Capítulo 108: 28. Objection.
I wondered what would happen when Salvatore informed me there would be a pack activity in a few days. Then, when I went to breakfast the next morning, the entire pack was there, excited about the next day. I was eating again what they gave me, but keeping my rage enough so no one would even try anything.
I was pissed off for one thing and that was my little exposition about my rage being vulnerable to electricity. I did not want to get tasered by pack member if they would get in their mind to try to put my rage down. I knew Damon knew it, as he had broken my compulsion on Mariella and she had told him about it. But maybe this activity would help us all. They would see that I was fine, no need to come after my shit and go on with our lives. We would have a survival course first and then a paintball war.
Fine, I can go outside and snipe the entire pack in a paintball war. I had done no paintball wars, so this would be the first for me, but me versus the pack was not a bad idea. It's no problem, no problem at all. But first, I thought I'd go to the gym for a bit, for a refresh, but Damon was looking at me in a way that he might try to ambush me there, so I decided to continue my beadwork.
I had used it to calm my mind and get my memories to sink back where they belonged to. It was a very Zen thing to do, and I loved it. I'd ordered a lot of beads in the past, and the pack had gotten into the business.
I had some orders with beads in individual bags and some cases with beads in their compartments. Well, the pack decided to put all the individual bags in their glass jars, and I got to empty the cases. When I put the jars on the shelves in color order, the shelves were magically randomized, and I couldn't put them in any order.
It had been a pack activity to come into my bead room and put those beads in jars. I had many long shelves full of those jars of beads and I had still orders coming. Some types of beads were confiscated from me as I could charge them up and those were put in a safe place, used in spells or holding energies or whatnot.
They had done the same with my yarns, or they were actually in baskets now, and quite a few of the pack were using knitting machines, doing whatever they wanted with them, and crochet machines, too. But I was knitting, by hand and knitting needles, not by machine at my leisure, sweaters for Adam, for Charles. I'd never seen Damon wear one, so I wasn't making one for him, but I'd seen these two several times with sweaters. But that was my secret project, and that's actually what I did in the bead room after I moved my armchair from the original Chicago house.
I had knitted sometimes socks for them and lots of baby clothes too, a few items for myself as well, oversized fluffy woolen shirts that were warm and cozy in colder climates. I had not shown those sweaters to anyone, as I did not want to share. I was being selfish, and that thought actually made me laugh out loud.
I was in my bead room knitting a sweater, and I didn't notice when the door opened. I had a sweater for Charles; it was deep forest green, with white ornaments and a little bit of dark blue in it. My knitting needles were quite soundless as they were made out of bamboo, not metal.
Mariella walked in, my bead room was spacious so she wandered around, looking at things and my finished works. She sometimes, quite often actually took my works to be loaded either with my rage, or some other power or then with potion too.
She teleported quite a few items out, approached me, and said, "Oh, you've made some changes here, have you? That's a nice chair you have there. I think it's from the Chicago house. What on earth are you knitting? Is that a sweater? But for whom?"
I was quiet and put the knitting away. I had my basket next to me and I had finished just my round. I kept my voice steady, not angry or bitter, or let any emotion come out.
I said, " Yes, it's a Chicago chair because it's so nice to sit in. I have kept these in pristine shape and Constantine has made them pretty much indestructible more or less, so they will stand time. And I do all sorts of things here quite often. I have here my own peace and this is not just for beadwork. My knitting, that's just a sweater for Charles or Adam. Probably for Charles as he likes green. Adam will have probably a more blue-colored sweater."
Mariella remained silent for a moment, lifting my knitting in the air, and then asked, " What about Damon? Will you make him one, too?"
I looked at her and said, " I've never seen him wear a sweater, but those two, they actually do quite often. We have chilly places like Christmas places and other places so those two have quite a collection of sweaters, I have bought them a few myself even though they are energy creatures, they are too lazy to use energy to maintain their body heat and they rely on clothing."
Mariela was silent and said, " Damon doesn't have a sweater to wear. He's a slave to his habits and doesn't know how to get one, but could you at least consider knitting one for him? He is as lazy as those two, thus he won't go out in cold weather so much. Unless he has a very warm jacket on him. We'll see if he doesn't wear it, he won't. "
I sighed. I knew Mariella knew better what kind of clothes Damon had and did not have. She was more to his wife than I ever was.
