opened it. It took strength and time.
Once he got Mimi's will, rage, and sanity free, he knew there was still work to be done. But it helped when Mimi's rage surfaced to where Damon could feed off it and draw strength from it. It would help Mimi later on when the rage was quite less. He had stocked up on flankers and stronger substances to keep Mimi calm and still while the obsession with Reyes was still there.
Reyes was sort of the father of an Incubus. He wasn't the king of the incubus. They were his creation. His creations. Mimi still had to be kept well-medicated as he persisted in pulling the strands out of her mind that Reyes had put there.
The strands were like flypaper, sticky, tough, nasty, and Damon kept working. Steadily, tenaciously destroying the strings one by one. He couldn't hurry. He always destroyed a strand completely before moving on to the next one. Every thread was wrong. Damon felt the corrupting force of the thread.
Damon's own rage was just beneath the surface, and he vowed to destroy Reyes if he ever bumbled out of hell again. Every thread tied Mimi to Farrow and made her crave him.
Samuel and Colin, and Adam brought Damon food and blood; they didn't disturb them except the bare necessities because the psychic pressure their minds felt as they approached was pretty damn intense. Damon was now protecting Mimi.
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