That was an experience I could have done without, of course, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and I could stand more and more of it. I was now excited about the wing project which I was told had taken a leap forward in my absence and I would get to see how my vision had actually come to fruition. In some houses the wings themselves were complete, and all the furniture was just not in place, then I got an additional idea of what could be put in our wings namely vending machines. There are pizza vending machines, doughnut vending machines, and of course, these machines where you can put coins into a roll or a bag of crisps. We could use real coins, or we could get custom-made tokens from somewhere.

But after a couple of weeks of recovery and work, I got a tip from some flea hunters about Sark's work, so I thought a little work wouldn't hurt. Damon had gone away, Adam and Charles were on gigs and Bran wasn't in the same house and Samuel was at his clinic so it was just the three of us girls.

When I told Mimosa and Mirella about the Sark, neither of them had any problem with me going to work for a bit. They would take care of the wings though and I had told them so much about my own wishes that my stories were the easiest to put right. The most challenging was Mimos because my wolf decided to change her mind at least three times every day about something.

I then started to plan a little chase operation. I had had the fleas gather information about such a replication spell and the idea was that I would not kill the sark, I would just cripple him enough to make him harmless. Maybe a decent brain injury that he doesn't understand how to kill himself could be in place and then I would be free of him. As long as there would always be a sick or disabled sark that would prevent a more efficient one from coming in to replace him it would be fine it would become my one project. Watch Sark and see that it is controlled.

Then I started to go around a bit. I picked up a black Jag from a car shop and set off to spy on the sark. I found him easily and knew how to stay hidden. Oh, that was good to watch and see if there was any routine to this, anything that would make it fucking easy to catch and capture and handle. Now I knew Damon wasn't right for this because he does kill. He needs to get killed. But not me.

I can stand to watch Sark suffer for decades. I don't know if this kind of magic ends in natural death or if the witch or wizard who controls this magic has to or if this is some ancient spell that can't be undone and just has to be endured. And why is this only affecting Sark? I don't, I don't think he is the only one in his family. You could try killing someone close to her and see if they come back to life, but it's not quite time for that yet. Now is the time to stalk and plan.

After a month of stalking, I had built a treatment area where I would carefully put the sark in a state where he would be completely harmless. I was a doctor and I knew exactly what to do. As I was preparing the very last things for the whole little operation and I drove up to my treatment house I was surprised to see a Mr. Salvatore leaning against the door of the little house and looking at me with a look that would make me explain quite effectively or I could get pissed, so to speak.

I got out of the car and completely controlled myself. It's important to bluff and be confident in a situation like this. Now all I had to do was be a flea and show that vampire that I actually knew what I was doing. Damon straightened up and said in a quiet voice "You must have a really great plan, baby, but I can assure you you won't be able to pull it off."

After saying that he came over to me and looked me hard in the eye and said "Really Mimi? What the hell are you doing here? I went to your little house and that's my wife's dear almost a little shed. Who are you bringing there and what are you doing to them right? " I took a step back and said " Do you want to hear an explanation out here or can we go inside and discuss this? This is Damon my project and even if your instincts or whatever say otherwise, this is not something I will let you get involved in. "

Damon looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said "Oh really, Mimi. You won't let me interfere. Now let me tell you something. You are not going to torture anyone to death. Do you understand? Is that clear? " I nodded and said "Fine, let's do this out here then. Damon, what I've been trying to gather from this multiplication magic is that there's always one Sark left alive. And when it dies, the next one comes back to life. But the magic doesn't say anything about what condition Sark has to be in, you understand. I'm going to get Sark, and I'm a doctor so I know how to hurt. And I'm gonna put Mr. Sark in a state that's permanent, where he's completely harmless, but he can't kill himself. I can allow the sark to live if it guarantees that the wiser one won't be born."

Damon looked at me for a moment and smiled "Someone is beginning to evolve I see, well thought out Mimi. But what if Sark has accomplices that heal him with, say, vampire blood? Or by some other means?" I was silent and tried to keep my poker face and said "I didn't say I'd set him free, did I? I have my fleas and they know of establishments where you can conveniently forget and where they don't ask stupid questions. As you can see I have everything under control. Once I get the sark out of the way then I move on to my other victims and then I always wonder whether I'll let him live or not. "

Damon said "I'm serious, you don't torture people to death, you understand. Not a single person. Have I made myself clear?" I nodded and said "I'm not talking about any human being my husband. No no, I have a few vampires that get to face the flea and they know why. But that is none of your, Damon, business so you can go. As you can see I'm fine and I have a plan and it's all going to work out. " Damon looked at me for a moment and said " Who are you after the sark to go after Mimi? Tell me and why?"