I thought for a moment and said, "Fine, I just need to think about what color. Am I being nice or not?" My voice was contemplative, and a little amused, as I envisioned my possible options for his sweater.
Mariella furrowed her brows and said, " What do you mean?" She looked at me sharply. She was ready to defend Damon.
I laughed and said, " Ask Charles, but I can knit a proper sweater. It's not too hard. And it does not take time too long either. I just like to tease Adam and Charles from time to time."
Mariella was still thinking. She was unsure what was in my mind, what sort of prank, and said, " What do you mean, tease?"
I stood up and said, " Come on, I'll show you."
I took Mariella to Charles and Adam's wardrobe and showed her all the pink clothes I had bought, the flower shirts for Adam, and all my follies. Mariella looked at them momentarily and burst out laughing as she tried to think about what the men would look like.
I said, " I don't know Damon's sense of humor about it, so I haven't even tried, but wouldn't this Christmas sweater look great on Charles? Too bad they don't really use them. Not these Hawaii shirts, not at all. You should see their expression. They are not getting rid of these just because then I would just get new ones."
Mariella giggled and said, " Yes, it would, and I don't know about Damon, but you've given me a good idea. I'll let you know how it goes."
I said to her," I probably make Damon's sweater mostly violet and black, a little bit of red, as those are vampire colors. I have yarns for that too."
Mariella pondered the idea about my vision, not saying anything, and I said, " What do you think of the pack leader's chosen activity day? Somehow, I feel that at least in the paintball war, everyone wants to be on my side, on my team."
Mariella looked at me and said, " Do you take reservations? Sure, I've shot, but trying to beat the best sniper in the world now is a bit scary. Even if it was playing war. I am ambitious enough to want to win, Salvatore."
I laughed and said, "If I'm alone, I can have fun when I take the entire pack as my victims. Adam is one hell of a sniper too, Charles as well, so don't count them out."
We had returned to my bead room, and I lazily knitted away. I told her about one time when I had gone to sniper gigs and Adam had surprised me, taken over the entire mission, and I had not gotten to shoot anyone. Also, when Damien tried to breed me and Mimosa, it was Adam who shot me with tranq darts.
We chatted for a while; I told her how I met Murdock originally, and Dexter as well, with a few memories here and there.
She said to me, "Damon does not know these memories. He is perplexed. I had to share these with him and he wants sometimes to listen to more of your war stories, as do I. Your stories are fun to listen to."
I said, looking at her, "Not all of them are, but once, again men had been drinking and fucking so I had had enough. I went to work. We had this group of women and we spied several big shots on evil medical institutes, and then Damon came in, well I did my part and we berated him. Talked out loud quite much and he could not take very long with it."
She listened to me and said, "It must have been hellish to see him fucking others. and it was him, not Damien."
I nodded and said, "Ancient history, no need to dwell on it. "
I stood up as I put my knitting away. Mariella went to sit in a chair, put her eyes closed, and focused. Then she laughed, and her eyebrows rose. I realized she was looking past what had been done in the chair. It was a very consecrated chair. I was not thinking about so much at those times. It was no use, like I said to her, ancient history.
Then Mariella asked me, "How did it feel when Bran bricked you up in the wall that time? "
Cold shivers went down my spine, and I didn't want to remember the feeling. I had told no one about it, how it felt, or what I had experienced, and I wasn't going to now.
My voice was quiet, scared almost, but I said, "It's not good, and I don't want to talk about it."
Mariella frowned and said, " Well, when Bran was telling me about his past sins and what he's done to you, it was often about Bran, believe me. He regrets it, but he realizes now that he did the tricks. And I've confirmed it from upstairs. I haven't told Damon yet because you know him. But Bran has always been afraid of you. That's why he did the things he did, and you should remember that."
I nodded and was silent, pushing the memory back into hiding: my feelings, the hunger, how the vervain hurt and burned, how I dried up, almost hibernated. I had to use quite a bit of my powers to get that memory back into hiding, so there was no chance either Mariella or Damon to get to it.
I breathed. "Damon saved me, really saved me. He controlled me, and oh, that horny time, it was wild. I had never been that wild in my time and you can ask Adam about that time, too. But I won't talk about it."
Mariella smiled and said, "I bet it was. Damon told his side of it and said you never talked about it. We should maybe check that memory, it is probably rotten or then there are terrible emotions in it. Damon could take them away."
I replied quietly, "I won't talk about it. No memory cleaning." My voice was resolute.
