Capítulo 236: 35. Viva La Vida.
I jolted awake, abruptly pulled from slumber by the throbbing ache in my mouth. It was as if a blaze had ignited on the lower part of my face. Gasping for air, I fought to awaken myself fully. Gradually, I subdued the pain, or at least acknowledged its presence, and forced my heavy eyelids open.
My mouth felt swollen, almost as if it were stitched shut, while my entire face seemed to share in the inflammation. The searing heat emanating from my mouth intensified, but by some miracle, I coaxed my tongue into a tentative movement. Gingerly, I explored the inside of my mouth, already expecting what I would discover or, rather, what I wouldn't.
As expected, my glands had vanished, every single one. My tongue throbbed with tenderness, its mobility hindered, and tears welled up in my eyes even before I had composed myself.
Well, I guess I would learn at some point that whenever I feel fantastic about something so that I feel genuine pleasure, it's always with a consequence. My mouth was even more excruciating than before. The logical conclusion was that the surgery had been more extensive. Apparently, my glands had been bigger or better developed and, therefore, my scar tissue was wider and a hell of a lot wider.
I then carefully sat up. Now, I didn't know if I could even swallow anything as a smoothie. My palate felt raw up to my throat. The thought of swallowing was not appealing. Well, I had got myself in shape so I could lose weight again lest I be too fucking fit, I suddenly thought. I found that my rage helped me tolerate the pain, including this pain, so I took my rage out, and suddenly, a really sore mouth was no problem.
I knew somehow that my uterus had been removed; the rage helped me to tolerate the pain, and I found I was still feeling pretty good. I might as well be in bed with Adam, playing a little. I went to the bathroom and felt like someone had stolen my spare food.
The surgeon husband of mine had scraped my abdominal cavity almost empty, and based on the amount of piss, I concluded that same someone had once again decided that I needed to piss like a moose, really.
Oh, that someone had been up to speed. My darling husband has got into his doctor mode again and if only that flank-loving darling side of him had gone somewhere the fuck off so I could teach my husband in bed.
I should show Damon how to do it right in bed, so that I can always do something, too, lead. Adam understands. He let me play, but not Salvatore; he was too blunt, and our little game turned into a wrestling match when Damon really didn't understand what was going on.
I didn't even shower as I was feeling a bit drugged up still, and now I didn't need a lecture on low temperatures. I was wearing a nightie and had been washed at some point because I didn't smell of sex at all anymore. But we'll see if I can change that.
I took my time and felt my mind, felt my vampire side. It was kind of asleep, but as I took my time exploring it, I got more and more sensations. I looked in the mirror as half my hair turned white. I didn't have poison nails now or a lace dress, but my eyes were ruby red now, my fangs showing. I concentrated and got my eyes normal and my fangs small, but left my hair alone.
I just put on my robe as I went to the kitchen to find something to help my mouth. And Adam. I had already decided that Adam and I could have a lot of fun, and I could now enjoy and show how naughty I could eat a femoral artery. The thought of Adam quivering in my grasp, under my sway, was quite delicious.
How Adam would just be helpless, and I would show what I could do. I didn't always need to be under someone with my legs spread wide open in a dick in my cunt, under complete control. No, now was not the time.
I was a little bitch on the one hand, but then again, I didn't want that kind of control now. My vampire side was giving me ideas and lots of them. I came down the stairs when I was in our upstairs bedroom. Damon was in the kitchen making dinner or finishing it. He had obviously finished whatever he was making.
He was putting the dishes in place, turned around, and looked at me with a cool smirk on his face. "'Morning baby, did you sleep well? Are you hungry?"
I looked at him steadily, seeing the flash in his eyes as he noticed my hair.
I replied sweetly with a venomous tone, "I have to eat when someone takes my sustenance. Anyway, I'm looking for something to help my sore mouth. I feel like my face is on fire and swollen, but rage helps me function."
Damon looked at me for a moment, grinning again, and said, "How about it, darling, my cock?"
I was silent. Really? Usually, this darling side is not so eager to fuck.
I replied in a cool, arctic voice, "No thanks. I'm looking for something to soothe the pain in my throat and mouth. Not to excite you, anyway. Where's Adam? Can I have a little bit of a romp with Adam?"
I let my eyes turn red as I looked at Damon. I could feel my vampire side well enough. Plus, my emotions affected me too.
Damon looked at me, amused. " Look, darling, Adam is not your toy right now. But you are mine. I can see you've got your vampire side out a bit again and I'll put it away. I didn't give permission for that. We'll go into the bedroom soon, indeed, to see which one of us is actually on top." Damon said confidently.
"You smug, self-righteous bastard. I'm not asking permission. He thinks too highly of himself," I thought sourly. I was not too loving mood for him and his attitude seemed to egg me on.
Damon made me sit down. First gave me a small cup of something very thick and ice-cold. Told me to suck it with a straw.
He said, " Darling, it's a thin straw, but you can imagine it's my dick in your mouth."
I would just reply in my own mind as I endured drinking this vanilla ice cream-flavoured milkshake, or whatever it was. It helped quite a bit in my mouth, and Damon then brought me a tray of smoothies or pureed food, wagyu, and anything else that would be decent for me.
He said, " Look darling, you have to eat. We are going to have a pretty hectic time so it's good to refuel, besides this is going to fill your stomach up in pretty amazing amounts."
They weren't bad tasting. I drank every big mug he put in front of me. They weren't bad at all.
