Next up was a demon. This one was human looking and insignificant but this one had a long saber on his hip. Fine. This one was protecting his balls, I could see that clearly. I walked closer and the demon pulled out the saber. I took a good look and gave my rage a little more boost. The demon attacked and struck with his saber. But being a small, vampire-werewolf hybrid and from the moment I started drinking Damon's blood, I gained speed. I was no longer there when the saber whizzed by. The demon though had eyes full of sand. I hit a jump kick right in the spine and again I slipped away. Next, I hit him in the diaphragm with my fist. And hard. I played with my victim a bit before I snapped the saber in half. I tore the Demon's head off with my sheer strength.

One victim had his heart ripped out of his chest like on the TV show and then that method was good to try on demons because I didn't know the anatomy of all of them yet so I would occasionally pull my hand inside the demon and pull something out. I let my rage be right there in the end. I could feel how I felt smoothed out as the worst of the rage wore off. It was a fun thing to do because, with rage, nothing feels right. Nothing hurts, nothing matters. I felt much clearer when I left the club in the morning.

There was always the next victim. By morning my balance was 13 wins. the flea was starting to get a bit of a reputation. plus with every win you get at least $8000 so good account days ahead. I went to my cabin at 6 am and showered, went to bed to sleep until 10 am when sheer hunger woke me up. I went around the ship again, shopping here and there. Sark and the Korean spent a lot of time in the cabinet so I didn't get that thing going yet. Damon seemed to be walking among a flock of women, and I didn't mind at all.

I looked forward to a night of fighting. Again a success now with 10 slightly more difficult victims that my ribs got a beating but they wouldn't take long to mend. Sark's stalking continued. I stalked Sark for a week trying to find his cabin and what on earth he was doing with a representative of a Korean mining company. I'd gotten that far in finding out who this mystery Korean was, but I still hadn't figured out what Sark was doing with him. and I went to fights every night. My reputation was getting pretty tough and my opponents, well they actually provided a bit of a challenge. My rage was well used and showed no signs of running out. I hadn't used my rage much for anything before. Sometimes maybe sex, but I couldn't get it right. But destroying a good demon was a boy. Admittedly elemental demons and various wizards and witches were more challenging than that, but luckily I was pretty immune. Too bad they weren't immune to me. The Flea ruled and ruled well.

Although there was a demand for a first aid kit on Monday morning when we entered my cabin. There had been a demon with a nasty sword, well the sword and demon were in pieces but those few deeper cuts would need some work. The sword had been platinum silver and it had cut into the wounds so they wouldn't heal right away. I wouldn't stitch them up, but they would have to be bandaged and maybe taped a little. But they would heal during the day. I slipped back to my cabin and took a shower, Oh the water hurt those wounds like acid but it's good to clean them. I dried myself and then taped the wounds. Another wound or cut ran across the left side of my ribs about a foot long, if I had looked at the beginning I probably would have seen my ribs, I could feel the blade slicing into my ribs. I got it taped and bandaged, it was the harder of the two. Another incision went transversely under my right breast towards my left hip, which had been quite deep too but is now closing up nicely.

I started to get so many injuries and they were always a bit complicated with metal or even herbs that my healing ability had to do with repairing them. Especially the elves had nasty daggers dipped in whatever broth. I tried to sleep as much as I could and eat many times. But when I had to watch Sark and try to figure out the connection to the Korean. I wondered if I should kill the guy. Then I found out about Sark's cabin when I went to breakfast. I hadn't paid any attention to the members of my pack and hadn't noticed that Damon hadn't been with the ladies for four days. he followed me and had seen Sark, but that morning Adam and Bran once again invited him to an alpha male meeting.

