Fine, then I went back to the flea work; I first went to the base in Pennsylvania and started wondering if I would buy another mansion. I had been doing paperwork or being at the base for a week now, and yes, there was plenty to do. Adam had gotten into Bran's business again, but Jake and Rob were both there. I didn't tell them anything about the six weeks even though I could have, but I didn't want to be a victim anymore.
I'd like another mansion, just for me, like Pennsylvania had, but where? I went for a drive. I was available, and I had a Rolls-Royce, a big one with a multi-piece compartment with a lot of stuff in it, and it hadn't been filled yet. I could always stop from time to time at a base and empty it there.
The idea of my trip was to empty the safe deposit boxes. I sang and enjoyed myself. Mimosa would sit free now and then and enjoy putting her snout out and enjoying the ride. We came to New Jersey. I had eight lockers and just stumbled upon the perfect house—my mansion.
It was just pure coincidence, as this real estate company was next to the bank. As I was walking by it, I saw this gorgeous blue, magnificent mansion for sale. It had been for quite a while when it wasn't cheap. There would again be a pond, sauna, outbuildings, and a vast lot filled with flowers, berries, and fruit. It was frankly perfect. I bought it.
I emptied the lockers, and now, I had an accumulation of gold ingots on this trip. I had gloves on when I handled them, but it was just beautiful metal to look at; all those ingots, oh, that. We then went to our mansion and started exploring it. It was even more magnificent than Pennsylvania, and there were more rooms than I realized, secret passages, and many fun things.
I was in touch with Adam. He was really into solving Bran's problems, so the flea business was then part of my life, and I was a very popular creature again. I made a study here, too, which I carefully closed in case anyone else came to visit.
Adam's folks came by while I was going through the mansion. It would take them a week, but we could do some more driving and filling up our car in the meantime. Mimosa was free again; she practiced hard and could always stay away from me, but she didn't always want to. We toured the nearby states. I went to the base to see what was going on. I might have left some supplies there to fit more in the car.
I was in Tallahassee when I received a surprise visit. I was in one bank and about to leave when Wulfe approached me.
He took me down the alley and said, "I can help again, maybe help you in the right direction, but I won't always be nice then, and you may hate me sometimes, my unicorn, but I will do everything for you, not any prophecy or anything like that but what I see in you and what I think you should do. I have an instinct. I am an ancient creature. My motives are not black and white, but my unicorn, one day, shall understand."
I nodded and looked at the vampire more closely; he was young, 13-14 years old, not fully developed, or between a child and an adult. Although his hair was almost white, dark eyebrows and dark eyes made a contrast; his skin was vampire pale, and he smelt of burning bush. I know what it smells like, as I have also burnt bushes in Australia.
I said, "Do you have a bloodlust?" I stuck out my wrist.
He touched my wrist, brushed my veins, and sighed. "As lovely as you taste, my unicorn, you're not mine to eat. Now, listen carefully. "
I nodded. Wulfe's voice was soft, like some kind of enchantment. Mimosa was in the car, and Mirella was still asleep. So only I would hear this.
" What is too good to be true is not true except what breaks the idyll. Remember that. The one you trust, whose friendship you trust, is playing a dirty game, and that friend doesn't mean to you any good. If you're sure of your feelings, whoever they are for, don't hesitate to show them. Remember to react. The white volcano will not erupt so badly if you react. And you should not trust the dark volcano. It is a treacherous path, and you should not go there. The path can lead to darkness. Sometimes someone can find someone they love, but love can be shared. Sometimes your greatest loss will be your greatest salvation. Love and lust belong together, but lust can be multiformed. Never deny yourself."
I said to him, "Thank you, for some reason , I trust you, now, I do not know do you play vampire politics but if you do, I have information. I have photographic memory, everything I hear, see or feel will say with me so I have lot of information what does not help me, Damon, I do not trust with it, Bran should not know and Adam is not a vampire."
Wulfe tilted his head, now his expression was much sharper, and he said, "I too, am telepath, so it is better if you just think of discussions, one can never know who might listen."
I nodded, let him see in my thoughts lot of vampire discussion back when I originally met dexter and Murdock plus few other times.
