At the party, the sinister plan was well on the way. Damon had been lured to chase that fear demon. He was going for the door, trying to sense if it was anywhere near him. Suddenly, he sensed it. He glanced sharply around him, seeing one man walking briskly toward one room, and Damon smelled the bitter stench of demons wafting from that man. He followed. Striding amongst quests. His expression was firm, and he was trying to control himself but he knew Bran would get percussions on this one. He would teach him once and for all to stop selling Mimi to evil medical facilities.
Despite the festive atmosphere and most people's ignorance of the surrounding danger, Damon remained calm when he followed the demon. He was onto the prowl and Fear Demon would be a very tasty snack for him and he could finish it off with his dagger after a decent meal. And then it would be Bran's turn after Mimi would be safe to get through the brief lesson.
He was near the door of the room where he had just seen the fear demon go. He opened the door and stepped in, fangs ready, his eyes red as blood. Suddenly there was someone else, behind him and he had no time to react when muscular arms grabbed his head and twisted once, snapping his neck.
Man dragged now lifeless vampire to the couch, took with clinical efficiency implant gun from his briefcase, lifted the vampire's shirt, and fired three powerful implants into his abdominal cavity. He took the remote and activated those sedative implants that would keep this vampire a long time out cold. In the chair next to the sofa, Adam lay, out cold too. He had been captured as well, implanted too. Soon they would get Charles, too.
Charles left Mimi on the couch to sit. She was pretty much out of it, but he had seen Mimosa being very unsure on her feet as well.
He went to Mimosa and said, "Come on, someone is after Mimi or you, so I better get you to safety."
Mimosa muttered something, and they walked to one room. Charles had no time to act when someone grabbed his head and twisted it once. Mimosa fell. The sedative in her food was taking more and more effect, and she soon could not move. She could only watch as some scientist shot three implants at Charles, triggered them, and then came to her, doing the same. Darkness took Mimosa with it, too.
Bran was mingling with quests when he noticed Mimi being carried away. It was going to be fine. His friend just needed to kind of borrow Mimi a bit so he could refine his new line of medicine that would help so many. There would be no pain, Mimi would be kept anesthetized, they had wonderful drugs and she would be fully pain-free. Bran was an idiot with those who promised or told him one thing and did the other, he just went along, believing because he had known these people so long, they had not been werewolves, but just business deals over the years, and Bran had no reason to suspect that there would be anything sinister behind this man's words.
Samuel had not seen this at all, and he was getting pretty drunk. Well, one scientist had put something extra in his drink too and he was soon too wasted to see what was going on around him.
The party went on, and guests had started to leave already. Bran saw this as a full-on success. Of course, those three of four if you take Mimosa into account would not appreciate but Mirella had promised to care for them until the drugs in their system had been digested. Mirella had been on board with this plan.
Of course, given that it was Bran who had ensured that it was Mirella who ended up inside Mimi in the first place, thus granting her a second chance, it had been Bran who had originally killed Mirella. Mirella had been one of his lovers, and she had betrayed him with another man.
Bran being hateful of vampires, so he had killed her. Then, centuries later, he found out that Mirella's soul still existed and once Mimi had come into his life, and it had been clear that she would evolve into a vampire, Bran had been in a soft mood and decided to give Mirella a second chance. So Mirella owed him everything and that kind of power was something that Bran loved.
Mirella, being his little bitch, made this all so perfect, and now she was basically pretty Mimi, so she would once again fill her role as his lover. Giving him access to her body whenever Bran needed it. Bran had somehow forgotten how terrible shape Mimi had been after Damon's treatment, after the shed session or then he just thought that no one could do more damage to Mimi than Damon had done to her. Not his business partner, anyway. He got from this deal quite a chunk of land in South America, meaning he could expand his territory there too. Those wolves would answer to him soon enough.
What Bran did not know was that there was ancient evil inside him, more old almost than time itself, and it had gotten inside him in that faithful cave a long time ago. This evil was weak. It had been bound there by its opposite force and Bran had been a shelter for it, so over the years that evil got strength little by little. corrupting Bran along the way.
