Damon took a shower and checked that Mimi was asleep. He put on his clothes, lifted his sleeping wife into his arms, and carried her to the smaller medbay where Mirella was doing something. Damon was surprised at how much Mirella could be apart; for some reason, he knew that was actually a good thing.
He said, "She's got the cat heat on again. I'm going to have to sterilize her once more. Both wombs need to be put out of commission because she might try to breed as a wolf in her addiction. From what I've heard, the reproductive instincts of cats are of a different caliber than those of werewolves. You can go. I'll get this done."
Mirella left, and Samuel came from somewhere. Mirella seemed a little disturbed when Damon dismissed her, but she was not going to make a scene. She had little seduction in mind for later on and Salvatore seemed a good catch for her. She was better for him than Mimi.
Samuel watched as Mirella walked away. Somehow, that vampire made him feel restless. He said, "I heard what you said, or is the lady so wild? Fine, let's get on with it."
Damon said, "Now I am not sure what brought this on, but I have my suspicions, you see miss had a new crawler when she went to shower a month ago, it had these quite hard spikes to it, and now feline males in the wild, they have spikes too. I wonder, could that have been enough stimulation for her feline side to be active again?"
Samuel nodded and said, "Good catch, we just have to tell her not to use that kind of device on her. Let's see where we are. I can call around and ask about this, but that is a good enough reason for me. That kind of stimulation could easily trigger feline heat too, and since it is also stimulation that eventually makes her ovulate, well. It might not be wise for her to use those devices, or soon she'll have a litter of kittens."
Damon was silent. Somehow the thought of their litter warmed his heart, but same time he knew it was not yet time. Someday, but not yet.
Damon got a couple of different anesthetics from the medicine cabinet and made a cocktail of them while Samuel adjusted the hormone inhibitors. They put all the meds up and running. Damon took care of the operation room and made sure that it was in the order that he liked it to be. Then Samuel carried anesthetized Mimi into the room, put her naked on the table and both men were doctor mode fully on.
Surgery was relatively easy and fast. They dissected a well-developed cat womb and a well-developed wolf womb and put the silver clips back in place. Damon also removed feline ovaries that had formed now and there had been some eggs almost maturing. Not a good thing.
He put those ovaries in his blood and he would send them to Colin so he could see if he could come up with birth control for the feline side, too. Then he and Samuel both agreed that this was not recorded in Mimi's files and Damon would compel Samuel to forget those ovaries.
Because of Bran, now it was obvious that werewolf and feline shifter couldn't breed, but Damon could not be sure if Bran would someday get an idea to his head to use some other feline male to impregnate Mimi and use her offspring for his gain. This would be something that would be prevented and strong, too.
As he had taken the ovaries out and silver clips were in place, both men were relieved too. Mimi was a little demanding at the time, too.
Samuel said, "I don't know how long those clips will work or last. The last ones were about nine months, but I can't guarantee anything."
Damon nodded curtly, and they moved Mimi to the downstairs bedroom to recover. Damon knew they'd never actually properly dedicated it. And he didn't understand why. They had fucked there once, and he had deep-cleaned the room afterward like it would have never happened.
He cursed as his phone beeped, and he went to make the phone call. Again, one of those had been found, and he would have to do what was necessary. Then one more vampire princess had been awakened, and it was his job to put her back to sleep. But to get close to that princess, he could not have his ring. Vampire princesses were strong, this was much older than him and she would sensed his love for Mimi through that ring, used it against him because this vampire princess had sired many thousands of vampires and she could have sent thousands of strong ruthless vampires to attack Mimi.
He came back a moment later and again left his wallet and phone and his ring and left. If he only could explain to her one day. He was weak and often after these not-so-easy jobs, he would fall off the wagon, and go to fuck some women, but it was just their life. It very well could be that once he was finished, Mimi had gone back to being a leader and would be engrossed in her work, not be available, and then the next crisis would again all him. He left, the door shut after him without a sound.
I woke up once again, and Samuel came into the room when he found me awake and explained to me how, once again, I had been sterilized and my hormones tied. Then he, too, went off somewhere, leaving me sitting on the edge of my bed wondering why. He had told me not to use crawlers with spikes because they could trigger my feline side too much. Fine, no exotic crawlers then.
Why did my body have to do such strange things, and then that ring there with the phone and wallet was something I didn't even want to get into? Why did he leave his ring? Sure, he has his reasons and all, but why? That seemed to be my favorite question. I went to shower and dressed, and I was not sure what I was about to do next.
My stomach felt funny, and I realized this must be my new hunger. I went to eat, and after eating for a while, the feeling stopped. Adam was no longer in the house. It was weird to eat to this new hunger, but it felt like it was a good thing to have. The sensation was also strong enough so I would not forget to eat very easily too. There was no way that I could just ignore it, but it felt that much it was better to eat until this pinching burn on my belly subsided and all was well.
Samuel came into the kitchen and said, "Your wolf got heat as soon as you were operated on, and Adam and I are going to take care of it at the Massachusetts house. Adam Mimosa and Mirella already went ahead. Now you're on your own."
