I purchased our Christmas mansion, a grand and expansive place that stood isolated in a remote area. The lack of interest from others was understandable, as the cold climate made it an expensive place to heat and live in. Consequently, it had been on sale for quite some time, resulting in a relatively affordable price. However, I saw it as an exciting challenge, an opportunity to immerse myself in this vast property.
This small castle, or rather, a sprawling mansion, was constructed from sturdy stone, reaching an impressive 15 floors high. The rooms within were spacious, with a magnificent downstairs area. As I walked through the middle part of the castle, the high ceilings and the ground floor were visible for several floors, creating an awe-inspiring sight. Imagining the festive season, I envisioned a grand fir tree adorning the downstairs space, accompanied by an abundance of colorful decorations.
There were lots of rooms to decorate and this was empty when I got this to us, so there was a lot of decorating to be done and so many rooms to put up. Wonderful, pretty damn excellent project to keep me busy and we ordered a lot of firewood, so we had something to put in those enormous fireplaces and start to warm this place up.
It was a fun project to do too. I got a fire on, and Mirella and Mimosa were almost competitive about who got to put more wood in, and Mimosa wanted to select her logs carefully. Our castle warmed up quite nicely and since it was built to be heated, the heat would be preserved and not go to waste so when we got it heated up really well, the heat stayed quite a while so we could focus on other projects as well.
With Christmas planning underway, we began to modify traditional dishes to suit my taste. Or around my allergies, so to speak. I was the one who needed to be taken into account when dishes were made. Not so nice always, but then again, it was my life, and no matter how much it sometimes bugged me to be this special, this was just one more thing that I had no control over at all.
Creating a meticulous shopping list, we detailed where to find each ingredient and how much was required. Determined to make every dish a genuine delight, we decided to conduct several trial runs in our test kitchens before the actual celebration.
The anticipation grew as we planned to bake Christmas cakes, gingerbread treats, buns, and curd pies. Even Mimosa, our beloved companion, shared in the excitement. I told girls every little recipe of food that came into my mind and then we looked it up on the internet, found suitable recipes, modified them, and put those ingredients on our shopping list too.
I had also a lot to shop for Christmas. Trees, ornaments, and everything. I did not have any Christmas because my life was what a mess it was. So now I wanted to have one Christmas even, just one. This was the right place as there was snow on the ground and we could make snowmen or snow castles, and play in the snow after we had dressed warm enough.
And what was best, there was the actual separate outdoor sauna, heated by wood and it would be fun to dash through to ice-cold winter evening into the warmth of the sauna and then roll in snow once you got heated enough, to see those stars in the night sky while you were rolling onto the snow.
I had so many plans already in my mind. Mirella did not share my enthusiasm for rolling in the snow or being out on an icy cold winter night. She loved warmth much more than I did. She envisioned herself in front of the fireplace, a big mug of eggnog in her hand, looking just a fire crackling in that fireplace.
The need for a male companion held no importance to us, for we enjoyed engaging in all the festive activities together. We meticulously planned our driving route, ensuring a smooth journey starting in mid-November. If we desired, we could even spend Thanksgiving day at our new mansion.
Our car of choice, an Aston Martin, had transformed into a luxurious SUV for this occasion. Now first up was a visit to those local farms, our perfect trip to get all the items that we were seeking. Our first stop would be the poultry farm, where we would gather an array of ingredients. I also made a mental note to research the digestibility and palatability of various meats, as I wished to provide the perfect meals for Mimosa.
My group had made several foods for Mimosa and Samuel and Damon had not been too impressed by them as they had found too many additives and everything else that had been not necessary for Mimosa so my quest for perfect food continued all the time and it would be a long project as she was evolving kind of too.
As she was getting separated from me, that changed her, and she was no longer bound by my peculiarities so her diet could be more varied, but then again, what was perfect for her, as perfect as wagyu was for me. We did not have found that yet.
Dressed in tight pink jeans, a short coat, and my blonde hair neatly tied up in a high ponytail, I slipped into my high-heeled fur boots, suitable for driving. With everything in order, we set off on our adventure, filled with anticipation and excitement. Our car was perfect for driving and this would be so freaking enjoyable little shopping trip for us girls.
The men had concluded their parties, and now they resided together as a tight-knit group. Women, Mimi, Mimosa, and Mirella had been absent for quite some time. Damon had eavesdropped on Mimi's thoughts and discovered her tantalizing plan. Intrigued, Damon wanted to be a part of it and suggested involving Adam and Charles as well. After all, Mimosa and Mirella deserved some attention, too. Damon knew just how to get men on board with this little plan of his.
They were sitting in the living room. Adam was looking at his phone while Damon was sitting and sipping some fine bourbon. Charles had been sitting, talking to Adam from time to time about some flea business.
Speaking to Charles, Damon proposed, "Imagine if I were to tell you that a certain young lady has purchased a magnificent castle or mansion in Nova Scotia, Halifax, and intends to spend a delightful Christmas there. They plan to prepare the place for the festivities and explore the local farms. "
Charles looked at the vampire a little sharper. Damon's voice had a certain kind of edge.
He continued, speaking almost lazily while looking at bourbon in his glass, "Have you ever seen Mimi on a local farm? It's a sight to behold. There are often charming, rugged hosts who resemble actors, and Mimi always dresses impeccably. She exudes a captivating aura. Perhaps, just maybe, the hosts will become intrigued by Mimi, but their thoughts will remain nothing to resemble pure. The lady is innocence personified. She is just like she would be fully unaware of her influence on those farmers. She sometimes gets even invitations to come inside and have coffee."