I was silent. My targets were Spike, Drusilla, and Angelus, but I wasn't going to tell Damon because then I would have been told the whole thing and I didn't want to. Damon looked at me and obviously read my mind. He turned around and walked to his car. He said in my head " Good luck with the chase Mimi. I'd actually like to be there but you're right, I always want to kill." I watched as my husband drove away and wondered for a moment as I went inside, why is it so hard for me to trust anyone and tell them about my experiences? Why can't I take the whole herd to Lake Lanier and show them everything? Why? That's my favorite question these days.

I put things in order in the house. I started to get ready. This was going to be exactly the plan I had planned. I thought in my mind that I am chaos, chaos that plans. I wonder if this gig will go my way at all when I'm the chaos and I'm the one making the plan. Well, that remains to be seen. I'd book all the supplies, the medicine. Tools of the trade. Surgical equipment.

My intention was to catch, to put Sark in a state where he would never do anything again. Easy enough to do a little brain surgery that causes brain damage. And then watch and observe. Let him heal. Give him permanent memory loss, and personality loss. intelligence loss.

Then. Then he's an idiot for the rest of his life, in an institution. This flea I knew had many such institutions. That's where you can abandon just such an idiot. And if I had to, I'd do a little cosmetic surgery and no one would even recognize the sark.

Damon drove up to the house and pondered Mimi's plan, which literally had its merits and more. But what if Mimi was careless again and got caught or hurt? Now he had left her to make the plan herself so it would be his responsibility too.

Damon decided to ask Bran what he thought about it. He went to Bran's office door and knocked. Bran said, "Come in, Damon." Damon walked in and sat down in a chair and said " Mimi has a plan, about the sark. It could work as such, but what if Mimi is careless again and gets caught? She has no backup and neither Adam nor Charles know anything about it. Now I left the lady to make her plan and just wished her luck. But I should trust Mimi and let her show me that the plan works but what if it doesn't? "

Bran was silent for a moment and said " The easiest thing to do would be to bring Adam and Charles up to date. Charles is very protective of Mimi and if Mimi goes after Sark then... Charles will keep Mimi in check even with European gigs so that he can put the lady in order, that could be one option, another could be to let the lady try and be the backup that if something goes wrong then we rescue and teach the lady. "

Bran looked at Damon for a moment and saw a flash in his eyes. Perfect just the way it should be. Damon said softly "Let's do it this way, invite Adam and Charles over and then let the lady do her thing. It may be that we're all wrong and the lady will succeed, but if we're right I think it would be good if Adam and Charles were up to date so that when the time comes for a lesson the whole pack is on the same page. "

Bran was pleased. Just the way he wanted it. He nodded and said "I'll call Adam and Charles in when they arrive from the gig in a couple of hours. " Damon walked into the living room to wait. On the one hand, he hoped Mimi would make it and on the other, he knew she wouldn't.

When Adam and Charles returned from the gig, Bran called them into his study. Damon was already there waiting. They sat down and Bran said "Damon just saw Mimi and she's going to hunt the sark and catch it and damage it enough to make it harmless but alive and then abandon it somewhere in an institution.

But the lady when she has no backup of any kind, no one to do with, mimosa and Mirella are making wings. The lady is hot-headed when it comes to Sark and takes out her rage very easily and you both know where that leads. But I don't want to, and Damon doesn't want to be constantly denying just for the thrill of denial so we've decided to give the lady a go. We're the support she hasn't asked for but she's getting it anyway. If something goes wrong, we all see it and can then discuss whether it could have been done differently or where Mimi slipped up.

And if there is a need to train her or even punish her if she is totally careless, then we have all seen it and you don't have to rely on your own eyes." The men nodded and Damon said. " Now we will go and shadow the lady so that we are ready to fight and prevent if anything goes wrong. "

My plan was five minutes away from execution. Now I knew the sark routine as well as I could and had everything ready in the car. A tranquilizer, shackles, and then an anesthetic after that the sark would be about as smart as a shrimp, and he wouldn't kill any more fleas.

