When I woke up in the morning, my neck was sore. My stomach, my sides, and my ribs were sore because I remembered Damon breaking my ribs several times. Even my thighs were sore. But the dress covered everything up. Except now I had a very visible vampire bite mark on my neck. He showed it to me in the mirror. I was truly his, even as a vampire, too. Somehow, my vampire side was sedated, too, but it was not happy at all. It didn't want to belong to anyone, and I guess my alpha side was too not so happy, but drugs were strong, and this creature was going to ensure that I remained his victim, fully under control. I was already fully medicated when Damon helped me put on my dress for the day.
I could feel my belly cavity full, and Damon rubbed it with happiness. Apparently, I was already gelled. We went downstairs for food and breakfast. Again, there was the press. I wondered to myself how I cut the cake yesterday, how I was normal, how we danced, and yet I was up to my eyeballs in tranquilizers the whole time, just like today. But as my husband is a very powerful telepath, he somehow kept me in a kind of remote control, almost controlling my body and also everyone's minds.
The day went on as the day before. I was heavily drugged the whole time, and now there wasn't even a terrible option to resist because this was controlling me so damn completely. Oh, the Original boys were here, and Damon wouldn't put up with those two no matter what. But I didn't start to analyze it, as I was always in the grip of the duration flank. And they didn't notice anything strange about my behavior either. I could sense Damon's dislike towards them, and I think nothing about it as it was not my business.
My business was to ensure that I was a good victim, an unruly target for flanks and jelly, so Damon had to keep his attention on me and my behavior. What was interesting was his genuine friendship with Jake and Rob. He told them to remember to keep me safe, out of harm's way, and continue to be bodyguards in gigs. It was like he had given them instructions at some point on how to keep me safe, and I had no idea what those were or why he trusted them.
Then we were sitting on one swing. There were several of them, very nice looking, and I could see myself reading some marvellous book in them or taking a nap; I was not thinking anything naughty, just something that I could do to myself.
Damon whispered in my ear. "Darling, remember this is our wedding. We are a married couple now. Why, in god's name, do you think doing all those things alone? Am I nothing to you?"
Fine, let's not think like that then. Let's be creative and try to come up with what we could actually do together. I was starting to dream of having chickens here. I mean, this is a big place with a lot of space. They were the same kind of fancy chickens I had in Australia, and then I would collect the eggs from under them, and we would sit on the swing, watching the chickens' doing.
Damon chuckled lowly and said, "Not bad, darling, not bad at all."
I continued my daydreaming, well, I was vet, and I saw myself helping wildlife with Damon, he was good with animals. Maybe he might be vet someday, we could have clinic together. He again commented and liked my ideas.
But when I remembered my Formula career he said to me, "Didn't Magnum made it clear enough for you? Way too risky and besides it is not woman's thing. You are too adrenaline junkie."
He seemed to go through my memories from that time very carefully. I did remember how Magnum had more or less ripped me new asshole because my recklessness on formulas and there had been Sark's people sabotaging my car so I would have gotten in nasty accident and they would have gotten me. So that career had to be scrapped. Bummer, though, it was really fun.
Nic and Elias seemed to be indifferent to us; they were not interested in me, and it was like Nick had forgotten the last wedding altogether. I wondered about that, and Then I noticed Damon smiled in satisfaction. Oh, my husband is so fucking strong that he can influence original vampires. Well, that's the knowledge that's very healthy to have in your head, so never even try to underestimate this specimen. We ate, we drank, and we socialized. We were on camera.
I was sedated up to my eyes. I tried to come up with different animals that we could have, from chickens to alpacas and rabbits. Jarod and Miss Parker talked to us several times, and I had to be the very enthusiastic wife, wrapping myself around Damon all the time. Damon did not hate Jarod, not at all but he somehow saw him competitor, he analyzed Jarod as much he analyzed Damon. I saw several times then that Bran tried to talk to either one of them and even Miss Parker was not taken by Bran.
Now I was wearing a silver metallic-looking dress. It was as if I was wearing molten metal. It once again showed off all my forms. Or their lack of them. Like always, there were many vampire women at these parties. Our grand wedding, and probably most of them, is on Damon's phone. I could hear very many times when some of them called me flat or midget. Even Child Bride was one name that these vampire women had for me.
