Chương 106: 26. La Bamba
Wulfe and Magnum stepped out of the sleek black car, their eyes immediately drawn to the vast expanse of the farm before them. The parking lot housed a collection of vehicles - a gleaming golden and fire-red SUV, most likely Mimi's, along with a few older cars. Neatly parked nearby was their nondescript black SUV, belonging to Adam. As Wulfe took in the scene, he realized he had never visited a farm before, and never had the need. Mimosa, always by his side, continued to chatter excitedly about what they would encounter.
Magnum's sharp eyes caught sight of Mimi, looking slim and feminine in her light blue satin skirt and white tee shirt that clung to her body. Her heels made her hips sway as she confidently strolled towards the big hall, pushing a trolley filled with supplies. It was surprising to see her with several babies, considering she was no longer pregnant. Inside the hall, they were greeted by an abundance of boxes filled with vacuum-packed meats - a true meat and bird farm.
Damon, ever the planner, helped Mariella out of the car, followed by the rest of the Salvatores.
He turned to Mariella, a glint of excitement in his eyes, and said, "Darling, there's so much to see in this whole new place. Two and five will stay with you, but four, come with me. Let's go and have a chat with this young lady and get to know our babies."
Damon carefully concealed his plans, using his telepathy to ensure no one suspected a thing. The feeling of power it gave him was unmatched, making everything fall into place perfectly.
As Damon and Mariella made their way inside, I continued to browse and scan the products. The farmer, a handsome man resembling a young Robert Redford, apologized as more clients arrived. It was no surprise, considering the farm had been heavily advertised on social media. But I was focused on my own shopping, not even aware of the others around me. Dressed casually in a skirt and tee shirt, I paid no mind to my appearance.
As a mother with babies, I was more concerned with what I needed. The farmer seemed taken aback by the sight of my six children, amazed that I managed to care for them on my own. I assured him I was more than capable, of finding joy in taking my babies out and experiencing life outside the confines of our home.
Suddenly, I had no time to react as powerful arms grabbed me and pulled me against a hard, hot man's body. His voice, filled with danger, sent shivers down my spine, though an outsider would find it seductive.
He said to me, "Hello, baby. We've seen through your hints. I can tell you're no longer pregnant, right?"
I responded, "Yep, my alternate version took care of those embryos. It was during the spell. I became a strong alpha female who needed no one."
Damon whispered, his voice intense, "Now, listen carefully. You won't say or show anyone, not even Wulfe, that something is amiss. I hear your thoughts all the time. Look here."
He showed me a small syringe, lifting it slightly so I could catch a whiff of the poison and holy water within.
"If you have any doubts, I will inject this into Magnum. No more hybrid, and I'm not sure he'll survive. Furthermore, I have a little spell that will unleash Wulfe's rage, ensuring he's gone. I won't have to do much. Understand? We're just talking. Now, be a good girl. When number four arrives, you'll give him the babies so he can take them in the pack's car. Am I clear?"
I nodded, realizing the dangerous mood I was in. I had to be very careful here. I wasn't sure what he had planned for me.
As number four arrived, I handed him the stroller, and he began pushing it towards the car. We walked casually, not drawing attention.
He took the scanner, glanced through my list, and asked, "You have something else to tell me, don't you?"
I nodded and replied, "Cole, Angelus, and Spike. I know where they are. They're like my pets, although I didn't intend it that way. After you killed me, they left me in the forest. When I woke up, they were just awakening too, and my vampire side was hungry. I fed on them, and somehow, they became addicted to my bite. They now do exactly what I want, and I get a good meal out of them. Cole cooks, Spike takes care of the babies, and when we're out, Angelus kills any threat nearby."
Damon hissed at me, his anger palpable. "That stops now. I'll find them a new home, and they won't be your pets anymore. You can be sure of that."
I stood in silence as we walked amidst this huge, chilled hall of whole carcasses. We surveyed the carcasses, searching for the safe ones, the wagyu that I could consume without harm.
