Chương 153: 33. Sugar Baby love
I was still recovering for 24 hours or fewer and I was not in a good mood for the wedding, but I kept my thoughts hidden. No need for anyone to get a whiff of my problems.
Salvatore did not come again and Mariella just told me to come upstairs to a certain room when the wedding day morning came, at six o'clock because preparations would take time.
Then the wedding day arrived, and we had to get ready well in advance, as we would have a church wedding and then a reception here at the castle. There would be press and celebrities and whatnot and guests would sleep over a few nights, as usual. When I went upstairs, Mariella was already there. The room smelled like sex. Mariella stank of it but I was not in the mood and some pheromone in the room told me that sex was not for me even.
She said, "Come on, honey will get you washed first, then your hair and make-up, and then you can put on your dress. We'll teleport to the church so you don't have to squeeze into anything with a dress on."
Mariella was thrilled, and she didn't seem to be the sore point. I, on the other hand, was. She was in good shape, her ribs covered and she oozed vitality and health, my eyes were tired, there were dark circles around them, my ribs were showing and prominently, my waist was nonexistent as I was now, I had gone in scales in the morning before I got here, 37 kilos so not in my best shape. Mariella seemed to be happy with my state and it went with my theory. This would be all about Mariella.
Damon came out of the bathroom and said, " Come on. In the shower over there."
Fine, I went and undressed and wasn't thinking at all when Damon came into the shower with me. He scrubbed me clean right, got my pheromone gland bleeding and sore, and then cunningly healed it with his own blood. I felt him overcome the obstacle I had put in it and oh that he was a smug bastard when he then took and bit into it properly. As my healing had not been up to par, it had not had time to heal and I guess this had been one of his plans.
My pheromone gland would care for no one but the one whose blood was the cure. Then, when I was clean, I still had to wash with the same washing-up liquid as Mariella, for what smells like number one. He wanted to let everyone know who I belonged to, fine by me, but at least I did not stink of sex.
All the Damons smelled of passion fruit, but each had its own distinct scent. I suppose there are different varieties. Number two had an even sharper scent whereas number three had a sweeter scent and number four smelled most what I remember my Damon smelling: mellower.
That way he put my long red curly hair in a different way to Mariella who had most of it wrapped up in a sort of bun but my hair was pretty much loose, a few little braids were running through it to keep my hair in control. As my hair was up to my ass, no need to dress to show from the back so much.
Then it was the turn of the dresses. Both wore rich, bright white wedding dresses. I was used to my dress always having color and white, well it is traditional, but it just wasn't me somehow. Of course, they were very princess-like but there was a lot done for Mariella's dress whereas my dress, well, it could have been coming from a second-hand shop. Not much frilly in there.
Mariela praised both dresses from Earth to Heaven. She had chosen them and she had not been sure which one would be hers, so they both had been her size. Well, too bad that she was in so much better shape than me, and as she was taller than me, these dresses were not perfect for me. But I had had my strong suspicions about this earlier and I had my ivory white bag with me. It had been given by Reddington. It was again a wish bag, meaning I could get there whatever I needed. Mariella had told me to get my own bag as there had not been two bags, but just one.
Dresses well white and princess-like. They were a lace-up design, and Damon helped Mariella's dress over this one first. Mariella's dress was sleeveless and gorgeous. It had pearls and diamonds, and Damon gave Mariella some jewelry he had once given me. I didn't mind. He gave most of the jewelry to her. He put my veil to her, a red veil, and Mariella was so pleased with it. I kept my expression neutral even though I was a little smug. I had my bag with me and quite a few pieces of antique jewelry there for myself, from Charles.
Charles was as old as Damon, pretty much. He also had family jewels; he had bought some of them, and when you are that old you collect things. There were a few pieces from Adam, too. Gorgeous pendant with sapphire so large that I had never seen, one ring with emeralds and rubies.
Then Damon helped me on with my dress and got it so tight when it went on and even then it was a little loose, but I had the sleeves on, so it stayed on. It was too long, but I had high heels so I got moved around in some way. I could not help but notice Mariella's little smug smile as she looked at me, as her dress was perfect and mine hung on me. It was too long, so it was not like it should be, fine by me. If she gets her kicks off trying to humiliate me, go ahead.
Damon said to me, " Someone's been fasting then. Well, it will do."
He was a goddamn wizard. It was not too hard to modify my dress with a simple spell, but this was on this. I could see it and I was not upset. I had my ways to know certain things and this would be a lesson for these two. I had a few outstanding teachers to help me with this one.
He went to help Mariella with jewelry. I walked calmly to sit, opened my bag, and started to work. First up took a few little pins, shortened my hem, dug my bag, fished this exquisite jewelry, and started to put them on. Damon looked at me. Now he was ashamed clearly, but it was too late. Mariella was ashamed too as she realized I was mature one this one and not fazed by her little game.
