I woke up in the dimly lit room, my eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. The cold, metal bars of the cage pressed against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine. The tight knots binding my hands behind my back restricted any movement, making it impossible to bring them in front of me. My legs, tightly bound in multiple places, felt constricted and immobile.
The air carried a metallic tang, a mix of dread and anticipation. The room was filled with a thick silence, broken only by the sound of my own shallow breaths. I felt vulnerable, exposed, stripped of any sense of control. I was naked, tired, and felt drained, too.
Suddenly, Spike, Drusilla, and Angelus entered the room, their presence sending a chill through the air. Spike approached the cage, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. In the dim light, his blonde hair looked almost like it was glowing, but it was bleached. You could see it very clearly too.
His voice was dark. I hadn't really paid attention to his accent before, but he was not American. He had been born or raised somewhere in southern Europe, not in Asia, as his features were not Asian. But then again, he was not Italian. Damon was, and I had heard too in his voice. Maybe Greece or the Middle East could be too where Spike was born.
I tried to get to my rage or pack bonds, but no, then I saw blue crystals around the cage. Damn witch, Drusilla had blocked me somehow.
"You are quite the delicacy," Spike sneered, his words laced with a hint of hunger. "We've already had a taste, and your blood flows with such intensity. Perfect for our feast, where vampires and werewolves alike indulge in their cravings."
My heart pounded in my chest as I listened to his words, realizing the fate that awaited me. I had been through worse, but there would be minor difficulties when it came to my vampire side, my bloodlust, and also my rage. I would not be so easy to manage if they continued to drain me.
Spike continued, a twisted amusement evident in his voice. "You, my dear, will be the crème de la crème, the centerpiece of our banquet. Served exclusively for our most esteemed guests. And to ensure your compliance, we have a little concoction to spice up your blood and keep you at ease. This is the same stuff that you had in your twisted vampire weddings and those clubs, only concentrated form, and I will give you quite a dose, as I had heard enough rumors about your resistance to drugs and potions, too."
He brandished a small vial, its contents unknown but undoubtedly potent. "This drug will sedate you completely, yet you will remain conscious as we feast upon you. A secret ingredient to make you our permanent favorite. And with this mask," he held up a sinister-looking mask, it was just a plain white mask. "We shall keep your identity concealed, ensuring no rescue attempts or interference. Like we do with all of our meals. We have quite many of them as we have now made a kind of supernatural deluxe restaurant where one can have an actual meal, not bagged blood or supermarket food. You are quite durable and delicious, so we will get good money out of you. "
Angelus, intrigued by the rumors, approached closer. He had black clothes; he was tall and muscular, and the long scar that ran across from the left of his temple to the right side of his jaw marred his face, even though he was good-looking. Or he had been before that scar. It was an ugly-looking scar, even an old one, and it gave him a cruel, and dangerous aura. His presence exuded power and danger.
"Open the cage," he commanded Spike, his voice low and commanding. "Let me see if the rumors hold true. If so, this lady will prove to be more than just a mere dish."
As Spike obeyed, the cage door creaked open, sending a chill through my bones. Angelus stood before me, his eyes piercing into my soul. With a swift motion, he pried open my mouth and bit his own fingertip, so I smelled his blood, causing me to involuntarily bare my teeth. A drop of his blood fell onto my tongue, the metallic taste mingling with my own saliva. It tasted kind of dusty, old, and not anything that I had wanted to drink. Even I felt a little bloodlust.
My body tensed, an instinctual response to the intrusion. The scene played out before me in a haze of dread and helplessness, my mind struggling to comprehend the horror unfolding. I tried to get free from these ropes, but I was too well bundled up.
Angelus examined them and said, "Bingo, come, take a look. She's a tooth vampire, like Salvatore. She can make a lot of different kinds of dental stuff, too. They are made here and here. I have heard these guys before and she can make rich and powerful too, there is no limit to what she can do with her teeth, and as per rumors, she is quite poisonous, she makes toxins and poisons so she will be our pharmacy."
Angelus showed me my sinuses and frontal sinuses.