Charles grunted and replied to Adam, who was looking at Damon sharply too, "If nothing transpires, then Damon's musings are merely thoughts. Yes, it must be unpleasant to hear the crude thoughts of every lecherous old man, but for now, they are just thoughts."
Adam remarked dryly, "Ever since we intervened in the situation, nothing untoward has occurred."
Charles agreed, saying, "Alright, what do you suggest? What do you want to do?"
Damon proposed, "How about we have a festive Christmas gathering in a grand Texas castle? You can ask your father to invite a multitude of people, and we'll hire a caterer for the food and recipes. This would redefine Mimi's perfect girl Christmas, and we would have our own Christmas celebration too. Or Charles, do you truly want to let your wife spend Christmas with the ladies, doing who knows what? We can have a formal pack of Christmas at the appropriate time when it's daytime and Christmas is still a few days long, anyway. This would be quite 1-0 for one young lady. You are a pack leader, so it is little like your business to know that what those females are doing."
Charles grumbled and reluctantly said, "Fine. I'll talk to Bran and see what he thinks. If he's not in the festive mood, then so be it."
Charles rose from his chair and headed to speak with his father. Damon had gotten that thought out of Mimi's mind that she had not had any Christmas and she wanted one, so they would have a perfect Christmas. Or some Christmas.
Damon wore a smug smile, while Adam teasingly remarked, "You're going to be a naughty boy for little Mimi."
After a while, Charles returned and announced, "Bran is on board. He thinks it's a splendid idea. Now, I believe it's time for us to fly to Nova Scotia and reclaim control over our designated women."
Damon nodded in agreement and stood up. The men departed in their car and made their way to the airport, where Charles's plane awaited them. They had studied a map to locate the castle, and their journey promised to be captivating.
They had seen it on a few websites pictures of that castle, and Damon somehow knew that would be their Christmas castle. But he did not know that in the future, the pack would be so much larger, his and Mimi's relationship would be so much more strained at times and he would have someone else in his that would be everything for him.
Right, at that moment, he just wanted to fulfill one wish for Mimi, there had been so many dreams and wishes that he had not gotten to fulfill and each of them eroded his power and gave more power to Damien but now was no time to think Damien or anything bad, now it was time to have a perfect Christmas. As perfect as it could be.
First, they would go to a local farm and Charles would see what Mimi was doing there. And then Damon would take control of the lady again, or maybe Charles would. It could be that if Mimi was still in a defiant mood, Damon wanted to see what Charles' reaction would be. That would be a real eye-opener for Charles, and Damon could feel how much more Charles loved Mimi.
On the other hand, that bothered him a lot, but then again, those kinds of feelings brought quite a possession and jealousy with them even Charles had sworn that he was not so jealous, well Damon wanted him to feel that he was as jealous about Mimi too. This would be so good trap for Mimi too. She would see that Charles was as possessive and jealous as he was, and she would have to learn to accept it.
We had so much fun on our drive to this first farm. First of all, even though I had SUVs as my work cars in missions and European jobs, this was a hybrid, kind of between a model of sturdy SUV and a lighter model sedan or sports model, too.
This car was fucking great to drive, and my driving position was just right, perfect. Now maybe I understand why Damon and the men prefer these cars if they're so comfortable to drive. It was a big car compared to my nimble sports car, but it was a pleasure to drive. This was the size that Damon and Adam usually drove.
But this was a good car in this terrain as it was early winter, there was snow, roads were slippery and the roads were not in the best shape, I got good tires on this one and this was quite safe to drive even on rougher and not-so-good terrain.
We drove to the bird farm; I parked our car, so it was easy to just leave and we got out of the car, seeing the host, a tall, good-looking man, walking up to us. And this host reminded me of Ryan Reynolds. We got out of the car, all of us, and I introduced myself.
"Hi, I am Mimi, and this is Mimosa, and here is Mirella, we are here looking for some Christmas foods, I am a supernatural, hybrid and I have quite a damn strict diet but I saw from your website that your birds are fed so that they suit me."
The farmer smiled and told me that his name was Jack and he would love to tell me about different birds and meats that they had. I was not the first supernatural person to visit his farm, so he knew what to expect.
We walked across this big yard, and Mimosa went to look at a barn and the host followed. He opened the door and showed an enormous barn full of chicks. There were chicks in the barn, different species, and mixed up.
The host said, "Those are food birds. They go for animal food. If your wolf wants to eat them, go ahead. They are useless. Usually males, or then a little less perfect, so this is business after all. Sometimes someone might fetch some pet birds here, but we have so many chicks born all the time that there are plenty to have. No charge. It is good for me if your wolf is having a nice organic lunch there. She is a big gal, so she must have an appetite. "
Mimosa said, "I do have an appetite and I am also a very gentle soul so I can assure you, my good farmer, that this will be quite a stress-free and painless end for my food."
I tried not to smirk. Mimosa could be sometimes quite a character.
Mimosa went into the middle of the flock, picked one at a time, and ate. The birds didn't notice the danger in their midst and were quite happy. Mimosa killed the chick in her mouth quickly and painlessly and then ate it. She used Mimo's power and calmed those chicks, so they were not aware of anything bad.
Farmer said to me, "Well would you like to see our selection of game birds? We have quite a selection of those too, quite organic, too."
I left Mimosa and Mirella to it. I went after the host to look at the birds. First the game birds. This one had a divine selection, and we chatted about Christmas and Christmas food and I told him about my food restrictions. We chatted while I scanned the birds. I had a scanner in my hand and I had money, so this would be great. Our Christmas would be pretty perfect chicks' Christmas, girls rules!