The subject had now been gestating for 4 weeks when one of the investigators came into Mr. Sark's room and said " Something, is wrong. I think the pregnancies are aborting." Mr. Sark jumped up, the embryos had to be saved. He ordered all the tissue to be harvested. The examiner watched for a while and said. "Perhaps it would be better, Sir, if you came and saw for yourself." Sark went off to follow the examiner. He went to the door of the subject's room. The stench was already coming from the doorway.

I woke up to tremendous pain and a feeling of something wet between my legs that smelled. Panic struck but the pain kept me awake now. But I heard the researchers talking about " Complete abortion, including reproductive organs uterus and ovaries." Sark was also in the room. He looked at the green sludge that had been partially absorbed into the bed. The ultrasound said it all, the uterus, ovaries, and fallopian tubes had all liquefied, disintegrated, and were now pouring out of the target as a green stinking sludge. The smell already told Sark that no stem cells would be found there. But he told them to take it all in. If only the subject's fertility could be restored. He wanted to know what caused this reaction and how to prevent it.

They put the subject to sleep, Sark had new anesthetic drugs and they seemed to work. Then they flushed all the mass out of the subject, opened the subject up, and examined it in the operating theatre. The reproductive system was completely gone. As well as the mystery hormone in the blood had completely disappeared. Examining the tissue mass didn't tell them anything because it broke down before they could really examine it. Salvatore's donor sperm had also not survived freezing.

Mr. Sark wanted to examine the specimen in wolf form. He had recently developed a moon lamp to turn the werewolf without a full moon. He told the subject to keep it asleep and then put it under a ball lamp. The subject did not turn. Fine so it had to be awake.

I woke up. I was on some hard surface and I wasn't tied down. The familiar panic, now even worse, hit me. I stood up and tried to walk. My right ankle was chained to the floor. The door opened. Two investigators brought a tall lamp into the room and attached it to the floor with a brake mechanism. I couldn't reach it. I noticed that a circle had been drawn on the floor, indicating where I was reaching. The researchers turned the lamp so that it would hit me and turned it on. It was like a hospital lamp on wheels, except when the light went on I fell to my knees. The familiar pain started to surface. Shit. I would change the shape, well maybe this would have the benefit of even allowing me to escape.

I didn't fight back but let the pain come, it took my attention away from my panic. Half an hour later I had just completed my transformation when Mr. Sark entered and shot four darts into my shoulder and then retreated behind the door. I could feel the burn of the silver and how it intensified the effect of whatever the fuck the drug was. Mimosa was of no use because whatever drug caused that panic also worked on Mimosa, who was sick and wanted to escape. My legs began to give out and soon I collapsed on my stomach, burying my muzzle between my front paws before the darkness took me again.

Scientists were disappointed when even the wolf form had no reproductive organs or hormones in its blood. However, they continued to study the wolf form and obtained many tissue samples from it too. The effect of the lamp lasted no more than eight hours and they recorded every moment the subject changed shape while sedated. They also took tissue samples in the middle of the change.

Magnum was relentless and tenacious. This bastard would talk. He struck again. "Where did you sell Mimi?" Damon said, "I don't know, I don't fucking remember!" Damon was in a panic, the last thing he remembered was calling Adam and saying he'd be home in a week. He was supposed to go to Canada to meet Alaric's brother, a local vampire hunter who had information about a couple of rogue vampires who had been eating people to death in New Hampshire. The next time Damon woke up, he was tied to the back of Magnum's car and Magnum was furious. From what he could tell from her words, he had supposedly sold Mimi to a medical facility and then visited the facility about a month ago. The phone call to Adam had happened two months earlier. Damon had always had these blackout events for as long as he could remember. The duration varied from a few hours to six months, but the last blackout of this length had been in 1943.

Eventually, he convinced Magnum that he didn't really know anything at the moment. Sometimes he had recovered memories of his blackouts, but not always. and the harder he pushed, the more certain he was that the memories wouldn't return. Damon didn't know what to do or where to start looking. His car's GPS had been wiped clean, he had apparently changed phones, and he had Mimi's phone and wallet with him. The wallet was empty of cash and the phone was off.

