I woke up in the middle of the day. I felt absolutely awful. The light was blinding my eyes, my stomach hurt, and I was very nauseous, my head hurt. I remembered what had happened. A wave of nausea made me jump out of bed and throw up in the toilet.
A great velvet feeling. Velvet, that wonderful anesthetic made by Salvatore's teeth, the only downside of which was that it apparently gave me a terrible hangover these days. I was getting pissed off when I saw that my money and my bike keys were gone.
I remembered the look he had given me, and apparently, I had been nothing but conquest, and now he was then free to continue whatever he had gone to do. The phone I had the number for was on top Damon's message.
Damon fucks strange women and locks me in a cage. Then he comes and takes my virginity. And on top of that, he robs me of my money and my motorcycle. I had just bought a Kawasaki. It was perfect, and then a really arrogant bastard named Salvatore stole it.
Velvet had never made me feel like this before, and I called Samuel. I left a voicemail because he wasn't there. "Samuel, it's Mimi, well I'm not a virgin anymore. Damon came and put my humanity back on by fucking me, and then he drank my blood and velveted me; the problem is I'm nauseous, my head hurts, I'm photophobic, tired, some kind of reaction I guess to velvet. Call me if you know anything about it."
Then I threw up again. I was feeling pretty damn miserable.
A couple of hours later, Adam called me, "Mimi, Samuel told me to tell you that your body is somehow digesting the velvet wrong, causing a hangover, but it should be over in 24 hours. Take it easy, and where are you?"
I said, "In Austin, Texas, Damon took all my cash and my motorcycle, so I need to find a ride; I can't do any more gigs right now, I am way too sick and tired."
Adam said, "I'm going to drive and come get you; just try to take it easy and get some rest. "
I gave the name of the hotel, hung up, and threw up again. I knew it would take Adam a day or so to get here, and I lay in bed shaking, vomiting, dozing, and waking up with nightmares. And again, the nausea hit again.
Then it started to ease after 18 hours, and I started to feel very exhausted. My stomach was still very sore, and my pussy was sore. Apparently, an attack of such a dick takes a while to recover from. I hadn't even paid that much attention to the soreness of my pussy when I was lying down, but when I started to move, it felt. My lower stomach felt bloated, and it was just Damon's bump in my womb that hadn't been absorbed yet, and I was full. I was so freaking tired and sore in so many ways.
I didn't want to drink or eat. I showered and put all my sex-smelling sheets in the laundry; yes, the hotel people would change them anyway, but for some reason, I didn't want to advertise our passion to Adam. I really don't know why.
I got myself clean, my poor pussy. I don't know how long it would take to recover, but one thing I noticed after a couple of hours, it was more sensitive; I felt the pressure ease in the bottom of my stomach, and my pussy wasn't so sore anymore. It was sensitive.
I wasn't quite sure if I was ready yet, but that Damon had left made sure I wouldn't fuck again right away. The roses he had brought smelled lovely, and I would take them with me when Adam came to get me.
The door opened, and I wasn't even thinking as I was packing my bags, and Adam came in.
He looked me over and said, "You are pale, tired, thin as a rail again, and now we're going to drive to Chicago, and you're going to sleep in the car."
I said, "I'm not sleeping. The nightmares are back."
Adam nodded and said, "Don't worry, come here. There's nothing to worry about."
He came over to me and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me.
I almost curled up against him. I was so damn tired. He was my safety and somehow; I was too tired to try to be strong all the time. I was sighing, and then I felt a prick in the back of my neck. I tensed and tried to wrench free. He had too good hold on me.
Adam stroked me and said, "Shh... it's alright, it's ok. It's all ok. Good...."
I was getting more and more tired. I collapsed in his grip, and the darkness came and took me completely.
Adam sedated Mimi and carried her to the car with her bags, paid for the hotel room, and started driving. He kept Mimi asleep for the whole 18-hour drive. Samuel had given him instructions after talking to him on the phone. Samuel had told him to pick her up, sedate her, and keep her asleep for the entire drive.
He would meet them in Chicago and look through her. She was dehydrated, tired, and exhausted. Now she had to rest and recuperate and take a fucking long vacation from all the gigging. He left the roses in the room. He didn't take them with him. He was feeling strange possessiveness of her too. Smelling her in different way.
Adam drove through the night and into the next day. Traffic was heavy in places, and it took him 24 hours to get there, but he stopped now and then, gave Mimi a shot, went to the bathroom, had a bite to eat, and kept going.
Eventually, he pulled into the driveway of a house in Chicago. He parked the car, and Samuel was already coming to open the door and take Mimi in his arms without saying a word.
Adam followed, opened the door as Samuel carried the limp woman downstairs to the medbay, and began to go through her. Adam went to eat and rest himself. Mimi was now home, Samuel would take care of this, and Adam could now sleep. All would be well soon.
I woke up in Chicago, in a bed downstairs, and felt a little refreshed, like I'd actually rested. I looked at my phone was little surprised. Apparently, I'd been home for five days, and then I went to shower.
I didn't think anything of it when I came out of the shower, drying my hair and bathrobe open, and Adam was in the room, looking at my body and coughing.