I said to Mariella, out loud," I kind of guessed this, these are jewelry given by Charles and Adam to me. If you want both of us to be brides. I will make sure, that I am up to par with my role. Your little plot to humiliate me doesn't really work. I would have been happy just married in the registry office and let you be the bride, but this.. not me. What comes to my dress, well, Damon must be not as skilled at using spells to modify clothes as Charles or Adam. Both of them have modified my clothes for years now. Your little excuse not to know which dress to choose doesn't really work on me as I have quite many friends in fashion too, so I know my way around these things."
Mariella was silent, as was Damon, too. I kept my expression quite haughty and waited for us to teleport. My makeup was lame, what it had been, but it made me look less tired. It just showed how plain-looking I am, whereas Mariella's classic beauty was highlighted to the highest degree.
Then we were ready to move on to the finer wedding venue in France, the Sainte Chapelle, which had gorgeous glass windows and the whole place was really amazing when Mariella showed it to me on her phone.
Then we went downstairs and were ready to go. The others had already gone ahead and we would be the last to go. I had been through this same thing so many times before; I wasn't even the least bit nervous. Charles came to me, not even asking when he made a spell, fixed my dress, sank his fangs into my neck, and changed my makeup pretty damn gorgeous. He looked at Mariella with open hostility as well as Damon. Now he had no hots for him. These two don't get how protective Adam and Charles are still of me. He put a veil in my hair, and it was white, but it had real diamonds in it.
We teleported into the church, and it was really gorgeous and awesome. Adam would walk Mariella and Charles would me down the aisle and Salvatore would be ready in there too. It was packed full of people and press. Charles was still upset, but I tried to calm him down a bit with my pheromones, not too much, but just to show him that nothing to worry about here.
We went down the aisle, Mariella and Adam first and then me with Charles. I had no idea what this song was. It was not the same that we had in our wedding and my guess this was with Mariella's preferences. Mariella went to stand next to number one. He took her hands and looked at her with love in his eyes. And I went near number two and other salvatores. Now, as number two grabbed my hand in a certain way, pulling me closer to him, certain suspicion started to form in my mind as I realized I had not taken this account that there were strong telepaths around the castle and he might have gotten my smug idea about flank free weddings.
Oh, I was amused. Mariella was now the key person who had to swear to number one this and that and they said their wedding vows out loud and then the others were just asked a question, me and Mariella as well, and we got to kiss very quickly and chastely. This was the number one giving dream wedding for Mariella. You could see it so clearly, as it was and as it might be. But I did have to recite a few wows for each of the salvatores. A few key phrases and number two looked at me in the very flank wedding way. Adam, Charles, and I, we renewed our wow, and they were just asked questions for Mariella, not much kissing.
We teleported into the castle and number one and Mariella started to stroll, not even a flank grab. Fine, I too enjoyed a one-off wedding with no flank grips and no sedation of any kind. Number two had gone to talk to others, and I saw my opportunity to walk and greet and meet. I thought it was ridiculous to be in a full wedding dress and wandering around by myself. But fine, let's go with the flow and show we don't care. We socialize and talk to people.
I was walking on the lawn, just lazily, when the scent of apples came next to me. Charles took me under his arm and squeezed me against him. Now he was happy.
I said to Charles, " The other Damons and my part in this, and your part, seems to have been just a formality, and number one had now made a dream wedding for himself and Mariella. "
Charles nodded and then kissed me. He was very tight and possessive mood and I knew this one could go to war so I kissed him back. Letting him feel he has me, the whole of me. We then walked together for a while until Charles went off to socialize with the men.
I saw Jarod and Miss Parker and went to talk to them.
Jarod looked at me and said, "Well, how it now feels, to be an actual bride, not drugged up to your eyes and owned by Salvatore?"
I smiled and said, "Well I am not in full my shape as Damon gave me a lesson a little earlier, and Mariella, being unsure, tried to sabotage my part, meaning this dress was much simpler and not so fancy as it now, it was also wrong size and as Damon gave her all the jewelry, well Charles has gotten me over the years quite many pieces."
Miss Parker shook her head and said, "Do you miss work?"
I said, "Nope, not at all. Few nasty missions. I got caught and got again a few lessons and lost my spark. It is better for fleas, or whatever they might be, to have new leaders. I am immortal, so maybe sometimes I might get back or make new resistance or whatever. The world is my oyster."
Then Miss Parker said, "Excuse me, there is someone I like to talk to, but please, you can talk with Jarod."
I nodded, and we started to stroll around with Jarod; me telling him my notes about people around here, and he telling me if was I right or not. He taught me a few new things and, of course, there were a lot of old and still active fleas, so we stopped to talk to everyone about everything.
