I left for breakfast when Mimosa jumped free and said " That would be world-saving again, but there's no jungle now. We have the whole of Eurasia as our territory. " Oh, how lovely. Since the fight clubs and I wouldn't have missed them much. But what can you do when you have to save the world, you have to save the world. So we're off to Portugal today for another bullfighting club. The gig starts tomorrow. The men would have some work to do but as you can guess they were already out partying. But Mimosa said that they can join us later if they feel up to it. Oh well, fate knows. I don't seem to get those wonderful moments when one minute here and another here and then this shit rains down on me like a ton of bricks.

The flight went well, I passed on what I could to the fleas, but I knew I had to remember to keep my finger on the pulse the whole time. Because if there's a problem somewhere, I have to be ready to do a mystery or sabotage. If the situation calls for it. It was hot in Portugal and I went to a hotel to wait for the gig to start. Mimosa was able to help out but at the fight clubs, she had to be inside me. She would then be useful for mysteries and so on.

This fight was terrible again. At least now it wasn't a splitting demon, but a black elf. As if that would be so much better. But the black elf is tasty and gives a really good boost, as long as you can always get to him. Damon had somehow put my vampire side down and it took me a while to get that side active again. I had another week in every country and always several fight clubs. Usually two or three but in Germany I was expecting all 17 to go longer. I thought Monaco would probably be a boy again after this show. It's not like my life is going from recovery to recovery when I always have to go to some gig where I get damaged. But hey it's just life and we go with the flow, wherever it takes us.

Portugal, Spain, France, Netherlands Belgium Luxembourg Denmark English Ireland Scotland, and Italy. I'd been on the road for almost three months and the men were celebrating. And I was pissed off. For some reason, it just pissed me off, and badly. I knew it was my job, I'm already pretty good at it, but somehow I felt like the pack wasn't really behind me on this. I went through all 17 clubs and I kept my rage on full display because now I couldn't calm down at all.

Sark was nowhere to be found but these clubs were much worse than the ones on the ship, for example. Because I had been weakened there, I was not in the best condition. But here I had to give everything I had to get through club after club. Luckily we would have a break from clubs for a few weeks at least. I promised myself that somewhere in between I would take some free time and make a long and hard driving trip around Europe and get to know these countries and cities properly. Now my life was an accomplishment. I didn't have to do any sightseeing or anything, really, as I was just doing the gig onwards. I knew it was going to be a full road trip one day and I'd get to enjoy it then. But now. Now I had to be completely and utterly focused. Just totally.

Austria, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Slovenia, and Switzerland were countries where there were no fight clubs. But there were killings. Street fights, mystery-making, staging. Mimosa was quite useful in creating chaos. You'd take a mimosa and put it in a dog dress with a real tutu hem. Then we got a pretty good-sized dildo from a sex shop and put it in the mimosa's cunt. And then the mimosa went off into the middle of the town crossroads to sigh and come. Quite a few cars stopped and tried to help the poor dog or the poor wolf but Mimosa dodged all the helpers. Mimosa made it all the way to the newspaper.

It was a real mystery who is such a cruel animal torturer. Mimosa herself said she got a good ride. She always chose the aids that were put on her. The men then came to the gig after I had visited Croatia, Bosnia, Albania, Montenegro, Greece, Macedonia, Bulgaria, and Serbia. They went to Turkey to take care of the fight clubs. I had been through them in every country. Damon went to Syria and Iraq and Iran to eat people as vampire victims again. Bran was in America for negotiations he was not interested. Adam was running fight clubs and Samuel was running some medical crises. Fine. I'll be fine I thought to myself. The fleas were damn important in this and without their input, this would have been an even tougher trip.

The show went on. The Italian mafia was next and I actually got Magnum to help with that. It was quite a job and next, we moved on to the Russian mafia. We stayed in a hotel and destroyed all the Russians that needed to be destroyed. And then the Yakuza. That was the hardest one and that's where Adam came in to help. The job had been going on for nine months when every mafia took a month. But we just had to keep going. Romania Moldova Ukraine Hungary Poland Latvia Lithuania Estonia. And then the last month was in China. Once again the job was over and it had lasted another whole year. i knew I hadn't had a rush in ages and I didn't immediately miss it.

I went to Monaco to recuperate, because the men were having another party when Bran insisted. I invited Colin to help me and the magnum came. I was a kind and good patient. When Colin kept me asleep I couldn't do anything. Magnum was the physiotherapist again and he can be a real ringleader when it comes to rehabilitation. But he did get some results. There was no problem there. I got fit and I had a purpose. All the fucking, all the rage about the whole fucking Europe gig and the fight club ship before that made me chase demons. I picked up some more supplies from Dresden and Constantine and decided to go for a real ride.

I wandered the streets at night looking for demons. I lured them into the alley and killed them just like I killed people. I got damaged every now and then. I was in Pennsylvania and I thought I'd go to a hotel because it was so fucking far from the mansion. I had a hotel room booked and I went there. I'd gotten demon blades in me and a big pile of split demon bites and some teeth were in the wounds.

I just put a voice message on the base to see which of our medical people would have to come and that would be a very good thing. I got a confirmation message that someone was coming and I was getting my weapons ready when I heard the door open. I just said, "I'm here, I'll be right there." Damon walked over to me and put his bag down and looked at me questioningly. Oh yeah, what's that doing here? Fine, no problem.

