章 238: 38. Summer Wine.
My little game was so much fun. We had several incredibly vampiric rooms, and Wulfe had been clever with his little clues. He had us decorate at least 10 rooms in a vampire theme, each one unique and oh my god, every single one had that magic touch. It was a blast. Damon made his room dark and gothic, but he also paid homage to Wulfe's wizard side with amulets hanging and a mini magic table adorned with symbols. He even found some stone slabs and made a table for himself. Wulfe was impressed.
But it was Alaric's room that really caught Wulfe's attention. Alaric had a great sense of humor, and his full-sized pastel-colored coffin lined with a soft mattress was a stroke of genius. There was quite a collection of games and several different game consoles near the scoffing and it was on the stand, so tv what was embedded in the wall, was just right installed, well he could play games from his coffin too.
Wulfe said, "It's been ages since I last slept in a coffin. It's not necessary, but sometimes it's handy."
I had to hand it to Alaric. That fun-colored coffin was brilliant. Now that we had several rooms ready, it was almost time to start our karaoke night. I had no idea if the Salvatores would show up. None of them had made any contact with me. But that was their problem. I had at least four fiancés, and I was happy. I looked at my finger with the four tattooed rings, and I felt content. If Damon didn't want me, then so be it. There wasn't much I could do about it, and I didn't want to dwell on it too much.
The pain was still there, and I needed to prepare for what would come after the karaoke. My unloading. And I was pretty damn nervous. Wulfe's calm, predatory expression somehow reassured me he was more than ready to handle it. He had his spells prepared.
He took me aside and said, "Now, my unicorn, I have a plan. We'll give you drinks - white wine or sparkling mixed with angel blood - and at the same time, we'll bring you close to your threshold. I can sense your power, and every time you're near enough, I'll give you a drink."
I looked at him and warned, "It's hard for me to hold back if you push me too far. So be careful."
He nodded and replied, "I understand. I sense your power, and when it's about to burst, I'll give you angel blood to contain it. Then we'll push a little further, so you'll be in quite a state during the night. Everyone is on board with this, and they'll do as I tell them. So don't worry."
I gazed at Wulfe, my brow furrowed, and asked, "Why? It will turn out fine once it's released."
Wulfe replied. "You have so much of it, and this will cause it to flow out. It will be easier for us to drain you completely, and quickly, hopefully, as much as possible."
I said to Wulfe. "I know I haven't spoken about it much, but it resides within me, like a vast cavern, with an antechamber through which it comes. I'm not sure if you can extract more than what's already there, but there is a lot," I explained.
Wulfe nodded, closed his eyes, and said, "Show me, show me the cavern, let me see it."
I focused, closed my eyes as well, and found my cavern. It was even larger than I remembered, indicating that my power had multiplied significantly. I sensed Wulfe's presence nearby.
He said, "Leave, let me handle this alone."
I opened my eyes, feeling his presence in my cavern, but since it was difficult for me to explore that place, I had no idea what he was doing in there. After a while, I felt him in my mind, almost getting to know my power, experiencing it, but not yet extracting it.
Then he opened his eyes, which glowed with a rare violet hue, and he smiled slightly.
"It's your emotions. Every time you suppress your feelings, they go into that cavern of yours. And, my unicorn, you feel intensely, so there's a lot there to unload. But don't worry, your emotions have transformed into a certain type of energy, a force within your mind. However, since it's so powerful, your mind protects itself, which is rare for you and doesn't allow you to access this power yet. Maybe someday," Wulfe explained.
I nodded and asked, "Why does it require rough treatment to activate it, then?"
Wulfe replied calmly, "You need to feel, deeply and emotionally. But love alone isn't enough, hence the need for something more forceful and sharp, something that really feels."
I smiled and said, "Not that I mind forceful. After all, I've grown accustomed to it and even find pleasure in it. So, be freaking careful if you have a fucking sharp object during karaoke. I tend to get a kind of wild."
Wulfe pulled out a long, wicked-looking dagger, and I could feel a surge of arousal. My pussy was sopping more or less and fast.
My power rumbled, and Wulfe asked, "Like this?"
I couldn't take my eyes off it and huskily replied, "Yes, just like that... God, I'm turned on...Can you smell me?"
Wulfe smiled and said, "You're easily aroused, my unicorn. Have you considered heat? You have islands, warmth, three months of paradise..."
I interrupted him, saying, "Let's focus on one thing at a time. Tonight and how long it takes, and we'll see what happens after."
He was so eager for this, and I had to admit, so was I. And the best part was, I was doing all of this behind Damon's back. Once again, I had mustered up enough attitude to challenge Damon's authority, and this time, I would not play the nice little girl.
I made my way to one of the rooms where I had stored my bags filled with clothes. I had seven bags, and this particular one contained my old outfits from when Damon and I were together. Most of these clothes were gifts from him, so it felt fitting to tamper with them a bit. I let my long, now fully red hair flow freely, securing only a hairband to keep it out of my eyes. It was then time for a shower.
