บท 82: 2. Streets of Philadelphia.
The pack leader had to exert immense effort to help the foursome unload their burdens. The ferocious rage of Lepard's and the insatiable lust of Demon's were challenging enough, but the thick black goo that oozed out during moments of internal conflict or haunting memories from Charles and Adam made the task even more arduous. Adam, stirred up by Mariella, had made it slightly easier for the goo to flow out, but Cornick proved to be the most difficult. Damon sighed, feeling the weight of the unraveling of the men. He was in the Azores on holiday and this holiday was dearly needed.
Unraveling Charles, in particular, would require more time and effort. Nevertheless, the worst was over now, and Cornick felt a deep sense of shame about the whole interrogation. Damon tried to reassure him that there was nothing wrong with revealing all aspects of himself.
He reminded Cornick that there was darkness within Mimi too, and in time, she would understand. The interrogation had made it clear that if such a need arose again, Charles would have to disclose more about his methods and gain Damon's approval before harming a pack member. Because there had been distinct marks on Mimi left by Charles, so Damon needed next time to be aware and give his consent.
Mariella had also put in considerable effort with Cornick, who believed that Mimi would never love or want him again due to his evil nature. He saw himself as truly evil, with no redeeming qualities left. His own darkness had extinguished their love. Tired of the complaints, Damon led Cornick and Mariella to the basement, where he showed how he trained his wife.
He was not gentle and there had been a little bit of jealousy in Mariella's attitude that Damon very decisively corrected until there was no jealousy left in Mariella. He used quite brutal methods, physical pain, his will in her mind, and some attitude adjustment, meaning more or less programming her.
After that, Charles calmed down a bit and didn't quite believe he was the worst monster in the universe all the time—it was Damon. He had not been able to shield his protégé from Damon, and Mariella had accepted her fate in his hands. When Damon told him how he taught Mimi properly, Charles was amazed, and when Damon told him why, Charles was even more amazed. He was surprised that he had not unloaded her but brutalized her for three weeks just because she thought of her own mistakes in her mind. But it was the curse of the telepath.
Cornick had calmed down a bit, and they had left for China with six men and two women after Damon had ordered Bran and Samuel to come along, too. Those two needed their lusts to be used too, as they were pack members, even though they weren't living in a pack.
They had been in the Azores for three months, and it had taken a month to unload, making four months. And Damon didn't allow himself to think of Mimi. It would then be an acceptable reality when they returned from vacation, and Damon knew it would be felt and hard. They needed some time to be on vacation, yet as Mariela had no more felines inside her so she was in demand and everyone needed to get their share of her. Damon was reflecting on this and that while he was cooking or just sitting on the beach.
I peacefully dozed off in the gentle sway of the hammock, the warm sun kissing my skin as I savored the tranquility. Exploring the island in my various feline forms, my curious eyes took in the vibrant colors of the foliage and the shimmering blue of the surrounding ocean. The scent of the salty sea breeze tickled my nose as I roamed freely, my agile paws treading lightly on the sandy ground.
Without a single cat living within me, I marveled at my ability to transform into different feline and canine creatures. But before assuming their forms, I had to visualize them with precision in my mind. It was an exhilarating experience to become a graceful house cat, playfully hunting small creatures, basking in the sun's warmth, and gracefully scaling trees.
Not limiting myself to domestic animals, I also experimented with dog breeds. It was a delight to embody the elegance of a little black poodle or the majestic presence of a Great Dane. And then, as a tiger, I felt the rush of power as I swam, ran, and rolled around with untamed freedom.
Sometimes, I would venture into the depths of the ocean as a human, immersing myself in a cave adorned with mystical power stones. Their energy would invigorate me, and I couldn't resist playfully manipulating them for my own amusement. But eventually, I would retreat to the comfort of my villa or mansion. Within its luxurious walls, I would seek a suitable room, adorned with a magnificent collection of indulgences. Meaning aids for physical pleasure.
In those moments, desire and pleasure would surface, almost unabated. I would surrender to the hedonistic ride, reveling in the comforts that surrounded me. Pleasure and opulence were my ultimate pursuits, and I savored every moment.
