章節 144: 23. All My Loving.
Then I drove to New Jersey and met Bridgette there. She had her own little house there, quite remote, and luckily, my navigator could point me in the right direction. It was close to Grandma's cottage, there was a kitchen, and then a living room with a neat bed, a bookshelf full of books, rag rugs on the floors, lace curtains on the windows, and the house was very simple but cozy, and not expensive at all.
We had never really discussed money matters with her, and I did not know whether she was rich or poor, but somehow, the house gave the impression that it was almost a necessary evil and she had no connection with it.
There were a couple of armchairs, and we'd had coffee and a really lovely mocha cake when we moved to the armchairs to talk.
Bridgette questioned me carefully about my illness, then said, " You can't help yourself, and since Damon is the best to help you, I can't do any magic potions either. You just have to trust Damon."
I said, "Yes, but as he doesn't see me as his wife now, he sees me as a pathetic, feverish creature crawling on the floor and not obeying him at all. What is to become of our marriage at this rate?"
Bridgette said, " You two belong together. Damon is the man. He took care of you and now sees you in a different light, but he'll come around. A disease and ordeal like that isn't easy for anyone, and Damon might still be in a funk that you saved them. He is an old, powerful creature, and it is difficult for him to be weaker than a woman."
I looked at Bridgette and said, "Yes, I don't think of everything. Maybe that is the case. Well, I just have to remember that Damon is really ancient in some ways."
Bridgette said. "Love is the strongest force of all; you must remember to love Damon. And you will one day find out why. But don't give up. It's just sex they're having. Let me show you."
She stood up and went over to the bookshelf. She took out a very heavy book and handed it to me. It was a history of vampires. She showed me a passage from the book, a passage that said this is what vampires do.
Even if they were married, the husband could have sex with others, and the wife just had to put up with it, but it was quite rare when the wife had more than one lover. I read the paragraph, and I understood. Damon was really old, and this was normal for him. It must have bothered him to feel my disgust at his venting style, and yet he got no more outraged.
But then again, I could not feel little hesitant. He was powerful telepath and I still remember it, that feeling, that pleasure of killing in that damn facility. he must have sense it and knows what lurks inside me. I am not innocent little Mimi. Not at all. I did not mention this to Bridgette at all. I had not talked to that to even Mimosa or Jarod.
Bridgette let me read the book. I started reading, and there was a story about Damon. Lord Salvatore. He had become quite feared in vampire circles since the 1600s, and there were drawings of his torture chamber. His way of killing vampire women, seducing them, and then drinking them dry. There were descriptions of how he had a virgin sacrificed to him once a month so that Lord Salvatore wouldn't release the plague on the city.
I saw Damon in a different light, and I really understood that such a creature and how modern Damon is today must not be easy for him. I kept reading. There's also a story about Nick and Elias and their conquests, and I was quite surprised to find out that they also had sex in the family, including the men with each other.
But they were vampires and ancient like that, so I wasn't so surprised when I kept learning new things.
Then Bridgette took the book away and said, "It's a long, boring text, and you don't need to fill your head with any more vampire history."
She put the book back on the shelf and came and sat in an armchair.
Opening the laptop that was on the table next to her, she browsed through it for a while and said, "Think, Mimi, a house in Paris. I saw an advertisement on the internet. Isn't it a beautiful house?"
I was frankly overwhelmed and then thought nothing of it. I went to sit next to Bridgette, to watch the showing of the house. It was built in 1929 and cost several million, but I had money and lots of it. It had five floors, several balconies, almost ten bathrooms, probably over 20 large bedrooms, and large rooms on each floor, a kind of living room.
The house had been recently decorated and renovated. It looked really great, and I didn't even think about it. It looked so much like my house, and I knew that those big lobbies or living rooms could be chopped up into rooms if I wanted to. Fine. I went to a real estate company and bought a house in Paris.
We were going to go with Bridgette and me to fix it up. We'd have our work cut out for us, deciding what to leave and what not to leave. From what I saw in the pictures, not all the furniture was top of the range. Some of it was quite cheap looking, and from what I learned when I bought the house, it had been left to the family.
They had lived there for a while, but as it was not cheap to maintain and had been sparingly furnished, they had then bought everything and kept it as the family home. Almost as a holiday home but then a few members of the family had died in a plane crash and the place was too expensive for the rest of them to maintain, besides the good eight million I paid for it would give them a pretty nice inheritance and secure their lives.
It would take a couple of days to confirm the deal, and then I was at Bridgette's, ordering everything. She gave her own tips, and we compared shops where we could get stuff.
But then, when I wanted some furniture and cabinets, carpets out of there, Bridgette promised to do it so that the really poor would get them for free. She said she had contacts, and once I decided what to leave and what not to leave, she'd get a shipping company to move everything.
I got my plane to a private airport in New Jersey, and when the house was ready, I drove us in my Jag to the airport, and we got on the plane. This was actually a lot of fun, and we chatted the entire flight.
