Capítulo 77: 37. The Name Of The Game.
Damon couldn't find the words to describe the overwhelming sensation as he followed Jarod into the base. This time, he felt a sense of belonging, having earned his place here. The irritation he had previously felt when entering with Mariella or earlier was now absent, replaced by a strong sense of purpose. Damon approached a tall, dark-haired man who seemed familiar, but his name escaped him.
Jarod introduced them. "Damon, meet Tim, Jake's son. He will be your handler, providing you with keys, and a work phone, and teaching you the protocols and layout of the place."
Damon shook Tim's hand, introducing himself, "Damon Salvatore. Nice to meet you. Your dad was a remarkable man. I had the pleasure of meeting him several times, and he meant a lot to Mimi."
Tim nodded, saying, "Yeah, I've heard stories. I was only six when he passed, so my memories of him were faint. My mom remarried, and Walt became my dad. But let's get to it. Mimi left a few missions for you, but Mariella wants you on her missions first. She's about to execute them soon."
Damon was taken aback. Time had flown by during his cruise, leaving him feeling exposed as Jarod and his wife had dissected him mentally. But he had come out the other side.
Approaching Mariella, he said, "Darling, hello. I just arrived. Do you need any help?"
Mariella nodded and began explaining the mission. She remained perfectly professional, seemingly unfazed by Damon's attempts at seduction. It was surprising, but Damon soon found himself immersed in the conversation. He asked many questions about the missions and what Mariella and Taylor had planned, carefully going over every detail. Mariella pointed out specific protocols and mentioned the involvement of the NSA, emphasizing the importance of minimizing casualties, as there would be innocent people present. Damon shared inside information that could aid them in the mission as well.
A few days later, number two also joined the mission. Mariella was thrilled to have two Salvatores on her first mission. She was no longer just someone to protect; she was a princess and a skilled planner. Interestingly, numbers one and two were referred to as boys, while Adam and Charles were known by their names, and Demon and Lepard were called kitty.
The wolves were accepted too, simply as wolves. Shadow showed a strong interest in hacking and computers, but Mimosa needed to work on her physical fitness before going on missions. Number four was the doc, and it seemed like everyone was getting nicknames, which made them feel like they belonged. Some people called the Salvatores by their numbers or names, but Magnum knew that more nicknames would come with time. Number nine was called the sloppy guy, and ten was the lazy guy. When they were together, they were just guys. They all received their work phones and keys.
Mariella showed Damon a list of ongoing missions and the ones that were missing personnel. Damon agreed to help, which meant putting the Salvatores to work and having his vampires assist as well. Mimi went on missions regularly, and nobody bothered to keep tabs on her. The flea leader could take care of herself, and if anyone disturbed her during a mission, she would make it known that she was not pleased.
Damon was too preoccupied thinking about Mimi as they were about to embark on the mission. It felt strange yet exhilarating for him to go on missions independently, following a plan and being ready to execute. Damon realized that there was still so much for him to learn, and he was eager to absorb every bit of knowledge. He wanted to be an integral part of this team and, of course, he had ambitious dreams of becoming a co-leader with Mimi one day.
It was about time to get in better shape after these missions. He could feel the burn in his muscles as he pushed himself during his training sessions. The sweat dripped down his brow, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the air. It was a good outlet for his pent-up rage, a way to release the tension that built up inside him. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Magnum unloading him someday, their training sessions becoming a form of release for both of them.
As he trained, he couldn't help but wonder if Mimi could find the same release in the gym or if they would end up satisfying each other's desires. They might sanctify a few of these gyms. The thought made him chuckle. He let his mind wander to a future encounter, where he would enter her office. Seeing her being a tough leader chick, she would have thought that she held all the power, and he would take her against her table. And roughly too. It would be perfect, a culmination of their intense connection.
The missions took a toll on him, lasting a week each. He felt disgusted by the experiments that had been conducted, and knowing that the NSA had been involved now with the rescue and it had been an official hit was a slight comfort. He had willingly given his contacts to be checked and was surprised to find that many of them were corrupted.
The missions became a way to bring down those who had been involved in these nefarious activities. It was a feeling of victory, a triumph for his soul. Mariella had been by his side throughout it all, growing into a strong and seductive partner. They celebrated their success by spending their time off in bed, their passion fueled by the thrill of victory. It took a week of rough, intense fucking in bed, where both of them showed each other just how intense their connection was.
Returning to the base after their week of bliss, they were eager to continue their work. The base was as busy as ever, with more Salvatores being accepted and directed to other bases for further missions. Protocols were established for meals, with specific ingredients and portion sizes. They even ordered a freezer to ensure they always had frozen meals ready to be thawed. Mimi's food was carefully prepared according to the recipes provided. Despite her ongoing missions, Magnum and Wulfe were not worried. There was plenty of work to keep them occupied.
Damon had no time to dwell on anything as time demanded his attention. Five more missions had been presented to him, each requiring careful planning and study. Mariella had joined Magnum, Wulfe, and Taylor on her missions. They were the only pack members remaining at the base, with the other wolves having been transferred elsewhere to carry out their missions.
Number four had ventured into a mission in the southern part of Canada, where many bases sprawled across the landscape. The air was crisp and carried the scent of pine, mingling with the distant sound of wildlife. Within this particular base, the twins found solace, as there were no liberation gigs to disrupt their tranquility, at least according to Mimi.
Damon cherished any moment he could spare to be with his precious babies. Their laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls, and their soft, chubby hands brought warmth to his heart. He had no regrets about transforming Mariella into a housewife; it was simply the right time, and she had flourished in her role. It had been necessary for her growth to see that she was not a housewife. It had given her the spark for this. Perhaps it was all meant to be.
