The first job of the day. Make sure everything is ready for the opening. Our new animal park should be a success. Although up to now all the openings had always ended with me being in Salvatore's clutches, usually for a couple of weeks or a month, but the record was 26 weeks five years ago. I had also died for the first time.

I had been separated from Damon for 3 years after that incident, I didn't divorce him but I didn't see him, it took me 3 months to recover from that episode before I was even on my feet and then 2 months more to build up my strength only to have to go to the Europe gig which was 13 months.

Then when the gig was over, then I recovered for another 2 months because the fight clubs at those gigs take their toll, also I had to do the gig myself when the mimosa got heated, the schedule is so crazy you don't always have time to rest or eat, and all the damage takes energy to heal. I weighed 28 kilos after that gig and I can say that the recovery was enjoyable between Adam and Charles.

After that, I was on my own again and I bought a new castle in Italy because Mimosa was getting hot. Mimosa's hot flash lasted 4 months. Then there were two months off, Damon had gone off to see the world after Mimosa's rush. He'd been there to treat it and then he'd left again. Then I got a heat for 14 weeks for a change and it was a difficult heat.

These couple of years I had done one more European job, kept the heat on, but only for 2 weeks because of a uterine infection, and did gigs. Then Charles sold me to a medical facility and that took me a while to recover from on top of that when I tried to go to my own island to recover, Bran attacked me and forced the heat, got me pregnant, called Damon, and then I got a real infection which I had started to recover from now. I had then spent three months planning the zoo, the opening would finally be in a couple of weeks.

I was at Samuel's in Medbay, my heat again trying to make itself known, and Samuel had got angry with his father after that last stunt. Once again, he examined me and found nothing wrong.

He said "Your cat genes are not yet at the stage where you have a proper cat lust and that could be one reason and another could be that on some level your body wants to reproduce, but we have a barrier to that now. After Bran's stunt, it's a good time and I'll call Colin and let him come and do his thing. So Colin is using his goblin time, and Charles has made the potion with the spirits and I'm using a bit of modern medicine. We'll fix you. So your ovaries will stay looking like that but your ova will be dead. if Damon or Bran ever gets his head around reproducing then he can't. After this job, you're as barren as you can be. You'll get the heat and even if everything inside you is removed, the same thing will grow again. After this, no more miscarriages. "

I was really happy. Colin came the next day and Samuel put me to sleep for a few hours. Dresden and Constantine were still cursing my womb and ovaries just for show. Samuel said when I woke up "Do you feel barren now? Your heats are perfectly normal, this has nothing to do with them. You just don't have any eggs and you never will. " I smiled and was really happy.

My stomach continued to play again and I tried to hold on. I had just received a new bottle from Mirella from which I took occasional drops. Even though they didn't taste good they took away most of the cramps.

I hadn't fucked Damon at all for the whole five years, which was about the time he raped me on the island, but I was drugged and tied up and I wouldn't exactly call it voluntary. I had never told anyone what started it all I didn't mention a word about Drusilla or Spike, not that I saw Adam and Charles fucking strangers. That was before we got married but that's probably where all my horny problems started.

This incident at the pharmacy where Charles sold me and everything that followed just convinced me that I was the one to trust. My heat that came after those gang rapes in Bran has been painful and already stopped for the second time when I got a uterine infection.

There were a couple of good ones among them but my heat became sparse and the durations were what they were because we had wings and the mimosa got hot often and for quite a long time no one ever questioned or wondered how my heat suddenly changed so radically.

I had eaten at the same table and sometimes had a conversation with Damon, but he had been very distant and cool too. To Mimosa and Mirella he was charming and seductive and did both, but he showed no interest in me. I had been so busy with the opening and the park that I had helped to get the animals there and the fleas always took up my time, I hadn't had any fun with Adam or Charles. The opening date hadn't been set yet but it was known that our animal park was starting to be ready.