My car was on the plane, so we didn't have to buy a new car. The house came with a super nice modern garage, a secure one. I did not mention my darkness still. I did not want Bridgette to see me as monster.
When we arrived, I updated the sat nav and programmed the address, and we were off. I drove through Paris, admiring everything, and then we arrived.
The house was even more gorgeous from the outside than it had been in the pictures, and the first thing we did was walk around the yard, admiring the plants. It was now well into autumn and late September, and the fall colors were at their best. There was an enormous oak tree here, too, as if it was a sign. In the backyard, it was so similar, almost to the Chicago house, that I knew this was my house, another one of my sanctuaries.
I also learned a sense of security in that I was on my own, and I was armed; there would be more gun caches in this house, and they would be such that I could only access them myself, at least for now. And what was funny was that the security system was Adam's company, so I thought it was adequate and good.
We went in. I started going around the rooms, and some of my orders had come in. I gathered everything I didn't want downstairs, and after a couple of days, Bridgette got ten men to carry stuff into the biggest vans and take it to whoever needed it. There were several beds in there, too. Once I'd found some new beds and put them in place. Somehow I knew I wouldn't have to worry about the pack ever coming to fuck here.
We'd been putting the house up for a week. I sat on the lovely sofa and looked into the fireplace, relaxed, and closed my eyes. I had a vision.
I was sitting here on this same couch. I was kind of really broken, but I didn't tell anybody. I felt like I had an enormous secret, and I knew my pack would be broken if they ever found out.
I would lean against someone who comforted me and loved me, and I felt a powerful arm wrapped around me. I looked up into Charles' gentle eyes and saw in them a love I had never experienced with Damon. He murmured to my hair, "I love you honey, do you know that? You truly taught me to love again." The vision ended, and I literally gasped for breath. What did that mean?
Am I no longer going to be with Damon, but with Charles? Will we then have no hope of eternity together? Charles really? But I couldn't deny the feeling I was having, and I did not know what the fucking secret was weighing me down and pulling me down. And why was I thinking of my pack in terms of ownership when I was the pack leader? I had taught Charles to love ?
Mimosa cursed harshly in my mind and told me not to care about the vision again. Pretty fucking hard to do. Mimosa even told me not to tell anyone in the pack about these visions of mine.
Yeah, I wasn't telling anyone that I had visions where I loved Charles very much. Telling me.. oh my god. So sure, he's saved me more than once, but he's always been distant and hard, almost.
And from what I'd heard from Samuel, Charles' love story with Anna didn't go the way it did in the books, either. Samuel had actually warned me or told me that those books were very much under the influence of Bran, and he had almost dictated how everyone should be presented in the book. And how the stories should be told.
We got the house pretty well fixed up, and Bridgette was pleased to see how many people in need had been given furniture that they desperately needed. Apparently, the white witches were such helpers, and there was nothing wrong with that. I would have included gift cards, but Bridgette said most people were pretty proud and didn't want any handouts, so I didn't.
I got a lot of green plants, and Bridgette seemed to enjoy them as she changed the pots and potting soil for them pretty soon after they arrived. She talked to them, and I saw nothing wrong with that either again.
We had fun, too, as we were enjoying our weekend of hard work throughout the week. Bridgette taught me a new side of myself. Amazingly, I could relax, and then we drank some wine that Bridgette had gotten us.
It was a good, dry white wine, and I learned to enjoy it. It didn't go to my head much, but having a glass of wine in my hand, a fire in the fireplace, and being in my relaxed home clothes was just incredibly relaxing and nice. We were sitting on the sofa side by side, and I wasn't at all prepared for what was going to happen next.
Bridgette came closer, looked me in the eye just as suddenly, grabbed my head, and kissed me. I stiffened for a moment, but she kissed really well, so I kissed her back. Her lips were so much softer what men's have and she had passion in her kiss.
Then she pulled away, looked at me, and said, "I understand if you don't feel the same way, but Mimi, we could give each other incredible pleasure. What comes to your so-called darkness, it is part of you, very part of you what saved you, and your pack, never forget it. Darkness is not evil. This helps you. You are not a monster. Not at all."
I nodded, unable to get a word out, as I kissed Bridgette again. We went to take care of each other in one bedroom.
We undressed each other and explored each other's bodies. Bridgette was taller and curvier than me, and her full breasts beckoned my lips. It wasn't bad to be with a woman, either. I teased her nipples and got soft moans coming from her mouth as her skilled, teasing, gentle hands found my cunt, my clit, and made me squirt approximately out of my cunt.
You learn a lot. We actually had a wonderful time. Our bedtimes got heated. We went to 69 and ate each other's pussies, watched which one made the other scream from pleasure, and were finally all sweaty when I turned the other way, kissing and falling asleep completely wrapped around each other.
