The gig starts the day after tomorrow and I should be in Portugal then. We're going through Europe first and then maybe we'll go to Asia. One part was that I had to take out the Italian mafia, the Russian mafia, and the yakuza. I knew that after this job I would probably require quite a long recovery.

I called Adam and explained it to him. Mimosa sent everyone the details of what each of us would have to do. Damon and I spent another intense night together. In the morning as I was packing my bags he came to the door and said " Did you know that I will try to do everything I can for this gig, and most importantly, help you in any way I can? Do you understand? I'll try. For some reason, I can't promise anything, because you know me. I wish I could, but I know myself too well, and then if you need me and I don't show up..." Damon left the sentence unfinished. I knew why. Because that's probably exactly what would happen. I loved Damon, no amount of attitude could help that, but I knew we weren't on the same level. I'm young in the eyes of vampires and I have my own experiences, but Damon, you can't compare the two of us. I tried to put all the emotion aside and just take the gig attitude. Because that's how you get through this. I'd have a bullfight first with the fight club in Portugal and Spain. Not an easy one. Because the bull is what you can't predict. A regular cage fight is fine because you have one target. One. But for now, watch out for the bull in it. I'd always before watched and observed my opponents, and used my pretender skills, but I couldn't make any contact with the bull. As I said, challenges ahead.

Damon had disappeared like a ghost. I suspected he'd already left. I was right, the castle was empty and Damon's car was gone. I put my bags in my own car and we headed for the airport. This car would be fine all the way there, but I'd buy an SUV from Portugal because of the mileage involved in this job. I drove to the airport and left my lovely Lexus there for safekeeping when I got on the plane. I didn't even know where Damon was going.

I arrived in Portugal, I had announced to the fleas what job I was going to do. We had our own area on the dark web and my name was there as a Flea Leader. Oh if Bran only knew. Fight Club was terrible. This wasn't a cage fight, this was an arena fight. My opponent was of course a division demon. The bull was enraged by the demon pieces and was very dangerous. I had to bang all my rage out fully to get the club through in the end. There were some big strong demons in there that I used my normal tactics to chop up again. Then there were the black elves. They were sneaky and fast. But again with rage I eventually got the upper hand and learned to kill them faster too once I knew what to do. But the black wizards and witches. Their magic hit every now and then and it's fucking fun to fight when you have your feet rooted to the floor. I tore my legs off with sheer willpower and I threw my rage right out. Then again, they're only human so you don't need more than one kick to the middle of the chest and that's it.

When I finished the clubs, I still had to kill the fuckers. So these cheerleaders who had blades, knives, drugs, whatever they tried to hit you with. But by that point I was pretty much out of control and the fuckers were sweeping in front of me like wheat. I took all the weapons I could get. Swords, daggers. I didn't bring anything to the fight but if my opponent had, I used it.

There were three of these clubs in Portugal and three in Spain. Then we had the staging. So first we find the target .fine this man was the director general of one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies and appeared in public as a loving faithful husband, a good guy, not for long. The man walked to work every day on the same route past one primary school, it had a couple of nurseries. I ambushed the man and used my vampire mind control to keep him calm. I unzipped his pants and gave him a big dose of a very strong erectile dysfunction drug. The man got a nice erection. Then I told the man to relieve himself, no one would see. He'd be in his own home.

Except he wasn't. I sent the man, pants on his legs, jerking off in the elementary school playground. Luckily, no one's kid saw him. 12 cops, just some cops who were going to lunch. The man had a bit of a penchant for underage girls to take them out for training and make the poor girls do monica lewinsky. He liked about 16-18 year olds. He didn't fuck them, but he would make them suck his dick or grope the girls. I did this kind of stuff to quite a few victims. Grab the victim and set them up and then just set it up so the cops could see.

Then there were the mysteries. Well, I had to make a mystery so that one particular bridge would be so full of people that there would be a traffic jam. Which would cause a man to miss the meeting he was supposed to have. And because that meeting wouldn't happen, one of the scientists wouldn't get the samples on which this future virus would be based. I'd have a whole gig full of these obstructions. And when the obstruction would have to be natural so that no one would suspect anything. Well, I got that bridge full by first dyeing the water in the river that this thing crosses, then I hung up a bunch of pieces of paper with a message on them, or a coin or two, a piece of jewelry, people were hanging up the messages like crazy and some were wondering about the orange water. There were scientists there studying the water to see how it was dyed. It was a kind of blocking of the domino effect and then again, on the other side, to see that certain things would happen.