And then he left, too. My wolf took the men to herself and developed a heat. Interesting. I finished my meal and then went for a drive to the New Jersey mansion to put the fleas in order. Time to do some work. It would be good to get oneself again in the depths of my organization.
Work, as usual, carried me along, and one day, Samuel called to say that the 12-week heat of Mimosa was now over. Oh, here we go again for three months of enthusiasm. Magnum, Jake, and Rob had visited me, not letting me go on missions as they had too much paperwork for me to go through and I was more or less sitting by my desk or calling on the phone with someone all day long.
I had learned my new hunger pretty well and understood eating whenever I had a feeling, but not necessarily much or everything I should have eaten. I hadn't even looked at my home phone in ages as I concentrated on handing out kill shots and organizing our latest foray into the area.
We had made a new mission for ourselves, too. Now we weren't anymore, just focusing on evil medical institutes and demons or some other nasty type. We were liberating the boys and girls too.
Now, these werewolf boys and girls as well were still being kidnapped and sold to female vampires as sex slaves, and I was engrossed in rescuing them. None of the boys or girls wanted to stay there because these vampire women were not nice. I had gathered quite a lot of info on these.
We had rescued quite a few lots, girls and boys. Some male vampires had bought girls too, but as these vampire women liked to have both sexes of sex slaves, there were young girls too. Often their bodies had been modified, breasts enlarged into huge, their waist shrunk, and hips widened. They looked good, but they didn't feel well. They were drugged, too.
Boys were often almost naked. Werewolves were equipped well and there were a lot of erection drugs in use, plenty of these children almost had developed trauma to sex and all sorts of bodily contact, so I had to find suitable places where to put them to get well.
I had a long list of suitable targets and I was about to start to make a strike group and be part of it that took out these vampire women, of course, if there was someone who could not be killed or would not be wise to anger we would come up a way to get these children out of there.
One of my troubles was to find a suitable place for them once we got this operation up and running and it was one thing that I was trying to organize, but first, I needed to get the green light for all these bitches so I could go on and start to do my job.
But since it's vampire politics and I know nothing about it, I thought I should ask my husband if these women were fair game. Was there any no-go to us?
We had done a few of these jobs, and the relatives of the owners were often happy to get the house back and find out what had happened to their loved ones, but we had only just done another job. So it went like that vampire woman often came by, killed everyone, and took the house.
She might have compelled the owners to let her in, and once the house was empty, she lived there and got herself some sex slaves. Cellars were fast turning into prisons and it was not rare to see huge cages in rooms too, in bedrooms where this vampire bitch would sleep, she would use a slave to satisfy herself and then the slave would be in a tiny cage for the rest of the night or day. Until the bitch got bored, and wanted another one, then this slave might end up in a cellar to be fed upon, or used by other bitches, as these loved to have parties too.
Most of the boys were more or less drugged, and traumatized, and I had found for now some place to be, but once we got really to do this, then I would have to find more suitable places too. There were girls too. Girls were often sterilized, so no pregnancies but drugged, abused, raped, all messed up too.
I had a list of about 50 vampire women who were good suspects, and now, over these three months, I had gathered evidence that these were naughty women. A lot of slaves were to be freed.
I was watching one of the satellite images to see if this was one of Sark's facilities when a voice from the doorway said, "Oh baby, I've missed you, and here you are, behind a desk at work. "
Oh, Damon. He landed against the doorframe and smiled at me. I looked up and motioned for my husband to come in and sit down.
Damon straightened up and said, "I think I prefer standing, but that was kinda hot. You are such a leader, a leader bitch. I'd love to show you what to do with a bitch like that. "
I said, " It is good to see you too. I am a little busy right now to be your little bitch on the table. I have something to ask you. Wait, where were they now? "
I furrowed my brows as I started to browse through stacks of paper and did not find them. They must be still on the printer.
I got up from my lovely chair and walked to the printer. Oh, this is the list. I took the list in my hand, and when I turned around, I found my husband sitting in my chair and had put his feet up on my desk and was looking at me with a challenge in his eyes.
I walked up to him and handed the list to Damon and said, " Well, what do you say? Are these legal to kill? Any problems?"
Damon looked at me piercingly and read through the list; his eyebrows furrowed, and he asked. " Why do you have a list of vampires? Yeah, oh, these killings are most of the ones on my list, too, except they don't keep in touch anymore. Could you shed some light on that? I know what you're getting into now, and I can maybe advise if it's not wise. This is a nice chair, by the way. I can see why you can work so much."
I said as I went, took the list from his hands, and put it in the now different folder, where I had my mission schedule, " These women have werewolf boys and also girls as sex slaves. They have forced themselves into someone's house, killed them, and made nests there. Therefore, I have a plan and a goal to liberate these and return those buildings to the families of their owners. If these are good to go, then I am continuing by making a task force and I will be the leader of that task force to get these done. The only problem is where to put all of these rescuers. They are in terrible shape, mentally and physically, and with these women, there will be a lot of teens to be placed somewhere to get treatment."
