The whole pack fit in this SUV, and I was already reeling in my mind at all the problems that could happen. I was strictly in gig mode and I could feel the tension in the car. The boys were super ready, as well as Adam and Charles too. Most of the salvatores were more than ready. I knew it was more than likely that there would be not just humans who would try to shoot or hurt us.
But those two. The drive took three hours. Damon and Mariella were fucking in the back of the car, and I wondered if they'd stay in the car to fuck when you go on a gig. I could feel quite many salvatore exploring my mind, as well as a lepard. He was on the prowl, meaning I had a leopard walking in my mind, seeing and sniffing around. Number two was really digging in. He was making a nest in my mind. I felt him deep in my mind, and a whole different part than number one was. This one was much more tenacious, slithering my mind, so I had my work cut out for me, not letting him everywhere in my mind. He was more or less oozing into my mind, so it was not so easy to stop or prevent him.
And then those two fuckers. At the moment, that feeling is as incongruous with my state of mind as it can be. I was on a mission, not fucking wildly in the car, as Mariella was, moaning and sighing, screaming at the top of her lungs every time she came, so my attitude was on a mission while this mating couple had other ideas. I was glad that my people weren't on this mission. As this behaviour would have them roll their eyes quite a lot.
Then we got there, and the mating had stopped half an hour earlier, and they were still looking at each other fiercely. I thought in my mind that they would have just stayed to fuck in the house. Now, I'm not at all sure if either of their heads is in this. I thought I should order them to stay in the car because they could be a liability. It was time to keep my mind on the matter and those two had sex in their mind.
But we'd soon see, and there could be a good chance that those two would return to the house after this, and I could do a clean-up on my own; of course, it would always be a bonus if there were a Sark or two. Magnum had gotten rid of those three that he had gotten earlier, and I might find a few of my own. He had not told my pack about my darker side. My torturer's side.
I got out of the car, and Lepard and Demon were near me. I was more than ready. Boys were in hunting more, full of danger and lepard's golden eyes, his feline side came out briefly as to see me, flashed in the night.
Demon said, his voice was full of bloodlust. " We'll go ahead. We'll try to watch for danger."
He was not anymore so sex lustful but this was a pretty dangerous creature next to me. He had been growing up too.
I said, " Let's put the drones in the air first and look at the thermal camera."
I showed boys images of my drones, and they directed them everywhere so they could see. I put my fleet of drones going where they want them to go. They were really sharp.
Everything was clear; the termination targets did not show as it was always a protected spot, but you could not see the people at least. The demons, well, that was another story. In recent years, there has been a real boom in mercenary demons on the pharmaceutical companies' lists, and these are often loyal and do not just act for money.
So it meant that these scientists or whoever had gotten these demons out of their realm and that weren't so nice places to live. And on earth, this was paradise for them. Willing humans, food and water, and pain. Demons were very loyal as their life here were pretty perfect and they liked this work.
I had several salvatores look at those surveillance images, too, as well as Adam and Charles. I got a lot of advice on what to look next, so I directed my drones all over the place. Finally, everyone was happy. I called my six drones back, packed them in my bag, and I was ready. Magnum had made my drones. They weren't even known by the military, only by us.
We went in, and I directed the salvatores in the other direction to secure. I didn't even check to see if Damon and Mariella were with me. Charles was walking beside me, he was oozing danger, and he was fucking tight. He seemed to have that side back in play. Adam was slightly behind me. I could smell both men's slightly burned smell. Meaning the vampire side was out, too. I had told them about the possibility of demons. They were more than ready. I kept myself under control. As always. Good leader does not let any side of her out, not unless it is necessary.
I had got a few confirmations on demons, so I knew that there were those too. Now I tried to move quietly so no one would be alarmed too early. I crept upstairs and opened the door. I could already smell the demons, the sharp pungent smell of sulphur and rotten fruits and Charles could, too.
He said, " Me and Adam will go first, you follow, and we'll take care of the demons. They don't have a chance."