Then there was sabotage, again for the same purpose. To stop something from happening. The easiest or funniest way was to go to the intersection and remove all the traffic signs and turn off the traffic lights. Or change the location of the traffic signs altogether, which also created pretty good traffic chaos. You could be really inventive. Adam kept putting up messages about what he was doing, but Damon kept calling. Which was super awesome. I'd got through Spanish and Portuguese. In France, there would be 15 fight clubs and nothing else. One club every night.

Then you'd almost have to go straight from there to Germany where there were even worse fight clubs. The fleas said they were the worst clubs in the world, there were 17 of them. But as long as I could get through France first. Luckily there was nothing else to do in France because controlling my rage was fucking consuming if I had to do anything else, but when I don't have to I can keep my rage on display all the time. I'd probably go to a house in Paris.

I drove to the Paris house, ate, drank, and got my fighting clothes ready. They let me put on high heels here, so I put them on. The heels were specially reinforced steel so they wouldn't break easily. I went to the fight club. I took out my rage already and let it come out in full force. Now I had to be on my game. I was almost immediately on the turn and unleashed my fury as I started to kill. Now I wasn't fighting. Now I was looking for the quickest and most effective way to kill my opponent. But if you have black elves and black Fae, not so much. But, when you're immortal, fearless. With rage fully present, no sword thrust is felt, and nothing hurts. I maimed my opponent with my bare hands the first night. Because they were so much stronger than kicks and blows couldn't do enough damage fast enough. I left the cage and killed the fuckers.

Then I saw the sark. Oh fuck. Or got free. Sark looked at me, ah scared. Fine. Very good. I was just about to walk towards Sark when Damon came in front of me and grabbed me tightly under his arm so I couldn't get away. He said in a barely audible voice. "Baby, remember you're on a gig, now you can't go getting yourself covered in metals. You just can't. Now we're going to get out of here in peace and you're not going to chase after Sark. Magnum will take care of it." Damon gave me no choice.

Fine, I could walk out of here but that's where it would be, now my rage was wide open. Now all I wanted to do was sit back and wait for the next day's fight. Damon walked me out of the club. I started struggling to get out when we got to the door. I felt a twinge in my side. He gave me something for my liver. Damon kept a tight grip on me. My rage doesn't care about the drugs. Nope. Not working. Then he took me against him so I was face to his chest and he held me and stroked me. I started to calm down. Tired. I barely felt the second sting that came from the other side of my back straight to my heart. I fell asleep in Damon's arms.

When I woke up I thought, really? When I need my rage. I don't want it or can't control it all the time. I've got a long streak of fights coming up and I don't always have the energy to take my rage out. Damon walked into the room and looked at me appraisingly. He said " Baby, if you keep going at that pace, you're not going to weigh 30 kilos after this gig. Now come on and have a proper meal and then I'll tell you where we're going." Oh, where we're at. I know my job. The bastard thinks he's giving orders. So I went to eat. This was now Wagyu beef and that was good.

Damon said " This is going to be your main meat from now on. Because this apparently works wonders. Keep eating." The fine is I have an expensive taste. Damon said " See, what Mimosa probably didn't tell you is that in these fight clubs, someone else can fight in your place. I've got a lot of free time on my hands now, and so does Adam. Adam goes to Germany and start those clubs already. We'll share these clubs. And baby, I'm gonna take you out of that cage and we're gonna put that rage down all the time. I saw that you kept it on full display and it gives you a boost but as you noticed it makes you really careless. And now is not the time to be reckless." Actually, Damon was making sense. I'm reckless because I don't feel anything and I don't mind.