Wulfe, walking by my side, shared Damon's anger. "You can bet your life that I will free them from your control," he snarled, his eyes filled with fury. "And as for you, don't think humans won't exploit you. There's no need to flaunt your assets to them."
I was taken aback by his jealousy, but remained composed. "They are also confined in cages," I calmly replied, "but when I'm near, I can feel their presence, know who they are. And little by little, they become more mine, bite by bite."
Wulfe scoffed, "We'll see about that. It's not our pack's custom to keep enemies as pets."
Damon, always one step ahead, flashed a knowing smile, relishing the fact that the entire pack was doing his bidding.
I focused on the task at hand, examining the carcasses. Three, six, and seven seemed to be the main buyers. I observed one of them inspecting the scanner I had given them, eager to see what I had acquired. Without a scanner of my own, I simply observed, refraining from making any selections. Damon stayed close, almost glued to my side.
He whispered in my ear, a hint of venom in his voice, "Have you noticed how jealous Magnum and Wulfe are? It's a part of belonging to the pack. Learn to thrive on it, baby."
I nodded, acknowledging their jealousy. "Yes, I've noticed. It's my fault that the spell affected our enemies and caused chaos within the pack. I should have been more diligent in disposing of them. But I've grown complacent and lazy, neglecting to deal with those threats."
Damon snorted, retorting, "They targeted the entire pack, not just you. Don't play the martyr and shoulder all the blame."
I tried to remain patient and understanding, not wanting to sound condescending. "Damon, those three have been living with me for weeks. We communicate, and they answer my questions. Just like you, I can tell if they're lying. The spell was undoubtedly targeted at me. I was the primary target, not the pack. Why do you think the wolves were reduced to breeders? Or why Mariella could have a relationship with you? They weren't the targets. They told me the parameters of the spell, and it was directed at me. Each of them wanted to fuck me, use me, see me as the victim. You were just collaterals, meant to make babies, but there was no personal grudge for you. Angelus was supposed to be a doctor. He had nasty experiments reserved for me, he told me them."
As we walked, the silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of our footsteps. He was thinking about what I said, not rebuke it straight away.
His words pierced through the quiet. "You are part of the pack. Your enemies are our enemies, too. Remember, it."
His voice sounded hollow, as if he had rehearsed those words a thousand times before. And I knew he had. I didn't respond, letting his statement hang in the air between us. He did not mean it, not for sure. My enemies would be his if they attacked the pack or someone else but me, but just for me, they were my problems.
Soon, he left my side to walk with Mariella. I caught glimpses of Wulfe walking with Mimosa, Magnum keeping a watchful eye on Shadow and Adam, and Charles and the boys engaged in conversation with the farmer. The Salvatores were browsing and strolling. I didn't pay much attention to their activities. This was pack life now, and everything had changed. Yet, in some strange way, nothing had changed. Life was unpredictable, and it wasn't easy to anticipate what would come next.
I pushed aside thoughts of Project Omega and Harrison. It wasn't the time for that, not now. I didn't want any telepath to sense my concerns. Perhaps, in time, I would return to work and address those matters. But for now, I wasn't sure what lay ahead.
As I glanced over, I noticed that the child seats had been removed from my car. A few vehicles from the magic house were driving onto the farm to take my babies away. It was fine, though. I could be a mother, but I didn't feel that burning need to be one. I had played the role of a mother many times recently, so maybe a little break was in order.
I made my way towards the hides and skins, lost in my thoughts, when Charles approached me.
"Hello, honey. Long time no see. I'm sorry I haven't reached out sooner," he said.
I responded, my voice hollow, "The spell messed things up, and before that, I was caught up with work. So, no worries. We have time."
