I was going to breakfast when Mimosa jumped out and said, "It would be another world rescue mission, but there is no jungle now. We have the whole of Eurasia as our territory."
Oh, that's fucking lovely. I thought, quite damn sarcastically. It's Fight Club, and I wouldn't have missed them much now. I mean, I'd just fucking recovered from eight weeks on a fucking fight club boat, so I'd have more of those pricks in my life. But what do you do when you have to save the world then you have to? That's my destiny, my job, and I do what I have to do.
So we're off to Portugal today for another bullfight club. The gig starts tomorrow. The men would have to work again, but as you can guess, they were already out partying. Well, that's an understandable reaction to the whole damn thing, and I could believe that at least Adam and Damon could take out their bad conscience and rage.
It had become apparent during the time I had been treating them they did not know what I had been going through. The demon had lied to them, and I remember the look on Damon's face and the flashes of horror and disbelief when Mimosa showed him the truth. The men had been so sure that I'd had a fucking great time cruising and had been victorious and always won everything easily.
Oh, how I wish I had. But it showed that ships and I, that's when things happen, right from the start. But Mimosa said that they would join in later if they felt up to it. Oh, that fate then knows.
I don't seem to have those wonderful moments when one minute here and another here, and then this shit rains down on me like a ton of bricks. For once, it would have been lovely to do this fucking world-saving job in a herd, to get it done easily, but it's just not my destiny to do it that way.
The flight went well. I passed on what jobs I could to the fleas, but I knew I had to remember to keep my finger on the pulse the whole time. Because if there's a problem somewhere, I have to be ready to do a mystery or sabotage. Suppose the situation calls for it.
It was hot in Portugal, and I went to a hotel to wait for the gig to start. Mimosa could help, but she had to be inside me at the fight clubs. I didn't have a house nearby, and the hotel was fine. Now I was in gig mode, not on holiday. Now it was time to put emotions and personal needs aside and get ready to save the world. I got Mimosa a decent meal every time. She'd be useful for mysteries and stuff.
This fight was terrible again. At least this time, it wasn't the division demon. It was the Dark Elf. As if it would be so much better now. But the dark elf is tasty and gives a fantastic boost, as long as you can always get to him.
Damon had somehow put my vampire side down, and it took me a while to get that side activated again. But the dark elf helped pretty damn quickly, and it was quite close I didn't change my appearance at some point. I had another week in every country and always several fight clubs. So it wasn't as hectic as on the ship, but now I was in a big arena. This was a slightly upgraded fight, with three bulls instead of one.
That there were usually only two or three clubs a week was a relief in itself that I might patch myself up somewhere in between, but in Germany, there were all 17 waiting again, so it would take longer. I thought Monaco would probably be a good place to be after this gig. It's not like my life is going from recovery to recovery when I always have to go to some gig where I get damaged. But hey, it's just life, and we go with the flow, wherever it takes us.
Portugal, Spain, France, Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, Denmark, England, Ireland, Scotland and Italy. I'd been on the road for almost three months, and the men were celebrating. And I was pissed off. It just pissed me off, and it pissed me off hard. I could understand it at first, but when I had to be on my own, do it on my own, and then I was supposed to be in the pack, it sucked when no one supported me.
Amidst the chaos of the fleas, my every spare moment was consumed by organizing and planning. To stay in shape, I dedicated my free time to the base, enduring IV treatments and handling business matters to keep the world rescue mission running smoothly. Magnum, Jake, and Rob were still unaware of my situation in America. Meanwhile, Colin was covering for Samuel at the clinic, indulging in parties and pleasure. It was my responsibility, my duty. Though I excelled at it, I couldn't shake the feeling that the pack wasn't fully supporting me.
Then came Germany. I stormed through all 17 clubs, my rage on full display. There was no calming down now. Sark was nowhere to be found, and these clubs were even worse than the ones on the ship. Weak from my previous ordeal, I fought my way through each establishment, giving it my all. The demons on the ship had been easy to dispatch because of the confined space and my expertise. But here, it was a different story. Shredding an elemental was a painstaking process, especially before it assumed human form. And to make matters worse, word had spread about my time on the ship, attracting opponents twice as formidable.
Fortunately, after Germany, there would be a respite from the relentless club battles for a few weeks. However, what I would do with my newfound time remained uncertain. First, I needed to regain my strength. Unfortunately, the German base lacked medical staff familiar with my unique body and physiology.
I made a promise to myself that amidst the chaos, I would carve out some free time for a long and adventurous road trip across Europe. I yearned to truly experience the countries and cities I had only glimpsed in passing. But for now, my life was a performance solely focused on the task at hand. Sightseeing and leisure would have to wait. Someday, I would embark on that epic road trip and savor every moment. But until then, unwavering concentration was my only option.
