Charles and Adam packed up Mimosa and Mirella and headed off to America to get horny while I went to Portugal for a bullfight at the fight club. I made contact with Magnum and Rob and told them what was going on. Both of them knew what had happened to me and Magnum had been quite adamant that Damon was no longer welcome in base. Not without guards and not with them if possible. I had no say in that matter and it was just what it was.
No gastro implant for me as Colin had thought that it was too risky to put on me, he had just one ready, and me going on fight clubs was not a good option. He was also making that implant more durable and able to withstand more; it was slow going and I had just tried to remember to eat.
First fight club, of course with the bull was not now demon club, but now, I was up against the elementals. It's not easy to beat someone who can turn into the wind. You just have to be clever and figure out how to tire the wind out. Same with water or fire. They had their weaknesses, and I just had to be creative enough in order to utilize them.
There was always a solution to everything, and the bull was quite enraged by the tricks of the elementals that it added to the whole fight. But I was in good shape and recovered quickly from a couple of times when the bull actually pierced me with his horns.
Let's just say I had another experience. It's not every day you get two bull horns through you, and then the damn bull rears its head and starts trotting around with me hanging from the horns. I had to do some pretty exotic maneuvers to get out of it. Of course, I was able to make Bull to do same the elemental once when I had got it into human shape and it was not so lucky, so it had been a water elemental meaning it would turn into water when dying so Bull was soon soaking wet and well washed, almost.
Then, it was Spain's turn. Again, bulls but against a black elf. The fine, this is the experience But I am not easy to target and I have found that little shed session had about made my rage tenfold, so I had to make quite a few new rage wells when I discovered this thing, meaning I was a hell of a lot stronger and meaner too. These are just poisonous and experienced enough fighters that you had to watch out.
Never mind, as long as you're unpredictable enough and always give the wrong signals, you'll be fine. Can lie with your body language. There's an advantage to that skill, which I have developed over the years. I never deliberately used it in a pack, but it was pretty good at fooling enemies. It is part of my pretender skill but also my own learning.
I still have that skill today, lying with my body language. Nowadays, I have used it in a pack when I have had to. Not all secrets are meant to be shared. It's a pretty tricky business if you're trying to get a fucking powerful telepath or more to go along with your little act, but I've done it a couple of times. You learn to hide your thoughts or mask them when there are 11 strong telepaths living in your mind more or less.
And will do so if need be. I have no problem lying or keeping secrets. I do it in order to protect my pack and there is nothing I would not do for them; they had discovered it, a few times and it had led Damon to try to curb my self-destructive methods when it comes to me to save everyone.He uses things like sedation organ which is biological part of me in my spine, meaning one press of remote and I am flanked or programming, he still does that. I am just too stubborn to listen to reason. Sark is still alive and he is as juicy target for me as ever.
Then it was back to France again for some reason. This was a real fight club gig; there was sabotage and traffic control, but I got them for fleas. I bought a new house in France, near Toulouse, and did not tell anyone about that. It would be just my house, my little safe house, when I needed it. It was actually a palace of sorts and very opulent, but I would have time to do it on my own.
And then Germany and those damn 17 clubs. There was one club every night, and then everything else went on for a month in Germany. Magnum and Rob were busy handling quite many missions, and I had fleas helping with everything else than fight clubs. Colin cursed as he was stuck in Ireland and he would have loved to accompany me on my journey and keep me in shape. Yeah, but in this gig, there is no time to sleep and recover.
Italy next, mafia and fight clubs the next month. I was getting damage on the clubs steadily. But now the pace was so fast I didn't have to think about eating or recovering when I had to put the rage back on and keep going. This gig was now so intense that I didn't even have to go to a flea job if one came up. Magnum and Rob were on them mostly and they had made their own team that was also ready if the need arose.
There was always one fight after another, and they were a bit such that you don't remember any details after a while. You just go in and kill your opponent as quickly and efficiently as possible and move on to the next one. They weren't even really always fights, in the sense that I would have given my opponent any chance to attack me. I did not bother to remember even the faces of my opponents when I slaughtered them right away. This was a tight mission and no time to let loose, so to speak.
But they still did it now and then, and I felt it in my skin. Benelux countries and the United Kingdom, as well as Denmark, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Ukraine, Belarus, Moldova, and even Russia, although it took another month to bring the mafia to an end. Then there was the yakuza, China, Japan, the Philippines, Malaysia, and India still left. I was pretty banged up and there was no one free to look me through, so I had just tried to cope with the help of my rage. And oh, boy, I did have a lot of it.
The tour lasted 13 months, and I knew it was going to take some time to recover. I weighed 22 kilos and was exhausted when I finished my last job. What a fucking year it had been again. My life was just one never-ending mission to save the world or save others when I was the one who could take those hits in her skin that no one else could. I informed Charles that the job was over. I had no idea what they had been doing after Mimosa's heat, or if she had had two heats, that wolf could be in the heat most of the time if she chose to be.
He said, " Honey, come to the mansion in New Jersey. Adam, me, and the soft bed are waiting. "
Oh really, I thought, well, that's not a bad way to recover at all. It took some time for me to get in there as I was in China, so I was sitting on my private jet, flying back to home. I had tried to mask my condition as well as possible. My idea had been that in the bedroom's darkness, neither of them would see me that well and I would soon get better with the help of their bump.
My plane landed, I had one car reserved for me and I got on my all-electric, Maserati, convertible; the color being of course pink, and started to drive my mansion. There were no wings, but part of it had been isolated, too. So I went over there, and I had barely time to park my car when Charles was already outside, had black jeans, a white tee shirt, and quite a firm look on his face. I guess he knew me better than I anticipated.