I got into position and started waiting. When I saw Sark step out of the building, my pulse quickened and I was fucking pleased because I would have two idiots to deliver. Sark and Krycheck. Fucking perfect. I watched as the men went into the restaurant and Sark went into the men's room. I was waiting. The fast-acting diuretic in his coffee guaranteed he'd need the toilet. I stood in ambush and let him take his need and then I stuck a syringe in his neck and took him out the back to my car.

I knew that Krycheck, he's arrogant and definitely not waiting for me at his table. And he doesn't have the multiplication magic so he's probably a much nicer guy to control if he wants to survive.

I calmly walked over to the seat opposite Krycehck and he almost choked on his coffee. I said "I guess you weren't really expecting me, fine. Now what happens next depends on how nice you can be, because I have no problem ending your life in that place if you give me one little reason. But if you can behave, you can live, as long as you give me some assurances that you'll never attack the fleas or me or my pack, well maybe I could let you play with Bran. I still have no good feelings for him, but what would you know? So how about it Krycheck, are you a good boy or not?" Krycheck nodded and looked at me suspiciously.

I said. "just get up and walk nicely to the front door so I don't have to shove this poisoned stick in you. That's it ." I guided Krychek to the side of my car and jabbed him too. Then I happily drove back to the house, with my victims. When I got to the house I took the sark and then the krycheck.

Both were still unconscious and I tied the sark first to the operating chair where he would be in just the right position so I could do a little damage to his brain. I could have just about stuck a stick in there and twirled it around, but I wanted to do very precise damage and best of all, sark would be awake the whole time I was destroying him so I could see exactly when I'd done enough, as far as the krycheck was concerned, Damon would have to deal with him.

I can't help it if I always want to use my husband's abilities to my advantage. Yeah, krycheck would probably appreciate the shed treatment. Kycheck was unconscious, I had given him an even stronger anesthetic and put him on a gas anesthetic and monitor so it wouldn't get too bad. Then I'd got the sark tied in place so he couldn't move and I'd already exposed his brain.

Now I just waited for him to wake up... He started to move and I gave him time to detect where he was and with whom. I said "Good morning, you're about to have brain surgery, and don't worry, you'll get out of it alive but you won't be the same, I'm going to give you very specific brain damage, I'm going to make sure you don't kill yourself and you'll live a long time but in an institution and you won't be able to communicate with anyone. You'll be about as smart as a shrimp. You'll never kill another flea again. "

Sark was silent and said "An interesting plan, but flawed. Well, you made the same mistake as all the bad guys in some movie, you should have just cut and not talked, well soon I'm coming after you and I've got a crew with me and we're going to take you down, and see what you think of the flea when I get into your brain. "

Suddenly sark started to convulse and foam came out of his mouth. Oh no, a suicide pill. Oh fuck. oh fuck fuck. I quickly removed Sark and started CPR. if I kept his body alive then maybe the next Sark wouldn't wake up. I didn't even notice when Charles came and pulled me up with a glare of anger in his eyes and said "You fucking idiot, sark was right, why did you have to wake him up. Come on now, there's no time to waste unless you want to go to the medical center. "

He dragged me into the car and slammed me into the front seat. And he came and drove the car himself. He was driving fast and swearing all the time. I'd never seen Charles so agitated and I said " Sark had to be awake so I know where to cut to do the damage, where the fuck was I supposed to find out he had an old suicide pill with him?"

Charles grunted and said "Back up, Mimi. Don't fucking solo. I would have made sure he had no way of killing himself first because that would be the logical thing to do. You know yourself if you get caught and are in danger of being questioned then what... "

I was silent, yes I knew. I'd had to kill fleas myself to keep them out of the hands of the Krycek. Krycheck! I said "What about krycheck? " Charles said "Salvatore took it with him, I don't know where and I don't know if he's going to kill it but Mimi, you're going to have to learn a little bit more about this stuff, there's a reason why you should take a friend with you and one who's experienced, because he can see things that you idiot didn't even think about. "

I was silent, now I didn't know what to make of this because Charles was furious too well next time I'd know better. Damon's voice in my head said in an infinitely soft pleasurable way and I knew this was a volcano "No next time Mimi, now you've shown your hand to Sark, now if there's an opportunity like that, baby, you can be sure it's a trap oh yeah, Mimi, when I get to train you for this, I can guarantee you'll be taking another sick day " Oh fuck what a lovely shed session you're in for.