His voice oozed danger and his darkness was visible.
I nodded and let them go first. I waited for minutes before moving. Then I dashed to the right place on the floor and blew the door open. One minor explosive in the right spot, so the sound was kind of muffled. I went inside and searched through it. I had to do this and not think about what everyone else was doing. I had to trust my team, even it was my pack.
As normally in a gig like this, I first looked through a few things, drugs and records. There was an enormous medicine cabinet. I perused it fast and they would be a good haul. Many experimental drugs and preparations are done from enzymes, too. Part of this facility was an enzyme facility. it was just too bad that most of the victims died when enzymes were robbed of them. Then the other room was a sort of archive, with just paper records, and there was a goddamn file on me. I took that with me in my bag. Fine, let's do the most important thing first. I knew what was down the hall, and that's where I was going.
This was never easier and my old gig song was almost now my power song, Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I let the song play in my mind. It was not so good of a distraction, but it was something. As the song states, I walk alone, only my shadow walks next to me.
I was ready. This was my duty and no need to traumatize anyone else. I was kind of numb every time I did this. I had learned to suppress my emotions, most of them at least. I was a killer. This was what I had done most of my life. Taking lives.
Mariella was ready. Salvatores was quite busy as demons were everywhere and she, Damon, and Alaric had come in and found this floor with these shuttles. When Damon opened one lid, and showed her they were shed session devices. She had felt hate, and anger for these monsters. She was trying to think what it felt to be victim in there. Those were something that she did not ever want to experience. Not even in vampire heat.
Song played in her mind and she was wondering at first what was this number five or seven singing to her but no. It came from Mimi's mind. But she also felt Mimi, her determination once again, do it all herself, without anyone. She had gotten some kind of connection to her through that magical symbol. She could feel Mimi better and she realized it was her guardian side. It had evolved too.
Mariella said to Damon, "I can hear Mimi's thoughts, partially at least. Let's just go after Mimi. You know what she has to do. Take Alaric with you. He needs to see."
They were exploring another floor. There was a shed session with equipment, and Damon had been telling Mariella in a hushed voice what the machine was doing. But Alaric had been there, and Damon had been telepathically telling his friend the entire drive about everything that had happened. He didn't tell her what Mimi had to do; he wanted to show her.
Alaric was also furious about these shuttles, and when Damon had stated that they could be dismantled and reused, Alaric had not been so on board. He wanted to destroy them. Damon had shown him these special metals, very rare ones. Why these shuttles were operational after these years, not rusted at all? Mariella saw pain flashing Damon's gaze as he watched his friend who was trapped in a 60-year-old body forever.
They went upstairs quickly, and Alaric asked, " What is this all about? Mimi never said. She just said that if a particular structure is found, she has to be informed. And I haven't asked." Alaric's voice was plain, like a little robotic, too.
Damon growled, " You haven't when my future wife has you compelled on the subject."
He was a little irritated about his behavior in a car and that Mimi had already been in that horrible place. He had already lost his grip on his plans. He was becoming a fucking machine, and fast, too. He could feel Mimi's mind, her numbness.
Alaric said," No, I eat vervain every day."
He looked at Damon, frowning, perplexed too.
Damon laughed low and said, "The vervain does not protect you. The girl is that strong, but come and see. Ask Wulfe if you don't believe me."
They went upstairs, and Damon showed them the blown-up door. They went into the hallway, and Alaric said, " So secret wing, drugs, information, what's the big deal? She said that there might be infection risk, and it is mainly her pulling the plug. Victims are in a coma. "
Their steps were quiet on the floor. Damon had seen drugs, he had seen all of those files and told already demon and lepard to come here when they were free. Those needed to be taken away and studied properly, too. It was not good that enzymes were used this much, it meant lives lost.