Every Monday, I would temporarily leave the island and embark on shopping excursions in bustling cities like Paris or New York. It was my way of staying connected, ensuring that I wouldn't miss any instructions to return. During these trips, I would be accompanied by my trusted protectors, my loyal companions.
Among them, Wulfe and Dexter were the most patient shopping partners, allowing me to peruse the stores at leisure. Magnum and Murdock, on the other hand, were more eager to move on. Dexter, in particular, had an eye for shoes, often finding the most unconventional pairs. I valued his honest opinion, as he would promptly voice his thoughts when I deliberated over a purchase. His impeccable taste never failed to impress me.
After six long months had passed, the velvety voice of Salvatore filled the air on a sunny Monday morning. I vividly recall being in bustling Los Angeles, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of fresh fish at the market, as I was shopping for my new aquarium.
"Mimi, in just a week, make your way to the grand Boston mansion," he said, his words resonating in my mind.
A sense of excitement and anticipation washed over me as I responded, "OK, I hope you had a marvelous holiday; mine was truly exceptional."
Damon, ever the enigmatic one, only grunted in response. With just one more week before our reunion, I relished the freedom to enjoy myself and do as I pleased. My life had found its rhythm again, and the time had come for the pack to meet the new version of me.
I knew that Magnum and Murdock hadn't always embraced the changes in me, as I became more assertive and forthright with my opinions. However, deep down, they appreciated my newfound willingness to speak my mind. It was a learning process, a curve that we all navigated together. I hoped that I could maintain this newfound confidence and not allow the pack to push me back into hiding.
Throughout this transformative period, I deliberately refrained from indulging in movies, preserving those experiences for later. Sleep came easily to me, negating the need to catch up on the rest. I, too, could grow and evolve, shedding the dependence on others for security—a significant victory in my personal journey. Perhaps I found solace in the presence of my pack mates, and I believed that we would be just fine.
Yet, I remained prepared, ensuring that I wouldn't rely on anyone else—at least for a while, if ever. My independence had become my greatest pleasure in life, and it was time for the pack to witness it firsthand. If they prioritized others before me, I would take it upon myself to heal and rebuild. This was the outcome—a fully independent version of me, unyielding in their choices and priorities. I was merely taking care of myself, a responsibility that no one else seemed to shoulder.
It had become the natural order of things, a reality that had persisted for quite some time. It was one of the many lessons the pack needed to learn—and accept. As the week drew to a close, it was time to return to the familiar confines of the house. I felt an undeniable readiness, a sense of determination that coursed through my veins.
Now, the pack would witness my new attitude firsthand. No longer would I retreat into my shell or remain unresponsive. I would let it all out, expressing my true thoughts and feelings without hesitation. If something displeased me, I would voice it boldly. And if I found joy in something, I would shower it with praise.
But I doubt it would be right away. I had a few things to say to a few members of the pack. Some of the teaching and questioning sessions had quite a bit to say. But the members of the pack would learn. They would see that I was no longer the ice queen. I'm no longer the one you can do everything to that doesn't react at all. I am no longer the former Mimi. I'm the new Mimi now.
I wore a leather dress and bright red knee-high leather boots, and my hair was long red curls. Now, I thought I'd show the leader of the pack that I wasn't completely crazy yet. And I still know how to behave. But when he wants all women to have red hair. So let's have red hair.
There's no problem with that, at least not for me. And that I'd like to see the looks on the faces of a pack of other women when they look through me. See that I have the right hair. I'm wearing a dress, not jeans, and a shirt. I'm not in my shell. And we'll have an interesting pack life. Yes, it's really interesting. And then we'll see where you're actually in the pack Where I think Damon is, or me and Charles.
What will our relationship be with either of them now? And when I'm going to unravel. Who am I going to unravel with, and how am I going to unravel? But it's always such a personal thing, such a fragile thing to unravel. Now, both of them have shown me a side that is not part of the unpacking. And I don't want such a side to my unloading.
