Again, classically, I woke up in bed all velvety, phone and wallet and an enormous bunch of roses, and there was a note.
The note said," Baby, I had to leave again; believe it or not, I'm leaving this stuff here for your protection forever. We'll meet again in the same fashion, hopefully. Damon, your husband."
It could be that he's protecting me, but that's just the way it is. I went to breakfast, and after I had showered, Bran, Adam, and Samuel were there. I did not say anything much, as I was determined to feed myself. In the fridge, there were several dishes made for me, and they had the name tags in Damon's handwriting. How bloody long have I been asleep?
I took one portion and put it in the microwave to warm up. Adam was reading his morning paper; it is a sacred ritual not to be disturbed. I had already eaten that portion and two more when the doorbell rang. Adam got up and went to answer the door. Samuel was talking to his father about something, about more bodies that had been found and Bran had some sort of system to hand those bodies to authorities. That is, those who weren't werewolves. But humans.
I didn't think anything of it when Adam came back, and six women followed him. Suddenly, I could not move at all. Damn it. These were once again Black witches. They had a spell on them that made Adam obey, and Adam came and took me in his iron grip. He held me while the witches went to Bran and Samuel to drink a potion and cast spells. Spell kept me utterly still, and I cursed heavily in my mind, goddamn I was not strong enough to bust through this spell.
Then one of the witches came up to me and said, " You little flea, are a troublemaker, and worse kind of, but don't worry. You will be dealt with. You see, these men are now under my control, and you, young lady, will have a new life. We have a spell that will strike you. You will lose your memory, but not your abilities. Then we will just put you in the right company, near the Assassins' Guild. They'll spot your abilities, and it won't matter if you don't remember who you are. You get to kill for money, not morality. Let's see what's left of the fleas after a couple of months when you start hunting them yourself. That's right. We've placed an order with the assassins' guild for known fleas and you. You get to kill them yourself. Like Thomas Magnum, Rob Kendrick, and Jake Williamson. "
Oh fuck, this is my life. I was suspecting there was one goddamn Mr. Sark in this plot too. I tried to move, make myself move at all, but no, the spell held me fast.
The witch took a bottle of black stuff, and Samuel and Bran came to open my mouth, and the witch poured the stuff slowly, so I had to swallow. My head started to get cloudy. Reality started to fade. I was very confused for a while but then some kind of acceptance came over me and I wondered who on earth was holding me? Then, I changed places with the help of the spell. It was nothing weird; I had this acceptance that anything goes. Nothing is weird or suspicious at all.
I found myself in a dimly lit bar, a shady place that normal people rarely stumbled upon. The atmosphere was thick with an unsettling vibe, driving away unwanted souls. Conversations filled the air as people huddled around small tables, discussing unsavory matters. This was a haven for assassins, individuals who profited from taking lives. Though I knew little about myself, I observed from my table, unsure of my purpose in this place.
A man joined me, introducing himself as Ace, a codename given to him. He explained that a mutual friend had informed him about me. It was fortunate, considering I had no recollection of my identity. My codename, oddly enough, was the Flea. I pondered its foolishness, contemplating a change, but Ace insisted that my reputation demanded I remain the Flea. He seemed amiable, and I agreed to accompany him to their secretive headquarters.
Ace, tall and dark, appeared rather ordinary, resembling a teacher. However, his eyes revealed a lack of remorse, solely focused on the next paycheck earned from taking lives. Our journey took us to a cave, a hidden location that required a lengthy drive. Ace, confirming his role as an assassin, disclosed that I too, possessed the same occupation. He presented me with three men: Magnum, Jake, and Rob. These individuals were promised millions, and it was requested that I personally eliminate them.
I promised to consider the offer, but as Ace departed to attend to his own matters, suspicion crept in. He revealed nothing about the person who had made the request, and despite the allure of a substantial sum, I lacked the spark to undertake the task. Ace's subtle pressure to fulfill the job raised my doubts, motivating me to seek refuge elsewhere. While he claimed I was not yet part of their organization, completing this assignment would secure my acceptance. Nevertheless, I chose to depart.
I took one car, and apparently, I could drive it. I can drive a car. Shouldn't I have a license? But my pockets were empty. I drove back to the city and spent a couple of weeks sleeping there or in my car. On days I wandered in the streets and got into several fights. I knew how to fight and I killed my opponents, too. I was also furious, enraged, right about it.
It was like the smallest thing would set me off and whoever set me off, ended up being a corpse. I wasn't even hungry, so getting food wasn't a priority. Then I met Murdock, and he seemed to know me, but since the last one supposedly did too, I wasn't sure I trusted him. I met him when I was walking in an alley where I knew that there would be some stupid idiots who beg for it. I had this need to kill. To take a life.
When I saw Murdock, he looked at me and said, "That's it, flea. Now it is not this time. You really have no idea what you are or who you are, but fine."