I don't know how long I had been working but I got my other hand free. I tried to pry the other hand free of the shackles. Every time I woke up, my hand was still free and finally it was off. It was only then that I realized I could unhook the drip. On the rack were again almost empty bags, one had bright blue medicine in it, and the other bag had many medicine stickers stuck on it. My head was spinning and everything was floating in my eyes as I tried to stumble forward and get away. The corridor was empty. Shots were coming from somewhere.

Adam called Damon. "I have a tip. there's a medical facility in Illinois, supposedly your help car matching yours was seen there just a couple of months ago "Adam gave the address. Damon nodded to the magnum and said " We need guns." Magnum said, "'We'll find them in the car." They took off driving. When they arrived in the yard of the facility, Damon got a couple of mental images. He said hoarsely " This is the place" They looked for a suitable door to sneak in through. Neither of them wanted to make any plans. They both wanted to act. They moved fast and deadly, shooting everyone in sight, floor by floor. They collected all the drugs and rigged a bomb in every room with information or samples. There were a lot of them. Damon's rage grew the further they got into the facility.

I miraculously stayed on my feet. A guard shot something at me and I didn't let it stop me from moving, I stumbled at the guard and broke his neck. I plucked all the darts out of myself and wondered why I only had holes in me, not darts, they distracted me as they bled. I looked ahead. The next victim.

Damon watched in horror as the gaunt figure staggered down the corridor, only approaching the guard, not even trying to dodge. Damon counted at least five bullets that sank into Mimi but didn't slow her pace. The guard had initially fired several tranquilizer darts and from what Damon had seen in the medical room, they weren't mild. Mimi went over to the guard and snapped the guard's neck. Then Mimi plucked the darts off as if they were nothing. Then Mimi stuck her fingers in the bullet holes and stared at her fingers for a while. When Mimi raised her eyes and looked directly at Damon. He knew he had to be skillful now. Mimi's eyes were blank. Mimi was now operating on survival instinct alone and from what Damon had heard from Adam and Bran, now Mimi was at her most dangerous.

Damon said to Magnum in a low voice. "Now don't come here yet, Mimi is here. Drugged out of her mind and ready to kill just about anyone. I'll see if I can get her under control. I'll let you know when it's safe to come in." Damon headed towards Mimi. He spoke in a low, soothing voice. "Come on Mimi I know you're pissed off I sold you here. I'll explain Baby, come on. It's okay." he approached calmly but firmly.

This victim said something and comes towards me. I braced myself. I took out a scalpel I had found and in my other hand, I had a gun I had found from the guard. I approached and attacked. I cut as hard as I could and I felt strong arms surrounding me. A tight grip on my wrist caused the scalpel to fall with a thud to the floor. I tried to kick but my kicks were weak and missed. I looked at the hand around me for a moment and sank my teeth into it.

Damon caught Mimi in his grip and the scalpel hit the floor. Mimi had used it to fork his whole shoulder open but he could feel the wound starting to heal. Then this wild cat sank its teeth into her hand. Damon was still holding on. He said to Magnum, "Come on." Magnum said, "This facility is ready. I recovered those enzymes you were talking about." He showed three tanks. Damon nodded briefly. He said, "Time to get out of here." Damon had to carry the squirming Mimi to the car. Luckily, they had taken Bran's caged car. It was a van with a strong cage attached to the back. Bran sometimes used it if he needed to transport an erratic or injured werewolf. Damon had put a mattress and blankets in the bottom of the cage. He said, "There you go Baby, I'll fix you up. "He got Mimi stuffed into the cage and shut the cage door. Then he closed the back door of the car and sighed. His shirt was soaked with blood, Mimi's and his own. He went to the pool in the yard to wipe off the biggest ones. He took off his shirt and used it to wash away the worst of the blood. Magnum gave him a spare shirt. It was looser and a bit short what Damon normally wore because Damon was taller but leaner. It would do. Damon knew that the smell of blood might excite Mimi even more so he washed up. They got in the car and Magnum started it up. They drove out of the driveway and Damon took out the transmitter and pushed the button. There was a series of explosions from the facility and then the whole building started to collapse.