As he looked at his buddy, Damon said, " Let's go to the end of the hallway, and you'll see what this is all about. Why she is not letting anyone here, or tell anyone, not even Wulfe, or Magnum? "
They headed towards the double doors, and Mariella remembered how they had watched Mimi's liberating victims. But she was ready. She had been in this kind of gig once earlier. She knew that there was no hope. And this was best to do these poor souls. She had gotten confirmation from upstairs and reassurance that they would be welcome and taken care of.
As I went into the hall, the demon appeared from nowhere. It had teleported and attacked me directly, slashing my stomach with the demon's sword. I turned, but he had gotten his damn blade through my armor and I kicked it and good, cursing as I felt the burn and knew it was Rose Thistle. It was all fucking bullshit. It destroyed my healing ability faster than cobalt, and the effect spread. It was like napalm, and I knew I was back to doing creative surgery on the thing.
Two other demons teleported in there, too. I hated this Satan herb. It also exposed me to infection so that every time I had it; the wound got infected, and I had a fever for up to three weeks. My people had not been very impressed by me then.
But now I didn't have time to swear in my mind when I had three demons in my hands. I could feel one of them still slashing my back, and reached into my thigh pocket, got my demon kill gun out, and shot them. It was a silent gun, bullets made by Magnum, and the gun was small caliber, it was all that was needed.
They disintegrated into puddles of slime that evaporated immediately. I went into the hall, and there were at least 70 beds, each with a victim. I steeled myself and went to look at the victims after I had put the slashes away. My vest had adjustable straps that enabled me to put it better on me and cover that slash, too. I didn't need questions now.
Demon sword went through even an enchanted jacket, so this was always a risk. That damn herb was the only problem. Wulfe and Magnum had tried to find something that could withstand that demon's sword, but these guys had these very nasty swords. I kept my expression neutral and took out my recorder as I started to go through the victims.
I always talked to each one for a moment. I didn't put them down yet; I put them all in my mind and let them record their farewells to their relatives. I picked up this habit almost seven years ago. Not everyone wanted to, and I knew they had no one. I let them speak and so many of them just begged me to end it. I promised it was soon.
I was well over halfway on my rounds when I heard voices from Damon, Mariella, and Alaric. Well, fine, he can see this, but the little compulsion, and he remembers nothing. He can't take this and I need him too much in fleas. He was the most human that I had in my inner circle.
Alaric was walking down the hall, and Damon spoke softly, as they looked at Mimi, who was walking from one bed to another, speaking softly, letting them tell their farewells.
"This is a Liberation gig. As you can see, there is nothing to be done but to end the suffering. She is going to terminate these humans and quite often there had been old fleas that she had had to kill. This is not just pulling the plug. They are awake, in pain, and able to talk. She is a doctor, so she sees just how much these are suffering."
A vampire's voice was a mere whisper, full of admiration, the need to protect, and also pure love.
Alaric remained silent for a moment and then asked, " Why doesn't she allow the others to take part? I mean, I can... Wulfe could certainly do it with a few spells." He frowned.
Damon said softly, " Mimi is Mimi. She always bears the greatest burden, always. And it shows. She protects. Yes, I helped in time and quite a lot, but as I said, I was or still am a weather vane. In these seven years, she has taken so many bruises on her soul. I still try to help, but she is still in her shell. She protects you, and everyone else around her. She knows she can take the hit, no matter what the cost it had to her soul, just because she feels she is the only one who should do this. She sees herself as the monster, partly for this, and then when she has escaped and killed humans with bare hands. She blames herself for these victims, especially for fleas, because according to her, if she had not taken them in fleas they would not have become targets and tortured, but they would have had a good life."
Alaric nodded and said, "Well let's get on then, these need to help out and you go talk to her. While I start on this side, she has already gone through these."
His voice was professional, but a little bewildered still. He was also protective of Mimi and did not want her to do this shit job.
Damon nodded, he and Mariella walked up to Mimi.
I was way over halfway through when Damon came to my side, and then he saw me let everyone say goodbye. I had my recorder, and I had done three quarters already. At headquarters, I would record these messages, their last words on their disks, to give to the family if they wanted. After I will have every message in my tape, I will do a release tour.