Spike stared at my teeth. "Interesting, but how does that benefit us? How do you make her do those poisons and toxins, by asking her? She is not gonna cooperate with us. Not even her freedom would be in line, besides she is not to be trusted at all."
The men got out of the cage, and Angelus looked at me with amusement. He dusted his pants like there had been dust on the cage floor when he kneeled next to me to see my fangs. He was vain, that I could see and that scar, well, it was a little ironic that so a scarred creature could be so vain as it wouldn't help him at all. Not with that scar.
His voice was sure, twisted with evilness and soullessness, " Spike, my friend, we need to do a minor operation. You see, we need to do brain surgery. First, we'll keep those teeth on display while we don't give blood after the party—a good blood donation, so she's hungry enough to keep the teeth on display. Then we put collectors in them where she drains everything. Next, we'll expose her brain and start electrically stimulating different parts until we find the right one. Permanent stimulation and her teeth are producing all the time. And she can't control what. I want to see what kind of substances come out. They can be useful to any enemy. We will need to load her, make her eat stuff, and see what comes out. We can put a feeding button on her stomach then."
Spike smiled. "That, my dear friend, is a brilliant plan. First, we shall collect a little capital by using her as a meal and this little tasting potion is actually Dru's handiwork, so it is not a vampire potion per se, so no retribution from Salvatore, but this works like one. Making everyone hungry, wild and need to fuck too. Wildly. Fine, tonight is already the first party. Soon, we'll be able to get her ready."
Angelus said as he looked at me struggling on the cage floor, trying to get myself free." She seems rather feisty, how you can make her consume that potion? She is not looking like she would volunteer to do it. I know Drusilla's little crystals keep her wolf and vampire asleep and prevent her from getting to her rage and packbonds, too. But still. "
Spike said, "I do have a quite medicinal sedative in mind now at first. It doesn't taste her blood, but makes her much more manageable. Powerful stuff, large animal tranq so keeps her quiet and limp for quite a long time too. Confused as well."
Angelus nodded and watched Spike go to the cupboard and pick up the vial, syringe, and needle.
He pulled 4ml from the jar into the syringe and looked at me.
He said, "I don't want her fully unconscious, but this will work. Then we'll get that potion down easy, which will help calm her down even more, and put a meal on the table. Did you know, Mimi, that Damon is no longer chasing us? We've even been to the same party, and Damon has forgiven us for what we did to you back then. Damon will probably come to the party tonight, and I'll make him eat from you. How does it feel to know that your savior is right next to you, and you can't get a word in edge-wise?"
Then Spike came and opened the cage door. Hinges creaked. I could smell his aftershave, old blood, and sweat. His foul breath stank.
His icy hands turned to me so he could get access to my veins. I felt the needle push into the vein in my arm, and the drug fogged up my head and took away my resistance completely. Next up, Spike retrieved a thin tube and pushed it through my nose and into my stomach. He then poured 500ml of the concentrated spice potion, whatever.
My mind became even more foggy, and I felt incredibly powerless, but my skin felt super sensitive, and I couldn't even move. I felt quite helpless, but I was in some sort of limbo, not awake enough to understand a lot of what was going on.
A mask was put on my face. It was some sort of silicone from inside so it stuck into my skin. And he put contact lenses for my eyes, and a table had been brought into the room. My restraints were removed, and I was lifted onto the table and tied down.
I was limp. Almost passed out, not able to speak, but then again, feeling almost euphoric, so this was not the same kind of sedation that Damien's jelly brought on. I was at some level thinking about these different sedations too, flanks, jellies, and now this. I was loopy.
Spike came and lifted my mask, slightly parted my lips, and brushed something on my lower lip. He put my upper lip tight against it, and after a moment, I couldn't get my mouth open. He had glued my lips together. Just a precaution, because I was too drugged to be able to talk much, or form words even.
The table was carried into another room where it was lowered, and around it, I brought chairs, divans, and other places to lounge or sit. The room was dimly lit, a huge space, and there were a lot of other meals brought in too, same fashion put, but I was put in a different place, there were doors that were closed after I had been put in my place. An hour later, the guests were ushered over to me, and Damon was there. The guests began to eat.
