Suddenly I was in the car, driving. I had a strange feeling that I was not in my own body and I looked at my hands squeezing the wheel and recognized the ring. "Adam."
Adam slammed on the brakes as Mimi's voice spoke in his head. "Mimi is that you, then that means you are..." I calmly replied, "Dead, no strings on, end, whatever you want to call it." Adam asked, "Where have you been for 27 weeks?" "Uber long shed session. " Adam cursed quietly to himself. Ever since the day after the opening, when Mimosa had come out of the basement a mess and for some reason he had attacked Mimosa and eaten something inside Mimosa he had been looking for Mimi.
Charles blamed himself when they concluded that Salvatore had once again snatched Mimi. They had made Dresden with the help of spells and asked the fleas to turn every stone and stump. When Mimo first brought up the fact that Mimi might not be found alive, Adam found it hard to believe.
But an umbrella of energy created by Salvatore would catch Mimi and Mimi would end up on someone's head. Mimosa had assured him that Mimi would not end up on Damon's head. Until then Adam had waited and feared and now it had happened.
Adam asked, " Do you know where your body is?" I told Adam everything I could remember, I knew that somewhere along the line we had been in the French Castle but as to the location of the shed, I had no idea. Adam drove to the house and updated Charles on what had happened.
Charles decided that they would go to the Delaware house. There is a really large medbay in the wing and Salvatore would not be able to get there. I told Adam that that was it, now I was going to keep my distance from Salvatore. They made it to the house. Bran had called Charles that Salvatore had texted that Mimi's remains would be found in the French castle. Samuel was with Mirella to pick them up.
Adam made a mental place for me where I was because I wanted to poke around everywhere. Charles still couldn't, wasn't able to take me in his head. Samuel and Mirella delivered my body to Charles and Adam, who started to put it back together.
Colin was also part of the team and it was six weeks before I got back into my body. I had now also got into Charles' head and oh how I enjoyed exploring everything, Charles made a room in his mind where he naughtily imprisoned me because I was a distraction and I wasn't supposed to know everything. He would tell me in due course.
Damon had been very remorseful and cried at Bran's for a long time, but no one would put him anywhere near me. And I didn't want to. First of all, I didn't believe that crying story of his at all, secondly, now I wanted to take a break, not think about the whole guy, not listen to explanations or declarations of love. Now I wanted to recover.
When I got into my own head, I went straight to sleep. I had been at least 17 kilos when they found me and they had got all the metals out with Dresden, they just strengthened my body so my straps would hold. When I woke up, another couple of weeks had passed.
I was still incredibly weak, but I had organs and I started to eat. Then sitting up, I still exhausted myself quite easily or I was just so medicated that I still slept most of the time. There was a mimo hide in use and that helped as well. After a couple of weeks, I took my first faltering steps. Adam and Charles started living with me in the wing from now on and it was not a matter of negotiation.
But we went to Fuengirola to recover, it was warm and comfortable, and the sea tempted me to swim which in turn strengthened my muscles and helped my recovery even more. I also got bed therapy, every night. At first, they were gentle and cautious, and the stuffing flowed but as I got stronger, they also got excited.
And I started to get excited too. Our night sessions then started to move to the beach and we were fucking frantically the three of us on the beach when nothing else mattered. Mimosa and Mirella were there too and Mimosa always took over the treatment while Mirella was content to cook.
After two months, two wonderful months, and I had regained my strength and was happier than I'd been in a long time, Mimosa came to me and said "Mimi, you've got a European job coming up, but Mirella and I can't go because I'm getting in heat and Mirella wants to see if Damon is there so he doesn't attack me. So now you're on your own. I know Charles and Adam are already in my heat. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but it is what it is. Here are the details of the whole gig." So much for the happy times. Looks like it's time to put on my world savior cape again and get back to doing my job.
Charles and Adam packed up Mimosa and Mirella and headed off to America to get horny while I went to Portugal for a bullfight at the fight club. Now I was up against the elementals. It's not easy to beat someone who can turn into the wind, you just have to be clever and figure out how to tire the wind out. Same with water or fire.
There was always a solution to everything and the bull was quite enraged by the tricks of the elementals that it added to the whole fight. But I was in good shape and recovered quickly from a couple of times when the bull actually pierced me with his horns. I had another experience. It's not every day you get two bull horns through and then the damn bull rears its head and starts trotting around with me hanging from the horns. I had to do some pretty exotic maneuvers to get out of it.