"Good morning, you were already awake; try to get dressed properly; you may still be on your meds so that you might cool off; as I said, you had fucked the velvet up and about poisoned yourself. I should ask Damon if he can change the formula or do something. That reaction is probably not nice, but it seems like your will is strong enough to affect your body."
He looked at me completely differently than he had ever looked at me; he looked at me the way a man looks at a woman, and I realized it, but I did nothing about it. I had naughty thoughts, and I could be fucked up if I wanted to be. I was dressed up in that Adam look; my nipples were clearly on display, and I could see Adam's pants bulging quite clearly.
Then we went to eat. Samuel came to eat, too, but Mr. Absentminded Professor wouldn't see a woman if he could get one in his lap when he was in that mood. Mirella was awake, too. She was kind of behind the counter in my mind; she was wearing a lab coat, and she was putting jars on the shelf, explaining how she was making molecular stock for me.
Then she does. What do I do with it? I had no idea, but I went with the flow and didn't question her. I had a bloodlust, and Samuel gave me a couple of bags of blood on top of my food. Adam was irritated that Damon had let me down, so to speak, and hadn't helped with any of the vampire stuff.
Nick and Elias were busy. They didn't have to advise either, so I just had to get by and learn to do this independently. I remembered how Bran always said that myself was the best person to help me.
Always remember that, and even if someone helps you, sometimes remember that once you can do it alone, you can always do it alone; you don't depend on others. Somehow, I just let it sink in, and I knew I had to learn to be as independent as possible.
I gorged myself. I had no choice when Adam put portion after portion in front of me. He told me that now I had to be inside as the naughty medical people were looking for me again, and I was being given a finder's fee with a description. Fine, that's fine.
Adam also told me that Damon hasn't kept in touch with him, and he does not know where he is. As I ate it, I remembered the pleasure, the feeling that came every time I killed. It was always a genuine pleasure, and that in itself was a scary thing; what if it corrupted me, made me a killer, and soon I would kill those I didn't need, those who didn't deserve it? I felt my inner beast was pushed down too.
No, now it was better to leave the killing business behind and concentrate on living my peaceful life again and think about what else I could do besides kill. Although I had really good money, now close to three million and bank deposits included, I could buy a house at some point.
I was not there yet to even try to process the entire sex act and its consequences. I was just reeling through all that I experienced when I turned my humanity off. How liberating it had been and how much our humanity limits us.
It causes emotions that only hurt and cause pain, and there's no use in that pain. There's no use at all. It doesn't grow us as human beings. It doesn't bring any great awakening, no great revelation. Why did we have to feel those wrong emotions, then? Why put ourselves through the wringer and suffer?
Adam clearly saw my train of thought and said, "I'm sorry I haven't got any vampires to help you, but humanity is important. It's true that not all emotions are good and bring pain and despair, but then there's the balance again, the wonderful emotions, the ones that make you feel great and perfect. Love, trust, infatuation. That feeling when your stomach flutters when you see that look."
I looked at Adam and said, " Yeah, the sex was a physically amazing experience, and it could have been something amazing, but he left. I was just a conquest, and after he fucked me, he looked at me like a piece of meat and velveted me and robbed me, so now I'm not in love. I don't take my humanity out of it, though it does give incredible freedom. Let's suffer, then. I just have a feeling that Damon is not in the gig but in the women, and somehow, it took all the good out of that first time. It makes it feel cheap and forced."
Adam was silent, then he looked at me. Samuel had already left the table, and he said, his voice hoarse, "If I had you, I would show you everything; I would worship your body; I would give you pleasure, connection, and the whole fucking great experience. "
Then he got up from the table before I could react or say anything and walked away. I was left sitting there with more questions flooding through my head. Did Adam seduce me? Does he see me differently now that Damon has done his job? Apparently, I was just a job for Damon, but that's fine.
Then I went out to walk on the food and went to lean on an enormous oak tree. This was autumn and the oak was already yellow. I saw an enormous pile of acorns there. I was thinking about how I would make myself feel good about what Damon did to me. Of course, the physical experience was something new, and the way that monumental cock was sinking into me and the orgasms. They were great.
But the whole thing was arranged out of necessity. So I wouldn't be a soulless killer and put my humanity on. But because I'd been through so much already, I wasn't going to be tortured, Damon was right because I'd just tapped into my rage and it would do nothing. I understood on the one hand and then again. I felt like I was being robbed of an experience that would have been incredible. Damon probably would have had a great time.
Then again, how many people's first time is great? How many people are actually fumbling and uncertain, and how many people are happy when it's over that the next time could be better? Oh my fucking god, I feel like fucking Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City as I ponder these thoughts.
I wandered a little deeper into the woods, and suddenly, a voice said, "Don't be afraid, my unicorn; I mean no harm, but I can see you're in trouble; maybe I can help; I'm a vampire."
Wulfe walked up, and I froze. But somehow, I knew he was telling the truth.