Damon said, " Let me just have a look at your injury and then maybe we can have a discussion dear wife about why the fuck you've lost your mind!" I stood up as I got my gun in order and said " Where do you want me?" Damon gestured to the bed and I stripped naked. He looked at me with raised eyebrows and said " Really, baby, you really have made a big deal of yourself. But fine. let's get you fixed up and then we'll see."

He started feeling me up and mumbling to himself something I didn't even hear. Then he went to his bag and took out a box and opened it with a key and looked at me. He said " You probably know it's sleepy time for you. As soon as I get the cocktail done I'll be able to fish all that extra out of you. You've been getting this damage every time my fear demon was around. Isn't that right?" Well, actually it was, but I didn't like to admit it.

Damon kept pulling the drugs into the syringe and said " You will never be able to tolerate or withstand the fear demon. I can promise you that baby. You know me and promises but there's a promise you can trust. So don't even try to tolerate the demons. Just leave them alone and let the others take care of the demon-killing from now on. "Yeah, I wasn't going to. I didn't think my damage was bad enough to be so earth-shattering now. Damon came in when he finished the medicine and helped me lie down before slipping the needle into my vein and pressing the plunger. I blacked out right away.

Damon extracted an incredible amount of demon blade from inside Mimi, and the teeth of the splitting demon, he patched the wounds with his own blood and then called Adam to come and see. Adam said "Now missy's gonna go on hiatus. Let's put her in a cage for a couple of weeks and see if we can get any sense into her. Bran won't like it when she attracts all the demons to take revenge on us. " Damon gave Mimi some more medicine and they packed up all of Mimi's things and Mimi and left for Ohio's house, where Bran was already waiting.

Bran opened the cage door and Damon laid the sleeping Mimi down on the mattress at the bottom of the cage. Mimi would be in the cage for two weeks and all her demon-killing weapons would go to others. Bran had asked Dresden and Constantine not to give Mimi any more demon-killing weapons. But since they were wizards, not wolves, they were under no obligation to obey Bran and it would always be at their discretion then. Damon did list all of Mimi's afflictions and how damn vulnerable she is to fear demons.

I woke up in a cage. Really, oh my fucking God. Bran came on to explain to me at great length how my reckless, inconsiderate, and self-willed suicidal demonic obsession was making our whole pack demonic targets and he wasn't about to go on another mission to the demonic dimension as a gladiator when he was Marrok and he had other things to do than keep one unruly little bitch in line.

I'd be in a cage for two weeks and all my weapons had been confiscated, Dresden and Constantine had been brought up to speed on how vulnerable, I am to fear demons. let's be in a cage then. I got fed twice a day, Adam brought and was fucking cranky. I had a bucket to run my business in, but I knew how to make a concentrate and pawn my shit so the bucket was used pretty infrequently.

Damon would come by every day to check on my fitness and scold me. How am I an irresponsible stupid idiot who has let the needless desire for revenge cloud the rest of his mind? How I don't think rationally but with a thirst for revenge, or I just have an unbridled lust to kill, and I am fast becoming a ruthless killer who is losing all humanity and will soon be using even the fleas as mere mercenaries and killers. Or something similar. Damon could be pretty inventive with his expressions when he got into it.

Bran came in, after two weeks had passed he said "I'm not absolutely forbidding you from killing demons because you never know if at some point you'll have to. But. actions and consequences. If you ever put this pack in the same kind of danger again and attack demons all by yourself without telling anyone, I can promise you, little girl, there will be worse consequences than two weeks in the cage. "

Fine. I walked out of the cage like an ice queen and didn't talk to anyone. I took the keys to my car and went to the Pennsylvania mansion to take care of the fleas. I had my rights too, and if I'd listened to two weeks of straight yelling from just about everyone, I wasn't going to stay there to get fucked. Bran had a look on his face that he could try to behave again if he got pussy. Not a drop.

I was in a mansion in Pennsylvania, gathering information on demons, and putting fleas on them. I'm not gonna let this job go unpunished because I knew those demons were still out there. I'd been here for 3 weeks now since I left the cage.

And I wanted to fucking kill them, and bad. Damon wasn't actually bothered by the demons and didn't understand why I was so fucking passionate about killing them. Adam took care of the other killing sprees and I didn't say anything to him about it either. I knew I was going to get some heat at some point but I didn't care about the time because there was no one I was interested in getting hot with at the moment. So obviously I kept my heat at bay. Damon and Samuel have both said that I have an infinitely strong will and I can even change my own physiology with it. well apparently I can and it didn't bother me one bit.

I kept getting information about those demons and I was always ready to come up with a plan to kill those bastards. But then when a really good opportunity came along I couldn't pass it up. Dresden, Constantine, and Magnum weren't available and I knew that if I informed the pack they would just say no.

They didn't have a lovely eight weeks with this satanic groping stench. They would be in one of the storage buildings and would have no idea when I attacked them. Oh that this was going to be a great time. So fucking perfect. All I'd have to do is go in there and start shooting. Rumor had it that these demons were going into hiding precisely because the fleas were chasing them.

Well, tonight they would face the flea and their fate. I packed up all my stuff and jumped in the car and started driving. This was going to go perfectly. I didn't even put on my protective gear this time.