He shot me with a taser as long as it took me to pass out fully. I came to, tied like a hog, and Murdock was not nice. He controlled me and told me what I could do and what I couldn't do. I then lived with Murdock, and he didn't ask any unnecessary questions. He kept me on a tight leash, so to say, when there were so many idiots that I could have dealt with. Yes, I could shoot. We used to shoot the bad guys, and they said they paid us. That's interesting.
He did not let me kill everyone that got me upset. Not at all. This was no fun at all. This was almost boring.
Adam cursed to himself. The black witches had tortured them for four weeks before Magnum or Charles had rescued them. They both assured them that no fleas had died, but they hadn't had to go looking for Mimi. He started to really hate those witches, and they were enemies that needed to be dealt with. Bran had gone to Montana for a few weeks when his rage had blown up fully.
Magnum said, "Now the problem is that if I put too many people out looking for her, I'm sure the medical facilities or the Sark will find out and then we'll be in trouble if Mimi can't tell friend from foe. That potion could have a unique effect on Mimi, as she is what she is. So my concern is valid. Sark is not a nice guy, but there is then also her rage. If she is not aware of what she is, can she, or will she, control her rage?"
Adam cursed because of this very thing. How could they look for Mimi when she wasn't easy to find and in a way that the bad guys wouldn't find out? This needed some serious oomph and cunning.
Adam and Samuel and Bran and Charles were asking around for two weeks before Magnum got a tip-off that there was a woman on Murdock. Could it be Mimi? They knew Murdock had been teaching Mimi and considered her a pupil. Damon was nowhere to be seen, and they contacted Murdock. Why did not Murdock had come forth before, well technically, he had no phone numbers and he liked Mimi. So Murdock could be the complicated guy.
Magnum went to see Murdock and Murdock told him, "It is Mimi, but full amnesia, she is a beast and I have been around so I know that this is a black witch plot and I was not sure that pack was yet ok. She is really a handful."
Magnum nodded, and asked then, "Can I see her?"
Murdock chuckled dryly and said, "No miss is having nap time, she was a little naughty again, I have those handy calendula drops, she tried to run over other cars while we were driving, road rage blasted open her white-hot rage."
Magnum lifted his brow. She has been quite a beast then. Very dangerous creature.
Murdock said, "If it's the same six witches, I suspect they always have the same thing. Kissing true love helps to unravel. And if Mimi's true love is not available, then..."
Magnum left and called Adam, telling him everything. Adam cursed harshly. He knew he had with Mimi a soulmate bond but would it be enough? They would probably have to find Damon somewhere, but Murdock promised to take care of Mimi in the meantime, as he had noticed she was a little quick to kill.
Not knowing who or what she was, Mimi couldn't control her rage, and she had a particularly volatile temper now, and Murdock had to keep a pretty damn tight rein on her lest she kill half the state. Adam didn't like it, but it gave them a free hand to try to find Damon. Why the fuck does Salvatore have to run off when it's not a good time? Adam laughed when Magnum told Murdock's methods of controlling the young lady.
It took them three more weeks to rescue Damon, who had gotten into the fight club arena owned by Wulfe's brother Horatio. This wasn't just ships. This was also one of those arenas where boys were rescued. Salvatore was also forced to please several women on that ship. He was drugged, wounded, thin, and enraged. It took a week for Samuel to keep one furious Salvatore fast asleep and then they tried to explain what had happened.
Damon said, "Fine, let's see if this helps, but I am not staying. It is time for a few women to meet their fate and also that damn Horatio has it coming and for good, too."
Adam arranged with Murdock to bring Mimi to the Iowa house the next day.
I didn't know any of the men Murdock took me to. Murdock was not nice. He drugged me if I didn't do what he said. I had no idea how freaking many times he had done it already. He was not so nice always. not let me escape anywhere. These people were supposed to be my pack, and I was a werewolf, and who knows what? But when all I wanted to do was go back to our apartment and plan my next victim. Then one of these men came and grabbed me and kissed me with fucking passion.
My head was pounding, and I realized Damon hadn't even finished kissing me yet and I enthusiastically responded to that. He was thin and pale and I could sense his rage, too.
Finally, he broke away and said, " Welcome back baby, sorry, but I have to go. It is time for a petty revenge. You see Horatio snatched me, Vampire lord, so it is time to rain hell on him."
And then he left again. I thanked the Murdock and went to eat. It had been quite a few weeks and that feeling of not knowing who you are; I don't know if it was my inner self, my core, but I hid that part myself. It was too scary. I knew it was just my white-hot rage but my actual need to kill, to take a life. My killer side and It was damn strong already. What I had become? So I said nothing about anyone about that side of me, not even Murdock, who clearly thought that it was just my rage bubbling up, but my rage wasn't blown out, it was still in its well. No, my killer side, my "Damien" was scarily strong, and I was not so sure will I stay as good guy. No matter whoever tries to assure me it is normal.