章節 24: 24. Trouble is a Friend.
On some level, I knew I was a tick, but I didn't care. I needed to take care of myself, just me. I had my needs, and I was looking for them. Blood was the most important thing and security, but when I couldn't find it, I went wandering, and then it got cold. Yes, Charles always found me somewhere, so I got blood, but when the naughty one let Samuel or Colin investigate me, I didn't want to.
I was poisonous and fast. They learn it very fast. Security was not nearly anywhere where I could find it. Nothing really calmed me down properly. I was restless, ready to do this myself and some part of me knew that if I grew up, back to being human, I would be weak, sick, thin, unable to do anything so this was better form me to be. It was safe for me like this. No heartbreak, no emotions, just my needs and my gravings.
I was very strong as a vampire and when I got silver madness one primitive part of my vampire side woke up, the queen, and it part was kind of play here too. I was in charge and my needs were those that drove me. I was trying to make men obey me, to tend only to my needs. I was their life, teaching to them what to do to keep me happy. Or else I let them feel my displeasure.
It was good to be in this form. My life was simple. To be a tick, have some blood, and do whatever I felt like. I had never done it, not in this length. But I was adorable too, so I got myself a nice pair of little kitties to care for me. Demon and Lepard were in their feline forms and well. I might have made a few changes so that I would have a better time, since Charles was not so nice to me. I was the ruler here, not him. He was learning slowly.
Samuel had the nerve to put me in an incubator with a bag of blood, and I got angry. I tore open the blood bag, and then I pouted at the other end of the incubator. I did not want to be in a hot Plexi box. When Samuel stuck his hand in, I velveted him with strong velvet, and my stuff is not easy to chop off. My velvet molecule is normally about three times more complex than Salvatores and I was making concentrates here. I was very naughty. Samuel took quite a long nap. I was teaching and goddamn I was a much better teacher that salvatore.
Then Adam came to lift me on his neck when I was hungry, and I got fed. I gave him a few of my pheromones, making him relax and he got pretty dazed, euphoric. I was giving him some honey when he was a good boy, but when it was nice to velvet up and go looking for everything. I had given my kitties lots of nice little substances, to make them docile and relaxed, so they got pleasure when they took care of me.
Oh, I had an adventure sometimes. I didn't think about growing up or anything; I just followed my instincts and desires. I did not want to grow up. I had no self-preservation instinct or what pushed Damon to always grow as fast as possible.
At night or when I was tired, I found my nests; I had given boys little dental stuff that made them long-haired and fluffy, so I had my nests, I would crawl onto their sides and start to form my nest on their fluffy fur, lovely nests, I used my teeth, my saliva too. I got a good thick warm nest and, of course, I needed always a new nest, so boys were quite matted, but they let me do my thing, they just purred and let me work on my nest. Purring was nice. It helped as I crawled into my warm nest and heard their purrs. I gave them my pheromones and a few substances that made them quite euphoric. I was teaching them.
As I said, my vampire side is not kind and often wants to rule, but I have learned to keep it in check, or at least I have been keeping it in check. But when the whole illness and everything happened, I felt my self-control was failing, and it showed when I didn't care about anything but what I wanted to do. My human side went to sleep, so to say, and my vampire side had a ball. She was more than happy. She ruled, but she knew how to bribe. How to keep everyone obeying me.
I was once again moving around, studying everything from my perspective. There was a lot of interesting stuff to be done. For example, I was a master at biting like that my victim did not notice if they had bare feet. I would usually velvet them up, and then have a good meal, play a little, and I was ready to do my thing again. World was my oyster more or less. I had a plethora of sedatives, not just velvet, but so many others as well. I had gotten pretty damn good with my dentals during these seven years, so I knew my stuff.
Damon and Mariella went to Medbay, where Adam had just put Samuel on an IV. Adam was smiling. He was almost high, very content, as Damon felt his thoughts.
Damon walked in, and Mariella asked," What in the world happened here?"