Charles took one look at me and said, "Young lady, I think we'll go over to medbay first for a scan, and then we'll see how you're doing. I can't hear any heartbeat from you, or any sound in your body, so your organs are quite lifeless. Meaning first, some medical intervention is for you to get better."
I didn't start arguing back, and the result of the scan said I was going to have to have an operation. I don't have any functioning organs and too much metal. I had gotten quite a collection of different little pieces of metal in my body and Charles took also quite extensive blood tests to see if any of those metals had been absorbed in my blood and in my body.
I was naked on the patient's bed. They had gotten here good sturdy beds with decent sides, so it would not have been so easy for me to get out of bed if they had not been there. After he had cannulated me and made a cocktail, he came to me and said, " Now honey, you go to sleep, and I, Samuel, and Adam will get you fixed up, and then you can recover. "
I fell asleep as he inserted the anesthetic syringe into my vein and pressed the plunger into the base. My last thought was just that this one in the doctor's mood was quite relentless, too.
Samuel came to help them and they operated on Mimi, both of them, Charles and Adam, drained several bags of dental fluid. Then it ran out. They had the need, but nothing came out and Mirella, who had been a nurse in this operation, told them to go eat. They had run out of some ingredients in the dental stuff, and if they didn't know it themselves, they just had to eat and see if the production would start again.
After Mimi had been operated on, she was in bed, all of those bags were dripping into her and they had not yet even looked at the results of those blood tests, if there were something funny, they would take a retest after all of the dental substances had been given to her.
Mirella went to Mimi, who was still asleep, and turned the anesthetic up even more. She would then put it down when Adam and Charles came in. Mimi wouldn't have to wake up for a while yet, and she could entertain the men quite enthusiastically. She had gotten quite greedy in this last year and Mimi coming back meant that she was a competitor and she should be kept asleep until she would her men to herself again.
Adam and Charles didn't know what to eat, and their teeth weren't producing any more substances. They went to the medbay, and Mimi was still fast asleep. Charles saw her pupil was nonexistent and her eyes moved from side to side, indicating that she was in a deep sleep. Mirella had already taken the anesthetic drip away from her.
Mirella said, " She is so exhausted that she can sleep for a while out of sheer tiredness. We could relax a bit in the bedroom over there. This can take hours or even days, and you need to relax a bit."
Charles furrowed his brow and said, "I think we'll stay here with Mimi, anyway. We don't need that right now. She is now my priority. "
Adam nodded, and they walked over to sit next to Mimi and wait for her to wake up. Mirella knew that wasn't going to happen for a while because she'd poured a big bag of medicine inside Mimi, and she'd probably sleep for a week on that. Now, she just had to be a bit more clever to get those two.
They were so stubbornly attached to Mimi. At least Salvatore understood, even though he was now more into Mimosa. Samuel and Bran were getting a bit boring, and Mirella wanted all the men for herself. She'd already got Salvatore. That little trick in France. After that, Mimi wants nothing to do with Salvatore, and Mirella gets Damon for herself.
She had not taught Mimi not even half of what vampires can do to each other and killing and torturing is not the worst. But Mimi, being soft, got mad, and it is all good for her. Damon belonged to her and that torturing side of him. She knew the truth about Damien, so it would not be a problem. She knew how to get rid of that side of need arose.
How good that she got into her head at first, even though she now had to sleep for years. But she trained Mimi for what she is now, and now it was time for her to get her reward after so many years of work. Bran had been crucial. He had been the one who had gotten her in Mimi's mind in the first place and she had manipulated Bran as well during this year. Bran was getting really boring, and she was not so keen on him. But for her reward. That reward was Damon. And Charles and Adam.
She got the men some coffee where she'd put a little extra. She knew her substances, and it had been disappointing that she was not a tooth vampire, that ability had gotten away when she had broken off from Mimi, but she a chemist, and doctor and knew quite many ingredients in order to get those men. It took about ten times before the men left Mimi in bed and went with her. Then she won again. Slowly but surely, she would get these two for herself, and Mimi, too, would start to like all the men in the pack instead of just a few chosen ones.
Mimi was a real little bitch who thought she was so much better than the others and that she had the right to choose who she fucked in the pack. Mimi should just learn to spread her legs and realize that her pussy belongs to everyone, not just to whoever she wants.
I woke up alone on medbay and was as fucking medicated as can be. I sat up and waited for my head to clear a bit more. I went to the bathroom and got there. My vision was swimming quite damn badly, and it took quite an effort for me to get my business done. I was still only 28 kilos; apparently, I hadn't slept that long. I didn't have a cannula or a urinary catheter. That's why I had to go to the bathroom.
I then went into the kitchen and was surprised to see Mirella in bed with Adam and Charles. And they seemed very excited, almost mechanical, though. If they have such a strong urge, I might not want to get so intense just yet. Whatever had driven them mad.
Charles raised his head and saw me; the look he gave Mirella was murderous. Mirella tried to snap something, and Charles took it and snapped Mirella's neck.
He grunted from the bed and said, "You'd think that Colin's intensive would have calmed that down a bit, but no, fucking shoved some fucking fucking drug in there. Go on, honey, go to the kitchen and I'll be back to feed you after I've had a shower."
I said, "The fact is, Mirella is a total vampiress. They're all like that. Even though Mirella and I have fun and everything, she is what she is, and if she ever gets herself killed over it, I won't mourn. It may sound cruel because she was a part of me, but I've been watching her behavior for longer now."
Then I walked into the kitchen to make coffee, and I already had a bottle of Coca-Cola, which I started sipping.
I tried to remember my dream, and it had been Damon. But the darling side. That much I remembered, but not really anything else. We had been talking without flanks, and I was distracted because I couldn't remember what. It had been a delightful dream, and I wished that I could remember it better. It would mean so much to me, to see that there was still something inside him, worth fighting for.