His expression was quite somber, he was thinking something, and he said slowly, "yes, of course..how did I not see this?" He looked at me, and said, "Now, I will remove few bits of this in your mind, from your backup too, so there is no fear that the one who might use this against you, can't find it. You have just given me direction, my unicorn, we shall meet in the future, in pleasant times and not so nice times but there is always reason what I do."
Sharp pain lance through my mind, leaving me confused, and it took little time pain to fade and me to be able to think clearly.
Wulfe smiled and walked away, then disappeared at vampire speed before I could say a word. I stood still for a moment, knowing that I would remember all those words and maybe one day I would understand some of them. I walked to my car and told Mimosa what Wulfe had said, but Mimosa made no comment. We drove for another three days, and then we returned to the mansion, which was now super secure, and all the secret passages had been gone through.
As I stepped into the mansion, I was immediately struck by its inviting interior. The warm wooden floors creaked beneath my feet, adding to the charm of the place. The beautiful, old floral wallpaper on the walls was a sight to behold, with intricate patterns and vivid colors that seemed to come alive in the natural light.
I couldn't help but feel inspired by the space, imagining how I could decorate it to make it my own. The large, bright windows that had been renovated were perfect for letting in natural light and creating a warm, cozy atmosphere. I could already picture the curtains I would hang, the way they would billow in the breeze and the way the sunlight would filter through the delicate fabric.
The walls were vast and offered plenty of space for me to get creative. I had brought with me a beautiful tapestry and some hides that I could use to prevent the sound from echoing too loudly. As I looked around, I knew this mansion was the perfect canvas for my artistic vision, and I couldn't wait to get started.
There wasn't too much old furniture, so we could buy pretty much everything new and then decorate it to our heart's content. We started putting it together, and that's where Mirella jumped out of my head for the first time. She was taller than me, quite a bit like a Higgins and Maria Bello cross.
I'd had quite a few gold bars and had been decorating the room for a couple of weeks. Mirella always came back to my head at night, and Mimosa hadn't come loose yet. She had been inside me since I met Wulfe, and I suspected Miss Wolf knew something about it but couldn't tell me. I hadn't slept.
I was having too much fun, and I was decorating, even painting a couple of rooms; well, I had good air conditioning and a quick call to Colin told me that the fumes shouldn't bother me that much. I had just finished the huge bedroom upstairs, and now I wasn't sure who to dedicate it to. Adam was an excellent choice, and he had sounded quite predatory when I called and told him about my mansion.
As I made my way downstairs, I wondered if any packages had arrived. Mirella was busy working on the front door frames, so I checked. I was surprised to see that she had carved some intricate runes and patterns into them and was now filling them with melted gold.
Curious, I asked her what she was doing. She turned around to face me and explained that the patterns she was etching into the door frames were ancient vampire ways. By displaying them, we were telling all the vampires in the area that we were rich and dangerous. She added that if we were wealthy enough to make real gold ornaments for our door frames, we would be powerful and not easily fooled.
Mirella described the patterns on the frames, which included our names—Lady Mimi Salvatore, Lady Mimosa, and Mirella. She also shared that the patterns showed we were both vampires and werewolves, but she hadn't added a shapeshifter yet.
As I looked at the decorative runes and patterns, I couldn't help but feel fascinated by the vampire language. Mirella continued to decorate the frames with gold, violet, and black paint, and the doorways ended up looking very dramatic and vampy. The gold-filled patterns gleamed in the light, and the violet and black paint added to an eerie touch.
Overall, the door frames were beautiful and truly vampy. I couldn't wait to see the reactions of any visiting vampires. I'd ordered some big hides and robes, and I started hanging them on the walls. That was fun, too—to put the mansion in order and talk to Mirella about anything.
Then we made a pleasure room for the girls. We had a shitload of rooms in the mansion, and we got down to business. A big Jacuzzi with a set of nozzles. A big cupboard for aids and stuff. A big round revolving bed.
Then we studied it. Me, Mimosa and Mirella. At first, we could take care of ourselves, and then it just got a bit to where we were all on top of each other. Mimosa's tongue was amazing. My god, that wolf, how to work with her tongue. I was screaming my head off, and Mirella wouldn't shut up either. Mimosa tasted like cotton candy. I showed Mimosa how good I was with my mouth. I showed Mirella that, too.