So what else did I have other than fight clubs? Well, pretty much I got directed to the fleas, we had just the right people to think of mysteries or sabotage, but me and Mimosa, well we were going to be busy in the next few countries when we had to use our radar and then search specific places for everything we needed. But Dresden and Constantine would come along and help us with that.
Our schedule was busy, and the flea business was always pressing on. There was no time to rest. But I did what I could and there were always fleas watching me eat and patching up any wounds I had, also Hugh came in when I was in Slovakia and insisted on scanning me, performing surgery to remove the demon blades inside me and binding some metals I had got on myself. He had also been under Jake's tutelage and didn't flinch at my rage at all, so I had to be a pleasant patient from time to time.
Austria, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Slovenia, and Switzerland were countries where there were no fight clubs. But there were killings: street fights, mystery solving, frame-ups, and searches.
Mimosa was quite useful in creating chaos. You took one Mimosa out and put it in a dog dress with a real, tutu hem. Then we got a pretty good-sized dildo from a sex shop and put it in Mimosa's cunt. Then, Mimosa went off into the middle of the town crossroads to sigh and come. Quite a few cars stopped and tried to help the poor dog or the poor wolf, but Mimosa dodged all the helpers. Mimosa made it all the way to the newspapers. It was a genuine mystery who would be such a cruel animal torturer. Mimosa herself said she got a wonderful ride. Because she always chose the aids that were put on her.
With our radar, we searched for targets in every country, so the wizards went with us. Dresden and Constantine looked on for a long time when Mimosa insisted on showing them this trick, and, let's just say, they had quite a good look on their faces.
Dresden almost thought of putting me in a collar when we were walking long distances through a town when I always had to search for at least 13 targets. And now I noticed a minor problem there. I found out why I was so stubborn about going after Sark. Because he showed up on my radar. Dresden cursed so thoroughly when chasing Sark, which wasn't one thing. We just had to find the targets. Dresden kept me tightly under control and when Sark got far enough away, he disappeared from my radar. And I hadn't even told Adam about my radar yet.
I did a lot of cooperation with Higgins now that Magnum was in America and Higgins was free, so I took her along almost all the time, although the bastard Dresden went to tell me about the radar and gave Higgins permission to tell Magnum too.
Oh fuck, if the sergeant major found out, there'd be someone on every fucking base watching me. I found that when I'd been on my own and had to fend for myself, that kind of thought irritated me, although on the one hand, I knew they'd keep me safe and my welfare and safety were at stake, but even then, it irritated me.
I was getting stronger, more resilient and being watched over did not really suit my new look of life. I did not need babysitters hanging around me, even I actually need them.
What I had gotten from fight clubs through the ages was weapons. Swords, sabres, whips, lashes, other beat weapons and drugs. When the fuckers had to be killed, they were always so well stocked, so I got a lot of drugs, and if I went somewhere in my house, I made some kind of medbay. I hadn't really ordered any supplies, but the fleas could get me anything from time to time. I then had cupboards full of different medicines and one day it would be good to go through them.
I drank from my victims, now then I had to kill a few supernaturals or eat them and then kill them, leave the evidence behind so the vampires would see it as food and curiosity got the better of them soon the vampires would start hunting demons more eagerly.
And once the demons were preyed upon by the vampires, they wouldn't be so eager to go to work in the naughty medicine factories, and there would be another good thing: a human is easier to kill than a demon, and a human, even if armed, is less dangerous than a demon. I've experienced it myself.
Higgins was strict, almost as strict as Magnum and when I told her about the fight club ship and what I experienced there, she asked " You have a telepathic husband, why don't you let him help you, blur those memories, aren't those the things you should keep."
I replied, "Damon used my memories against me once, so I haven't let him look into them since. I won't give him any weapons or anything."
Higgins was silent. After a moment of reflection, she said, " But if he's changed, if he too learns from his mistakes."
I shook my head and said, " Too big a risk. I have a photographic, supernatural memory, and it's not a good thing to have. Memories are always associated with emotions and feelings, so they are weapons against me. I won't give him that power."
Higgins sighed. She clearly didn't understand and couldn't bear to explain Damon's multidimensionality. She was woman in love; I knew she had genuine feelings for Magnum.
But we kept going. We were saving the world, and then I realized I was not alone. I've got the fleas with me, and even if the men or my pack haven't finished partying yet, I've always got help. My other pack, my family. You just have to know how to ask, and you can always get help. I was learning to this.
I have made quite a few iterations on fleas during the time and it is always the same; they are there for me. But now, in this latest version, well, I am no longer only leader, no, this is Damon and mine joint thing and let me just say that it was not easy for me to let him came true part of them and be co-leader with me. Dreams do come true but they are not I thought they are. Try to go on mission with powerful telepath who protects you, knows how reckless you are, what you can do, so I have to have wonderful plan whenever I go and I won't go alone.