But deep down, I couldn't shake the vision that Wulfe had shown me. The pendant hung from my neck, a constant reminder. Those ashes... we might not have as much time as we thought. So, without hesitation, I turned to Charles, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him with a passion I didn't even know I possessed. He returned the kiss with equal fervor, pulling me closer as if he never wanted to let me go. At that moment, words were unnecessary. All that mattered was the connection between us.
However, the sneer of the Salvatore cut through the intimacy, reminding me of their presence. "Well, well, passion is in the air, I see. You're still as selective as always," Damon remarked, his words dripping with contempt.
Charles gently unraveled himself from my embrace and made his way over to Damon. As they kissed, I couldn't help but feel surprised, though I knew that men in our pack had a strong bond. I decided to take a step back, giving them some space to indulge in their passion.
Mariella, sensing my confusion, approached me and spoke softly, "That was an intense moment. I can understand you a little better now. I can feel your anger, your struggle with your inner beast, and how challenging it must be for you."
I replied, "It's just one aspect of who I am, not the entirety. I haven't fully regained control over myself yet. I can comprehend Damon's jealousy and possessiveness, as I have experienced them, too. However, understanding doesn't mean I fully accept it. I have learned to control myself from the very beginning. Every feeling, every sensation, I have disciplined myself to keep under strict control, including jealousy. It's just another sensation, and I'm uncertain about what I truly feel for Damon. Is his weakness due to his inability to control it? The spell didn't provide me with a complete understanding of the source of his jealousy."
Mariella grunted in response, saying, "Just when I thought I was starting to understand you, you surprised me. But your point is valid. He is weak in terms of impulse control, influenced by his past, his nature, and various other factors."
I explained further, "I had to learn to control myself because I didn't have the luxury of choice. Damon, on the other hand, has been a powerful vampire lord for most of his life. He doesn't need to hold back or control himself. I am simply who I am, shaped by Adam and Damon's guidance to be perfect. As for my rage, did you know that I once fought against Damon? It happened early on, and I actually managed to defeat him. However, they subdued me and when I regained consciousness, I was heavily drugged. I had to learn how to function while under the influence of drugs, even how to shoot. It wasn't easy. Damon put me through that ordeal multiple times, drugging me and forcing me to function."
The weight of my words hung in the air as we both contemplated the complexities of our situations.
Mariella gazed at me, her eyes filled with worry. "I hope Damon never does that to me," she said. "I'm not sure if I could handle it."
I reassured her, "While it's not a pleasant experience, it does teach you a valuable lesson. It gives you the certainty and tools to protect yourself if someone were to drug you. You won't be just a victim."
She looked at me intently and mentioned, "I had a collection of your memories, including what happened to Rob, but Damon took them away. All I knew was that it was something pretty damn shitty."
I nodded, my hand instinctively touching the marks on my neck. Mariella noticed and commented, "They're quite beautiful. Even Damon is envious. It's almost like a divine connection."
As we walked a little further away from the others, I opened up to her. "They actually help me, even though I can't physically see them. They either provide assistance or it's all on my mind. But when I woke up in La Paz, I tried to recall the entire Krycheck incident. I could feel him pressing down on me, his hairy chest against mine...and suddenly, memories of Jake came flooding back. I remembered just how much hairier he was, and the sensations of being with Rob, his cockhair. It felt like those memories were brought to life, though I'm not entirely sure if it was them or just my mind."
Mariella fell silent, lost in her thoughts. I noticed Damon approaching us, but my attention remained on the hides and skins I had acquired. I knew these materials would be useful for my new construction projects.
Damon walked up to us and said, "Fine, baby, you and I. We go on a little drive, just two of us, and we have a lot to discuss while others go back to your New York house to take care of those pests, Wulfe will get them free from your vampire Queens thrall and then Magic house will take care of rest, maybe they will be our breeders after all they have still balls full of our sperm. Who knows but come on baby, let's go."
I had no choice but to walk up to my car, and I handed him my bag, and those remotes too, unless I wanted Magnum to die that is, so I was a good girl, and let's see what this drive was all about.
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