Mariella looked around. She was ashamed of how petty she had been for Mimi and then seeing Charles make her dress pretty, and make Mimi look amazing too taught her a lesson. Damon was kind. He looked like he was in love and he talked calmly to everyone. There was no danger coming from him.
Mariella saw a flash of white, Mimi had gone to walk and she was walking with quite a tall man. They were talking animatedly and Mimi was smiling, rolling her eyes.
Mariella said, "Who is that with Mimi?"
Damon turned around. He had been talking with number two as Mariella wanted all the salvatores around her.
Damon seemed now irritated as he said clipped voice, "Jarod, her best friend who she spends hours on the phone to talk to, is a pretender like Mimi."
Mariella knew Damon saw, had always seen Jarod as a big threat and she could understand it. But she wanted to meet this guy.
She said, "Come on, let's go meet him. I want to talk to him."
We were just walking with Jarod and he was almost laughing out loud as I had found three women who were secretly attracted to each other and every one of them was very conservative and not accepting their feelings. They were witches from Magic House and I guess there had come in a lot of witches over the years, but this trio, well, acceptance is key.
Suddenly Jarod said to me, "Incoming, Should I evacuate!"
His tone was pretty exaggerated, and I turned my head, seeing the entourage of Mariella coming our way.
I said, "Nope. Mariella might talk you to sleep, but she is harmless and as you see, Damon is stuck with her."
Mariella came near us and did not ask to be introduced but offered her hand, gloved hand, and shook Jarod's hand, I was not paying attention and suddenly, someone took me against him, a strong arm grabbed me and a satanic needle sank in my lungs and I was walked away from Jarod. Sharper scent told me that this was number two, and he was not happy with me, not at all.
He said to me, "Darlin. Better behave and you know my feelings about Jarod, so now behave, or else Miss Parker will be a widow."
I was a very good girl drugged up to my eyes as this version's flanks were not something that I was so used to. I had no idea how long he walked with me, jabbing those satanic flanks in my lungs and in my liver. My mind was drugged as ever.
Then I saw Mariella and number one walking up to us, and Mariella said to number two, "Fine, let poor Mimi walk herself. She must have learned her lesson by now. I need you too, my Damon."
Not that I was glad that she actually tried to lure this one off of me, but did she have any idea about what mood this one was? But Number Two jabbed one more flank, straight in my liver, pushed me so Number One took me, and massaged my liver same time Number Two kissed Mariella quite wildly.
Number one murmured to my ear, "darlin, oh just think, the wedding has two more days and you, you know how to be naughty so someone needs to rein you in."
I did not answer. He sat next to me, and really dug his finger under my ribs. My stomach was so damn sore still, and finally, he stood up and walked away. I sat there, waiting for the last vestiges of the drugs to dissipate before I went to walk.
I was thinking about having a glass of drink when Taylor, the younger version, came next to me and said, "You look astonishing, it is damn shame you left, the place is not the same without you, but you deserve this."
I laughed darkly and said, "I was just talking to Jarod, when one of my husbands came at me, drugged me, walked with me hours keeping me drugged, it is nothing new, my weddings with Salvatore have always been like this, I am trying to have fun when I am not drugged."
He smirked. He was still young, and I had made sure that I would deliver my blood to those who wanted to consume it even though I was not in fleas anymore. He looked around and moved away. I guess he was scared of salvatores.
It was time to cut the cake. Of course, I was not even invited to that when it was just Damon and Mariella being photographed, when cutting the cake and damon feeding her first piece of it. We had eaten. Again they had their own table, Mariella in the middle and men around her, but Adam and Charles, well, they knew how to make their stance.
We had our own table, and they had made it with magic, and they had also made for me my cake. And we would cut our cake. Mariella's expression was again, pretty ashamed, Damon too, and these two just don't get it. There is press here. It is up to them how they want our pack to look in the public eye.
But Number two being a pretty snappy one, he had come just as we were about to cut the cake and cut it with me, as this was our official wedding and I had just renewed my wows with boys. This specimen was someone not to underestimate and Mariella, number one, was as surprised as I was. But as he fed me a piece of my cake. I was a perfect bride as I ate it.
Number two said out loud, "You are my bride. We are just married today and you have been my wife for just a few hours and I am very happy. You know I renewed my wows with Mariella, but you, my baby girl, you are truly mine."
Let's just say that we have an audience and a lot of it. It seemed that Charles and Adam weren't the only ones here giving lessons and it is just simply to put, actions and consequences, If those two would have wanted a wedding for a century, why don't have one, without me being here with my defenders and it was quite a group already. Mariella also realized that she had married all the salvatores earlier, so she was sitting with guys whom she had renewed wows with, but her actual new husbands, Adam, Charles, and her new wife, Me, were sitting at our own table. Talk about giving a message.
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