Damon heard every word. And I could feel his tension. The day progressed, and he kept hearing these vampire women uttering their opinions on me. It is just it made him so much more dangerous, and somehow, I knew he would unload that rage in me and my body, but I am unkillable. It is just pain, right? The evening came, and the same thing happened. I had so many strong drinks that they badly went to my head.
Damon had such energy within him; he oozed danger almost, and I had been sitting on the bench, sedated and confused, as Damon had gone by to talk to some male vampires, well, of course, these Vampirellas, as I call them, had come up to him, trying to seduce. Well, he took them somewhere a little more private place and came back alone; I could see a faint dusting of ash on the sleeve of his satin shirt. He did this to several women. First, he drugged me, put me somewhere safe to sit, and then he took out those bitches.
I had no idea how many he killed in our wedding. He was enjoying himself, but I knew it wouldn't make much of a difference in nighttime activities; he had heard enough male fleas talking about me, about my bravery, my willingness to save everyone, and how good a leader I was. How determined and cruel I could be to my enemies. He positioned us so he could hear as much as possible, so he could get as much as possible out of controlling me.
All day long, I had been receiving a steady stream of threats about when everyone would be a victim. He even showed me how he coated the needle of a flank syringe with his own blood. Even though some celebs left yesterday, there were still so many good victims. One thing that made him very angry was that Charles danced with me.
He was talking to Magnum about some vampire problem, and Charles had just come and taken him to dance with him. But Charles noticed nothing weird about me. Once again, a furious telepath showed his might to me. Yeah, I was good. We went back up at the end of the night, and the same thing happened. He was loaded and ready to enjoy himself.
I was unconscious before I could really even react. And I came to when I was hurt. My ribs were broken. My stomach was on fire, my mind muddled up by drugs and also his psychic influence; somehow, I could feel that too; it was almost scary how confused and helpless one goddamn powerful telepath could make me.
I stood up, and Damon opened the jugular with a machete. He sliced open my windpipe. Many times. He stabbed me, and hard. He took my entire chest and squeezed. It was the roughest night yet, and I was incredibly sore in the morning. And I was medicated. Now I was awake when he started jelling, and I could feel this purple jelly covering every organ, and it was coming under my skin now.
The dress of the day was tiger skin that went all the way to the surface. I was so sore that I didn't even try to move anything extra. Damon could always feel where I was sore and loved to press on those spots. That's usually when I'd collapse against him and just try to hold on. Then, he always stopped at some point when he noticed I was about to pass out from the pain, full-on. Threatening continued the steady stream, and so did killing vampire bitches too.
I was sitting in this huge swing again. The canopy kept me cool and comfortable, but I was so drugged and dizzy that I could not even move. Damon was once again talking to a vampire. One guy approached me. Damon turned around, and the guy went away, holding a napkin on his nose.
When Damon came to sit next to me, he said, "If I ever find one, even one of those guys from that singles cruise, I will kill them mercilessly. This is the promise, darling. "
Somehow, I understood he was watching these guys, and if any of them were from the ship, he was actively looking for them. I kept my expression neutral, not thinking of even one of them because they were now Damon's targets. I focused again on looking at people's clothes, patterns, what fabric they were, and whether they would use them.
Damon commented in a very soft voice in my mind, whether my choices were spot on or not. I was wondering if that fabric is feeling nice on my skin, whereas Damon looked purely as if it looked good. I was a comfort-seeking creature. Not so much trying to look good, but trying to feel good.
He told Adam and the others how we were going to leave tonight and go to the Azores for a few weeks. Adam had some little pussy attached to him again, as did Samuel and Bran. And Magnum. Now, the Original brothers were nowhere to be seen all day, and Damon always kept my hand to himself, and I could feel him watching my thoughts.
He kept me very drugged, so I leaned on him most of the evening and tried to stay awake even. He had killed, I have no idea how many vampire women during this wedding, and I was not thinking much of anything but trying to operate my body, not fall heap onto the ground.
When evening came, we had another strong drink. Several of them. By that time, the castle had been emptied of guests, and Adam and others had left, too, with their pussies. I heard Bran saying Damon, something about a party, and Damon whispered something to Bran in a quiet voice, but even as drugged as I was, I could still smell a pungent and acidic smell of genuine fear emanating from Bran.