He said, "Don't trust whoever advises you. I speak cryptically, but when I have to, I have my role, and you have yours. The fact that you react is good. Even if you then take your humanity out of it, reacting is good. Try to remember that. You can't always react the way you want to, but curse in your mind, though. As for the blood lust, don't deny it. It only gets worse. The enjoyment of not having humanity is not you and is you, but it is your vampire side, and sometimes the vampire side is a very big part of who you are, like me, but it can also become different. You can become different if your vampire side comes out and you don't behave as you should. But it is part of you, and you can't get rid of it."
He looked at me, curiously, and I could sense his age. He was way much older than Damon, and I guess it affected him too. He continued.
"Embrace the pleasure; it gives you the strength to go on if you sometimes feel bored with the killing. Then let your vampire side come out and enjoy. Be one with it, just like you are a wolf. Even if you have a mimosa inside, you are a wolf too; be a vampire, too. As for Salvatore, the savior, he is and is not good for you; love is a damn powerful force, but some always want to destroy true love, and sometimes they are closer than you know. And don't trust everything you are taught or told; don't let anyone program you."
I said to him, "Why do I get feeling of trust to you. My pretender side is damn accurate, and it tells me to trust you."
Wulfe sighed, smirked, it made him look very young, and he said, " Even best of us sometimes give in to dark side but not evil. Darkness is not evil. For us to move forward, you need to learn to trust your instincts over doctrine of those who seek to abuse you. Emotions, good and bad are power, true soulmate is not always lover. One can have so many soulmates and even oldest of us have some hope still."
Then Wulfe smiled and disappeared in a mist in the air. Oh fuck, I was left standing there with my mouth open again with a flood of questions in my mind, and it must have been ten minutes before I turned around, went inside and wrote down everything he said, and then made to ponder every sentence. Trying to find something clear that would have given me any clue what the fuck he was talking about.
I was in the downstairs bedroom trying to make sense of Wulfe's so fucking cryptic speech. Adam had been on the phone for a long time so I couldn't ask him, and I had seen Samuel driving away when I went in, so I was pondering and turning things over in my mind.
Then I heard an odd sound, and it took me a moment to realize that it was a ringtone, but not on my phone. Damon's phone was ringing. I dug it out; it was in my bag, and I looked, Laura, had called, and then there was a text from this Laura, and she thanked him for a good time and put a link to the party. I was curious even though I knew I wouldn't like what I found, but I had to be a masochist and look.
It was an adult site, a bit like Facebook, but with sex and homemade videos. And there was Damon. Fucking five different women and I saw that he had fucked most of them after he had left. There was even a video clip where I heard Damon panting, talking to some big tits again.
Oh, that I felt like not feeling again, but then, I knew how to be mean. If our mating bond meant nothing and if I had been just a job, just a challenge, then now I was ready to try this again. I let my rage surface and went to the gym first to beat, rant, kick, and rage.
Somewhere in between, Adam had come into the gym. He leaned against the wall, raised his eyebrow, and said, " Are you ready to fight and show me what you can do? How did Magnum's teachings go down?"
I said, "I am, I'm ready, I can show you, Damon fucks others then, he's fucked at least five already when he left my side so I was just a target for him, it wasn't real for him that much more."
Adam was silent as I walked to the mattress. Ready to fight, and we started to fight, slowly at first. He dodged most of my blows, but the fight started to heat up his emotions, and I hit. He dodged, but barely. I hit him hard in the ribs with my left hand, and he gasped. I was quick, and he kicked me in the stomach; oh, that. I pulled his legs out from under him and sat on his chest, squeezing his chest with my legs.
I looked at him hotly. He grabbed my head and kissed me and hard, passionately.
He looked at me, his eyes almost black with lust, and said, " Are you sure that Damon really..."
I got up, and he followed. I didn't even go to the shower when I showed the text message, the phone call, and the website.
Adam said, "I'll check that these aren't manipulation, and then we can look into it further. But it looks like you were right. Damon wouldn't let us interfere with you until he had you corked, well now you're fair game if this is true."
Adam took the laptop and phone and went to his office. I went to shower, and then to dinner. Adam wasn't eating, and then I started frying pancakes for myself. After I finished frying an enormous pile of lacy-perfect pancakes, Samuel came in. He walked over to me and he knew too. Adam had probably told him about the pack bond.
Samuel said, "You know those aren't so good for you, but now you need comfort food."
I nodded and chopped fresh strawberries and raspberries, whipped up some whipped cream. Samuel sat down at the table and he, too, began to eat his pancakes. Adam came out of the study, and I could see by the look on his face that he had checked the videos and photos.
He was furious, and his eyes were yellow. But he came to eat the pancakes, too. We ate and didn't talk. I hadn't said a word to either of them about Wulfe; Mimosa and I had made up our minds. But I tried to take his advice and react.
It was getting late in the evening, and I said when I had finished eating, "I'm getting pretty tired, Adam. Could you come to stay with me tonight?"
I looked at Adam. Not completely innocent, but allowing a chance to show in my expression.
Adam said, " Yeah, go ahead,..I'll be there."
I got up and went to my bedroom. I knew what I wanted and what I was fucking entitled to. Tonight was going to be great.