Adam said,his voice was a little slow and slightly slurry, "Mimi is demanding in her tick form. Samuel thought again that putting her in the incubator to grow and restrict her movement would be a good idea, as she hadn't grown at all in a few weeks. But when Samuel put the blood bag in, she just shredded it open and pouted at one end, and then when Samuel went to investigate and put his hand in the incubator, she was velvety as fuck. This was the second time when Samuel had tried this. Samuel will sleep about 12- 14 hours. Colin left yesterday after he had been velveted the fifth time. Charles is now on the lookout as she keeps moving around. She can teleport. It's been a couple of weeks at least, and she's not growing at all at this rate. This is not the first time, and that is the original incubator from Chicago. We have concluded that she doesn't feel safe and we are trying to make her safe, including boys. She is pretty outstanding teacher, goddamn when she drank my blood earlier, she always gives something that gives quite a damn nice buzz."
Damon and Mariella saw as Lepard, and Demon walked into medbay in their feline form. Both of them had long furs, but there were enormous balls of matted fur on their sides and their backs too. Some of those mats looked quite thick. They must be feeling quite nasty. Boys were drugged as well. They were almost loopy, like having catnip.
Mariella frowned, and Damon asked, "And why these two are in this condition?"
Adam said, "They want to help Mimi, so they let her nest in their furs as Miss made them long-haired. At least she is resting even a bit. Like I said, we are all trying to help her. As you see, she gives them something as well. She more or less drugs us to obey. "
Damon grunted, and he said, "Well darling, if you don't mind helping the boys, it is time to get that young thing under control. Get rid of those furs and mats, and prevent them from growing fur too long. Unload that drug from their blood and see if you can give something to stop it from working. "
Mariella went to the boys, who were displeased with that order, but they had no choice but to let Mariella do her thing. Damon sighed and went to taste Samuel's blood on his wrist. He tasted the really powerful stuff and blocked it from himself. He took the formula, though it was cleverly done and he could use it too. I see. Well, then, the lady should be put in her place and put in her place well.
Damon said, " Fine, I'll take Mimi when Charles finds her and sees that she starts to grow and doesn't constantly move around. I know what to do and this is not negation. Not at all,"
Adam grunted and said, " I don't think you'll appreciate the lady's tricks. You'll have to be patient. She is in a very vulnerable state. She teaches, you better be careful."
Damon laughed low and said, "I don't tolerate tricks. I'm going to show the lady how to be a tick and what to do about it. How to grow and get on with things."
Lepard looked at the Demon, who shrugged his shoulders. They had now in their human forms. Well, Damon would learn after a while with the lady. She was an excellent teacher. Her vinegar would be felt.
Charles found me again after I'd gotten under one drawer. I could teleport, and it made them curse when I consumed everything I ate, so I didn't grow. I had gotten quite good at biting electric cables and not getting electrocuted, but just enough so they would have mended or replaced. Charles caught me in his arms and put his shirt under me when I'd cooled down a bit again. He tried to purr at me and keep me feeling safe. I climbed up on Charles' neck and started drinking blood greedily so I could get my strength up and good. I give my pheromones to this one, gotta keep them obeying me.
I was a little tick of chaos and didn't care about anything but my own needs, and it was so damn liberating. Charles had tried everything he could to calm me down. He had purred at me, put me in a bag, tried to keep me with him, and every time he put me down somewhere to be by myself, I would leave and fast.
I had no sense of safety and I wanted to be in this form because I was not weak, sick, and in medbay. The mercy of Salvatore, who had changed so much but still being the same, I was changed too much to cope with so many changes. Besides, he had been only caring for me because I had been sick and as I would be okay, he would punish me. There was no love between us. I was not looking for someone punishing me. God knows I had had a hard time during these seven years, no need to it continue in hands of Salvatore.