Mariella sat in the chair, thought for a moment, and then changed subject and said, "This was Damon's favorite chair, too, because it smelled like you. And he would probably want to sit here now and then."
I didn't comment. I was so desperate to hold on to the past, seemingly. The time when it was just me and Damon, but there were all the women, Damien, and the pharmaceutical companies. Somehow, that time was just so much simpler and easier than today. Nowadays, everything seems complicated, challenging, and laborious, even trusting and loving. Not then. I loved Damon effortlessly, without a doubt, without problems. It was one reason I had held on to so many things and objects of my past. To keep that feeling alive, that love.
Then Mariella got up from her chair and said, "You're very supple, but oh, you're inspiring. I just don't know if we have the same kind of chairs; let's see if I can do this. Or anything you did. You should invite Damon over here sometime and see if you can seduce him."
I looked at Mariella and said, " Maybe, but I've got my head to organize now, and I'm trying to keep my head and my memories together. I'll get you compelled enough at some point that Damon won't know anything. Damn, Lepard told him, but I will get it done someday, so no one knows."
Mariella laughed as she left the room. I sat back in my chair and let my mind wander.
I was reminiscing about all the old times. My life and my missions, my PR gigs. I was so different back then and was awakened from my thoughts when Damon came to the door and said, " Oh, you have our chair here. Mariella told me."
I looked at him, and it was like old times. He had this one expression, partly seduction, a little bit of dominance and mischief in his eyes. They sparkled more or less. He had spoken the words right as he did back then, softer, not so crispy as he usually spoke. This had been our game at one time, our play fight, and it had led to a flurry of activity at every turn. I remembered how many times we ended sweaty, naked in this very chair after those words had been spoken.
I said, "My chair, I sat here first."
It was my line, and I said to as I used to say, arrogantly, lazily, and seductively as well, smiling slightly.
Damon looked at me, tilted his head, entered the room, and closed the door. "You know, baby, and you do remember that chair seats two, right? I taught you that, didn't I?"
I looked at Damon and said, " Yeah, but just on top of each other. What if there's a strong wind?"
Damon laughed and said, his voice husky and dark, " You remember, baby, how I make sure you don't get anywhere, how I put my internal support rod on you."
He now came behind the chair, touched my hair, and I leaned back in the chair. I crossed my legs. I was not going anywhere.
He grabbed my wrists, held them tightly against the arms of the chair, and said, "Oh baby, I love to control you, to guide you. But I can wait. We have an activity day tomorrow, and then, baby, we can reminisce about how that chair fits two. I will show you it in practice, as your memory is so damn poor."
His voice, dark, seductive, dangerous, was right against my ear, his hot breath playing in my hair.
He released his grip and walked out of the room. I collected myself for a moment before going to eat. I sat on that chair, trying to get my pulse down, my arousal down, and my mind in a little more reasonable mode.
I went to eat, and after my meal, I headed to the hamster storage to put my orders in place. I needed time to be alone. I needed to get a grip. That man can still throw me off balance. I never even thought he would do those tricks anymore, our seduction games. Maybe I should do basic instincts again and see if he has as bad self-control as before.
But then I remembered he had Mariella and it would probably end up one more catastrophe or then, one possibility would be him going through my memories. No, I had to remember that he had ulterior motives to get me relaxed. I had to keep my guard up. Not let him throw me off and make me think that there was anything real between us.
I did some stock work until the morning and was ready for an activity day that could be fun. I had gotten piles of boxes a little less, but I also knew that it would not be long before the next shipment of my orders, approved by the magic house, would end up here to be sorted through.
I knew that Mariella and the pack were into mountain biking, and they had taken it up in the seven years they'd been doing it, but I hadn't even thought about the whole thing yet. I jogged and ran quite a lot but I also did a lot of fighting and gym work so I was not sure if biking would be my forte. I was maybe a little bit too furious for it. I went to breakfast, and the entire pack was there, excited and almost agitated about what a fun day this was going to be.
I was not sure what to get for my breakfast as I had gotten a little loose on my eating. I had indulged with treats and I had a few treats ready to be warmed up. Like my Wagyu beef and moose wraps, wraps were made of partially nut and partially insect flour, to upkeep my enzymes. Insect flour had been approved by number two, so it was good to go, but I had told nothing about it to number one, or much of what it had made of to number two.
