Capítulo 162: 1. Daydream Believer.
My cabin was on the upper deck; it was a gorgeous luxury cabin, too. It had pastel shades and some boring paintings on the walls, but I'd be happy with it this month. I unpacked my bags and changed my clothes.
Damon had been on me like a hurricane, like a force of nature. But now I was hungry, and I went to find a restaurant, then some shopping and best of all, go find a fight club. The restaurant's food was actually tasty. And best of all, it was free and safe.
Not that I didn't have the money, but sometimes you just appreciate the free gourmet food that was shamelessly laid out in front of me. A bit of people watched, but I didn't mind when I went to devour. I wasn't going to, or well if a wonderful shop came along, I could walk around, but I explored the ship to see what was on the upper deck. At least there were restaurants.
Bran Adam and the alphas were on one of the lower decks in the cabinets, so I didn't have to worry about them. I wandered along deck two looking for shoe shops and... Bingo.
Oh my God, what an opportunity. Sark. Mr fucking Sark, with some Korean or similar gook doing the deals. Oh boy, what a lucky day. I could kill that thing in so fucking many ways I didn't even dare count, but first, I had to do a little observing. Now I didn't know how fresh Sark had photos of me, how well he remembered my face, so I didn't take too many chances.
I went with the other ladies that were around chattering some nonsense to a clothing store and bought some better undercover clothes. Such as a scarf I wrapped around my hair, sunglasses, and a long cotton jacket. I pulled over the clothes, giving or hiding my shape a little.
Sark was human and would be fucking easy to kill, but first, I'd have to find his cabin. The best way would be to make a plan, and then it would be a fantastic job if no one else in the pack could see him. My prey and I wouldn't even share this with Damon. Never.
Even though there were other scientists on my trail, somehow Sark was almost my arch-enemy, even though he had only caught me once. Perhaps the knowledge of how ardently he was actually looking for me might have provided the motivation to see him as my enemy.
I've got my hands full, I see, first checking out Sark, finding his bloody cabin, and then taking care of the fight club. Oh, this is going to be a busy cruise. But it's worth it. If I can kill that fucking prick, who has already done unbelievably horrible things to me, and he's still looking for me. Well, I found him first. Here I get a bit of a fighting reputation and I hear it's also very good anger management, the fighting, you see.
I wandered around the ship, rambling here and there, but actually, I was working out the layout of the ship in my head all the time. What's where? And then I found the fight club. Oh nice, this is the toughest one of all. Kill or be killed. It would start at night, and there was no guarantee that everyone would survive.
It is just the right reputation-boosting club. I would get a reputation as a fearless, fierce, unpredictable little bastard and see how many people underestimated me. I had a tentative plan, with experience in fighting alphas, on how to throw your opponent off balance and surprise them. Be as much of a victim as possible, and appear weak and timid rather than threatening or attacking them immediately. It would be pretty impossible for anyone else to play the victim, but I was the pretender.
The victim would be just another role I played. That would give me an advantage because the opponent would not see me as a threat but as a young girl, a child, and when you put on a great outfit, even better.
I just had to walk slowly along every deck, stop, and look in the windows. I haven't been to any shops yet. I saw the vampires, the original family, but Brianna wasn't with them.
It was good to know what was where in the case. At some point, I rewarded myself with a little shopping. I just have to hope that my pack stays on their own business and doesn't get involved in mine.
One shop after another became familiar, and some even inspired me a little, but I didn't give up much. I went to three different restaurants for dinner and enjoyed every fucking time they carried enormous dishes full of food from the kitchen in front of me, as people could be faced with a beautiful deep white plate with a spoonful of food at the bottom.
I got some envious looks, but I also heard quite a few whispers: I was a freak, not human, supernatural, and there was betting on my species. I was a fairy, a leprechaun, an elf even. But not a werewolf or a vampire.
I had stocked up on enough blood for myself, and I had also drunk from Damon pretty damn well during that 24-hour period, so that shouldn't be a problem. I ate all my food, including desserts, and then continued on my way. I treated myself to a really sumptuous meal at the ice cream bar and enjoyed it very much.
I had a look at all the fashion designers' shops. Some clothes were so good that I wouldn't wear them if I paid for them. A few had a lovely design but a horrible color or the wrong material. I was quite particular about what I wore and what I liked.
Although Damon had bought me quite a lot of clothes in the beginning, I had now bought them myself and had a pretty good taste of what I liked and what I was looking for. The clothes had to be comfortable, but beautiful.