Damon came in as I was moving on to the next one and said, " Just hand it over to me, and Mariella will let these record. As you can see, Alaric is helping."
He took gently the recorder from my hand. "I will go and make sure that no one will come back." His voice was a gentle whisper, and he took my implant gun, too. He grabbed it from my pocket. I had no time to stop him.
Alaric was already terminating, and I could see by the look on his face that this was going to hurt him and hurt him badly.
I said, " Alaric can't take it. See for yourself. I don't want him to burn out. I have to make him forget. He is too important for my organization. He is one of my top dogs."
Damon said, " Sorry, baby, no way. I got there first, and I protected him from you. Alaric is strong, and most importantly, he's up to speed. Now he knows what's going on and can always send someone else to do the job. You're not supposed just to suffer all the time, trust me. You can go now. Look for other things to do. We'll finish this, and believe me, no one will bring these people back to life. I can promise you that. Just give me the explosives, and I'll get them. Take Mariella and start going through the rooms again."
I gave Damon the explosives and took Mariella. Every bit that I had reserved, almost. He demanded them, more or less. I left a few if I have a chance to put them into those other rooms.
I directed Mariella into the drug room, showing her preparations that had been done by using human enzymes and the supernatural, too. She started stuffing the drugs into the bag again. I told her that this had been a partial enzyme facility and that witches' enzymes were something that was used and studied quite often, as it was one theory that magic needed certain enzymes and they were searching for them. I told her also that rarely those witches live long. She was quite damn charged up with that.
I cursed when I felt the Rose Thistle burning and fucking well. Colin had found no relief, and I knew I was not getting better. I heard in my earpiece, salvatores cursing all the time and it seemed that demons were plentiful, so I was not so sure how well we could blow this place up. There was gunfire almost the whole time, and then Damon and Alaric came in.
Mariella had already stuffed six bags full, and I had collected the hard drives, paper folders, and everything we could carry. Lepard came in, and I already gave him the bags, which he teleported to the car, and he was ready to go. Then we cleared the wing and started moving. There were dead people everywhere; luckily, there weren't too many demons there. Or at least they had left no bodies, only puddles of goo.
We ran out, to the car, and then Damon and other salvatores blew up the entire building. Almost all of it went up in flames. They had put a few spells in places, too. There had been no protection against magic. So spells fueled by energies had helped things along. They had put a lot of explosives there were possible and we had a lot of damage done to that damn place.
We got to the car, and Adam started driving to the base. Mariella and Damon were very close. Many salvatores were still all adrenaline-rushed and talking with Alaric. I'd leave there right now for that gig just to take the other car and go. I had to drive there, no teleportation, as Sark had a way of noticing teleportation, and if I had victims there, I did not want to give them pre-warning.
I had a fully stocked car there, and it would hold whatever I took with me from there. I'd watched a few tapes of my shed, and yes, you could still see the enjoyment. I remembered each of those sessions, saw him doing his twisted experiment and I had found quite a selection of those dictations too, listening to them, living almost in my memory.
I knew Sark had tried to make those shells, but he had not found everything. I had done this shed thing for that reason, too. No need for them to start to make those damn shells and infect humans with them.
Quite a few were still being made in Damon's body at the time. The sheds were a fucking good place to get all kinds of drugs and dentals too, though, and I had a godsend of a medicine stash in Moldova. I wouldn't tell Damon anything. Ever. One of my secrets, one of so many, and I had no problems of keeping secrets. None. I was not Mariella. not worshipping him.
I was keeping myself under control and not talking too much, as Alaric was already planning a special group in those liberations. He was planning to put Dexter to be one guy. I was not sure if Dexter would do it fast enough. He liked to play with his victims. His favorites were Sarks. They really were.
We got there, and Alaric went inside. We all went in for a moment while I carried stuff in. There were people ready to unpack and examine the drugs and files. I left three heavy bags on one table, seeing people flocking around them. I saw that most of the Salvatores were busy too, but I had time to take that file. No need to carry it around. I went to my office, opened my safe, put the file in there, and closed my locker.
