Now I didn't have a sports car, just a fucking Rolls Royce. It was a big one, but it had a lot of stuff in the boot. Damon went round my car and got in the driver's seat. He gave me the sharpest look and I knew I was in danger of getting a flank if I squealed too much. Oh, how I hated it when he adjusted his driving position and adjusted everything all fucked up again. We drove to the hotel and Damon had a good look on his face when he had to sign the title deeds.

I waited by my private lift. We got in the elevator and I put my card in it. I just felt like the flank threat was getting closer and closer. I got off the elevator and the dizziness started again. At least I stayed upright and got to my door. I got it open. I walked past on my way to the living room and carelessly threw my shoes off my feet. I went to the wine fridge and got a big bottle of Spumante, one of my crystal glasses, and got into a good position on the sofa. In a moment I would have a glass of wine, relax and then have something to eat.

Damon had picked up my shoes from the floor and put them neatly next to the wall. Then he came and took the wine bottle out of my hands and said " No alcohol, I'll bring you an appetizer in a minute. Now, baby, what's your weight at the moment, I think it starts at three. Now I'm going to fill you up and then we'll see what we do. How did you end up in the hospital, by the way? " I said "Adam went off to be Bran's lap dog, there was talk of us going to gigs and fight clubs but then they called here and well I agreed. It was almost a better release of rage and at the same time extremely enjoyable. "

I found myself full of mimosa power again. I got up and walked into the other bedroom. I took another two or three stones from one of the bags and sat down on the bed. I took the first stone in my hand and let the mimosa power flow into the stone. When the stone was full it turned white. The next stone. when I had filled all three stones, I put the now full stones into their own bags. I had already filled quite a fucking few of them. Damon watched for a while and then asked " Do you mind explaining what you poured into those stones." Mimosa jumped off and started to chatter to Damon about mimosa power and took him to the kitchen, as Mimosa was hungry and I wasn't.

Damon got the mimosa some meat and then came to me. " Come on baby, let me show you a new skill I've learned." He lifted me up and wrapped himself tightly around me, pressing my head against his chest. Then I felt a purr begin to develop. This was a faster, higher pitched but not sex purr. He held me against him and purred for probably 10 minutes, then he stopped and took me to the kitchen and made me eat.

I was hungry. Kind of needing to eat as much as I could possibly fit in. God forbid I ate. I have never, not in my life, eaten so much. Damon just passed the food in front of me after the last one was eaten. I didn't know where the food came from, as long as I got to eat. That was what mattered. Then I started to get tired, being as stuffed as I could be. Damon carried me into the bedroom and wrapped himself around me, I felt the medicine and the closeness. I slept peacefully for the first time in months.

Once Damon felt Mimi fall asleep, and sleep peacefully, he didn't go anywhere. He just cursed himself for being so fucking lazy and never remembering to teach Mimi vampire manners. By the way, wonder what blood Mimi drinks? Where does she get her blood? Rumour had it that the flea kept its own blood banks and you couldn't survive in them, they carefully selected the donors. Perhaps we should discuss this with the lady at some point. But for now, he would have to do a little fitness and then he would show Mimi the side of himself that he hasn't really shown her. His vampire side. And then Mimi would be able to make donations when she's in a bit better shape.

I woke up in Damon's arms and he was asleep. I tried to pull away and his grip tightened and he muttered to me, "Just sleep, there's still time. " fine. I closed my eyes and now my dreams started, there was Sark and I was scared shitless, terrified. I wasn't sleeping, I was just. Somehow I heard Damon swear and get out of bed. He went out. At some point the terror stopped and only then did I realize that the fear demon had been there, but how the hell did it send Sark into my head? Damon came back and said " That fear demon is now gone, sent by Sark. Knows about your vulnerability." Oh fuck, not funny, another fucking weakness you can't get rid of. I had another food purr in the morning and crammed myself to sleep, now I wasn't having nightmares and I realized that the telepath had done a pretty good job on my head. I was very grateful because when I sleep well, I like to sleep .it's wonderful to get a long, hard sleep.

Damon fed me and put me to sleep for a week. My life was nothing but eating and sleeping. I couldn't help it, when I woke up, the food purring started immediately and then you have to stuff yourself into a coma. I don't even know how long I spent digesting my meals but when I woke up and there was no food and I looked at the phone, a week had gone by. My weight was 49 kilos again that's pretty well done. Although every time I ate I got such a gentle explanation about eating. And maybe about the fact that the hospital is not a good place for me for a long time until he gets some permanent solution to the fact that I was actually quite genuinely hungry and understood how to eat the way I should.

I stretched in bed and watched Damon get dressed, it's actually not a bad wake-up call at all to get to watch that creature in the morning. When he went to the kitchen again to make breakfast, I only then got up and went to take a shower. I put on a pink button-down satin shirt and a tight purple leather skirt that came to just below my knees. Then I did my hair. I'd had blonde and I know Damon doesn't like it when I have blonde, fine let's do a little killer. I changed the color of my hair itself to dark blood red and curly. Now I let the curls be a little smaller and grew my hair back up to my ass.