Damon lifted his foot off the table and said, " Sex slaves, young boys. Oh well, I guess I'm not gonna be worth to them anymore. Fine. Bitches. "
His voice was bitter. I was surprised and then I realized that these were all of his upcoming victims and if they did not want him, he would not get to kill them.
I looked at my husband for a moment. No sign of Damien, the smell of passionfruit, and this was something that darling side, the core of him, liked to do. These gigs had nothing to do with medical facilities. They were relatively risk-free and knew his tendencies. I could use him on this. He could be part of my task force, that is, if I can get him working under me.
I sat down on the corner of my desk, looked at him, and said," How about my husband if we go on a couple of gigs? You would be part of my task force, working under me. Sure, I'll take extra staff, my task force, but if you want to do your thing with this vampire whore all the time, I don't see why not. You could kill the bitch while the rest of us go get the children, but do you have any place where we can put these kids then?"
Damon smiled wickedly and said, " Now, darling, now you're talking. I'm in. We'll do it, so I always go first and take the woman, and once she's dealt with, then you get to release the boys. I have contacts and places for them to go surely, just a few phone calls and they have a place to go after you have set them free. But darling, I will be the leader, not you and Taskforce, well we see about who I am going to accept to it. We will do this my way. "
I knew better than not to start arguing with this side. This side of him loved his flanks, so I wanted to do this. I nodded and took another chair and the information I had collected on the women. We started to plan the job together with my husband.
Damon decided who was coming along, and he pretty much took over the whole gig. He didn't overprotect me, he just always did the gig in a very systematic, efficient, goal-oriented way. He drilled in my mind to see who we would take and he got to know lots of fleas, or at least my impressions on them, so he knew who he wanted. Just like the weakening of me in the hospital. Here was the same analytical method. He looked through our victims, got a place for them, ordered the transportation from the base, then once we had always gotten them free.
We were each other's halves, but we were not the same. No, we were in balance. Where I am chaotic, unpredictable, wildly unplanned, and improvisational, Damon was the opposite of me. He planned, and everything was done exactly right and in the right order. There was a reason for everything was done, and in these gigs, there would be no improvisation at all.
We planned for two weeks; He was in base with me, talking to people and taking control of my desk. I had other tables in my offices too. And then we executed. It was systematic. Damon had always contacted the woman in advance and come and meet her. We all went, but we were hidden.
Damon went in, finished the woman off, and killed all the other vampires there. Then he opened the doors, and we started moving the victims to safety, when Damon then contacted if house owners. There was a detailed plan, and everyone did exactly as they were told.
I was the awakener or rescuer, my blood was key because not all the slaves were necessarily awake. Some were under anesthesia or drugged. I was not supposed to touch those boys any more than necessary. He was often there to watch himself and gave some of them his blood, too. He did not want them anywhere near me, not at all. Once we got to base, boys and girls had transport ready and waiting and they were off as soon as possible.
Then I would maybe take a shower, trying to look at other things while Damon was on the floor, in a big space, and helped out with the mission that was on. He might do this for a few hours, then come to my office and help me. Not that I needed any help, but he made sure that I would not go on any mission shortly where there was Sark anywhere near. I had my hands full with other stuff as well but I had now very enthusiastic husband helping me, and there was always someone coming to take whatever I was doing out of my hands, he showed me that I can and I should delegate.
Fifty women, 50 nights we did the job and Damon was happy. He got a message to the other women about what he thought of these sex slaves. And I knew that the data collection was going on and we hadn't even got to the European side yet. As I looked at him working alongside the fleas, helping out, coming to help me.
He usually ordered a bunch of vampires to go to various medical facilities to kill and then inform the authorities. He was very good to spot evil medical facilities, from satellite pictures and I could feel him in my mind, to look up whatever he needed. I saw what we could have in a perfect world, what our fleas would have looked like, but Damien was still inside Damon and while understood that this killing these bitches helped him keep Damien under control there was always a chance for him breaking through so I just knew that this was not forever.
I also knew that Damon wasn't going to be at every gig, and would have to find a new way to get the vampires out of the way. We worked together for over two months. Damon was great. There's no other way to describe it. His determination, his method, how he was focused on the job now and it didn't become a normal three-day rule, how he enjoyed getting to kill the vampire whores. I was glad how much he helped us on base and we got a lot of things done. Quite a few medical facilities were dealt with same time when his crowd of hungry vampires got busy once I had confirmation about the nastiness of the facility.
Then he left again or never came back to headquarters or the New Jersey mansion when the gigs were over. Fine by me. I went on a little killing spree and started killing very hard-to-kill victims. They weren't easy to plan, and there was always an improvisational element to them.
We had gotten a lot of done and I was happy. This had been a big win, and I had enjoyed our mutual time in Fleas. it was bittersweet. Once again, the world showed to me what I could have had, but it was not meant to be.