Bran was supposed to be almost like King Arthur to werewolves, but he ended up becoming a tyrant, not making a round table but being a self-proclaimed king and taking all the power itself. This was evil's effect on him. That evil made him abuse his power, marrok power and it lost its potency, its goodness slowly over the centuries. Bran realized this when he tried to heal Mimi and that power that once had close lethal wounds to werewolves had really no effect on that abused poor girl.
After everything was cleaned away and Mirella had moved those four into the bedroom to sleep it off, Bran went to his study and did a little bit of work, but then again, he felt so amazing that he called Mirella over and they had a pretty intense time together. His friend had promised to deliver evidence that Mimi was not hurt but as passion took over, all of those promises went away and there was nothing else than just the two of them. Mimi and her experience, whatever it might be, was nothing important and besides, Mirella assured Mimi could take whatever they would put her through. She was immortal, unkillable, and now useful for humanity.
Damon woke up slowly, his mind was still muddled by those strong sedatives, and a feeling of thread washed over him, his connection to Mimi was wide open and her pain, confusion, and agony flooded so fast and furiously into him he could not control the flood of emotion right away, but it took time before he snapped their bond shut, just for a while, until he would be fully awake and able to understand what the hell was going on.
It took a few hours for him to get himself fully awake and notice that Adam, Charles, and Mimosa were also waking up. He remembered the party, and he knew Mimi had been taken. He also knew that Bran was responsible and Bran would be the first thing that he would take care of. It was time to give a lesson to Bran. Again, what will happen when you mess with Mimi? This lesson would be raw, brutal and he felt no mercy, as he planned his lesson.
He knew he would direct other men to try to locate Mimi. He had taken his phone, noticing that the transmitter had been destroyed inside Mimi's brain, and he cursed himself long and hard.
Charles grunted. "I assume the transmitter is out of whack. Da will pay for this. Mimi has been taken. God, damn it."
Adam said nothing. His eyes were black pools of nothing, and he had black veins all around his eyes. His vampire side was up.
Damon looked at him and said," Adam, not now. Control yourself. Bran belongs to me and he will get lessons that will hit and sink for a long time. You two, try to find Mimi and at the same time, expose those friends of Bran's who are using him to get to Mimi. I guess there are quite many of them."
Men and Mimosa left for work after six hours. It took that long for them to get rid of that drug. Damon also knew that Mirella had been aware of this, and he had now put Mirella on the list, too. One day, he would dig her heart out of her chest and kill her. That was the promise that he made to himself.
Bran was in his study when Damon just stepped in.
Damon sat opposite Bran, looking at him, not showing any emotions in his face, and then said," Well. It is time for you to learn actions and consequences once and for all. Time for you to get your lesson. I am not sure if Damien is separate from me, but it/he is too annoyed with you. You see, Mimi belongs to me, to us, and when you hurt the one I/we love. We/I will teach you a lesson. Now just think about what I did to Mimi. I was not even angry with her, and with the help of my blood, you can take a lot of teaching."
Something in Damon's voice made Bran scared.
He composed to himself and said," Focus on being part of this pack, not punishing me for helping humanity. Mimi will be fine. She is painless, kept sedated, not aware of anything."
Damon hissed, "You are such a fool. You don't have any idea how well I feel about her when our true soulmate bond is wide open, and she is not out cold. She is in pain, in agony, aware and you are about to have it."
Fast flash and Bran found himself to be in Damon's grip, his cruel hand around his neck and he felt a sting in his heart before darkness took over fully.
Bran woke up on a tied cold steel table. He was naked, in pain, and confused. He tried to remember what had happened days before and slowly, agony, fear, and pain came back to his memory.
Damon had taken him into one of his torture sheds. He had put him into shuttles, torture devices, a few of them, then used his blood to heal his body so he could withstand. But he had told him in an ice-cold voice that this was the first test run of his new energy umbrella. So it would work, meaning he would ensure that Bran would lose his straps. And end up in Mimi's mind. Damon had told him he had made a place in Mimi's mind for him. So he would be part of whatever Mimi went through and this would be part of the lesson too.
But Bran was not in that shed now and he noticed he was tired, weak, and pretty low on straps, 80 of them. He was also secured to this table by cling film, with his head, torso, and feet too. This was a real shed, tiny, and dark, and he could see pictures on the walls. Of him. Man walked next to him. Dexter.