I had not noticed that I had been followed, and he was not too happy. " Did you know, baby, that I'll get that open if you don't show me what you just put in there?" Damon said dangerously.
I opened my safe back up and took out the file. Just in case this would get this terrier to stay on base. I handed it to Damon, who took it, opened it, and furrowed his brow. He walked to my desk and sat down on my comfy chair as he read that file.
He said, " And how many of these folders, baby, do you have? And where? This information is of no use to you but to me, so maybe I can help with some things. I'll have a better understanding of what's going on."
My one chronic problem had been for decades, ever since, and a little before that, pancreatic insufficiency. I didn't make the right pancreas, that's why the food didn't absorb as well as it could have. The sugars were prone to play up. If I had a pancreas transplant, then fine. It worked for a year or two until it was no longer okay, and Damon had never understood it. What's wrong with me that that pancreas gets damaged?
Damon sat and started going through the files carefully. I opened another cabinet. I had some other information in here. As I said, I was a popular target, and I had found my data all over the place. I had been captured so many times in my life and I had found quite a lot of my files here and there.
I took a big stack of files, put them in front of Damon, and said, " There, I've got to go now. Another job coming up. I have more of those files a little everywhere."
Damon looked up and growled, " You're not going alone, don't you think? You should always have backup, Missy,"
I said, "It's just a clearance job, no danger, old Sark's warehouses, sometimes there is something, and something nothing."
He sat better in that chair, took one folder, and immersed himself in it. Then I went out the door, leaving him to read the information.
I was in our central hub and I saw Ric standing there. Several salvatores were busy talking around the enormous tables about gigs.
I said to Ric, "I'm going to the clearance job now. I'll be back here."
He nodded. He was listening to what everyone was talking about. Mariella was talking to people too, but she was looking a little everywhere, like she was overwhelmed. Then I noticed Lepard looked at me. He was leaning against the wall, looking bored, but I could feel him in my thoughts.
He walked over to me and said, "I'm off duty now, so I'll go with you. We'll get through it quicker."
But as I didn't want to show the Lepard a shed, I was still protective. I said, " Go and see Mariella; she's lonely out there; it won't take long, maybe 10 hours. It'll be over quickly."
I showed him Mariella, who was now almost overwhelmed as Damon was not with her and everyone else was focusing on something else, a whole new thing.
Lepard turned to look at Mariella and then walked towards her. I sighed and went out. Lepard had been tense. Little unloading is doing good for him. He had seen a few shed session devices, smelled the victims, and maybe sensed the energies, too. His rage smelled in the air. It smelled like an explosion to be happening.
I picked up the bright blue SUV, set the GPS, and started driving towards the shed. The drive would be about four hours, and it always took a couple of hours to kill the Sarks and then empty their car too, collect all the dental stuff from the shed, and then blow the shit up. My car was very comfortable to drive.
After I'd driven an hour, a dull ache in my stomach told me that the demon sword had sliced open my peritoneum and there might be a bit of a bigger infection. Well, I'll be fine. Eventually, at least. I had time. The pack would end up fucking at some point and I could take things a little easier, maybe. Not going on so many missions. I stopped halfway through the trip, went to the trunk, opened the storage system, and took a jar of protective foam from the first aid kit.
It wouldn't take much of the pain away, but it would keep me from tearing the wound open like that all the time. It was a blood-clotting foam and would bind the wound a bit. I would have to do a minor operation, at least on my front side. My back was feeling dull, and I could also put some foam on there. Then I continued my drive. Thank god I was very flexible. Back to driving.
A few hours later, as Mariella had gotten one very tense lepard even a little more relaxed mode, she wandered to look for Damon. She found him at Mimi's office. Damon was sitting behind Mimi's immense desk. There were files in front of him, and he was reading them, brow furrowed, grunting softly.