So what comes to my unloading it will have just to wait. Time will tell me if there is anyone strong enough for me to take as my partner, maybe number two could be one option with Adam, but then again, number one is jealous, and the same goes for Mariella, so they might block that. But I can hold on yet. Not in a hurry as it needs to work, it needs to happen in the right way and only then it will help.
I came out of the portal room and walked down the stairs to the downstairs. The entire pack was already there. I nodded to Damon, Mariela, and the others. Quite many of the salvatores looked at me smirking and there was also Samuel and Bran and they looked quite astonished. Charles did not look at me for long and Adam smiled lightly, as did the boys, too.
Women's expressions were sour, like they had expected something else entirely and not this. And this was something that spoiled something for them. They all had dresses and red hair and they were perfect women. They had expected my appearance to be different. Surprise, I ain't that easy anymore.
Damon looked at me and said, "Let's go eat."
We went into the dining room. I went to take my seat because so many Salvatores were already there, and the food was everywhere. I didn't bother fighting. I just waited for it to be ready. Someone came by to sniff me and make my coffee. They brought a lot of Cokes and smoothies on the table. And then they'd lift me and pat me down.
Someone or several of them tasted my blood and indulged quite a bit of it, so I was soon dizzy and needed to sit down, as this horde of vampires had drained me efficiently. Mariella had been looking at this and she offered her neck to number one. He had not tasted my blood. So he drained her almost empty.
They estimated my weight and recommended the number of smoothies I should drink. After the smoothies, it was a meat turn, which meant greasy wagyu steak. They put a ridiculous amount of that on me, too, but everyone ate a lot of food. At the table, we chatted a bit about this and that.
I was talking with number two about orchids and he wanted to know if there were any that had no name, so he could invent names for them. There had been quite many orchids named in the past after Pack and damons and even after me too. It had been one of Pack's favorite things to do, to find new species of plant and then give a name to it.
The men were talking about the match again, and... The wolves were talking to each other about something. Shadow, being an herb and plant wolf originally, was also interested in new species and she liked to talk to them. I promised to sometimes bring specimens to her for growing and nurturing
Mariella was eating Damon's ear, hanging on to it. And number two hung on to Mariella again. And I thought, well, they hadn't fucked enough on holiday. Or at least they seem to be horny now. After I had eaten, they all ate too.
I put my dish away, and Damon said, " Well, baby, let's go to medbay for a health check. It's time. You look good, but we've got to take blood tests and get you through and scanned and everything."
I just thought fine, yeah, that's fine. I nodded and walked in the correct direction already. I could get scanned and examined, but the flank organ was still full of nothing but bump centrifugal fluid. It wouldn't work. And I wouldn't say that to that. Too funny. We then went to the med bay.
First, he wrote up a five-page referral for blood tests, and Mariella went off to look for tubes. I was sitting on a patient's bed. This was just one of our medbays, linked one so there were familiar items here too and smell, well, it was medbay, so it smelled more or less like a hospital.
Then Damon pointed to the divider where I could change into a gown.
He said. "There. Take off your clothes, get naked, and there's the gown. Put it on, and then when you come in, let's do an inspection first, which means I'll pat you down. Then it's scan time. And baby. Then put up with it; don't get tricky, or I'll have the means to subdue you."
I looked at Damon and said, " Fine, I'll be ready for you to grope me through. I can be in the scanner too, cannula as well. I can take it as I had a fantastic holiday. I got to sleep and relax."
He looked at me for a long time, clearly wondering how I'd got myself or my head into a rational mode. Well, my problems hadn't gone away; I just had so much more ability and strength to manage them now. I had more oomph to keeping myself and my nervousness under control. I did as he directed and changed into a thin patient gown, open out the back but I did not let it disturb me.
Damon was totally clinical as he felt me through. He had no lust in his gaze, no playfulness and i knew that if I were to get naked in before him he would have any problem of being clinical still. Then he put me in a scanner, and after that, it took him a couple of hours to take a million blood tests, but I could take them all.
I lay in bed waiting for the results, wondering what movie to watch first. This was not a bad bed to lie on and I let my mind wander about a few new movies that I knew that come out and I could watch them too. I was in a lazy mood and decided just to watch movies and enjoy life.
