In Poland, I spent a couple of weeks in total, then moved over to Switzerland and Austria. In Austria, I bought a house again. When I got such a good recommendation.
I had met this white witch called Bridgette a couple of weeks before, and she knew this house was for sale. I bought it. I had been expanding my network as much as possible during the gigs.
Bridgette was pleasant company. I did not know how much fun it was to be with another woman. The Austrian house was a big white one with black trim on the windows and doors. It was six stories high, on top of its little mountain almost, well out of the way of the others.
Mimosa and I had our own game there, which was quite cruel. We had a huge plot of land and I'd been talking to a couple of guys about these bad guys and they'd made a fence on my plot. It was partly in the woods and you couldn't get away from it.
I and Mimosa would kidnap the victims, and take them to the enclosure and it was called, "Survive the Night". If the victim was alive in the morning, he would be free. Then I would just let Mimosa come out and she could do her part, too. It was important for Mimosa to get some action too, to kill the bad guys. And when we didn't tell Adam anything about it. Of course, we were efficient enough, no one survived, and we got to have some fun.
In the morning I just registered the victims, and the truck came to pick them up. Then during the day I was decorating and putting the house in order. I found flower columns and various drawers, shelves, and racks.
I was completely amused by this latest question I asked myself. "Where could I fuck? Is this the possibility of exoticism?"
In the evenings I went out to collect the victims, but even they were getting pretty scarce. I should probably move on soon. It was a fun job. I knew shooting fast was the easy way out, but when I got to feel the Mimosa satisfaction of how we were punishing these victims, I couldn't help but be satisfied myself. I might someday work on them just by myself too. Kill them slowly.
I'd been in the Austrian house for over a week when my phone rang, an unknown number. I was just about to leave, but I'll answer it then. It could be a member of the pack whose number I didn't have yet.
"Mimi Salvatore."
Someone sighed. It was Damon. I furrowed my brow.
"Baby, thank god you answered, I lost the phone where I had your number and I had to dig it out. I was in Portugal when I got that Elder business done. There was a Brutus here who knew you and your number. Where are you staying? Can we spend some time alone again? I'm totally free. When I went to get my phone and did a job, the phone disappeared somewhere. I guess it fell out. Don't worry, when I noticed it was gone, I sent it a wipe code from my work phone, which wipes it clean, completely."
Oh, that sort of thing. I didn't know he could do that.
I replied in a rather amused tone. "Yeah, or off duty, I've been a busy little wife again. I bought a house for myself and for you if you want to come from Austria. I also bought a house in Poland. I have now discovered the beauty of buying a house. I've widened my network a bit. Adam sent me away when he came to do some gigs and I've been sniping and killing, but contacts are calling me about this and that and asking me questions. Pretty soon, I feel like some kind of leader. Responsibilities are coming my way."
Damon laughed and said, "Fine, give me the address and I'll be there the day after tomorrow. Then baby, let's get that house sanctified, and let's do it right. And one of these days we're going to dedicate the house of Poland too. Oh, that we need to have more sex holidays and so many houses to fuck through. I hope there are flower pillars."
Oh, the Lord was in a lively mood.
I said, "There are flower columns and everything. If you want to do more than fuck, I can show you mine and Mimosa's new hobby. It might be just up to your alley."
Damon asked, "What hobby? Well, anyway, I'll be there the night after tomorrow and this is my new phone now, so you can put the number down."
I said, " Fine, see you in the evening so you can see our little hobby first."
He hung up, and so did I. Bridgette looked amused. She had obviously heard what we were going to do.
I had given Bridgette the use of one big walk-in closet. She had spell books and potions and everything. She put a lock on the door and was always doing something in there. I was so efficient during the day, usually on gigs, that I didn't mind.
Bridgette said nothing about me and Mimosa, even as a white witch she didn't like torturers or other bad people and she had a sense of justice. It was like she had rules and a limitation that she had to work within, but that didn't stop her from enjoying when others could do more than she could.
I still decorated during the day, put the house in order, and then caught quite a few victims to enjoy when Damon would come. I would like to see his reaction to this. Mimosa was very excited. We had thirteen victims; I kept them in the shed before the game started. Seven men and six women. Vicious immoral killers and torturers all. I was being a good wife, willing to share.