However, neither of them desired a sedentary family life. Those fleeting moments together were not enough. Not anymore was merely fucking for weeks. The fire within them yearned for the thrill of their work, and Damon was certain he stood on the right side of things.
Someday, he hoped to embark on missions alongside Mimi, his admiration for her growing with each passing day. The tales of her daring feats during emergency operations fascinated him. Cannulas in neck veins, extracting bullets with bare fingers—her bravery knew no bounds. Number four had even written a manual on mission first aid, but many speculated if the higher-ups, the flealeader or fleaboss, would undertake such actions. Damon knew they would have to teach the young lady about sterility in the field, finding a swift and efficient method to stabilize injuries, preventing the need for her to delve into anyone's insides.
Meanwhile, number two had embarked on a journey with Magnum, ensuring they had all the necessary safety gear. Spells were cast, and potions were brewed by Mariella, providing an additional layer of protection when the gear was dipped in the concoction. She also shared with Magnum several crystals containing Mimi's rage, explaining how Mimi could transfer her energy simply by passing them, potentially resulting in unforeseen consequences. Magnum diligently unloaded a few salvatores at a time, carefully harnessing their rage.
It had been a few weeks since Mimi had departed on her missions, already surpassing five weeks away. Yet, no one expressed worry, as if it was just another routine absence. Damon continued to plan and execute missions, emulating Mariella's efficiency. It seemed that soon their roles might interchange.
The twins, eager to explore the world, were in the midst of mastering standing and walking. Their tiny footsteps echoed in the halls, accompanied by the voices of Damon and the other Salvatores who surrounded them. However, Wulfe, Magnum, and even Murdoch, still proudly referred to themselves as "daddy." Damon overheard their discussions about Moldova's castle, envisioning the possibilities and the arrangement of their rooms.
Mimi was conspicuously absent from the group, and Damon was determined to rectify that mistake as soon as possible. If he happened to be present when the three of them referred to themselves as "daddy," he would assert his role as their father in a sharp and unwavering tone.
The room fell silent, but if there was even a sliver of free time, Magnum, Wulfe, or Murdock would take them for additional training. Damon was exhausted. He had just returned from the gym, where he had unloaded the burdens on his mind, providing much-needed clarity. He had been opening some knots in his mind that he had no idea that there had been in the first place.
As he made his way to the kitchen, he noticed Mariella was already there, looking equally fatigued. She had been working with Wulfe, utilizing her magic and spells, not potions, but energies. Damon sat down beside her, ensuring she ate enough.
Mariella expressed her concern, saying, "I wonder what Mimi is up to, how many missions she's undertaking. It's been weeks."
Damon grunted in response. "If she deems it necessary, teleporting to Europe isn't difficult for her. She'll be back, don't worry. You look tired. Once again, I was defeated by that damn Magnum, but strangely, it helps. It unravels the knots in my mind."
Mariella smiled and replied, "Wulfe is relentless, bombarding me with curses, spells, and everything imaginable. I'm still not fast enough to dodge or strike back, but I'm making progress. I'm getting better."
They found solace in each other's company. However, as they returned to the main area, the sound of a crying child pierced the air. Both Damon and Mimi's children were in tears. Damon felt his irritation rise as Magnum emerged from a room, holding Jill, trying to soothe her and claiming to be her father.
The little girl's red face and anguished cry tugged at Damon's heartstrings. He approached his daughter, eager to comfort her and understand what had upset her so. Wulfe appeared next, carrying Jack, who was wailing just as loudly as his sister.
Damon went to check on his children, cradling Jill in his arms, attempting to ease her distress with his magic, but she continued to cry, clutching onto his clothes with her tiny hands. He then took Jack in his arms, allowing them both to feel his magic more intensely. Slowly, they began to calm down, their focus shifting towards Damon's magic. It was as if they were merging their powers with his, creating something entirely new.
Damon could sense the immense strength of their magic, which, in turn, started to transform and enhance his own. Soon, the babies' eyes glowed with a violet hue, and Damon felt a profound sense of tranquility wash over him. Their magic seemed to burst forth from within them, filling the room with an indescribable energy. Eventually, what it did do, he had no idea.
He was gasping, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he fought to control his newfound, overwhelming magic. The room was filled with crackling energy, pulsating and vibrant. It took some time for him to gather the magic and send it towards the Salvatores, his mind connecting with theirs through a hive mind. With a burst of magic, he felt the pressure ease slightly, a sense of relief washing over him.
The babies, once restless and agitated, were now calm. He could sense their sadness through his telepathy, but they had done what they could. It had something to do with Mimi, something that had upset them deeply. They had saved or helped her in some way, and Mariella had witnessed the entire event. It was as if she knew that now was the right time for the babies to go to the magic house, where they could fulfill their purpose.
As Damon approached her, Mariella spoke, her voice filled with certainty. "Now the babies can go to the magic house. They have done what they were meant to do. Dresden told me of a prophecy. In short, if you allow me to fulfill my destiny, my purpose, the twins will gain enough power to help Mimi. I don't know the details, but it involves Jake and Rob."
Damon remained silent, his love for the twins clear in his eyes. The magic house was undoubtedly the right place for them. They possessed a power he had never felt before, and whoever took on the challenge of raising them would surely have their hands full.
Finally, he relented, entrusting Mariella with the task. "Fine, you handle it. These little powerhouses will provide a wonderful challenge for whoever takes them in."
Taking the sleeping babies back to their room, Damon gazed at them, overwhelmed by a love so pure it took him by surprise. He, an old creature who had committed so much evil, now felt something so tender and strong.
But Mimi was in trouble, and he was powerless to help her. There was no concrete information on her whereabouts, only a nagging feeling in his soul. All he could do now was wait and see, hoping for some form of contact or a sign that would lead him to her.
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