Damon ate and gnawed on my thighs and complimented me on how tasty it was. He could gnaw on half a leg. The more the guests ate, the more enthusiastic it got. My blood was somehow intoxicating, and then, through the drug shock, I realized that my blood was now almost a vampire potion.
But the effects of that potion began to diminish in my blood as I was being drained. Some of them ate my flesh too. They got potion into them and out of my blood so my euphoria and feel-good feeling that I had turned quite fast into pain, confusion, and agony, tiredness as my blood volume diminished quite rapidly pace too.
As Damon went to fuck many women, he always came back to eat and went on. One woman asked Damon about his ring and his marriage.
Damon replied, "My wife is now a cold fish to me and a horny cat to others, I don't want to be a laughingstock in my own home and put up with such disrespect, but I'm not going to give that little bitch the satisfaction of divorcing her. Some day, I shall remind her who gives orders in the house and to whom she ought to submit. My wife is married to her work, not me even though we are vampire married, and she does not respect me as husband. I am sick and tired of her attitude and then she demands me to be overly romantic and whisk her into a love holiday somewhere,"
The woman giggled and asked Damon to demonstrate what he would do to his wife. Damon mauled me many, many times and badly. He ripped pieces of my thighs, my calves, even from my belly. During the evening, I was very much drained of blood, so I had a distinct bloodlust by the time the guests left. He smelled like passionfruit. My Damon, not even flank type, but my Damon, and once again, I got the truth in my eyes. Straight up.
After everyone had gone, I was carried back to that table. Spike drugged me again and pulled my lips apart. It hurt. They tied me up and threw me in a cage. The drug was now in a bigger dose, so I passed out fully. I was being food four more times. Damon was at dinner every time, and on two occasions, Adam, Charles, and Bran were there. Nick, Elias.
I heard so many truths that I could not believe my ears. Same song and Charles told many girls who flocked around him he was not the type that falls in love. He can be kind and nice, but there has not been anyone who he would love, really. Only casual flings. So there was nothing between me and Charles. Good to know.
Bran told everyone how he likes to fuck women like wolves and see which bitch can take it. If someone is enjoying it, then he uses the rack, so the position of the bitch is wrong and she is not enjoying but he is. He told this in front of Damon, who laughed as Bran recalled my heat. He did not say my name but described it enough, so I knew where we were.
Then Adam confessed that he thinks of Bran as his alpha and what Bran says, goes, in his pack too, so he can be alpha but the true power in the hands of Bran. Adam told many of the girls that he was nominally engaged to one woman, but that would never lead anywhere as that woman is too damaged and he has no heart to break off the engagement, so the ring on his finger means nothing.
Only Nick and Elias said nothing bad about me. They told women at the table how they were lucky to find blood relatives even though they were distant and there was one woman in particular who had captured their hearts. Damon snarled as these two praised me, not telling my name again, but how strong and fierce I was, like a force of nature.
They told everyone how they had taken care of me, how they saw me as part of the family, almost one of as always and forever. Damon gazed at them angrily after that confession, telling everyone how he loves his wife even though she is difficult at times, but that makes life just interesting and he loves when women challenge him. So every woman started to challenge him. Seduce him, too.
No one recognized me; I had food fit for werewolves laid out on me, and I got eaten, too. Everyone was mauling, and every single one was fucking strange women and lots of them. I was already so bloodthirsty that my fangs remained exposed the whole time. I had these crystals embedded on this table where I was laid out, keeping my rage and Mimosa, Mirella, and packbonds out of my reach too.
Angelus came to me when the last night was over. I had developed some tolerance for the intoxicating effects of the drink, but Spike usually administered the drug before and after and glued my lips together. So it was no use as such. Spike came over to the table where I was still tied up after Angelus had taken the mask off my face and noticed that my teeth were no longer retracting.
Spike said, holding Drusilla in his arms, "Angelus, my friend, we're going to take a few weeks of love leave with Druze, we got so good profit from this little avenue. So you can do with this Mimi as you please. Don't worry. I'm not sure if we'll be having any more dinner parties when we get there, so go ahead. "
Then Spike gave me a sedative to make me easier to handle again. I still had no tolerance for the tranquilizer.