I just put on a hairband and let them be otherwise free. I knew Damon would often want to put them up in some way. We'll see what comes out of this. I put on one of my high-heeled sandals that I had bought online. I walked calmly to breakfast and Damon raised his eyes and looked at me, first sharply and then his expression softened and became a little more deceptive. No, I wasn't going to be a sitting duck today. Today would be or go by that rule, essentially that you can look but you can't touch. Today would be Damon's most self-controlled day, a day when I would perhaps be more in control of the situation. This would be a great day. Damon would look at me with one eyebrow raised and I would raise my own eyebrow in response to the challenge.

We went to breakfast. Damon said " Fine, today we are going to the amusement park, you will meet my girlfriends, I have invited maybe 50-60 there now. now I will show you why I have so many of them. All these are vampires then. This is a vampire show, so if you can, darling, sit back and admire. Don't tell these women who or what you are. I'll put you in the front seat then. Tonight we'll go to the club and you can continue your surveillance." Oh yeah, we have the darling side on display, fine I don't mind that.

I looked Damon long and calmly in the eye, I didn't avoid my gaze and said, "Fine, I'll be the observer then, what do you say, is just a headband enough or should I put my hair up a bit, is it going to be a windy day?" Only now did Damon seem to register my hair. He looked at it for a moment and then got up from the table, he circled behind me and lifted my hair in his hands and smelled it, then he started putting it on. He collected all my hair on a sort of braided bun and was satisfied at the end. He said, " You at the club will have to keep it open then, they're gorgeous, darling."

After we had eaten, we went to my, or rather our, Rolls Royce. I knew I would have to empty my car at some point. Damon didn't go inside the car yet as he went and opened the trunk. He said " Come and open your compartment and I'll see how we're equipped, if anything should come up I want to know what I've got available. " The car pulled into the driveway and Adam stepped out. I had no choice but to open the whole really big locker and get out of the way when the men started rummaging through it.

I walked around the yard and paid no attention to what the men were doing. I hadn't even noticed that Magnum had been on Adam's ride and he too was now looking at my supplies. Damon finally came up to me and said. "Baby, so that's really amazing, really necessary, but now we're going to take my car to go. Now Magnum has a couple of questions for you. Shall we have a little chat?" fine. I didn't really have a choice. Magnum wanted to know who had made this locker and where he could get them. I gave him the name of the shopkeeper and said " Well, he might not want to do that to you, so don't take the time."

Magnum was silent for a moment and said "You should program someone else to do that, in case you get in a tight spot and can't open the locker yourself, I'm just saying." I smiled and said "I'll think about it but for now I'm just going to keep these for myself. Because these are my supplies." Adam looked at me in that way where he had something a little more pointed to say but then decided to keep quiet. I just noticed that my locker had been emptied quite a lot, never mind, my refill party always fills it.

We got into Damon's car after I had closed my very empty locker. Adam and Magnum were now carrying my supplies in bags to their car and talking amongst themselves. We went for a drive and drove to one of the big amusement parks. There we walked for an hour, didn't go on any rides and I bought a cotton candy and let Mimosa come to the surface to eat it. Then Damon took me to one of the benches to sit down.

The bench had an unobstructed view of one of the water features, a fountain, it had some mermaids on it and lots of couples in love were buzzing around it. Oh, this was some kind of lovers' place. I let my pretender side come to the surface and began to observe. Damon was relaxed as he sat on one of the benches almost across from me. The first woman approached. A brunette, tall slender, and a vampire. Damon lazily stood up and the woman walked over to Damon.

Damon wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. He took her against him and stroked her. He said "It's all right. Shh. Just listen to my heartbeat. Shh. Darling, that's it. it's all right, just be right there." He soothed her and slashed her jugular with his claw, leaving a piece of nail in the wound so that the vampire kept bleeding. Damon now took his other hand and placed it too under the woman's shirt on her back. Then he began to push his hand through her back. I could hear the ribs cracking and the woman was now shaking with terror as Damon coldly and calmly dug her heart out through her back. Slowly. Then he ripped it out and pushed her back a little further before she began to turn to ash.

Damon killed one woman after another, always with the same method. First kissing and stroking, then getting her to listen to the heartbeat, then slicing open her jugular, and finally slowly digging the heart out of her chest. Either from the front or the back. Damon used both methods. I could see straight away that every single woman had a blind obsession with Damon and he was the perfect boyfriend at first. Before he started playing with his prey. I wonder how many people have suffered the same fate and if there will come a day when Damon will be caught. Vampires will be ashes, but humans will be corpses. He was playing with his prey and now I realized that every name on his lady phone, at least the vampires, will one day experience this fate.

This was Damon's stress release, his de-stressing. I let him do what he wanted and watched other people. It was nice to be able to let this side of me come out. And then I remembered our wedding night, how he did the same thing to me. How perfect or actually imperfect a victim I am when I can't be killed but what is most important in that ritual? The fear and terror or the fact that he kills her at the end. I was left to ponder that for a while. It was getting quite late and the evening was beginning to fade as Damon finished off the last of his victims.

He came up to me and said " What do you think now?" I looked at Damon and asked " What's more important, the victim dying or the fear and terror? What about the bleeding?" Damon laughed and said "I should have known you would start analyzing my little hobby so closely. I just don't know. That's how it's supposed to be done, then it's done right but I can kill vampire bitches without my ritual, it just doesn't give me that kind of peace of mind." I nodded. Damon helped me stand up and we went to the house, now it was time to go to the club.