When I woke up, I realized I was in an incubator, but for some reason, I felt very insecure. I wanted to hide, to escape. I knew I was out of the institution, but I felt very unsafe. The incubator felt oppressive. I wanted to be in an even darker place.
I wasn't at all sure if I was, even if there was an incubator in the facility. None of my senses were working so that I could understand where I was. I was thin, weak, confused, and very insecure, unable to function and find my rage. I didn't trust my sense of smell or anything.
I wanted to go somewhere hidden underneath, in a dark, safe place. I tried to move, and my stomach was hurting. I pulled some tube out of me; it hurt, but I felt I was healing. I tried to get out of the incubator but couldn't open the lid, and panic set in again.
Damon went to see Mimi again; it had been three weeks since she was brought in. He had been sitting next to her for quite a long time, stroking her, washing her, feeding her, and he had just received an alarm on his phone when the feeding machine reported a malfunction.
It must have been a clog in the tube, or she would have moved, and the tube would have got stuck. At first, when she had moved, Damon had sat and talked to her. Hoping she'd wake up, but no, the drugs and the trauma had been too much, and Damon just had to be patient.
Eventually, the unknown drug levels in Mimi's blood began to drop; what they could measure, there was an incredible amount of drugs stuffed into her. Damon walked downstairs to the medbay. They hadn't moved her upstairs yet. There was no need.
He saw movement in the incubator, and his heart rate quickened.
Through the pack bond to Samuel, he said, "I think Mimi's moving; I'll go and see."
He opened the lid of the incubator and found Mimi awake. " Morning baby, are you okay? It's okay; you're home and safe. Everything's fine. I've got you a little better already; oh, you snatched the feeding button away; well, that's okay."
He spoke reassuringly and stroked Mimi, who was again in some sort of panic. But Mimi didn't really react or speak; she just tried to get up and almost whimpered.
Damon continued to soothe her. "Shh. Just take it easy, baby, it's alright, it's a good place,"
But she kept struggling, not really even looking at him. He could still smell her need for blood.
He said to Samuel, who had also come downstairs to watch: "Mimi's awake, but she's panicking. I can't get her to calm down. "
Samuel said: "Try to get her out of there and then go to bed. Keep Mimi close. We'll see if the close care helps. This has helped other victims quite a lot, and maybe you can get her to drink your blood if you want her to drink."
Samuel had spoken to some of his medical colleagues, and they had rescued some patients from a medical facility in the same state. Whose body temperature wouldn't stay up, whose sugars were dropping, who had trouble waking up? Panic and confusion. Rumors circulated about an experimental hypnotic called Blue Sleep.
Suppose Mimi had been given that stuff and lots of it. Then, all the other drugs had been used on Mimi in the past; they had been found in Mimi's blood, too. Some of the drugs that had been in those bags had been associated with panic, confusion, and the need to hide, too.
Mimi could not maintain her body temperature or sugar levels terribly well yet, so she would need some help, but the close care would keep Mimi warm, and maybe the safety would calm her down, and the drugs would be better digested.
Damon remembered the drugs he had broken with his teeth when Mimi had come out of the Krycheck facility, and he just had had no reaction from his teeth, and he didn't understand why.
Samuel said that other victims had similar fears and wild behavior, although they did not have Mimi's rage, and there was also a sense of insecurity, panic, and flight reactions. Mimi was not the only one who had such a reaction to experimental drugs.
The doctors had found that her familiar, safe, and close people and physical contact helped with her symptoms, so close care and providing security would be critical. But Damon was unsure if Mimi would see him as safe, and Samuel was already getting a slightly bigger bed ready for them.
Damon took off his shirt and walked towards the incubator. Samuel put some drip bags on the rack. The idea was to keep Mimi asleep again and continue the supportive care with sugar and nutritional concentrates as well. He just couldn't put the feeding button on, but hopefully, Mimi would be okay.
Samuel warned. "Mimi can then be so clingy that you may not always be able to escape straight away. But Adam can help, too. Mimi might understand you now; she's a bit more alert. As a matter of fact, if you can tolerate her drinking your blood, that would help, too."
Damon said, "I don't mind. I have to help her with these vampire things anyway, and I may have to do a thing at some point and switch her to drinking only from me or something supernatural. You see, she is such a strong creature, but not yet."
He went to the incubator. Mimi looked at him, confused and scared; she tried to get out of there again. Damon reached out and lifted Mimi into his arms. She was shaking and fussing.
I recognized Damon now as he came to look at me. I could smell the passion fruit but couldn't help myself as I reacted to him being unclothed. The memories were too much, and I felt the fear growing.
"Don't breed me, don't do it, it hurts so bad when they come out, I don't want another..."
Damon whispered, "Shh, Baby, it's okay. Now let's get in this bed like this, and now I'll just take you next to me; I won't hurt you; I'm so sorry, and believe me, I have no memory of it at all. Something snapped in my head, and I've somehow denied all of it, and I can't remember now, but I won't hurt you."
Damon tried to contain his self-revulsion. He had read all about the scientists' twisted breeding experiments. He had gone along and traumatized Mimi, which had been the end result. How could he do such a thing?