Damon sat down next to me, stroked my back, and said, "Oh darling, you're in good shape," then he sank his teeth into my neck and finished me off.
I had just finished eating when I became a meal.
I woke up having been carried into the bedroom, stripped naked, and then attacked by a hurricane. What's going on? I let it burn, at least until this guy started playing a really dirty game and gave me the flank. I went limp. I was under him, and he fucked me like a madman, keeping my hands under control.
But Magnum had coached me quite a bit, and I was very adept at disentangling myself from under him, so I stepped up my attempts to reel him under me and control. But damn, the flanks were reserved somewhere, and I couldn't see where.
I let my rage come out a little more, and he responded. He started eating my rage, and then I put it away when I didn't want to feed him. He just grinned as he completely dominated me and literally fucked my strength to the point of exhaustion. Eventually, Damon had used up all my strength and I lay under him, completely defeated.
Then the bastard hit me with one more flank and put me to sleep. Only realised when I blacked out completely that he didn't even stay in bed, didn't want me lying on top of him, but then the darkness took me over completely.
When I woke up, it was quiet. Damon wasn't in the same bed, and when I looked at the bedside table, I already knew what I'd find. His phone and his wallet, somehow I knew he'd left as soon as he'd finished his task, and somehow, I don't know; it took the taste out of the whole thing when it was just a job for him to get my vampire side down and exhaust me.
I hadn't heard his phone beep once, so I came to the conclusion that he just didn't want to be with me. I knew what it was, that feeding frenzy. Forcing her to give everything to me was not agreeable to the Lord, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I could have started to grieve and sigh and be mopey and depressed when my husband didn't really want to be with me, but when it wasn't me. Now, I used the skills I had learned in the fleas and moved on—no need for me to whine then as I move on from here.
But now my time has begun. Now, I would first become a trauma surgeon and then get my dog show judge papers and do that job. Now, I couldn't concentrate on fleas or gigs. Now it was time to do what felt good. Rare for me, I was selfish for once and did something I wanted to do.
I didn't research gigs first and see how many people needed me, but now I have time for myself and my own needs. I remembered again how Jarod reminded me to be Mimi. Now, Mimi would do what Mimi wanted, and alone, the entire house was empty.
I was alone in Chicago once again. I'm not supposed to have anyone to do these wonderful things with me. Not at all. It's only when I have a crisis or something bad happens to me that I get a pack to go with me or take care of myself. But not when I could have fun with them, have a good time. Not when I always had to do it alone.
As I ate breakfast, I laughed at the thought of Damon promising to teach me how to cuddle. I don't think he even bothered to teach me. I don't think that will ever be my thing. I'm such a special character. He might just whine about it sometimes, make my conscience prick, but not me.
I wasn't even a terribly touchy-feely person as a human being, and even though I sometimes crave intimacy, I don't know how to take the initiative. Or if I do make an initiative, it's for seduction, not for cuddling.
I pondered it all as I ate breakfast. Damon had cooked a little of this and that. I had another greasy steak for breakfast.
Well, I was in good shape, even though Damon took my feeding fluid, but it had already done its job and bumped me up to 60 kilos. I sighed and leaned back when I had finished eating.
I didn't know how damn skinny I had been when I had vomited up that whole vervain amount and then the heat. I had never been so uninhibited and lustful in that heat, both of them got to be wolves, though, and it was exotic when Adam was in wolf form, and I put him on his back, impaled myself, and we got stuck, and then Damon penetrated my ass. I had never been so incredibly full, and it was just that we all came quickly, but I couldn't get Damon under me in wolf form a single time.
When I finished eating, I got down to business. I was just wondering if fate, or the universe, would let me finish these all at once. I didn't know. I picked up my laptop and started looking for where I could sign up.
Yeah, Chicago is part of this program, and after breakfast, this girl is going to university. I informed Adam and Samuel what I was going to do, and Adam was actually very happy because he wanted me to do something else when I was just a flea all the time. Adam said I should enjoy life, so here we were, ready to enjoy life.
I thought I'd buy something brand new that I'd never bought before. An island near Australia, and it would be my sanctuary, my pleasure, if Damon started chasing or fucking around again. This girl was already learning to make plans and prepare for everything.
Adam was on Bran's case. So much for the rage against Bran, I thought. Samuel was in some werewolf trouble where his father needed his help, and I had no doubt that Charles had already forgiven his father. I hadn't. What Bran did was unforgivable. He abused me for the whole eight weeks. I was in the wall without him being there.
But Bran always had a way of talking things out so that everyone only saw his point of view, and often, he would make up more guilty ones. There was no apology, or if there was one, it was short, in passing, and then he assumed everything would always be fine. It wasn't going to happen now.
I looked at my phone, where there were a few messages. Oh my little car mechanic, the flea had made a safe deposit box system for cars. I would visit him later. If it was a good system, I could empty a few safe deposit boxes again and maybe some bank vaults.
Damon actually didn't even know about my bank vaults or even my safe deposit boxes. He had done a few jobs for Reddington and always took cash. I didn't. I was starting to get some pretty pleasant options in my life for what I could do, and since I'm immortal, I have time.
It's good to learn new skills. I put on some clean clothes. I cut my hair shorter and blonde with bright pink streaks. I wanted a change, and since Damon was so clearly fed up with me or needed a break from me, I could be who I wanted to be and look like who I wanted to look like.
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