Then it was Spain's turn. Again, bulls but against a black elf. The fine is the experience. These are just poisonous and experienced enough fighters that you had to watch out. Never mind, as long as you're unpredictable enough and give the wrong signals all the time you'll be fine. Can lie with your body language. There's an advantage to that skill and it was a skill I had developed over the years, I never deliberately used it in a pack but it was pretty good at fooling enemies.
Even today I still have that skill, lying with my body language. Nowadays I have used it in a pack when I have had to. Not all secrets are meant to be shared. It's a pretty tricky business if you're trying to get a fucking strong telepath or more to go along with your little act, but I've done it a couple of times. And will do so if need be. I have no problem lying or keeping secrets.
Then it was back to France again for some reason this was a real fight club gig, there was sabotage and traffic control here and there but I pretty much got them for fleas. And then Germany and those damn 17 clubs. One club every night and then there was everything else that went on for a month in Germany.
Italy next, mafia and fight clubs the next month. I was getting damage on the clubs steadily. But now the pace was so fast I didn't have to think about eating or recovering when I had to put the rage back on and keep going. This gig was now so intense that I didn't even have to go to a flea job if one came up.
There was always one fight after another and they were a bit such that after a while you don't remember any details. You just go in and kill your opponent as quickly and efficiently as possible and move on to the next one. They weren't even really always fights, in the sense that I would have given my opponent any chance to attack me.
But they still did it every now and then and I felt it in my skin. Benelux countries and the united kingdoms, as well as Denmark, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Ukraine, Belarus, Moldova, and even Russia, although it took another month to bring the mafia to an end. Then there was the yakuza and China, Japan, the Philippines, Malaysia, and India with left over.
The tour lasted 13 months and I knew it was going to take some time to recover. I weighed 28 kilos and was exhausted when I finished my last job. What a fucking year it had been again. I informed Charles that the job was over.
He said " Honey, come to the mansion in New Jersey, Adam, me and the soft bed are waiting. " oh really I thought, well that's not a bad way to recover at all. So I went over there and Charles took one look at me and said "Young lady, I think we'll go over to medbay first for a scan and then we'll see how you're doing."
I didn't start arguing back and the result of the scan said I was going to have to have an operation. I don't really have any functioning organs and too much metal in me. Charles said " Now honey, you go to sleep, and I, Mirella, and Adam will get you fixed up and then you can recover. " I fell asleep as he inserted the anesthetic syringe into my vein and pressed the plunger into the base.
They cut Mimi and both of them drained several bags of dental fluid, then it ran out and Mirella told them to go eat. They had obviously run out of some ingredients in the dental stuff and if they didn't know it themselves then they just had to eat and see if the production would start again at some point.
Mirella went to Mimi who was still asleep and turned the anaesthetic up even more. She would then put it down when Adam and Charles came in. Mimi wouldn't have to wake up for a while yet and she could entertain the men quite enthusiastically.
Adam and Charles didn't know what to eat and their teeth weren't producing any more substances. They went to the medbay and Mimi was still fast asleep. Mirella had already taken the anesthetic drip away from her. Mirella said " She is so exhausted that she can sleep for a while out of sheer tiredness. We could relax a bit in the bedroom over there."
Charles furrowed his brow and said "I think we'll stay here with Mimi anyway. We don't need that right now. ' Adam nodded and they walked over to sit next to Mimi and wait for her to wake up. Mirella knew that wasn't going to happen for a while because she'd poured a big bag of medicine inside Mimi and she'd probably sleep for a week on that. Now she just had to be a bit more clever to get those two.
They were so stubbornly attached to Mimi. At least Salvatore understood, even though he was now more into Mimosa. Samuel and Bran were getting a bit boring and Mirella wanted all the men for herself. She'd already got Salvatore. That little trick in France, after that Mimi wants nothing to do with Salvatore and she gets Damon for herself.
How good that she got into her head at first even though she now had to sleep for years, but she trained Mimi for what she is now and now it was time for her to get her reward after so many years of work. That reward was Damon. And Charles and Adam.
She got the men some coffee where she'd put a little extra. It took about ten times before the men left Mimi in bed and went with her. Then she won again. Slowly but surely she would get these two for herself and Mimi too would start to like all the men in the pack instead of just the few and chosen ones.
Mimi was a real little bitch who thought she was so much better than the others and that she had the right to choose who she fucked in the pack. Mimi should just learn to spread her legs and realize that her pussy belongs to everyone not just to whoever she wants.