He had read about the abortion, and he knew Mimi already had a womb growing but small, with no sign of heat, and it was so fucking good; he didn't know where they were going physically, but now it would be one day at a time.
Damon lifted Mimi onto the bed and then came to her side.
He took her close to him and said, " Baby, baby, listen to me, try drinking blood from my neck, come on, you'll find a vein, go ahead, you can't do anything to me, you need blood, and I'm here. You'll get a stomach full of warm, good, strong blood. "
He actually felt Mimi sniffing his neck before sharp pricks told him her teeth had unmistakably found his jugular vein.
For some reason, I slowly began to calm down as Damon held me against his bare torso, stroking my hair and soothing me. I didn't listen to what he was saying, but slowly, a feeling of security crept in, and I began to relax.
When he told me to drink the blood, I felt the bloodlust rise to the surface as his offer was almost too much. I had never drunk from anyone alive except victims of Mimosa. Mimosa slept in my head in a ball and was somehow feeling better. I let my instincts take over. I heard Damon's pulse, and before I knew it, hot, delicious blood was pouring into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily.
When Mimi had drunk her stomach full of blood, he held her tightly against him, covering them both and trying to keep her safe. She was awake, and he felt panic trying to take over her mind now and then. But he was persistent, kept her safe, stroked her, and slowly, her mind began to calm down. That was the beginning.
Damon thought he wouldn't be able to completely calm Mimi down at all to get her to sleep, and he was already wondering what other options there were. Still, after an hour or two, he noticed how Mimi's muscles finally relaxed, and she settled a little tighter against him.
After ten minutes, the steady, calm breathing against his chest told him that Mimi had fallen asleep. Mimi squeezed him in her sleep like a drowning life preserver. Good thing we don't need the toilet, Damon thought. After five hours, he separated from Mimi and let Adam take his place next to Mimi.
He watched as Mimi just slightly shifted and clung to Adam and fell asleep, Samuel always putting feeding and sugar drops into Mimi's cannula when she was sound asleep.
Damon was hungry, and a shower did him good, but he found it surprisingly difficult to leave the room and leave Mimi with Adam for the night. He went back to sleep in their bedroom and sniffed Mimi's pillow. Drooled on it and in the morning just put it out to dry.
Damon just couldn't understand why his teeth didn't react at all, as if they were extinguished. Still no reaction to Mimi. He wondered about one ampoule in his jacket pockets. He couldn't remember at all what drug or substance it might have been. He held the ampoule in his hand and sniffed. Somehow, he felt that this put his teeth temporarily out of action. Strange, as if he had sabotaged himself lest he could help Mim quickly with his teeth.
They continued to provide close care and support feeding for Mimi, and someone had to be by Mimi's side all the time, or she would almost immediately start waking up confused and panicked; it was either him or Adam, not Samuel, and Damon wondered for a moment why not.
Samuel never offered to be Mimi's security. He was a doctor, but as if he would keep a professional distance from Mimi. Would not be as close to her as possible.
It was another month before the blue dream had cleared enough, and it was only in the last week that Damon's teeth had finally woken up, and he was able to clear the rest of the drugs more efficiently than Mimi's own body.
He also made a sample for Samuel of the cleavers, which was sent to Samuel's team for testing. Maybe they could synthesize it if a similar situation ever came up.
Damon finally carried the 46 kg Mimi into the upstairs bedroom, curled up in it, and fell completely asleep, holding Mimi in his arms, in their room, in their safety. He fell asleep to the feeling that his soul was singing.
I finally woke up in Damon's arms in the upstairs bedroom. I was home, safe. Damon was asleep. He looked so incredibly innocent and young. I pressed my head back against his chest, listening to the steady, soothing rhythm and smelling the scent of passion fruit.
It was still dusk, and I was sleepy, and he was still my security, so sleep took me with it. I fell asleep again; when I woke up, Damon was already awake. He watched as I slept. He took a handkerchief and wiped the drool from my mouth. He stroked and touched.
I said, "I'm not quite there yet, but don't worry, you're still my safety, and this feels nice."
Damon grunted and said, "It's ok, baby; I'm going to take a shower, and then it's your turn. I'll pick out some clothes for you, missy."
I smiled and watched as he went into the shower. I didn't feel the urge yet. I wasn't quite ready to resume those activities yet. He went to the shower first, got dressed, and really picked out some clothes for me. I didn't object.
He said: "Baby, go take a shower, get dressed, and come downstairs, and I'll do your hair downstairs. I'm going to make breakfast. You remember that lesson again about doing what I tell you, baby.."
His voice had a familiar edge, so I decided to be a good girl and do as he said.
I went downstairs to eat, sat down at the table, and waited.
Adam said: "Next, we go to New York. I've got some security work to do, and it would be good for you two to spend some time alone without any gigs. It's good to see Mimi and you all right. It's been quite a while, over six months.."
I had no doubts and was looking forward to pack life, New York was calling and you never knew what would happen there.
So all we had to do was move to New York and spend time as a couple. That can be fun. I was trying to think of a couple 1-0 that I could do for Damon.
I started to get some ideas, and physical intercourse started to get interesting. I didn't want to talk about the whole medical facility thing or the whole breeding experience. That would be in the past, and now we're moving on.