Charles stroked, and we went somewhere again. Oh, that blood meal was good, and I sipped some more. I had learned not to drink myself into a stupor. I could drink enough to get the hunger out of me and warm me up, but I didn't fall asleep. I was brilliant and very naughty. Charles took me into another room, and I smelled passionfruit and growled.
I didn't want that. He was going to punish me, not love me. There was no love in his scent. My nose had gotten very sensitive to pheromones in feelings, and I could smell that he did not love me, not like he should, not like Charles. He loved me truly.
Mariella laughed as the little brown tick on Charles' neck started growling as soon as they entered the room. Mimi was small, probably under two kilos, and cranky. She had fur on her and her little paws or hands were gripping Charles's neck tight. Oh, how Damon would enjoy putting that creature in its place. Charles was calmed down by her pheromones. She was very good at controlling everyone around her. Damon would not be so easy. He would show her.
Mariella was looking forward to it. Mariella could smell a smoldering infection on that thing, but it was not anything too contagious. Still, Miss needed to care. Tick's little brown body shook as it was furious and Mariella could see its ribs. Not a good thing. But Damon was ready to care this time. Mariella was sure that this was just an easy, peasy thing to do.
Damon said, "Let's have the creature in here, and I'll show you how to behave in that state."
Damon's voice left no chance of resistance. Charles had to obey.
Charles grunted and unplugged the tick. It tried to teleport, but Damon had put a spell into the room, no teleportation. It was furious and hissed. Its tiny but sharp fangs were showing. Damon took it in his hands, and the tick tried to struggle free. She hissed, growled, and made a furious noise.
Damon raised the tick to his eye level and hissed. " Oh baby, you are so damn helpless in front of me right now. But I'll fix you quickly. You can be sure of that. You need to grow up and get this nasty bug out of you. I am sorry about what happened and I am grateful for you, this body. Now it is time to behave. First things first, missy, that belly needs to be drunk to the brim, but since you've had a good thrashing and I think you're pretty poisonous, let's see if we can get you to calm down a bit."
Damon was still tightly gripping the tick. He had neatly bundled it in his hands and was holding it against him, warming it up. Tick's little body was against him, but he had made sure that there was no way for the tick to bite him. His expression was slightly worried, too.
Damon went over to one movable little table and said, "Darling, put some padding on this so it doesn't have to be all steel. Let's do a minor procedure."
Mariella brought a thin mattress and, using energy, cut it into a suitable piece. She secured it with a spell.
Damon said, "Thank you. Now, darling, we're going to do a little microsurgery. First, we're going to feed this one stuffed, and then we're going to see if we can get the teeth down on this one. It might be worth trying to grow this a bit, as it is tiny and thin. "
The tick's vocalizations and grunts amused Mariella. Damon set the tick down on the mattress and turned it over on its back. He secured the tick in place using energy restraints and then fetched the thinnest needle, a few slightly thicker ones, and a selection of syringes of various sizes from the cupboard.
He drew 15 ml of his blood into one syringe with the needle and replaced the needle with a thin one. He drew several syringes of his arterial blood into syringes.
He had taken the arterial blood and Mariella asked him," What is the difference between the two types of blood? I mean, is there any difference between them?"
Damon said, " Arterial blood is much more nutritious, and this specimen will grow when it stays in place and gets a good supply of arterial blood. You see, in the tick form, at least this small, you can't drink from the artery. Too much pressure. But I'm going to put this blood directly into the stomach so that this specimen is properly full and asleep. Then we'll see if we can't get those teeth under control."
Damon tightly bound the tick with energy and gently felt its anatomy with his fingertips. Then he took and plunged the needle into one spot. The tick squawked. Damon focused, he kept the tick immobile, and the thin needle looked still enormous in the tick's little body.
Damon said, " Come on, baby. When it's not this hard, you could do this more comfortably. But you did this to yourself."
He attached a syringe to the needle with his blood and slowly pressed the plunger. Mariela watched as the tick's belly grew and reddened. He used several syringes. Only when it was full, almost translucent, and filled in blood did Damon pull the needle out. The tick sighed and relaxed, falling asleep.