Damon came when he said he would. I could see his car driving a long way away. It's a good thing I have my mountain almost so I can see if someone is driving down the road that leads to my house. I was sitting near the window.
I went outside to wait. Damon finally got out and parked his car. He got out of the car, looked at the house, and smiled genuinely when he saw me.
He said " Oh baby, what a castle. Wow, what a place. How about we go inside?"
I said, " I'll show you mine and Mimosa's hobby first. Mimosa wants to get prey so well, that I've kidnapped the ones to be killed and brought them here. I have a forced fence and I put the victims in the enclosure tonight. It's partly wooded. The name of the game is that if they're still alive in the morning, they get their freedom. But as you know, Mimosa has no mercy and is damn good at what she does, so in the morning I just register my victims and a transport truck comes to pick up the loot."
Damon looked for a moment, furrowed his brows, and thought as if to say it clearly but diplomatically, " Baby, that's risky. What if someone gets away, or attacks you? I understand the need to hunt."
I convinced my husband by showing him.
I said, " Fine, come with me. I have thirteen victims, men, and women, all bad guys. You get to see how good I am at this and if you want to, let Smoke play too."
Damon grunted and said, "Fine, I won't take a Smoke because he's a fucking machine, not a beast. We'd be in bed together in no time, but can I watch this? But baby, let's put you in charge. Mimosa is quite happy. Now it's your turn to show me what you can do. Maybe I might play a bit for myself, too."
I nodded. We went into the enclosure and I explained to the victims the name of the game, Damon was hiding watching. I let also my vampire side show a bit, to get my victims scared enough so this would be fun. I changed into my wolf form and went hunting. It was satisfying.
The men were easy to find and then I noticed my husband had joined in the game as I watched him drink the woman down brutally. She whimpered and cried, weakened, and then died.
Damon grinned with his bloody mouth and said, " Tasty, let's see who can kill the most. They are so beautifully scared. Fun game, baby." He darted into the shadows to find the next victim.
By morning, we had killed all. I had killed five while Damon had taken care of the rest. He was pretty damn tuned up. I told him about Bridgette and mentioned that she was a witch. Bridgette would be back at the house in the morning so Damon could meet her.
I didn't even know where Bridgette lived. She stayed with me part of the time, but not for many days in a row. We went inside for a shower and breakfast when Bridgette would come. Damon was impatient, as always. He was in a very dominant mood. Just had a night's worth of hunting. He was dominant, ready to show me my place.
A good chase and prey got his dick well done and he would go around the house after his shower, went to see the master bedroom. I'd made it pastel now, soft pretty tones, soft warmer materials. Damon grunted at me, and I just looked innocently at him. A little 1-0 was made. He saw me as a challenge. Like I said, he was in a mood that he was rarely, actually. I had not seen him so much after hunting. A vampire.
We went downstairs when I saw Bridgette's mini driving down the road. She came into the house and looked at Damon. She smiled mysteriously, and I introduced them. Damon was coolly polite and just raised one eyebrow questioningly. They shook hands, and Bridgette seemed immune to Damon's charm, even though he smiled seductively. I went to the kitchen to make the coffee.
Damon followed, pressing himself against me, and nipping my neck. Quite sharply and said, "That's a pretty strong white witch. Be careful, those should be good, but something in me is fighting back. And I actually don't understand why I can see how it's been good for you to have company. But we could actually go off to Switzerland, just the two of us, without company, if you like. If we get a house there together again."
I nodded and said, "That's fine. Bridgette is good company, and she comes around now and then. I think you're just a little irritated that she's resistant to your charms."
Damon just grunted in response, and I finished my coffee. He was still all over me. Like he would be just ready to take me and then this was stopping him. I was not sure how wild a time we would have.
Bridgette came into the kitchen and said to me. "I'd like to talk to Damon for a minute, if you don't mind. "
I said, "Yeah, go ahead. I'm going upstairs to get my supplies. This one wants to go to Switzerland."
I went upstairs and got my bag and some other supplies. I was packing my clothes, some of them had been used for a little while but they smelled fresh yet.
Bridgette said to Damon, "You are really who you are supposed to be, and I can help you a little, not a lot, but a little. I can't tell you anything and I have to do this for us to have a wonderful future. This is one of my jobs. You won't remember any of this, but it will reveal all in time if things go as they should. You will have the wrong memory then when you come out."