I had been working so hard for a couple of days that when the first wave hit, I doubled over in pain and gasped. No fucking way, it's heat time. I've got to go and have another couple of drops soon. Luckily I was on the wing. Adam came up to the wing and wrinkled his nose.

"Have you made some fish food and forgotten the rods somewhere?" He asked. Oh fuck. If Adam could smell me stinking of rotten fish then who'd take care of my heat? I said, "Heat' time." Adam looked for a moment and said "Oh, and I smell and .." I said, "Yep, you'd better find me a heat manager and soon."

Adam opened the wing door and went out. I went into one of the bedrooms to wait. I hoped it wasn't Bran. I had tried to forgive Bran but no. I could be polite but Bran was on the no-fucking list and knew perfectly well why.

There was no point in me standing around waiting, my heat would stink enough for whoever came to the door. As soon as this cramp eases up I'll be able to take my drops, then I'll get a heat treatment, so I don't get fucking infection´s again. Then I heard voices, Bran, Samuel, Damon, and Charles.

The door opened and Damon entered the bedroom. "Hello Baby, I heard you needed a therapist, well I'm the only one, everyone else stinks, sorry Baby." I said, " Good thing you're here at least, this heat needs something aagh." When another spasm struck again. Damon furrowed his brow. "When did you start hurting, Mimi? And when did those first silver clips go off?" Damon asked.

His voice was steady and soothing, but so commanding that it was obeyed straightforwardly. It was Damon's doctor's voice. " It has been probably hurting for about three years now, the clips had just come off when I had that little thing where I was out in the heat. Charles says my heat just develops that's why it spasms when I need to."

Damon was silent for a moment and said "It's been years, how long has your heat been like this? We had that good rush in the Azores but what about after that? Now that I look at the data on the computer, you've had a problem with a heat problem for years, you don't get heat or you get a uterine infection. Now, baby. This needs to be investigated properly. "

I said "I need fucking, my uterus is contracting because Bran suspects that I will be able to reproduce soon, that's why this is so painful when I should be having breeding, and Adam and Charles both don't work either, if this is a cat thing though, anyway this just has to endure. It could be that this is supposedly cat related too but could you help if because I'm supposedly supposed to have sperm inside me and they need to be strong cat sperm as well. And I haven't fucked enough, but it's often before the heat that I get all dry and don't feel like it. A couple of years ago I had this pain for 8 weeks before the heat and then I had a really bad heat which lasted 14 weeks. According to Bran, this kind of initial symptom is just a sign that a hard heat is coming. Mirella has made a substance that helps a little. "

This was the kind of glib explanation Samuel had offered when Charles had asked. According to Samuel, I hadn't been fucked enough and that was why my uterus was contracting so hard. Damon looked at me for a moment and his expression softened.

"Mimi, honey, it's not supposed to hurt, I know you believe Saint Charles on everything, but trust me on this, it's not supposed to hurt. And as for Bran, don't trust him, you don't even smell like cat heat and you're not supposed to be breeding yet. I couldn't put clips on you because of the infection, believe me otherwise I would have." I could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times Damon has called me a honey.

Usually when he really wants me to believe or obey. "Now I should do a little exam on you before I can give you any heat therapy, okay? It's not a good idea to go on a rampage until I'm sure what your body is up to." I nodded. I said, "Mirella's stuff, it's in the cupboard over there, give it to me and it'll make it a bit easier."

Damon looked at me for a moment and said "I'm going to be straight with you, but don't trust Mirella and her stuff so fucking much. I'm going to smell that and then I can tell you what it is." Damon took the bottle from the bathroom cabinet and sniffed.

Then he coolly took and emptied the entire bottle into the sink and then carefully rinsed his hands afterward as well. He looked at me and said, "Is that somewhere else?" I shook my head and moaned as another spasm struck again through my stomach.

Charles had assured me that the heat hurt sometimes and it just meant that more treatment was needed. This spasm had started sometime in the past just after that gang rape. There was never anything physically wrong with me and when Samuel and Bran agreed and told me 16,000 different stories of heat that involved pain, I really had no choice but to believe. I had a couple of good ones when Damon put one on the Azores at the time and then there were a few heat rushes.

