Charles was swearing, Mimi was in Chicago and he was on the other side of America. He informed Adam what had rushed into the Chicago house. Adam stomped straight to his office and opened the computer, he took a quick look at the security tapes and dashed to the attic.
A figure wrapped in white wrappings lay still. Adam turned on the lights and the wrap moved, Mimi was alive. Fine 15 straps, let's start there. Adam gently lifted Mimi into his arms and carried her downstairs as fast as he could.
"Phone, call Samuel" Adam gave a voice command. Soon Samuel's voice answered "What?" "Mimi has had another shed session, Mimi is alive 15 straps, we are in Chicago. "Adam quickly listed off.
Samuel asked a few more questions, went to grab Mimo's hide and Mimosa and a briefcase full of Mimi's own dental materials, and left to drive. Half an hour never felt so long Samuel thought as he pulled into the driveway. He rushed out of the car and downstairs.
I was tired and wanted to fall asleep and Adam wouldn't let me. From the time Adam had carried me to the medbay and I was told to sedation jelly Adam was silent. He worked quickly, efficiently, and as gently as possible.
He had cannulated and dripped probably 4 different bags. I was always told what had been done to me. For some things I got a new drip bag, for others Adam's gentle handshake "We'll look at that a bit later, Mimi, it's not a priority now."
He had finished removing all the bandages and I lay in the warm water while he continued to gently rinse my skin. " Now what has been absorbed has been absorbed, there's nothing I can do about that now, but let's prevent any more from being absorbed." I asked, "Shouldn't I be asleep?" Adam said, " You'll get there, now just keep telling me."
Adam kept or tried to keep his expression neutral as he flushed Mimi. Mimi's crotch was one bloody mass and when he rinsed it properly it was just one big cavity. At least it couldn't be immediately rehabilitated by fucking. That thing had always pissed off Salvatore, by the way. Adam thought to himself.
Samuel supposedly came calmly but Adam's wolf told him how edgy Samuel was. "What's the situation here?" Samuel asked and walked over to Adam, who had just finished rinsing Mimi´s crotch.
" 15 straps, tired, She was wrapped in tranquilizer-soaked bandages. I have now rinsed off as much as I can. Samuel said, "Change the water, put on some clean warm water, and then come in there for a moment and you can tell me more." Adam did as he was told. Samuel handed Adam an adrenaline shot.
When Adam put the adrenaline in my IV I thought, so unfair. Then the men went into the other room. I lay in a warm bath exhausted and aching. Every limb of mine was hurting where there was still tissue left alive and leftover, my ribs were hurting, and I had an overwhelming urge to breathe but my lungs were punctured and my ribs were crushed.
The fatigue was overwhelming, the adrenaline was counteracting the sedation but I felt every metal burn, ache, wondering in my mind "When will I get some sleep? Probably when I no longer hurt, when I have to suffer this pain."
Samuel listened quietly as Adam told him everything, he mentally listed the damage and took the briefcase, there was a new substance from Mimosa. The substance was pink and glowing. Mimosa said that the substance would be perfected as the future progressed but this substance should give Straps. Now Mimo wasn't at all sure of its effectiveness on Mimi but it was worth a try. The Mimosa hide was also fully loaded. They went to Mimi. Samuel asked, "Does it hurt where?"
I said, "I don't know where not to hurt, you'd think my nerves would have taken enough hits but no, the answer is everywhere." Samuel nodded first he hung a couple of decilitre bags of something pink and connected it to my cannula full.
He put the other stuff on a smaller scale so that this stuff would drain quickly. within 15 minutes the stuff had drained and taken away the worst of my exhaustion. Samuel said to Adam " Give it to us 50 straps."
" Wow, the stuff that gives you straps!" I thought. 50 straps are much better than 15. Then Samuel put the other agents back in while Adam was already stocking the incubator. My skin was broken, well what wasn't, it hurt everywhere. But at least I had 50 straps.
They took me out of the bath and put another drug in the drip, when they started to wrap me up, it relieved the pain and I was so tired I couldn't fight and went to sleep.
Samuel got some gel wraps from the cupboard in his packets and started to open them. They would wrap Mimi in these, put her in the incubator for a week or two to sleep, and then check on her. They gently removed Mimi from the bath and lifted her onto the gel pad.
Then they wrapped her up everywhere. Samuel equipped a strong anesthetic bag even as they lifted Mimi out of the bath and put it on the drip and by the time they had finished wrapping Mimi was already fast asleep but holding her straps. They lifted Mimi into the incubator and closed the lid. Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Damon came in a week later to help, he didn't explain, he just sniffed Mimi's blood and sat, collectors in his teeth day after day. Some substances he bit directly into bone and muscle. Charles and Adam accepted all the help because in this mode Damon was actually useful.