We tried a lot of different aids, from big hard dildos to small clitoral butterflies. The arousal gel was great and came in different colors and different strengths. You had to be patient enough to start with a mild one, or you'd soon be shoving as big a fake cock inside you as you could fit. And yes, we did an experiment; we could have huge fake cocks in our cunts, and we could kiss with Mirella or with Mimosa, and oh, how we drank each other's blood.
The girls' pleasure room was pretty quickly sanctified, so to speak, and the smell didn't really go away. Anyone who came into the room would quickly smell what was happening. Strawberry and cotton candy smelled pretty strong in there. Mirella's smell, the tutti-frutti, wasn't very prominent.
Damon wasn't even talking in my head, and I didn't wonder about it. I called Adam now and then and told him about the pleasant room for the girls. Adam was pretty quiet about it and I knew we would one day show this. We had a good time, and I was in a good mood and felt that nothing would spoil the fun. Magnum was back from Australia; he had stopped briefly at the mansion to pick up the information and promised to take care of the fleas.
I went to the shop the other day when we were running out of everything, and Mirella knew a lot of fucking recipes. We had now moved on to cooking. I had been to various ethnic shops looking for spices, and we cooked together. Mimosa and Mirella had both stayed at the mansion when I went to the shop.
I picked up the cart and started gathering produce. I smelled the passionfruit and Damon's cologne, crept closer, and heard his soft voice talking to someone, which made me stop. For a moment, I thought I might have been able to seduce Damon to come with me or even talk to him, but when the woman's voice answered, my heart somehow broke.
From the smell, I recognized and knew this was totally Damon. Not a fuck machine. Fine, I won't show myself. I gathered a pack magic from Adam and Samuel, but not Damon. I boosted it with my willpower and disguised myself. I walked along the shelf, listened, and slipped forward until I saw Damon.
With another woman in a shop. We hadn't been in a shop together except in England, not at any other time. He was kissing her passionately, teasing her, chatting with her, about anything and everything. They talked and discussed. This woman was no fool, and I saw Damon didn't even have his ring on his finger. I didn't smell any burning fires, so he wasn't out for blood. So much for this being a fucking machine.
Now I knew better. Apparently, it wasn't all just sex, and I wasn't about to tell Damon that I saw. The pain that squeezed my heart was almost too much again. I didn't want to feel like this, but I remembered what Wulfe had said about reacting.
Now that I couldn't listen to the explanations and the lies. I was furious. I decided that enough was enough. Now I'm going to go to the gigs and do them to the fucking hilt. Let him spend time with his woman. I mean, his women. Another woman came through the shelf and got a genuine kiss and a caress and everything.
The pain subsided as my rage came out and somehow combined with my willpower to where I felt like I was going to crack from the force. I just wasn't enough anymore; we didn't seem to exist anymore, and I just had to learn to accept it. Apparently I was too broken. Too weird. I ran away and now he's just my doctor. I walked to the end of the store, kept my disguise on, and walked through the entire store at the same pace.
I tortured myself. Damon was the perfect boyfriend, promising romantic dinners, and again taking the ladies to a concert. I then decided I wasn't a victim. I could leave a little sign that I was in the shop. My rage surfaced more and more. So, just as I was going out the front door, I bit my finger just enough to get a drop of blood. And let it drip onto the floor.
I rushed to my car and drove off in my Rolls Royce. All I could see in the rearview mirror was Damon looking sharply across the parking lot, holding the jar in his teeth. I drove off.
I then arrived at the mansion and let my rage be on full display. As I carried the food supplies inside, I told Mirella and Mimosa everything. Neither of the girls understood, and neither did I. I didn't even want to. That Damon wasn't talking in my mind only confirmed what I knew had been real. And even then, he might twist my relationship with Adam so much that I'd feel bad about it.
Not anymore. My rage, my emotions were a fucking mess, that I hadn't slept in six months played a part, and I spent two days in the mansion, white hair, in a black lace dress with my vampire side on full display and my bloodlust pretty fucking intense. Luckily, we had a blood room where I could sit, sip fucking powerful blood, and talk in a low, seductive voice. Vampire pheromones are on full display.