As always, I used my favorite original shower soap and shampoo that Damon had bought for me. Wulfe, Adam, and Charles were all familiar with my preferences, especially Adam, who had lived with me for a very long time.
It was astonishing to realize that he was the one person I could truly rely on. Sure, he had his bad habits, but ever since Mariella came into his life, the parties and encounters with strange women had stopped. Besides, his association with the wolves was different.
After a long and hot shower, I applied my makeup. I tried to recreate the look I had on my vampire wedding day. The theme for tonight was "a trip down memory lane." Maybe it would serve as a farewell, or perhaps it was just my sentimental side taking over. Wulfe had assured me he would mend my clothes after tonight, so I didn't have to worry about them being torn or stained with blood.
I was finally ready, and as I looked at myself in the full-sized mirror, it felt like I was gazing into the past. My vampiric makeup, my hair, and my outfit - an egg white satin button-down blouse with short puffy sleeves, paired with a black, thick velvet skirt that reached halfway to my calves. And my shoes - a pair of red pumps, the very first ones Damon had bought for me during our time in England.
Yeah, I was ready to do this as the alpha female. It would be bittersweet, but it was just my life. If Salvatores came in, I had a great list of songs ready, straight from my heart. Maybe this would be our last time playing the game of songs. He didn't want me anymore, as he and others had made clear. It was sad, but there was nothing I could do. I tried to keep a neutral expression as best as I could. I attempted to forget about my broken heart and move on, knowing that I wasn't alone and that many people around me loved me. But damn, it hurt not to be loved by him anymore.
I made my way to the karaoke room, where Adam and Charles were already waiting. As I saw Adam in his faded band t-shirt, which clung to his muscular body like a second skin, and his black leather trousers, my heartache was momentarily suppressed. Charles was wearing a black tee shirt, probably another band tee shirt, which only accentuated how amazing his body looked, along with his faded blue jeans. They were low cut, so I knew what kind of treasure was hiding there. They were behind the bar, mixing drinks. To my surprise, Damon walked out of the smaller room where I had reserved drinks. He looked at me and smiled slightly, quite beastly. His blood-red satin shirt with rolled-up sleeves, paired with black jeans, made him look incredibly handsome.
He coolly and slightly smirked, saying to me, "Do you really think, baby, that I don't participate in karaoke? Others are coming too. Wulfe is fixing Mariella's hair, but it seems like you're not done. Come on, I have time."
My newfound attitude surfaced, and I replied, "No need. I want to keep my hair down. I could have put it up if I wanted to, but I'm not in the mood."
Damon's eyes flashed, and he said silkily, "Baby, that was a warning. Do you really want the action?"
I looked at him and said, "All your action is reserved for Mariella, so I'm fine. No need to mess up my hair."
Damon's jaw twitched, Adam smirked, and then my mind started to get fuzzy.
Damon came next to me, yanked me to my feet, and directed me to the other room. He made me sit down and started putting my hair up, giving me a few blows of that damn sedative organ embedded in my spine.
Damon glanced at my dreamy, almost intoxicated expression and commented, "You know, baby, warning, and action really do work well together. What I said to Mariela was meant to be just sweet nothings, nothing too serious. But I realize now how it may have sounded, especially with the three of us here. By the way, I see you found your old clothes. Maybe I should go through them so I know how to dress you."
I was too drugged to respond, but I was also quite damn pissed off. Suddenly, Damon's mood shifted as he finished styling my hair.
He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Wulfe told me something that is planned after karaoke..."
Then, without warning, he plunged a wickedly long dagger into my gut. It hurt just as it should, and I gasped in pain. I had to hold on, as I was so close to reaching my limit.
Damon twisted the dagger and said, "Doesn't it feel right? Come on, baby, let it out. Who needs karaoke when we have our own island, just the two of us?"
Managing to speak through the pain, I replied, "Wulfe has prepared a place for us, complete with boulders and such..."
Oh my god, the threshold was coming and fast, with every sharp twist of this damn dagger.
Damon smirked and replied, "Who cares? I have a feeling that you don't need much when you're over the line..."
He pulled the dagger out, licked it clean, and magically repaired and cleaned my shirt.
Then he said, "Alright, let's go see how long this karaoke will last. I have a sense that it won't be too long. I can smell your power, and it's calling me."
I turned to Damon and said, "You're only interested in my power, nothing else."
His whisper sent chills down my spine as he replied, "Baby, if you doubt me for one more second, I'll lop off your ring finger and cast a spell on it so it won't grow back until we're married, with only my ring on it."
There was a serious tone in his voice, but I was fine with it. I was ready for a karaoke night like no other, unsure of what would come next. I was going with the flow because, honestly; I had no other choice.
We walked together into the karaoke room, where the rest of the group was already waiting for us.
Damon went behind the bar, prepared a cocktail, and handed me a tall glass of pink, chilled drink, saying, "Sip this, and let's see if it helps."
I took a seat, drink in hand, ready for our karaoke night.
The room was adorned with red satin curtains, soft off-white tufted rugs, inviting sofas and chairs, and delicate tables. My crystalware served as the glasses for our drinks. It was time to get started.
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