I headed for Sark's cabin. Again my rage and my fighting record brought out my cardinal sin. I thought I was better than I was. I didn't even wonder if Sark might have seen me somewhere along the way. I had a small, sharp dagger. One strike in just the right spot and Sark would be dead and no one would even notice. I went to the cabin door and tried it, it was open. I opened the door and stepped inside. A thousand volts or so hit my brain as Sark put the Taser around my neck and pushed the button. He closed the door to the cabin, now locked. I lay on the ground and my muscles still didn't want to work. Sark crouched beside me and took the syringe and pulled the needle cover off with his teeth and pushed it into my vein pressing the plunger

. My head went cloudy and I couldn't move yet because of the taser hit. I had taken the bandages off earlier when the wounds were almost closed. Sark lifted me onto the table and lifted my shirt up so my stomach was exposed. He stuck a thick needle perpendicular to my stomach and waited for an eruption of arterial blood that would tell him he was in an abdominal aorta. Then he threaded the cannula deeper into the artery, pulling the needle out. Sark looked at me triumphantly and said " You little pest, well let's run some tests, oh this will save you the trouble of an abduction if you walk right into my lap. Now I'm going to start testing you for metals. today we're going to test you for iridium. A very heavy metal. Let's see what this does to your body. Here are a thousand times the dose of other werewolves. I've tested this a little bit and this seems to lower immune defenses, predispose you to drugs, and slow down the breakdown of drugs. All this kind of interesting stuff, you must be cage fighting, the better I see the effect even more clearly."

Sark put the cannula that had been stuffed into my stomach, a bag of metal dripping at full speed. in less than ten minutes the whole damn bag of Iridium was now circulating merrily in my system. Sark said," I'm going to put another one of these long-acting sedatives in you, slows down your reflexes and stuff. Let's see how you do in a fight". He put a bag of some bright yellow stuff in the drain and I could feel how fuzzy the medicine made my head. At least it took away my coordination almost completely. Another 6 minutes and now I was drugged. Fine, I'll be fine, rage helps, Sark doesn't know that. Then he took the cannula from my aorta and directed me to the corridor. I was well tranquilized, sedated, started to wander around the ship, and took my rage out just in time so the drug wouldn't go to my head.

I went to fight and I won. The drug failed to do anything else per se, being a very good painkiller. Didn't hurt the broken ribs nearly as much. I should go back to the cabin to dress my wounds. Now they were a little on my back. I took another shower and ate. I had prepared plenty of food in my cabin to give me the energy to heal my wounds and sleep. After noon I went to Sark again, same thing now he hit me with a Taser in the corridor and drugged me. He carried me to the cabin at his leisure and stuck a cannula into my abdominal aorta and now a cobalt was injected there. This should slow down the healing so maybe I could understand leaving him alone. This girl doesn't believe that kind of threat, I'm a flea, I'm immortal, nothing can touch me. I'm perfectly fine. Nope wasn't my thing, I was still fighting at night, those metals don't do anything to me, I'm fine. And back to Sark, I couldn't call myself smart because I just kept going back for more metals, the next day I was given rhodium which lowers pain tolerance and impairs reflexes.

Nope, keep fighting, rage helps, next day Vanadium. Always fucking Sark got me in a knot somewhere and stuck me with his metals and always a different sedative. When I had to look for the Sark myself, I was sure I would kill him today. And I never really succeeded. I kept on fighting in fight clubs because I had a reputation to uphold. The metals gave me a headache and made me feel strange. Now I just stopped showering in the morning, ate as much as I could, and passed out. When I went out usually Sark was there somewhere. Because I always set out with my dagger or some weapon, rage on display looking for him. That's when I'm as fucking careless as I can be and might be.

I just didn't pay any attention to the fact that I shouldn't have healed so well. Damon snuck into my cabin every morning after seeing me fighting at the fight club 5 days earlier. He hadn't told anyone and Adam and Bran kept getting him involved in Alpha work, trying to get him to fuck Alpha girls, he didn't always have time to plan what to do about it. He reacted, he reacted by fixing me up. Damon would wait for me to go to my cabin, he would listen behind the door, then when it was quiet, ie I was asleep he would sneak in and inject me with a strong fast-acting anesthetic. Once it was on properly he would treat my wound, dress it, heal what he could with his own blood, and then usually give me another strong dose of antibiotics before he left.