Bran had worked little with this one, but this had been one of Mimi's again. Her contacts, her underlings.
Dexter said to him. "Damon gave me the honor of doing this. As I am Mimi's friend too and Damon needed to go and try to find her himself, he decided that I would have the pleasure of ending you, meaning you will lose your life, not permanently of course, given you are almost immortal and all of that but for now."
Dexter walked lazily around the table. He had quite a few knives with him, and an apron too. He started to slash Bran. Telling him all of those times when he had wronged Mimi. Damon had dug them out, so they were really sharp in his memory, and Damon had told Dexter too. As he talked about them, slashing him same time.
The bitter stench of Bran's fear, his blood mingled in the air, in this oppressive place, dangerous, painful place, and slash by a slash, Bran noticed his straps falling slowly, one strap here, another there and he realized how awful this feeling is. Losing the straps. Bran was now the victim. He was not a strong marrok, and he had noticed that marrok power had left him at some point, meaning he had been too weak to be marrok and not even thinking who was marrok right now.
Dexter's voice was cold but not emotionless as he had some real rage behind his words, meaning he would feel something. Unlike Damon or Damien, whoever had been worked him onto that shed, he had been truly emotionless, seeing him as just a piece of meat. Nothing more, just a toy. Amusement.
Then Dexter took a big sharp knife, looked at Bran, and said, "I guess it is time to end this, to get my pleasure to know that you are no longer doing your evil."
He plunged that big sharp knife into Bran's belly, right middle of it, The sharp pain of that steel embedded in Bra's gut made him gasp and he felt his blood pouring out, he was getting weaker, seeing Dexter looking at him all the time.
Dexter twisted the knife, and blood was dripping onto the floor now and its smell brought Dexter to such satisfaction. He looked into the eyes of his victim. Soon Bran's eyes glazed over, his expression relaxed and Dexter felt his satisfaction to rise, to see this bastard dead, lifeless in front of him.
A little while later, he took the knife out, put it on the table, and took that drop of blood from his victim. TV series had been right on this one, but he had not been married to Rita. Rita had died in childbirth, leaving him to raise his son alone. There had not been other children. Or that dark passenger thing. It had been all fiction.
He went out to sit, enjoying himself, and then he took his cell phone, put the message in, and waited. Two hours later, the lights of the SUV brushed in the dark forest as Charles and Adam came to pick up Bran's body. This has been a real pack lesson to Bran. They all knew what would happen to him and it had been all decided mutually, not just by Damon but by Charles, Adam, Mimosa, and Samuel, too. Car came to the yard, stopped and Dexter stood up. He shook hands with them. Charles had delivered him victims too.
Men walked inside. They had a blanket with them, and they wrapped Bran's mutilated pale body in it, carrying it into the car. No remorse, only satisfaction was on both of their faces as they saw Bran lifeless. it was time for him to learn and the lesson would not end there. Damon had wanted to ensure that the selling of Mimi would stop once and for all.
As men drove away with Bran's body, Dexter went to clean his little workstation, humming to himself in satisfaction. He was a stone-cold killer, a psychopath, but he had had sense to give his son to adoption to ensure that he would not be like him. He had a long time ago accepted who he was.
He was amused by that TV series and those books, too. Pure fantasy, what it came to his life story. After cleaning that shed, and himself too, he went to sit outside, and took out his blood collection, looking at those drops of blood. His first victims had been her parents and his unborn siblings, there was a drop of blood from his mother, and from his father, and also from those two unborn twins, that had been cut out, ensuring that they would not survive, drops of blood had been collected too.
His motives had been pure hate about his life, being raised as firstborn in a rich family, but as a cult member, and his hate for his parents had grown over the years. He was not the chosen one that his parents called him. They wanted to marry him whoever they chose for him and have babies, more innocent victims of this cult.
In that cult, it had been leaders who had the right to take virginity. That couple had taken innocence from boys and girls, too. The woman and man who led that cult had been truly evil, not to mention how many times that man got girls pregnant, how many babies were his, and how inbred that entire system was.
Dexter's parents had joined the cult when they had been young and Dexter was born soon after. It had twisted him. But he had escaped, and killed his parents and those two baby girls in his mom's belly. Better for them. Soon Dexter thought, he could go again somewhere else, like one base, to see if there was work for him.