Fine we did then so every other night Damon would go to his club and I would go to mine. And Damon was always there to receive. As it wasn't now compulsory to kill the fuckers so he wouldn't let me interfere. Every time we got out of the club he sedated me. He gave me a shot of something, wrapped himself around me, and stroked me so the medicine got to me and I fell asleep. Always. It was some really strong medicine. Probably some kind of dental substance again. When I woke up, usually all my wounds were bandaged and they had a bandage on them with Damon's blood in it. It did heal them quickly. Then I had to eat. When we had finished the French, Adam announced that Damon was needed. I had 10 clubs left in Germany and now no one could help me.

Then I went to Germany to fight and they were the ten worst clubs I've ever been to in my life. Now I knew what Damon was needed for. To put Adam right. Mimosa confirmed this .From Germany, I went on to Italy where there was staging, sabotage, mystery-making, and checking a few things that really went that way. Then it was Austria, again fight clubs, not as difficult as in Germany, I had just managed to heal in the week I spent in Italy from the damage I had sustained. Then Switzerland. There were again mysteries, sabotage, set-ups, and a couple of clubs. It was a tough gig. I continued the same way across Europe, Hungary, Poland, Ukraine, Belarus, Moldova, Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania. Then I moved on to Russia. To destroy the Russian mafia. It took a month but Bridgette unexpectedly contacted me and gave me a tip so I bought a house in Moscow. It was my headquarters during the time I was fighting the Russian mafia. Fights, killings, assassinations.

It was not an easy or particularly fun job. From there I went back to Italy to take down the mafia for another month. Now I bought myself a big mansion in Sicily. Then I had to go to Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg to take care of, Denmark, England, Ireland, and Scotland .all had fight clubs. Damon hadn't called since Switzerland and Mimosa said that because the men went to party. Really. The pussy festivals. Oh fuck I'm just saying, well I'll be fine, that's why I got about a 20% increase in my fight club numbers because the men didn't finish their gig. Then it was the yakuza's turn. Another month. Now I bought a house in Tokyo. I met Bridgette in passing she said she had been to see Damon and the men, they had been having a wild party. Bridgette gave me a couple of rings and three crystals. She said " Those crystals will find a place someday, keep them safe and those rings should be put in a bank vault. I know you have one here in Tokyo. "

Fine, I took the rings to the vault. There were all sorts of stuff in there that Reddingiton had given me as a reward for the gigs. it was already pretty full. When I got to the house, I realized I was actually fucking rich already. I don't have to do gigs so hard anymore. I have the money and even though I buy houses I still seem to be accumulating it.

When Yakuza was in treatment I had been on this gig for 10 months, with three more months to go. The jungle. Every jungle took a month. I got a good selection of snakebites again, bugs, who knows what. Mimosa always knew what herb we were looking for and we wandered the jungle cursing and raving. When I finally came out of Amazon. I flew back to Europe and bought myself a really gorgeous house in Monaco. This was going to be the headquarters of my Fleas. I would start to rehab 32 kilos there and there was something to do. I arrived at the house after I had bought it. I didn't know that Mimosa had been telling Damon, Adam, and Samuel the whole time we were there. They had stopped partying after 12 weeks and Mimosa had stopped letting them come along, she had only told them about my damage, my weight, my condition. Now she was telling them about the house in Monaco.

Mimosa said in everyone's head " The thing is now that our gig is over. Our weight is 32 kilos, and our strength and our rage is pretty much gone. Now Mimi wants to retire to be on her own because we had to spend the whole fucking gig almost on our own. She doesn't need anyone because it was more important to you to have a three-month fuckfest than to save the world, or you just have enormous faith in Mimi that she could actually save the world. Oh that's right you knew Mimi wasn't up to it so you needed one more party before the world came crashing down, isn't it something like that? Now I'd just love to invite Colin to help Mimi. Because Colin didn't betray. Colin didn't leave you to your own devices. But I wonder if Colin has antibodies to all those snakes' venoms. I'm sure he does. Well, soon you'll be able to have another party, and Damon you'll have no problem being a free, single, man. Even if you do get remarried. We are now in our fabulous new house in Monaco, which will be the headquarters of the Flea. When Mimi gets in shape now she'll really start to put the fleas to work. And doing gigs at the medical clinics and everywhere else." Mimosa sighed. I asked my wolf " Was that outburst really necessary now? We don't even need colin, the snake venom will break down on its own and once I get the fleas in place I'll go to America and see if I can become a trauma surgeon. Now I'm going to do the job."