Mariella came up to Damon and said, " Oh, Mimi has gone. What are you doing here? I had a quick one with Lepard when he had to unload."
Damon looked up and said, "Miss has been gathering information about herself, fucking important stuff, and there's a lot. I'll try to study through it now. So much new information, and it takes time to get it all processed in my mind. It is little like I have had a piece of picture in my mind the whole time and now there are stuffed more parts, so how this all fits in, takes time."
Mariella walked over to Damon, closed the files, and said, "I felt like you were trying to help everyone. Come on, there's a good sofa over there, and we'll unpack for a couple of hours. "
She wanted her husband now. She also needed to unpack and spend time with Damon. Those shed session devices. She had tried to imagine what it was like inside them.
Damon got up, threw his wife on the couch, and took her roughly. He had tried so hard to save them, to help them, heal them, but no, magic and energy had ensured that no one would survive. The facility had been blown up, and Damon was unloading everything. They fucked for four hours and then went to Mimi's nice shower, yes here the lady had spared no expenses. They had just gotten their clothes on, and both of them had found spare clothes in Mimi's locker. There was a sound of footsteps and Damon smelled Lepard's, passionfruit and lychee scent.
Lepard came into the room and asked, "Where was Mimi going? Did she tell you?"
His voice was tense, but he was coming to see if Mimi had gotten permission from Damon. So he would not worry about anything.
Damon replied, "Something about a clearing job. Some old warehouse. Why do you ask?"
Lepard growled," Because Mimi's out on the prowl, stalking some victim, and a good guess is naughty sarks."
He knew better than to lie to the pack leader. He had been in the cage as well, learning to tell everything and straight away.
Damon sighed and said, " Fine, I'll go and see, darling. You're here."
Mariella nodded. Damon focused on sensing Mimi and teleported close to her. He took a few steps so that he came to the clearing where the house was on the forest road. Shed. Memories flashed through his mind, and he was frozen in place.
He remembered how he drove up here, Mimi passed out in the backseat, him carrying her inside, putting her naked body in spiked shackles. Cool surface of those shuttles, the low hum as he flicked them on. Him putting those 13 shuttle devices on. He could feel the heaviness of those gel tanks in his hands.
No, it had been Damien, not him. He focused, banished those memories, felt Mariellas' worry, and sent her his love to say that he was fine.
He could see Mimi's SUV in the shed some distance away. In front of the shed was a big white van and a Bad Sark car. There was also a black car, some kind of regular model.
Damon took a deep breath and remembered how Damien carried Mimi in there. He got the feelings, the memories. Then he moved when there was a crash from inside.
I left my car a good distance away in the shelter and was fucking delighted to see a white van in the driveway. Oh, those things were so cool to empty. I went into the boot and took the guns, ammo, and a couple of explosives with me.
I was ready. I walked calmly to the door, opened it, and stepped inside. There were four naughty Sarks and a woman. I recognized that this was the girl of the fucking bitch Charles was fucking. She was one of my targets. Good day.
I said, "Hello, how nice it is to have so many victims again." I took out my gun and pointed at it the woman.
The nearest sark turned to me and said," Oh, good, you're here. We've got so much to examine you for, an entire arsenal of new anesthetics. And we have a lot of new metal preparations."
Someone shot small darts into my thigh. One of the naughty Sarks had a tranq gun in his hand. I laughed and plucked them out. There were about eight of them, and I sniffed. A powerful substance, except it was in my pants. Armored trousers, you see.
I said, "And where am I going to put the bill for the laundry? These armored trousers are always tricky to wash, and when you splash them like that, you'll have to pay for them."
I kept my voice bored, but sharp enough to know that I was not in a too playful mood.
The woman turned to look at me and said, " You murderer. You murdered my mother, but Charles is my father, I know that."
I looked at her for a long time, keeping my gun pointed at her, my finger on the trigger, and said, " Sorry, it doesn't work. Your mother had brown eyes, and so did Charles, but you have blue. I don't think your mother was even your mother."