Damon said, " When this should get itself so full, but with Mimi, the self-preservation instinct that drives me to eat and grow in this form is missing in the lady. The lady is just playing. But let's see if we can get her properly under control. We keep on feeding her, making her grow, and then get her into those antibiotics as soon it is possible. This is too thin as a tick. You should not see ribs."
Damon unhooked the tick and lifted it to his neck. He tied it on with energy. Mariella asked, " How's that teeth-clenching stuff? When will we do it?"
Damon grunted and said, " If we could just get this to grow a little, it would be easier. It's so damn tiny, and it's hard to inject anything into it, but if that blood meal would give it a real appetite, it might be a bonus. I am keeping this warm, asleep, and with us all the time."
Mariella laughed. They went into the bedroom, and Damon gently placed the sleeping tick on a pillowcase with a small woolen blanket inside; then he left the bag hanging and came at Mariella; they were very excited and eager again.
When Satan Salvatore overstuffed me, I showed him. I put a little sex pheromone in the air and then fell asleep. I knew about my pheromones. When I woke up, I was in a bag somewhere, and it took me a while to get out of there. I wanted out and not to be with him. He was with Mariella and let him be. I do not need him. Not at all. I am fine like myself. He did not love me.
Oh, how delicious it was to crawl up on the foot and first bite Mariella with a good velvet, which would not be easy to unravel as there was chaos in it, and then the Damon. I could bite like that if it was not noticed and a few fast bites of velvet for either of them first, and then I was ready to have some real fun. When the couple then fell asleep on top of each other, I had to bite a few more things as I was getting so fucked up. I was quite creative with my brief lesson on these two. They would get a good night's sleep and learn their lesson.
Then it was good to teleport away, straight into Charles's arms. He let me climb on his neck, and I drank a little and went to be there. I was in a bit of a cranky mood and calmed down slowly once I got to be with Charles. I gave him my pheromones, good ones. I was bonding with him all the time.
Adam watched as the tick teleported into Charles's lap and climbed onto his neck. He couldn't help but laugh in his mind. Oh, that Salvatore could be furious, and Adam didn't even think about what he was going to do. Oh, the lady could only do a pretty 1-0 to Damon occasionally. She was such a good teacher.
Charles purred at the tick, which seemed content now to be on his neck. It sipped blood ever so slightly and changed position several times. Charles was starting to feel something, and it took time before he could get the hang of what this feeling was. He was feeling love. He truly felt his love for Mimi shining so brightly in his soul. And he was sensing her moods, just like he used to. The connection had gotten so strong.
Charles said, " Oh, that Damon must be learning pretty damn effectively how demanding this lady can be. In this form, the honey is the very important thing; no vinegar or she'll be angry, but we'll see how long it takes. I am sensing her distress, and her need for safety, and now we have a little more to go on, I think she has again MDNS and a bad one, but if we can get on top of that, we might get her to eat up and grow too. We need our pheromones. "
Adam just grunted and said, " He'll learn fast. That creature is a pretty damn excellent teacher. I can tell you that myself. But pheromones are a good thing. They are familiar to her, her safety. Good catch Charles. I think she smells feelings. We love her, we truly do, and Salvatore is all over the place. He is with Mariella who is his number first, and they have sex, so he might not feel too loving for Mimi. He has been mostly just a doctor, not a man in love. He is too in love with Mariella to be able to love Mimi yet."
Damon woke up and pulled himself out of Mariella's body. He rolled next to her, groaning. He had a hellish velvet hangover, headache, nausea, and photophobia. He had not had this bad in ages, if ever, and then he sighed and looked at Mariella more closely. She had extremely long, black eyelashes, jet-black straight hair, and very long nails on her fingers and toes.
Damon yawned, and his face felt strange. He touched his face. It was hairy and saw that his nails were very long. He took his phone, opened the camera, and saw that he had a decent Mexican mustache and a long, thick beard. He had long, red, curly hair. Oh, fuck the lady. Oh, bloody fucking hell, what a creature.