Damon asked, again very calmly. "Medbay? I said, "Next floor." Damon didn't even ask but came and scooped me up in his arms and carried me to medbay. He put me down on the examination table and gave me a gown. "Switch to that one and it'll be easier to examine."

I did as I was told, the pain came in increasingly frequent waves and I tried to control myself. I could tell by the look on Damon's face that I wasn't doing a very good job of masking my pain. However, I managed to get the gown changed and was naked under it.

I sat on the edge of the examination table. Damon had collected various instruments and a few bottles of medicine on a mobile tray with needles and syringes. Damon came over to me and pulled the tray close to him. "Baby, I need to do an internal examination on you, now it will probably make the pain worse. I'll give you some painkillers for the duration of the examination, it might make you tired, but don't worry, it's short acting and I'll only give you enough to get the examination done." I nodded.

The waves were getting quite strong and when Damon lifted my gown up, he saw how in fact my whole stomach was rippling as the muscles contracted.

He furrowed his brows. Damon had never in his thousand years of life seen any werewolf female experience the kind of violent muscle spasms that were now coursing through Mimi's stomach. They were almost like birth burns

. Damon drew a strong painkiller into the syringe, he would administer it in response so that he could perform the internal examination as painlessly as possible. He had considered a muscle relaxant, but that might not take away the pain.

He wondered why on earth Mirella had poisoned Mimi with dandelion extract and lupine, both herbs that were definitely not good for Mimi. He hadn't said a word about it yet but Mirella would have to have a pretty fucking good explanation and now the molecular stockpile wouldn't do.

Damon put the central vascular catheter in place with a casual touch and then inserted the syringe and pressed the plunger. The pain was finally starting to ease. "ok, baby?" I said, " Yeah, now it doesn't hurt so bad." The medicine didn't tire me out as much as I expected and I was just happy that the pain eased. Damon moved to the foot of the bed and started the examination.

He pushed something inside me and as soon as it caused the slightest bit of pressure the pain returned, I gasped. Damon gave me some more medicine.

I don't know how much medicine he had to give before he could complete the examination. Finally, he put my leg down and ultrasound of my lower abdomen some more. Every now and then he would furrow his brow in irritation, as if someone on the screen had insulted him.

"Everything seems to be fine, except you're very dry to be properly in heat and for some reason, the walls of your pussy are very sensitive to stretching, now I don't know how you even put up with fucking before but you can be sure I won't touch you yet until I get some blood test results. Your uterus is closed and your cervix is irritated, I could even say some kind of inflammation. "I looked at Damon and said, "But the heat, it's going to go to shit...there will be another uterine infection..." Damon looked at me for a moment and said "Wanna Fucking? Do you feel horny?"

I thought for a moment and said "Actually no, not yet, but I know when someone puts the heat really on then yes." Damon came up to me and pressed my arm in two places, heat spilling out of my stomach. "You see, Baby if you had the heat on, then pressing on the hot spots wouldn't cause anything. And these clearly do."

"Then what is this? I smell like heat and yet I don't have heat and that pain?" Damon replied, "I really don't know, but I can tell you this, at least you don't have a case of the heat yet." Damon took my temperature "37.2 degrees, you young lady are pretty badly underheated."

Damon had initially taken twenty tubes of blood from me before the examination and now he walked over to look at the results. "hmm crp 298, sugars 0.4 white cells 100 fold. I could swear you're having some kind of inflammatory reaction going on. You're almost septic." Damon directed me to the patient's bed and brought another blanket over me still.

He got blood culture bottles and drew blood from them, then he got the strongest antibiotic that would work for me from the medicine cabinet and put it on a drip. "Now if that doesn't start working, then we'll probably have to do this the old-fashioned way." This meant Damon would either come on top of me or next to me and sink his teeth into my neck and let his teeth do their magic. Damon fiddled with the test results and my eyes started to feel heavier and heavier, I eventually fell asleep.