It took time to find a compromise, and I usually erred on the side of comfort. That was what I insisted on. I was prepared to compromise a little on beauty. Not that I didn't know how to dress to look my best, not at all. Yes, I could accentuate my body and make myself look super sexy too, but when you have a jealous husband, it's not quite so easy.
And there were shoe shops, which I liked a lot. A few of them were vintage off-sale shops, meaning that there could be shoes from 20 years ago, and some of those were quite beauties; they weren't cheap, not at all, but I was loaded.
There were two luxury shoe shops, too; there were diamond-encrusted shoes with genuine gold ornaments or something as luxurious as that. And expensive too. I had money, so I see no problem with buying a pair of pumps there if I wanted to. Maybe I will get my reward from there once Sark is dead.
There were a few hairdressers and beauticians but I knew to skip them as I might be very allergic to something if damon wasn't there to check them out. And there were candy shops, but again, I couldn't go there as I didn't know all the additives that wouldn't work for me.
The ship was made for a shopping area, and there were pull trolleys to pack your shopping in or a delivery service either to your cabin or if you waited until the end of the cruise, you could arrange delivery to an address.
This was going to be one hell of a cruise, and I was already thinking about all the things I was going to do as I walked down long corridors full of people, chatter, the rattle of trolleys, and so many smells that I had to breathe through my mouth that my nose would get stuffed up.
When there were several perfume shops, it was difficult to walk in the perfume shop as a werewolf has a pretty sensitive nose, so people's perfumes were sometimes a bit too much. But I didn't start to demand that everything around me should be fragrance-free. I really didn't.
I liked the scents, and the perfumes were okay, but when so many people were spraying them in the air in the shop, and there wasn't really effective air conditioning, the cacophony of scents spread partly in the aisle.
I spent the rest of the day gearing up. I kept a passing eye on Sark. This was in one booth with this gook and I was thinking about the metals. Now, some of them are probably only found in Korea or wherever this was from, and they'd probably be willing to sell Sark whatever he wanted.
There must have been samples in that briefcase, and oh, I wish I could get my hands on them. It would be so damn useful, but that wasn't the priority. Killing Sark was. Now had I been smart, I would have told Damon about Sark and let him finish him quickly and efficiently, but as I'm not always nearly smart, I can make mistakes, and for some mistakes, I would pay a pretty damn steep price.
Watching Sark took up some of my time, and as I wandered around the ship, I also watched the other members of the pack. Adam and Bran were in their cabins, and Damon was actually hanging out with the originals; I saw him having dinner with them and genuinely laughing, and there were no other vampires there, but I didn't think of any relations between them.
As the day turned towards evening, Adam and Bran moved to a club to eat and talk. Damon was there, too, and I saw quite a few women there and at their table with the alphas, too. I didn't mind at all.
When Damon texted, they were going to a nightclub with the alphas, I thought, jackpot, lucky days.
Just what I needed, I replied, " Good, enjoy, and don't get too political; I'm resting now. I've been shopping all day, and my feet are tired. I have bought nothing yet, just planning, Mimi, p.S. love you. ,"
I got your reply, just heart pictures, feel free. I kept up the act and was in my cabin in my clothes. I wouldn't leave the shop until 11.30 pm, when the fights would start at midnight, and I had to sign in.
I got ready well in advance, and when there was a knock on the door of my cabin, I was in comfortable clothes, supposedly having a night out. I opened the door, in my nightie and hair down, in a long nightie, now trying not to seduce my husband, actually. Damon was pretty drunk already.
He said, " Baby, good night. We're going to the nightclub, and I might get lost in some other girls. Sorry about that,"
I said, " Good night, and get lost in the nightclub. Go ahead if you feel like it. I'm going to take a bath and read."
I was without makeup. I kept my posture very neutral, and I didn't seduce at all.
Damon said, "But baby, are you mad because we've already spent the night, and now if I fuck everyone else but you?"
I shrugged and said, "Your choice, your responsibility. I don't care. I'm not jealous. I'm tired. "
He smiled, turned, and I let him go. He faltered a little yet, but he'd either drink himself into a stupor or start fucking wild, though I suspected Rebecca might try Damon.
For now, I wouldn't mind if he fucked the complete ship as long as he left me alone. The fight club was right on point. When I heard Damon had gone, I took off my nightgown, dressed, fixed my hair, and was ready. It was time for The Flea to make her debut at the fight club.
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