Chương 123: 3. Hero.
The house was, as I remembered, big and beautiful. And I knew that this was where I had been happy. This had been the early days of the fleas, the very beginning. I gave the keys to Damon, who opened the door, and we went inside. I was feeling very nostalgic, but I kept my expression hidden. It was no time for my feelings.
I had envisioned us painting this house, first arguing about the right shade, having mind-blowing sex, and then together deciding on that one shade, then we would have hired painters and painted maybe something together as well. Oh. What a sappy romantic I was back then, so idealistic and so in love. It was past, and I had thought hide where I reminisced my little daydreams, no need to give Salvatore any more reason to run away.
As I stepped in, the familiar scent of this house, our home, greeted me. Our rugs were still the same and I remember when we bought them. It was one rare occasion for us to shop together, nesting if you think. But back then, I just did not understand cherishing it, and now, too much had happened, too many wounds in my soul, and too many losses had made me so different creature than what I had been back then.
According to number two, this had been the last place that he remembered, so he was that Damon back then, or that core of Damon back then, and despite our spark, he had eyes only for Mariella and I did not want to burn myself again. It had been painful enough to lose one Damon, and it seemed that there were many more to come. I knew I would lose each of them to Mariella, so I was not even interested in trying to get one for me. I had Adam and Charles and I had my past, my shit, and this pack life. Well. I was good at lying so I could pretend this and that and keep my actual opinions to myself.
We walked around and I knew where the library was; I headed for it, and the entire herd followed me. We came to the door of the library and I opened it. I knew I had spent no time here. I had intended to do so one day, but then this house had been forgotten and I didn't know yet why, how, or by whom.
I remembered when I had been here last time. I had brought one book here, but goddamn it when I just did not remember what that book had been. And who had given it to me? And why? I was getting a little more irritated by all these questions running through my mind.
And somehow I realized the most important question was who, and I knew there was no answer to that. Mariella was hunting for a book. It was nothing new as our pack had ability to lure very rare, intelligent books to us. In these books had been put someone's mind, or almost their soul, and they had given in themselves into that book to teach future generations. So they had minds of their own.
There were magic books that only came up for a few. We had to go to parties over the years looking for these books during Mariella's time, and they were rare in that they required the seeker to do things. I had my hands full at these parties as Damien and Sark liked to come in there, too. Somehow Damien knew about my radar and he and Sark would show in, and they tried to lure me into the trap, many times.
Usually, it had been Damon and Mariella who had then had to eventually perform the kama sutra in as many positions as the book required before it had come up. We were lust pack, and these two got to fuck while I was usually dressed by Salvatore, and with his vision, he has no color eye; it was a grueling experience.
To go into a huge vampire party, wearing, say, a black, skin-tight silk dress. Bright green pumps, electric blue nails, and blood-red hair. And if he happened to be in an extra snappy mood, well, let's say that my ensemble would be topped off with the bright yellow thick belt. So I tried not to be too embarrassed by my dress code and focus on what was required of me. The only good thing here was that he dressed Mariella very similar fashion, causing us to roll our eyes. I had always had my own task at these parties.
I am a finder, but I look for the Dark Things, while Mimosa is also a finder and she looks for the good ones. Rescuable or otherwise, I always had to go upstairs at these parties and start looking. There, I could find anything from an implant case to a terrible spell book. I have had this ability for quite some time and let's just say that it gives me its own set of troubles, the instinct of you say, so I have this obsession with objects on my radar, Sark and Damien being them, which means I might shoot after them. I have had an obsession with Sark for a few decades, thanks to my radar.
And at the party, there was always Damien and sometimes a Sark or some other bad guy. Now there hadn't been a party for a while and I was happy about that. I also learned that it is the reason I shoot for Sark or Damien, because I'm a finder and those show up on my radar. But I had learned to put my radar on the small one sometimes, and Damon wanted to share my radar with the entire pack again.
For me alone, it was dangerous, as I might actually go chasing Sark if I had nothing better to do. But my life is pretty busy, I won't get so bored easily. But I knew this wasn't the kind of book I'd find on my radar.
Mariella cursed as she lay on her stomach on the floor, trying to coax the book to come out. The Damons moved along the rows of shelves, as did Adam and Charles. They were looking for books, trying to pinpoint what my dream meant.
They had admitted to being wizards and then read spell books they didn't understand. Mariella had grown tired of it and had tried to teach them she would say what you could and couldn't read. But then, Damon, being a wizard, did not like to do potions. Mariella was all about making potions and she had gotten Adam and Charles to do potions as well, but not Damon. Or if he did, he was lazy enough, so it did not always go by the plan.
No, Damon used spells and incantations and he read those books. He could learn quite many spells and fast, but Mariella relied on her potions. They had their own thing. I was not part of it and I was glad. For me, magic was just one more power, and I had my powers, thank you very much, that did not need anymore, as my powers grew all the time. Despite Damon taking my willpower, it was now much stronger and there was a hell of a lot of it again.