Charles had always thought that these sessions were a bit like the reverse of beating yourself on the toe with a hammer just because it felt so good to stop. This wasn't the first time Charles saw how completely dedicated Damon was to saving Mimi once again, but these days, he didn't even stay in the same house every time Mimi woke up.
But this was Damon the rescuer again. Damon hadn't done this in a long time. He had just killed Mimi and enjoyed himself. And then there had been a meltdown.
Just as he would then have to try to explain to Mimi why he did the session. Charles sighed. Mimi was in much better shape, almost fully recovered physically, but still thin and cold, so she was allowed to sleep in the incubator. Damon saw this and took Mimi out and moved her back to the bed.
He said "Mimi's body is being challenged already, the cooler air will put the thermoregulation right. There is no physical obstacle now. The incubator is good when used at the right time, but I don't want to laze Mimi's body, it needs to be challenged a bit. For now, we keep her covered and give her warm fluids and heated visceral suspension. She'll soon recover from that." And Damon was right.
Within a couple of days, Mimi was keeping her temperature and even her sugar up without a problem. Soon she could wake up. Damon was pleased. Now he would be free. He would always owe Mimi, no matter what he did. And he didn't want to do another session.
He felt like something inside him was very angry like he Shouldn't save Mimi. He decided to act so that he could never again kill or destroy Mimi in any way. He would rather kill himself.
I had finished a lovely but demanding tube of trauma therapy, the fleas were next in line for my attention. Now I was ready to do a bit of gigging again to draw up plans and blow up naughty installations. And then the shed session of the year. Oh my. It was a bit of a recovery but here we are.
I hadn't spoken to Damon at all, I just knew he had been healing me yes. Charles told me. I went to the Pennsylvania mansion once again to get things organized and oh there were a couple of good establishments waiting for my attention. None of them were Sark institutions, but the man I was interested in was one who had been linked to the group that had originally made me.
Yes, I remembered the doctor who more or less claimed to be responsible for what I did but the truth that had emerged over the years was that there had been more than one researcher. I had killed some of them long ago but this Indian man. This had been one of our main targets for some time.
If I had to think again about who he looked like I'd say a cross between a Sendhil Ramamurthy and a Hari Dhilloin would be pretty close. You wouldn't believe at some gala that this is a really bad guy. That's where I'm going to murder it too there was one gala coming up where these scientists used to come. I had very thin sticks of wood dipped in an extremely strong poison that couldn't be traced, plus they were biodegradable and saturated with vampire blood.
It would be easy. Walk by and poke, the stick was so thin you could hardly notice it and it wouldn't enter the victim by more than an inch or two, it would break off naturally. The victim dies within half an hour of a heart attack, as seen by the autopsy of the body. Or some other disease.
I examined my victims quite carefully and searched their medical records as widely as I could find. I had several poisons at my disposal and always chose the most natural way for the victim to die. This wouldn't be the first victim I'd nailed, no no. I'd been doing these jobs for quite a while. But this was a quick and effective way. And discreet.
I had reserved a green dress for myself, which was unusual. I had red hair and green didn't usually suit me but this was a very light green Armani satin dress, so I thought I'd go with it. One other advantage of these poisons was that I was immune to each one myself. These wouldn't affect me in any way. I was so ready.
I didn't tell anybody where I was going because as a leader I didn't have to. Adam and Charles had just had to deal with another mimosa heat and she'd gotten Mirella into it again. There was a fuckfest going on.
The party was in Delaware and I would go to the house after the party if I didn't feel like going out. I organized over 50 blow-ups around the world in two weeks. It's a good thing that a small network of five countries grew into a whole global one. I never would have believed it.
At least not at the time. I remembered our vampire wedding for fun. The three elders were long dead when Damon killed them and I didn't know if anyone respected the whole tradition anymore. Does anyone care if I'm in a vampire alliance with Damon or not? We have the scars on our palms to prove it, but what that means in real life, I just don't know.
I got ready and got in my car. I set off driving to the venue knowing that this would be a quick and easy gig. I have one bad blind spot and always have. When I plan something I can become overconfident because I'm always invincible.
And especially if I'm going to kill someone, then this fault of mine really comes to the fore. In the same way that I've almost always been underestimated, I think I underestimate my opponents quite often. Or I overestimate my own abilities. It's because I'm pretty much immortal.
I can't be killed. Not by any means. Plus, I'm a vampire hybrid with an ungodly amount of rage. With my rage, I can handle any situation. That's why I didn't even bother outfitting myself under my skin for this gig because there's really no need.
I go in find the victim, walk by and that's it. I'll be at the party for maybe another half hour after that and then I'll go back to the house and see for myself maybe some blast or kill or sniper games.