We were in Ohio. The house in Ohio was an old mansion with four floors and many rooms. Downstairs was a ballroom, or it had been converted into a living room. Our bedroom was on the top floor but from the upstairs hallway, you could see directly into the downstairs hall. We even had an elevator in the house if you couldn't stand the stairs. The stairs were quite long, the steep straight ones weren't as gracefully curved as in a Chicago house or the cozy country stairs like in Arizona. These were, straight, steep, the wide handrail was wood and I appreciated the elevator because the stairs were so steep they even went over my fitness level.

I'd also done other kinds of jobs. I was a sniper. And I was good at it. There was more money in those gigs but they were less frequent. Also, when my vampire side had come out and I had this assisting vampire spirit, her name was Mirella, I was now in need of blood. I didn't drink much and I still drank human blood, half a bag maybe once a month, I really wasn't anywhere near a full vampire. My teeth were small and pink. I had to have a personality in every aspect of me. Most of the money I made went directly into the equipment. I was a sniper and I was good, so I got as good weapons as I could. Damon could have thought of a better use for my money and even tried to suggest a joint account but I refused. Another thing we argued about. Yet another reason for Damon to walk out the door like a teenager.

I finally got my last victim registered, cleared, and returned to my hotel. I had gotten my motorcycle license when I started doing gigs, there would be no rush for a driver's license and it could take six months to a year. Adam was organizing that thing every time he remembered. I went to pack my bag and check out, it would take a couple of hours to drive to the house anyway. I got my bags packed and on my motorbike and I was happy. I was in no hurry to get my American driver's license and this was a good ride. I wasn't afraid of helmet hair. I put my helmet on and started my bike. I set out in the morning to drive. I would be there maybe 11-12 a.m. The ride went well and I was already planning all the things I could do. Finally, I arrived at the house. I saw that at least Adam and Damon and Bran were there. I wasn't sure about Samuel because sometimes he had a ride and sometimes he drove himself.

I took my bike to the garage and locked it up. Damon had been in our pack for about two years now. Our relationship had developed slowly but surely. Sometimes Damon could get on my nerves when he would hang on to me and ask almost manically what are we going to do now Baby, what are you going to do now Baby? Sometimes when the Lord wanted him to, he'd turn on the charm and oh boy, did he. We had already progressed to bedtime and oral sex and Oh my God that can be pleasurable. Both of us were now always restrained, Damon said we'd know when the time was right. I've wondered a couple of times if Adam or even Bran would be any good at it. Sometimes Damon was distant again not caring about touching or being touched, fucking and bitching about my gigs as usual. He could even sleep in the other room.

I could swear that sometimes he would watch me like a scientist watching a bug for a moment before squashing it. I'd be ready for the charm, even the hanging. I grabbed my bag and went from the garage to the kitchen and from there to the elevator. Adam came in. "Oh, hey, you're home already." He said, surprised. "Yeah, I called last week and said I was coming," I replied. Adam nodded and walked towards the living room. I went to the elevator and thought about that conversation. As if he wasn't expecting me home and now my being here was going to ruin something? I took the bags into the room and unloaded the dirty laundry into the laundry chute, the guns into the gun locker, and the rest of the gear into place. I took a shower and changed into a T-shirt and jeans. I was just leaving the room when I almost bumped into Damon. " Oh, baby, you're home." He said, surprised too. " Yeah, yeah, yeah. What's the wonder I came, am I messing up someone's plan or what?" Damon watched for a moment and turned around and headed downstairs.

I left my mouth open and walked into the hallway and looked down. Bran and Samuel were carrying boxes and unloading them onto tables. Bottles. Wine. Adam went to open the side door and in came the catering people, unloading small snacks and bowls and booze onto the table. After my time looking around, I went into the elevator and downstairs. The catering people just left. "Is there a party going on here or what?" I asked. Bran flinched. " Yeah, but maybe not the kind where you're having fun, how come you're home already?" I said "I called and a week ago and I told you, Reddington tried to push more, but I refused. "Bran looked guilty. Oh, I thought Reddington had got a proposal to push me into more work. "I see," I said. "I'm going to go eat now and don't worry, I won't disturb your party. I'll go up when I've eaten."

And I did. I went to eat and ducked back upstairs. First I cleaned and checked my guns and other gear then I painted my nails.

I guess I should eat some blood again. A familiar feeling came over me. I had a vampire side, not as strong as Damon's, I had another vampire spirit inside me, her name was Mirella. And according to Bran, Mirella was a very strong and very old vampire. It would be best if Mirella slept for a while longer. if I was too long without eating blood, Mirella would notice it and wake up because my bloodlust affects her too. Normally I had gotten my blood supply from Mimosa when we went hunting, so it was good to sink my teeth into the prey's neck and drink as much as I could. Some of the blood would help the vampire side and some I would just digest for food. Now there was really no chance of predation here. This should be made on the record. I would go down to the basement and take one bag of blood and drink maybe half of it. Just enough to make this feeling go away. Well, I'd have time.

Damon came into the room. "That party's gonna be pretty wild, just a word of warning," he said. He went to the closet and picked up a black silk shirt and pulled it on. It was one of my favorite shirts and it looked really good on Damon. He casually rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. It also looked incredibly hot. I had been having more and more thoughts like this lately and I wondered if I was finally getting into heat. "I want to talk about something in the meantime," I said to Damon. It would probably be polite to warn him if he was indeed about to get into heat. The last thing I wanted to do was force anyone to deal with my first heat. I wanted whoever was going to handle it to be aware and prepared.

" Yeah Baby, then somewhere in between, sorry I've got to go now," Damon said and looked at his phone. I heard him answer and chuckled as he went. I decided to wait a while before I went to look for blood, then I remembered I probably had another bag in one of the ice chests upstairs. I put everything in place and packed my bags so that the next time I go to a gig I don't have to, with my guns and clothes. I started walking down the corridor and downstairs there was music and talking laughter. As I did, I found one incomplete blood bag in the room. It wasn't quite enough but it took the edge off the worst of it, at some point I would have to refuel. I walked lazily down the hall and watched the party. It was like another world

Adam, Bran, and Samuel were all dressed casually. Each one had a girl or a woman in his lap. They all had their pants undone and were fucking girls in the middle of the party. And Damon too. He sat in his own chair with his pants clearly open and the red-headed big-boobed woman rose and fell and grinded against Damon. Damon threw his head back in pleasure and closed his eyes. Oh, that's why I shouldn't have come home. Because they're having an orgy. I retreated to my room and was in shock. I mean, wow. And me, a crazy blue-eyed fool, thinking that Damon and I were doing fine. He... would be faithful... weren't we both supposed to wait?