Damon looked puzzled at the witch for a moment and said, "I really don't know what you are even talking about, but I have heard that you white witches can see the future, so I think I know what you are talking about,"
Bridgette laughed, and Damon felt a peace he had never felt. Bridgette was wearing one of Mimi's wedding jewelry, a pendant with three stones in her hand. She took his hand in hers. Damon felt the power of the witch and realized that this was something more than just a white witch.
He somehow almost left his body and almost went into the jewelry and then he fell asleep. He stayed tuned in. The need to get fucked and dominate women stayed. He had this love for Mimi and he wanted her to be safe. He was now whole and his core was now free, with no evil inside him, but he was asleep.
Damon blinked his eyes and Bridgette just said, "As I said, I'm just a white witch and I'm helping Mimi. I mean her no harm. I wish you two luck and success."
Damon replied. "Yeah, I believe you."
He couldn't remember anything that had just happened or what Bridgette had said, only to assure him she meant him no harm and that she was good. And also immune to Damon. For some reason, that thing bothered him mildly. He wasn't used to women not falling for him.
When I came down. Damon looked a little dazed, but his expression brightened when he saw me.
Damon said, " Nice house, and one day we'll dedicate and redecorate it."
I laughed. Damon went out to start the car when Bridgette came up to me. She handed me a piece of jewelry. This was one piece of jewelry Damon had given me as a vampire wedding present. A pendant and I remembered how it had been right between my breasts.
Bridgette said, "Put your jewelry away. It might come in handy one day. Put it in one of those safes of yours. Damon dropped this,"
I said, " Thank you, or I dropped it myself. You can stay here if you like. You have the key, and we need to get out of here again."
I looked at Bridgette and went to put the jewelry in the safe downstairs.
We set off for a drive to Switzerland and on the way, Damon had another slight problem when I was a naughty wife. I could feel how he was so ready, and he was so a good victim of my little teasing.
Well, he found places to stop, took me out of the car, ripped my underpants off my legs, spread my legs, and ruthlessly shoved his thick hard cock into my cunt, fucked me roughly, dominantly and until I was always limp and satisfied, then the gentleman lifted me into the front seat of the car to sit without my underpants and drove off.
Well, I recovered and continued to harass Damon. He took one of his hands, told me to turn sideways so my pussy was facing him, spread my legs, and shoved three fingers in my cunt as he drove, making me squirm pretty hard and come hard twice. Until he parked again and he now just pulled his pants off and came on top of me, fucked me in the front seat of the car violently, passionately, and held me under him, dominated, trapped my hands, and did all the tricks he could to get me aroused and properly.
We finally got to Switzerland, and he had already bought us a house from there smiling smugly as he carried me into the main bedroom of our five-story grey and plastered house, which was now gold, navy blue, silver, and blood red.
The house was fully decorated, and I realized Damon had actually done a hell of a lot of the decorating himself, getting flower columns and everything you could fuck in. So that's what we did. It seemed like every time we bought a house; it became more or less a sex den for the two of us. This was a pretty damn perfect life.
We fucked the entire house as well as we could and we didn't eat. Damon drank my blood and stuffed me, so we didn't need any kind of sustenance other than each other.
Finally, I lay on top of Damon again, in our bedroom. I was so fucking happy and tired. We both smelled of sweat, sex, and passion, and we were exhausted. I fell asleep listening to the already calmed heart of Damon, his stroking my body. He was the perfect mattress.
Evil was nervous. It had awakened and taken a copy of the good, even the core, and put it away. Meaning that someday for that copy to awaken, it would just be good without him. But if he could get this body into himself, then he could fight back. The thought was intriguing, but the evil was restless. The witch had not been a witch, but almost like Mother Nature herself. The power radiating from this had made the evil spirit sink into him, and he worked hard to separate it.
The witch had weakened him, knew of him, and had strengthened the core as well. It had caused the core to be clearer, more aware of itself and its powers. He had kept the core confused, manipulated, and weak so that if the core ever surfaced, it would actually be emotionless and would not suspect hurting the invincible. Eroding their love. But if the core continued to grow stronger, and gain awareness, then he could not know what would come of it. He was now weakened but continued to separate the evil spirit from himself.