The woman was silent. Suddenly, my world exploded as the third Sark, who was out of my sight as I was too overconfident, took something from his pocket and threw some sort of grenade at me. I collapsed to my knees, and my head was pounding. I felt like I couldn't breathe. None of my senses were working. I could understand nothing around me, at all. I was in some sort of limbo, and this was not a good feeling at all.
Sark said, "Stun grenade, that's not anesthetic, that's paralytic. "
He threw another one. I was in a complete mess of pain, unable to do anything. My senses were in overdrive, and my head was pounding. I was very confused. I could feel blood running from my nose. My mind felt like it had exploded. Sark came up to me and felt my sleeve. He took a knife and cut my sleeve open between two protective plates so that my arm was exposed, then he shot three rounds of eight darts into it. I was in a ball and could not move. I felt drugs kicking in and pulling in deep into unconsciousness. And fast too. Darkness took me once again.
Damon stepped in and saw several naughty sarks, Mimi unconscious on the floor, and a woman. He hit each sark with telepathy and penetrated deep, destroying and taking data. He sent the data to Alaric. Damon attacked the woman and mauled her to nothing. He sent all of their bodies to Ethna. He stood in the middle of the shed. It was still intact. Those drugs, instruments and he could almost smell Mimi's weakness and pain in the air. Memories flooded into his mind.
Mimi was lying on the ground. He could almost remember what it felt if he would lift her in that table, undress her, put her in. Feeling a sense of victory, she was now in a perfect state. Memories flooded in his mind from somewhere and he was frozen in his place, not sure what to do.
Mariella teleported to Damon and wrapped herself around him. She sensed Damon's emotions and disgust and even received Damien's memories from him. Damon was frozen in his place, seeing the past, and feeling everything. He was shaking, muttering something incoherent.
Mariella said, "Come on, sweetheart, just leave it alone. It wasn't you. It was Damien. "
Mariella used a spell. She pushed those memories out and knew that she might have to do something permanent to get rid of them. They had been really nasty. That feeling of victory, seeing Mimi as a victim.
Spell helped and Damon got out of his funk, realized the whole deal, grunted, and said, " Mimi's been doing this all along, looking for sheds, going through them. Who knows what she's found? How traumatized she is?"
Mariella said, " Yeah, the Salvatores are gonna send Alaric and some others over here soon. Alaric will be thrilled when he finds out the whole thing. He's a nice guy. He hates these machines, but he might get these taken apart and used for good. I would guess that Magnum would have a field day, too. Not sure what Wulfe will do. He is still very protective of Mimi, so he might yell at her, too. Mimi had told him about shed sessions, and quite a lot. "
She hugged Damon, feeling him relaxing slightly. Damon was always number one for her, always.
Damon grunted and said, " Let me go through Mimi. She's been drugged."
Soon, they heard more people coming over. Alaric, number two, and a few other men.
Alaric stepped in and looked at everything. The two had explained everything to him and had turned Alaric into a vampire. Now, he was a little better at this than he used to be. Not so old and feeble anymore, but stronger, crueler, and ready to save humans. Two went over to Mimi, plucked one dart, and sniffed it. Mimi had almost 30 of those in her arm. He took all of them off. They were empty.
Fucking strong. He looked at Mimi's eye; her pupil was almost nonexistent, and the eye moved widely from side to side. Miss would be asleep for a while. He probed her with his telepathy and barely felt her.
Mariella said, " OK, let's go away. There are people here now. Two have already examined Mimi, and she's going to sleep. We have to unload now."
They teleported to the house, and the two teleported Mimi into one bedroom with her clothes on so she wouldn't get cold. Then he went to unpack, too, but with the wolves and the men. Over the years, they developed quite a passionate male relationship, and they helped each other unload and enjoy themselves. It was time again to get all the awful stuff out of their minds. Alaric and Magnum, even Dexter or Wulfe, could also go through those sheds and let those humans out of their misery. Now it was time to let good times help them.