I woke up alone on medbay and was as fucking medicated as can be. I sat up and waited for my head to clear a bit more. I went to the bathroom and got there. I was still only 28 kilos, I hadn't slept that long apparently. I didn't have a cannula or a urinary catheter. That's why I had to go to the bathroom.
I then went into the kitchen and was surprised to see Mirella in bed with Adam and Charles and they seemed very excited, almost mechanical though. Well if they have such a strong urge I might not want to get so intense just yet. Whatever had driven them mad.
Charles raised his head and saw me and the look he gave Mirella was murderous. Mirella tried to snap something and Charles took it and snapped Mirella's neck. He grunted from the bed and said "You'd think that Colin's intensive would have calmed that down a bit but no, fucking shoved some fucking fucking drug in there. Go on honey, go to the kitchen and I'll be back to feed you after I've had a shower."
I said "The fact is Mirella is a total vampiress, they're all like that. Even though Mirella and I have fun and everything, she is what she is and if she ever gets herself killed over it, I won't mourn. It may sound cruel because she was a part of me, but I've been watching her behavior for longer now." Then I walked into the kitchen to make coffee and I already had a bottle of coca cola which I started sipping.
I tried to remember my dream and it had been Damon. But the darling side. That much I remembered but not really anything else we had been talking without ribs and I was distracted because I couldn't remember what.
Damon himself was still wallowing in loathing about the whole bloody French thing. He knew that Mimi had been through a fucking tough European fight and even though he'd seen Mimi there time and time again, he didn't go to help, he didn't go to save. He just watched and suffered because he had no right to do anything else.
He had killed Mimi. Tortured her until she was out of straps. And then the pleasure. That he hated himself for it. It felt so wrong so bad so twisted he didn't even know how to deal with it. He didn't know if Mimi would even accept his help. After all, it had been almost six months since this had been okay. He had no problem with Mimosa, he certainly didn't even want to hurt Mimosa.
But why Mimi? What had gone so wrong in their relationship now that such tremendous rage had erupted from somewhere towards Mimi and then he didn't even realize what he'd done until he'd woken up in that shed and felt fucking empty again. And the few minutes that told him that luckily the energy umbrella he'd made had caught Mimi.
But now he didn't know if she loved him or if she could believe in him anymore. He couldn't really do it anymore himself. When Mimi had gotten to New Jersey to take care of Adam and Charles, he had noticed when she had fallen asleep and gone into her sleep.
He had made it as comfortable as possible and had apologized. Mimi had understood, some part of Mimi had recognized him. Somehow the volcano hadn't gotten into the dream. They'd been chatting about whatever, goofing off, and it had broken Damon's heart to have to erase almost the whole dream.
Because he had noticed how Mimi's feelings for him had grown stronger again and he didn't trust himself at all. It was too great a risk to expose Mimi to her feelings for him again and make her trust and believe. No, it was better this way. Safer for Mimi to be away from him.
Adam and Charles came showering into the kitchen and started to fix me dinner. Then I went to eat. After we had eaten, the men led me into one of the larger bedrooms and we started kissing and touching each other, our clothes flying off in an arc as the passion began to take over and we had no more restraint.
It didn't bother me that I was only 28 kilos, I was wild and uninhibited and wanted to fuck these two. I got exactly what I wanted. Bedtime therapy. We fucked for four weeks, after which I weighed 42 kilos. I had gained a staggering amount of weight just from the two nutritious fillings and this was a much more enjoyable way to get fit than a month on a magnum of screaming.
Mirella had left when Samuel had come to pick this up. Apparently, she was rather disappointed when the men didn't want her. Well, you can't win 'em all. We spent time together mostly making dinner. Well, I was the helper now, peeling potatoes, and chopping everything, Charles seasoned and prepared everything, and Adam did the cooking.
Charles wasn't always so gentle and kind - he had an alpha side too and that was quite often on the front burner. I learned pretty quickly to obey because he would hang me by the throat on the wall with no mercy if I questioned him too much. He was strong when he did it and there was no seduction going on.
Story of my life, gathering around very strong men and then having to live with them. Fine nothing here. I also did flea work whenever I had time and sometimes made the men cook for me. We were together for a month when my wolf decided to get in the heat again.
It must be a year since she last got horny. It was like a European tour that started about 15 months ago. But my wolf likes to have extra long and challenging heat so much that it takes a whole pack to do it. It didn't bother me.