After a couple of hours, Damon came to sit on a chair next to my bed and said, "I don't know what you've been doing on your holiday, but it seems to work; your blood tests are just about at the point where you don't need to take a IV supplements, and they'll probably get better when you eat properly here in the pack. You're 69 kilos, you don't have too many spleens. You're in superb shape, and you're good to go. I know we should probably talk a little bit about the teaching episode, but baby, I don't regret it per se. I understand it was a very poor decision, and I shouldn't have done it, but I don't regret it. And that's why you probably won't be unloading for a long time, and what Charles did, I can't blame you. But baby, I'm trying to show that I can change, and I'm going to change. "
Then he sighed and stood up.
I got out of bed, went over to Damon, and said, "Yes, it was a very poor decision for you to make that lesson, but it also started a change in me. I have changed, and all the time, I am adapting, changing. This is a new version of me and it will enormous a change for you, whole pack to adapt to me. I have now learned my lesson, and it is time for a pack to learn it too. Lesson is simple. I will never be a priority over anyone else, so I have taken care of myself and put myself in order, as I am solely the one who I can trust."
I could see regret flashing in his face, but this was a new version of me and now it was not time to be in a romantic novel.
" So I relish in my independence and my new attitude in life and maybe someday I shall need the company of others. But Damon, maybe it would be better if you assumed nothing about us yet, because I don't know if we exist right now. I am not in the mood for have relationship with anyone just yet. I'm not doing this out of spite. I'm learning to be without a shell myself, without being an ice queen. For someone to assume something about me, puts pressure on me and this is hard enough for me to remember to react. I must first find myself within this pack before I can delve into any feelings between us. Enjoy, be with Mariela. I'm not saying never, but I can't promise us yet right now."
Damon held my hand and said, " By the way, that's the feeling. I didn't realize how hard it hit you at the time.i am sorry about that and it took a long time for us to get somewhere and here we are again. But baby, I'm waiting and not putting any pressure on you right now. Explore yourself and learn new things; it's exhilarating and liberating, even scary. Be independent and learn to need for someone else. But do what you have to do. I'm always here and be willing to take those memories from those seven years again if you'd just let me."
I said to him, "So you see, you see me as a power battery. Those memories are a source of power to you and it is the main thing why you want them. As you have now had ample to time unload those three days from your mind, you want new boost. But for me to share my memories. I need it to be little more than a mere source of power, and I don't want to witness you to end up in bed with Mariella if I give what happened after those three days. It is just how these go and life has taught me this much about you and dealing with my trauma. So go be with Mariella, do what you want with her, and forget about my trauma and my memories. Maybe someday when you are truly ready, when you don't need your crutch anymore."
I knew I had been blunt, but this was new to me, and Damon said nothing. I could see his surprise as he noticed me being astute enough to pick up his need for power and not his need to help me.
Then he set me free. I left the medbay and explored the house, which hadn't been there for a long time. This had been pack's house, and I found a room for myself, where I put big ass TV and a good bed. I decorated the room while I was there and then took a shower, as it took me a long time to get the room perfect. This would be my tv room and I needed it to perfect and comfortable veritable nest if you say so. I had to go out to eat now and then. It was fun to make myself ultimate nest from the start and the process gave me again something that I allowed myself to feel.
Then I got to enjoy myself and watch some movies. It was all fine, and now I'd just watch for a while what this pack was up to, and then, well, we'll see. But one thing was for sure. I wouldn't get horny and reproduce. Others could do it, and I couldn't. I was not in the right mood for that and it was my decision and it would stick. No cubs or puppies for me just yet.
And that was something Damon still couldn't help because I had so much power, and my alpha power was as strong as anything. Damon could take it and mess with his own, but I had used a combination of that and my will and my chaos to guarantee myself peace on the matter. It was one fact of life that this little lady, this little alpha female, surpassed her so-called alpha male with her powers and clearly. It was just who I was, and I refused to be weak, so I let my power to grow and evolve and I used it, shaped it and controlled it too.
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