Then we got in the car, and he put me in the back seat and lowered the seat back again. He tied my hands to the hook in the trunk and jellied my stomach with turquoise jelly. Mimosa and Mirella had gotten into my head, and Damon had stunned both of them at the same time. I knew that Damon had killed several vampire women in such a way that Mirella had noticed, and I was not sure why it was. Why did he show Mirella what vampire women's faith is if they did something to him?
He rubbed the jelly all over my belly cavity. Pressing and squeezing to make sure it sank in everywhere. I was all gelled up, but this was a different medicine, and for some reason, this one endured. Even though I was helpless and drugged, this was a different feeling than that before and also with Bran's jelly. It wasn't a wonderful feeling, but it made me so tired that I fell asleep. I slept through the drive after Damon had lifted up my seat and put my seatbelt on.
I woke up tied to the table, and Damon was sitting on the bar stool again, waiting. "Good morning, student. Let's get this over with. Now, it is time for you to learn a few things. What to do and what not to do, or what will come out of those actions that I haven't approved."
His three knives were ready, but there were more. He started again with ten strokes and broke my ribs. He did this for a while. Then he turned me over on my stomach. Now, it was ten strokes and spines. There were some ribs, but the occipital ribs were excellent targets now. He had drugs in reserve, too, and this boy was angry, furious now. He let it show. I could feel his wrath on my skin, and the pain was almost all of my life. But I was drugged, and my voicebox was put down so I wouldn't scream; he took all of his frustrations on my body, teaching me as cruelly and painfully as he could.
Sometimes it was a drugged standing up again, so he had to slit my entire neck open. Fear and horror. He was calming me down. He healed me now and then with his own blood and continued. He kept talking about those 21 men on that cruise. This was the punishment for them. A lesson, he said, that it didn't matter if we were married or not. I just shouldn't be having such brazen affairs. This lesson went on for two weeks. After that, it was all over. I didn't get better. I was in pain, aching all over, and my ribs were in pieces. He had been cruelest by far with this lesson, and I could feel it very well in my skin, too.
Then he put my ribs about right, delivered me to the North Dakota house, and put me to bed. At no point did he ask for the phone. This was just a teaching session, and since I wasn't strong enough yet, he had to make it shorter than I deserved. I deserved at least one day for every man. He was unloading something to himself, not sure what, but he was calmer, though I was literally right about in pieces, hurt, in pain. But there was no regret nor any medical intervention offered to me.
He looked at me as I lay on the bed; there was blood on the sheets. I was not getting better, yet breathing hurt, so I didn't breathe; there was no need for me; I could survive without breathing, too.
He said, his voice had promise in it, "But darling, one day, you will be strong enough. I know you well enough that you'll do another one, and then I'll get to punish and train you again. Now, sleepy time."
Those were the last words I heard.
I woke up alone. I had slept only 18 hours, and I was far from fine, but as a reaction to his brief lesson, I felt my rage surfacing, and soon, the pain was nothing for me. I got up. Men were still with their pussies, and another one of our peculiar weddings was done. I wondered if there would be a wedding that wouldn't end with my being hurt or being out cold. Colin was in Ireland, so I just had to mend myself. There was a wallet and a phone on the table next to me. So, no honeymoon. Not yet, at least.
For another week, I was incredibly tender. I got my healing ability to work four days later. I let my rage burn and let it into our true soul mate bond between me and Damon, so I reacted. Two days later, Colin messaged me he was back in the States, so I went to Colin for a check, and he said, "You're fine, but I have a new contraceptive for you. You take it once a week, and it works. It doesn't smell, so Damon shouldn't notice. "
I was unsure whether to tell Colin about Damon's request, and he made me promise, but then I kept quiet. I thanked Colin and took the first capsule on his watch. Damon texted me when it had been a little over a week since he left me in bed.
" Baby, the Azores are waiting—our real honeymoon. I hope the lesson was learned once and for all, but I'm always up to repeating the lesson. Come to Tennessee and make room in your schedule because, little bitch, a pussy vacation awaits."
Because Magnum had gone with Higgins, Jake, and Rob were on vacation again, so I had contact with work already. I had worked throughout the week and planned gigs and everything, but then I started organizing my schedule. I got substitutes to plan the gigs, and I made sure Mimosa didn't have any European gigs coming up. It was not so easy to organize everything and get some sort of system during my absence, but I managed to do it anyway. There would be times when I would have time to do some work and planning, but now I was off. I went for a drive to Tennessee.