Mariella woke up and said, " What the hell has happened to us?" She was trying to wake up and not feel too bright.
She had a velvet hangover with chaos in the mix, so it was difficult to get rid of it. Mariella's voice was squeaky, like she was breathing helium, and Damon was laughing and pissed off at the same time.
He said, "Mimi, we've had a tick's revenge. She didn't appreciate filling her stomach then. Miss has taught us a lesson on humility. She seems to be quite a talented teacher."
Damon's voice was very nasal, and he said to Mariella, " We have quite a lot of interesting stuff in us, darling. It's going to take me a while to unpack it, but there's one lady who's going to get my attention and get it good."
Mariella sighed. She trimmed her nails, changed her hair and eyelashes, and concentrated on unraveling the rest of the velvet and fixing her voice. She looked at her phone and realized they had been asleep for a week. Oh, that she'd be pissed and really pissed. That little goddamn creature was truly too poisonous for her own good and no more nice guys now.
It took a few hours for them to fix themselves first. Damon was impressed, but he took the formulas of all those substances to himself. His teeth wanted to learn all the time. He loved to learn new stuff. She had given a lot of good formulas to him.
They got in order, took a frantic shower, and went to the kitchen to eat some breakfast. Charles was there, and the tick had grown a bit. She was now five or six kilos and happy on Charles' neck. She was sleeping. Charles had supported her with a few scarves and Damon could see the creature being grown and not so thin.
Charles said, " Good morning, you're finally awake. Did you sleep well?"
He kept his expression neutral, but Demon and Lepard chuckled to themselves. They had so much fun. Mimi, the teacher, was brilliant more or less.
Damon didn't reply but said, " That lady will be in my care after I've eaten. It's a good thing she's grown so I can close those teeth."
Adam said, " In this state, it's honey, Damon, just honey. She has, if you remember MDNS, we have gotten her to behave by using our pheromones. Mimi is wildly vulnerable, that's why she's playing. We noticed that and she just needs to be safe. But because we'd been apart for so long, finding that security took her a while. Pheromones help. But as you can see, things are getting better now. If you're going to take Mimi out for another session, nothing good will come of it. Mimi eats well when she feels safe, as you can see. She smells feelings, she can smell our love for her and if you come at her angry and think of throwing her in the cage, she smells you do not love her, she does not want you. She can smell feelings very sharply. We have tested her. You don't love her, not really, she had had a very rough time during that seven years and she is not looking for your punishments, Wulfe told us a about few times, and believe me, she deserves only honey and best honey. No cages, no punishments."
The creature moved sleepily around Charles's neck and smelled his neck before sinking her fangs, eating some, and then falling back asleep. Damon was silent and thought for a moment. Did he love her or did he want just to dominate her, rule over her? What was love? Had he ever loved her like Charles and Adam?
Mariella said, " My dear, haven't you already taught Mimi your pheromones? Would you use them to make Mimi feel safe if you put her in the pheromone bath again? Yes, I know you want to react and react violently, but Adam is right, Mimi. She hasn't had time to adjust properly to the pack yet. I mean, she's nobody's wife, and she's not even in a romantic relationship with anybody yet. Those two are almost addicting her on their pheromones. "
Damon growled and said, " I don't know, darling, when I don't know. What I know is that's going to be my wife, our wife of all wives. She's going to be in the pack. We're going to breed, but when, I don't know. This is new to me, too. All seven years I experienced so many new emotions I didn't think were possible, all grating, tearing, long-lasting emotions, but emotions before everything. And I know it was hell for Mimi, all the time it was. How can I make up for it? How do I bring us together, question mark and big? And now this. Do I love her? What is love? Have I ever loved her like those two? If she can smell my feelings, and there is no love.."
Mariella said, "You know the answer already. Now it is just time for you to admit it to yourself. Let yourself love her, truly, madly, deeply."
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