And now the men were studying the books again. I went to sit in a chair and enjoy. This was a damn wonderful chair to read in and I could read anything in here. I had quite a collection of books here, everything from anatomy to magic, so there was a lot that I could enjoy.
Mariella stood up, a small, furry, pale yellow book in her hands. She was a little irritated by this book, so her voice was clipped.
She said, "I'm going to take this to the magic house and I'll be right back."
Mimosa had already opened the magic house and Mariella stayed 10 minutes before coming back. I was sitting in this chair, enjoying myself and not thinking much of anything, just a suitable pleasure moment in my existence, and I was enjoying it.
Charles took one of the books and opened it. Mariella had just returned, she was now smiling, and she was a little smug as she had captured that book. Charles noticed her return as he glanced at her.
He furrowed his brow and said to Mariella, "Mariella, I know your spell book communicates, but so does this book, and this one says it's Damon. This is supposed to be the book of magic history, but it tells me it is Damon. "
Mariella turned around and said, " So what? Let's see if it just wants Damon."
Charles spoke, his voice a little irritated as he noticed Mariella did not listen to him properly, " No, this one says it's Damon. Come and see."
At that point, I realized that if from the jewel had come one damon out and there was one in the book, then there must be one in the pen and, well, there would be four Damons instead of one. Mariella would have her hands full.
Mariela went to look at the book and smiled at it, chatted with it. I wasn't paying as much attention as I did to a book that had come next to me. Alpha female book. The book was interactive, and I could write in it with the power of my thoughts, after first giving it some of my alpha power so that it became my book.
It had all sorts of stuff in it, but what interested me was cleaning my alpha power. I was told it got clogged easily, and the book said my alpha power was as dirty as it could be. But cleaning would help. And the alpha female could do it herself, no male needed. It can be done together or another can do it, but as said, it's good to be independent.
It seemed quite an interesting ritual to perform, and I was eager to do it, as my alpha power was all clogged up with the shit in my life, and when it would get clean, oh boy, I would be powerful. The book also gave me a few tips to shield my power, the core, so, if the male tried to take it, he would not get the core, its true power.
Damon came to Mariella when she called. His expression was a little puzzled.
Mariella said, " Here's another version of you. Invite it out. "
Damon took the book in his hand and felt himself there. He frowned slightly, as this was a weird thing to feel himself living in that book.
He said, "Just come out of there."
With a puff of smoke and a third Damon appeared, he looked at Mariella hotly. This one had white hair in the middle of her forehead, not on either side. It reminded me of a skunk, but I kept my thoughts private with my powers, immersing myself in this alpha female book and all that it was teaching me. Text just appeared and then it went away after I had read it. There was a part of the book like the normal book, but this one talked to me.
Damon 3 said, "Hello darling, you don't know how many Kamasutra there have been in here. I'll show you a pleasant ride, though. I've pretty much got all the knowledge from these books to myself over the years, so I know quite a few tricks."
Damon 3 kissed Mariella and pushed three fingers into her cunt. And started fucking her hard with his fingers, kissing her greedily all the while.
I looked up, and now there were three. This third Salvatore was already on Mariella. Fine. That girl's got her work cut out for her in the bedroom. I got up and started walking out of the library. This was now clear. I was not interested in witnessing that action, just because of my vortex, well that was too tame for it.
But I had noticed myself gripping one letter knife on the table while looking at Adam. He had no idea about my restless thoughts, my need to unload this vortex inside of me as he had been eagerly looking at all those Kamasutra. One good thrust...And I could get him in the proper mood to unload me. Adam was just what I needed. But too many witnesses and this was something that Salvatores would not be part of, ever.
I had found what I needed here, but then there was the pen at some point. Just as soon as you learn that there are three salvatores. There's really no problem with having them on Mariella. I knew we had a shared bedroom here too, where I went.
It would be a little bittersweet moment for me, but then again, I was feeling quite antsy, so I was not overly emotional anymore. it was like this alpha female book would have opened something more inside of me and again; I was flooded with power that I could not understand fully.
My steps were soft as I made my way to our bedroom. I was not sure if I would take everything out of here too, as Mariella had three now, so she would need room to fuck, but there were big rooms downstairs too. Of course, if Damon insisted, then I would not have a choice, but I was not sure yet.
I went to sit on the bed and remembered all the intense times we'd spent here. This one still smelled the same. I decided to leave this room alone for now, just to lie down and look at the ceiling, which Damon had once decorated with fine tiles. I remember him standing on the ladder; me handing him those tiles that we had selected and then that mirror had been his little surprise for me.
And a mirror. I remembered how fucking arousing it was to see him thrust into me and spread my pussy wide open. He'd done it in such a way that I'd seen it in the mirror. I had seen his enormous cock plunging over and over into my wet pussy, spreading me over and his voice had been thick with lust, commanding me to look up in that mirror and witness him ravaging me, it had been a really intense time and I could feel the slight aroma of strawberry and champagne floating in the air as my pussy remembered it too.
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