章 28: 28. From This Moment On.
We went to the house, and I decided then to watch a movie, calm down, and get ready for the next day or days. This was going to be a real balance of horror, and I did not know how wild our wedding night was going to be. What I knew was that Damon was as prepared as could be. We were already in the castle where our epic wedding would be.
I took a shower, and in this room, here in Monaco Castle, where we had already moved to, there were lovely showers, and I always had my toiletries in my rooms. I got my clothes ready and sighed when I could relax. This was a big castle, and I had hidden nothing.
I just had my room and had gone here in peace, quiet, and a bit of a secret because now I wanted some time to myself. I took off my clothes and had my bathrobe ready, brand new towels, and a dark pink one ready. In this castle, there were 11 floors and a huge number of rooms and even a few apartment types of thingy on the upmost floors.
My room was middle, not anywhere that you would notice it right away, around the corner so to speak and I liked to keep my own space, I had made this room according to my very personal preferences and it was not my idea to let even Charles here. Here my marble shower and my thick luxurious bathrobes were waiting for me.
I went into the shower, and before I could turn on the water, a soft but distinctly dangerous steely voice at the door asked, " What's the matter, baby? Why didn't you invite me with you? Oh, we have a nice room here. Well, don't worry; I'll come with you. This castle is really beautiful, and this room—this is our room, baby. You know that?"
I had no time to answer, not really when this one was in the mood that he acted, not waiting for my answer.
He came into the shower, flattened me against the wall, and I felt the syringe sink into my heart from the back. My mind was muddled quite badly up, my panic did not get onto the surface, not right away as sedatives hit my mind and strongly.
He said, " Education starts now, student, but we have a wedding first, and the studies will continue properly on the honeymoon. You can be sure of that."
The sedation was fucking strong, and I contained my panic. I used quite a lot of my power to control my panic. I could feel Damon doing something in my head, and he went to wash me with the substances, that he had brought with him, or then he just had created them. I had no idea. He washed my hair and all over me, kept me medicated the whole time, watching my panic, trying to dig it out, I guess.Whatever he washed me with was quite rough, good peeling.
His voice was firm and unyielding as he said, "I'll teach, and you'll learn. You can be sure of that. This lesson is not about head stroking and patient toleration. I'm just going to find your problems here in your mind and remove them."
He used hot water to wash me and his shower gels. He also had his sponge that he used to scrub me clean. I was drugged up to my eyes. After we had washed up, he went rummaging through the bathrobes, grabbed another one of my big ones, and got me another one somewhere. He put my hair in the towel, remembering to give me a flank now and then. I was drugged almost so much that I could not stand, but he supported me.
He dried me long and hard, made sure that I was very dry and so was my hair, too. He put on my nightgown and loosely braided my hair, then we went to bed, and he stroked me until I fell asleep. It was not so late that I would have had to sleep, but he knew how to make me fall asleep in the middle of the day. I was pretty damn drugged. At some point, I woke up, and I was pretty damn confused. I was lying on my back, and it took me a while to get myself awake enough, only to find that my lovely husband was gelling my abdominal cavity.
I could feel the base of my skin already full. I could feel how my skin was stretching almost, and my stomach felt pretty full, too. He left the cannulas there. There were three and put an electric blanket over me so that I felt the jelly melt, and I remained very calm and confused once it was all melted and absorbed again. I was very sedated all the time, but my panic did not get any kind of hold. Either he had done something to it or then I was way too drugged to panic. I was way too doped up to try to analyze what this was about.
Damon poured jelly inside me tank after tank for the rest of the day and night. In the morning, I was in a daze; this was something. I could feel several different drugs in my blood and in my mind, too. Making me quite a helpless state. Again removing any initiative or capability to use my powers. I don't know what the fuck it was, but Damon was happy. It was early morning and the last batch of jelly had been absorbed. He didn't rub. He just kept putting on the electric blanket, and then when it was all gone, the underneath of my skin, my belly, and my back all got jelly.
He directed me to sit on the side of the bed, put on my makeup, shower, of course, and do my hair. I was a robot. I obeyed, as I had no choice but to obey, no initiative at all.
Then he said, "You stay right there, don't you, while I do the other women. Then I'll come and do you. Just sit there. The medicine guarantees that you won't get anywhere yet."
Then he left. I then sat on the edge of the bed, and my thoughts were slow and sticky, but I didn't feel as helpless as usual. I don't know if it was the medicine or if he had done something to my thoughts. I really didn't know. I just was. It was calming in one way as my mind was not full as usual but same time; I felt crippled too. I could not over analyze as normally, and it made me feel helpless in my mind. One of my sharpest tools was out of use, so to speak.
I just sat there, preparing to be this creature's perfect bride. These weddings were always an experience in themselves. You could never take the attitude that you've been through this before when you had a fucking powerful telepath next to you who was fully equipped to show you his power. Then I had this ah-ha experience, and that's kind of what this was; he was showing me his power and authority.
How can he completely control an immortal, invincible flea? How he controls his wife. I am and was in many ways still stronger than him and he knew that, but he knew how to put me in order, how to show how strong he is. One of his lessons for me had been that brute force is not everything if you have a thousand years of experience in your belt, so it was hard to say which one of us was actually stronger. My mind reeled very slowly on these things and got stuck almost to them.
After Damon got Mimi ready to go, he went to Mariella first. Mariella was in the shower, and the two had already had a little preliminary preparation. Damon helped this sedated wife out of the shower, put her on her back on the bed, and gave her a good gel down, too, with his new special blend.