In the morning, we woke up still in each other's arms and kissed fervently, did tricks on each other until noon, and then Bridgette went to shower first, got dressed, and went to make breakfast while I washed and dressed. When you are a woman, you know a few places that are very sensitive, and men don't understand them, but the other woman does.
I went to breakfast, and Bridgette looked at me and said, " That was really great, but I have to go. One coven has a problem; one witch is sick, and they need a fertility spell caster. They help couples who can't have children easily."
I nodded and said, " Yeah, that's fine. If you have to go, then go, I'll be fine, and yes, really, that was great. Thank you for teaching or opening up that side of things for me."
We ate and drank our morning coffee, and Bridgette said she would get a ride when I offered to take her wherever she needed to go.
She said, "Actually, I'm going back to Canada, so I'm going to the airport, and there are other coven members there; they've already got me a ride. I have to do some cleansing rituals and stuff on the way, but my dear friend, we'll meet again. Enjoy your stay in Paris. Enjoy your life."
I nodded, and she left when her ride came.
Bridgette left, and I stayed on to put the house back in order. Then I kept going around Paris and looking at all the lovers. Paris is supposed to be a city of love, but the love interest in my life is fucking others when there is too much drama in me.
I should not be bitter but then again, I could not help myself. despite Bridgette's assurances I was not sure that Damon would not see me monster, creature or sick, feeble burden. Or Adam, he had seen it too.
I stood on the bridge, Pont Des Arts. It was the bridge that was full of padlocks that the lovers had put there. And again, I saw a new vision.
I was standing on the bridge at the same spot, and I saw Damon and another woman putting a lock on the bridge together; the woman was like Vivien Leigh, but she had blood red long curly hair, and she was supernatural, and so I knew they wouldn't recognize me or see me. There was many Damons each one of them had some sort of white stripe in their hair. Damon was kissing this woman, and Adam came there too. He had a blonde woman with him, and they were kissing, they were married, and I saw everything; I knew I was alone, and somehow I understood them. I was no longer part of their lives, and I had a different purpose. I felt danger looming, and I moved. I was still protecting them and I knew that I needed to tell Wulfe something.
The vision ended, and I gasped for a moment. It was true. Damon and I were not the end result; we would break up at some point, and Adam would find someone else, too, but why was I hiding, not showing myself to them? What the fuck is those clone damon? I didn't know; I had felt like such a completely different person, a creature than I was now. Wulfe? Really. How in fuck I was mess with him. It had felt like he had been very important to me.
Mimosa said, " Mimi, try not to worry about those visions. I don't have control over this ability yet, and yes, I can see future possibilities. Nothing you see is certain; everything is and can change because of one single decision, and I don't have all of them inside me yet, so don't worry; I can tell you that those events will probably happen or the possibility of them happening is a hundred years away so that anything can happen."
I tried to forget about them and concentrate on the present. I sat in a cafe in the center of Paris and looked at the surrounding love. Then I saw if Magnum was already working or if he was still fucking.
I called Magnum and told him about that, too. Told him about everything, from the abduction, my recovery, and how the pack fucked in my mansion. And I told him about my dark side. How I felt pure pleasure when I killed them.
Magnum said, " Those idiots don't appreciate you at all. If Salvatore is such an asshole, he's stuck with that and only wants loose pussy. Shame on him. I don't need to be told that he can and should fuck many women because he's an old and strong creature. I'm sure I'm a bit flighty, but if I were in a relationship with someone, then I'd be faithful, and even more so when I was married."
Magnum seemed to be pretty firm on the issue, even though I tried to explain the history of vampires to him.
He said, " Stop defending Salvatore's actions in your mind. You have a right to be angry and disappointed with him. You don't get to be just a gracious wife who swallows everything and lets Damon fuck his way across America. You are no monster. Anyone would have enjoyed killing those sadists, including me."
I said, "Yeah, maybe not, but this house in Paris is lovely; I love finding places like this, and besides, I've been going through my safe deposit boxes here, too, selling stocks and making a lot of money again."
Magnum said, " You should buy your own island. They're surprisingly cheap. They'd be a good place to shelter if Damon ever... And they'll give you a really nice little nest. Your own paradise."
I replied, " Interesting, an island of my own. There might be something in it. Thanks for the idea, Magnum. I'll have to look into it."
Magnum ended the call with a grunt. I started to investigate and found a small island near the main islands. I bought it. There was an enormous mansion, and the island had lots of jungle and forest and beautiful beaches.
I wasn't going there yet, so I thought I'd leave it for a bit later. I liked orchids and plants, and the idea of exploring that kind of jungle seemed really lovely, but not quite yet.
I still had a couple of safe deposit boxes to go through and a couple of storage units given to me by Reddington. They had quite a lot of weapons, ammo, explosives, and I got the French guys to move stuff around France so that there was some sort of equipment storage near most of the bases so that the gigs would go more smoothly. I had made quite many bases in France as it was big country so we needed bases and storages.
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