Just let him taste it and ask if it is suitable for me. It had the fat from wagyu so that dough of wraps was perfectly safe for me to use. My meats, well finest fattest wagyu and my own hunted moose and few spices, and it was perfect. Also, I had pre-fried steaks, ready to warm up too.
I went to the fridge to get some food when determined hands grabbed my shoulders, and a silky sweet but razor-sharp voice said in my ear, " You need to, baby, again start studying that lesson I taught you a long time ago. Remember how I obey Damon, that lesson? Now I shall make sure that you will eat what you should. Not those wraps of yours. They are perfect for me, as always. Remember the lesson."
Yes, I remembered that morning; it seemed so incredibly long ago. I clearly remembered my feelings from that time, how insecure I was. I was timid, timid to trust, timid to believe, and then everything I was going through. No wonder I have problems with trusting and even loving.
Damon carried an enormous pile of food in front of me; it was another cleverly filled plate. He sat next to me because, in Fuengirola, they had changed the other dining tables, as my lovely rococo tables were probably not big enough. I then ate under close watch, my husband probing my stomach the whole time, feeling it was full. What could I do on an activity day if I was fed to the hilt? But I had no choice but to eat, so I ate.
He ate my wraps with gusto, and it irritated me, to the end. I had been originally been Damon's protector, not Mariella, so I had gotten his requirements, but as our relationship back then was more than strained, I felt nothing for him so I gave up my role as protector and made Mariella his protector, but somehow, by some goddamn power that knowledge of his needs stuck with me. And properly so, I was more or less always making perfect food for him.
Even though I was trying to do it for me, it was nutritionally perfect for Damon, more perfect than what Mariella made and she was just smug and happy to take everything that I had cooked and give it to Damon and other salvatores, but first always number one. With the food that I had made, there was no intestinal blockage, no enzyme problem. Somehow it was irritating. And he knew it and made sure that I remembered it.
I was kept strictly under control and it seemed that this specimen had stopped his quest to try to tiptoe around me and keep me in line. Fine by me. I had my rage right under the surface. And I had a lot of it. I was loaded up with powers as well. My vortex was active again, but it was not yet time to unload. On top of the food, Damon took me to the wardrobe, gave me some clothes, and told me to take a shower and put them on. I had had a shower earlier on, washed with wonderful apple-scented shower gel and I had pear blossom shampoo, but I now have pure passionfruit products to wash myself with. He was strict enough, so I did not argue.
He led me to one room that had not fucked on, ordered me to get in the shower and he would be right back to put my hair. I then went into the shower and washed myself.
I was wearing the robe and planning to put the clothes on, and just got my underwear, panties, and strap-sleeved shirt on when Damon came into the room, looked over my body, and spoke, his voice was husky, seductive and I tried not to blush.
He was right next to me, his words caressing me. " Oh, baby, I was too slow. Well, that's OK. Get dressed, and then come and sit here, and I'll do your hair."
We don't do our hair. I had an idea of what way to put my hair, but not this time. I was still in the mood to remember old stuff, and I remember the first time Damon brushed it.
He did my hair and said softly, " I remember that too, baby. You were such an incredibly special creature, like a unicorn, and I knew I had to have you, tame you, win you over. And look, I'm still trying to do the same thing. I know that memory is very nasty for you. There is no pressure and once you are a little more relaxed, let's see if I can fish it out without you having to tell too much about it. All I need to feel is where that cavern is and I can try a few things, but no hurry. I don't want that pain for you, not any kind of pain or distress. Wulfe is right in one thing, you are truly a unicorn. "
I laughed and said, " Do you want a sweater? I'm making one for Adam and Charles. They need those as they are lazy enough not to keep themselves warm with energy, and they like to wear clothes. I can make one for you if you want. I've just never seen you wearing one."
Damon was quiet and said, " Please make me a sweater. I've never had one from anyone. "
He momentarily looked at me in the mirror, a little more sharply, dominantly, and said, "Nothing in pink or baby colors, then. I've seen you slap Adam and Charles, and now you've inspired Mariella to do the same for me. Oh, baby, I noticed it from her ideas. She can be pretty inventive too."
I laughed, and he said, "Well, now your hair is done, we can leave soon. Maybe we can make this a pack thing, to have these kinds of field days here and there."
I did not reply, and soon I heard the door closing. He had left the room, and I finished dressing. I then went downstairs and was ready for a great day of activities. I just thought that, hopefully, this day would offer at least a minor challenge. You have to be careful what you wish for. You can get it by accident.
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