This mixture would help so much in the coming days and on the honeymoon. Each woman had her own Damon to enjoy the wedding with. Damon had realized that some versions of him had the same needs, so a two was with Mariella, a five with Mimosa, and a seven with Shadow, and he got to take care of Mimi.
Each bride had her own wedding chamber, and there, the groom. He was allowed to express himself as much as he wanted. Damon was really looking forward to his own wedding night with Mimi. This was going to be a wedding no one would ever forget. While Mariella was gelled, Damon used his energy to soak it all in, then looked into his wife's eyes and felt her mind.
Excellent, just the right amount of sedation. The stuff worked on this one, too, and the two would have no trouble keeping her under control. He'd do her makeup and hair, and the two would then help her get into the dress. Damon went to treat the wolves again in the same way so that they, too, were in the right condition and had their jelly.
The jelly would help with the wedding night and the general management of the others. Everyone needed to be well-controlled as they went around and socialized. Damon then calmly walked back to Mimi, and soon he would help her into her dress, and soon it would be party time.
Damon wanted this wedding to have a real impact on this pack. It was time for those other Salvatores to also wake up this side of them and then it would not be a bad thing to sometimes grab a woman and give her a few nights of stabbing, fear, and terror too.
The ceremony would now be held in the castle, and a great many guests had already been invited, including the people from the magic house, their children, and Mimi's fleas, especially the men. Damon wanted to see them and read their thoughts about Mimi. All the salvatores wanted to. Magnum, Wulfe, Dexter, Colin, and Murdock had been invited too. Mimi's four girls would be flower girls, so this would be a really epic wedding.
By getting most of those men that Mimi trusted and had worked for seven years, they would have a field day as they probed their minds and memories, too. Then they could be sure what Mimi meant to them and who Mimi should stay away from. Damon was looking forward to each man's thoughts and what was on their minds when they saw him and Mimi together. It was going to be absolutely perfect, as perfect as it could be and could be.
I was still sitting on the bed when Damon came back, and he first checked the situation with my eyes, helped me stand up, and gave me a flank so that I almost staggered. It was a hefty dose, and somehow, they now didn't wear off quite as quickly as normal.
My dress was purple, gold, and black. The bottom was black tulle, and the top was blue violet satin with gold trim. It had actual Salvatore ornaments to it. I had seen them on his signet rings, so this was the very possessive wedding dress. Damon cinched my dress tight, which again showed how skinny I was. He put on my shoes, which were bright red, and high heels with jewelry.
My hair had a hairnet with genuine diamonds in it, and then Damon sat me down again and said," Lepard will come and get you, and he won't see anything wrong, will you, darlin? I already saw Taylor in there, and well, no one here would probably start CPR."
I nodded and stayed seated. I had everything from the veil which was white, and I was a bride again. It took a while, and the door opened; Lepard came into the room, and oh, how this boy knew how to dress. He wore a satin shirt, and pink and black leather trousers. He came and helped me stand up.
I was very medicated, but I didn't express it as I didn't want my friends to die prematurely. He was a good-looking boy or man, and I did not doubt that he might get quite a few ladies buzzing around him. Normally, he would take out his rage. It would act as a repellent, but this was the wedding and not a place to unleash one's rage.
In the upstairs lobby where we went, there were other women. Mariella had the same color dress as me, with slight exceptions. She had no Salvatore insignia on her dress, just lust wines made out of gold ornament and the wolves had light dresses, not white but pale yellow or gold.
When I looked more closely at Mariella and the wolves, I saw that these were also as drugged as I was, and well, I didn't think about it anymore as I concentrated on singing John Denver's Annie's Song in my head. They didn't have veils, or so much jewelry as I had. I was the main bride here.
I'd learned a little trick of keeping your mind on track when you're next to the telepath.
Lepard whispered in my ear, " Change the fucking song already. How many fucking times are you going to go through that?"
I smiled and just kept going. It's not nice to listen to such thoughts all the time. You have to be sneaky, so nobody dies.
Damon, well, if he got upset with my singing, he could make it stop without too much fucking effort. The music started playing, and I had to go first. Fine. We descended the stairs, and Demon and Mariella got ready to come after us, too.
Damon was dressed in black and gold, almost identical to our vampire wedding clothes, and I could see that this one had the vampire side on quite a bit. Luckily, the drugs worked on my vampire side; otherwise, I might have wanted to go stalk and maul. Lepard delivered me next to Damon, and it was all set up. He took my hand in his. His grip was firm and possessive. Mariella came in to stand next to number two, and five and seven got the wolves to themselves.
I had to read an oath again, but I have no recollection of what I said. I had been so well-medicated and had just had a jab shortly before, so I don't remember the oath. I notice my husband is very smug when he watches what I write.
He likes to show off his strength and make little 1-0s when I always praise and curse my photographic memories. But this relationship we have has always been about making little 1-0s, side to side. And as much as I'd like to believe that I'm winning after all these years, I'm not even going to think about it, or that lovely telepath out there will take it as a challenge. Our wedding was truly unique. He likes to remember everything about them, and I know that other ladies' recollections are just as hazy as mine.
There was kissing on both sides, but we didn't marry women. No, no. Finally, the priest declared us husband and wife and Damon kissed me very possessively, flanking me same time, whispering into the depths of my mind. "Now, darling, you are truly mine." I was his, no doubt about it, and this was only the start of our wedding.
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