We drove for four hours. Damien was quiet. Thank God. Usually, he had chronic vocal diarrhea. I tried to wrench myself away, full of energy, ready to escape. We drove behind a big building. Damien opened the window and said, "Cargo on board. I'm coming to loading bay one."
The gate slid aside and Damien drove the car through the gate and along the service road that went behind the building. He pulled in front of loading dock one and turned the car off. He then exited the car towards the men in the doorway.
Mr fucking Sark. And some Indian man who was uncomfortably familiar. Damien chatted with the men for a moment and all three came to the car,
Damien opened the doors and jumped in.
"You're refreshed. Excellent. Just the way you need to be." He opened the bubble wrap and finally pulled it out from under me and just put a sheet over me. Every last drop of jelly had been absorbed and Damien felt my body over carefully and was pleased. He removed the stretcher and rolled them down the ramp again.
Mr Sark came to watch " Well well well we meet again, long time no see." he touched my liver and I gasped. "Are you sore?" I said nothing as I continued to writhe in the shackles. The men carried me inside the facility and strapped me to a stretcher in the middle of one of the rooms.
Twenty people came in. Damien paralysed my vocal cords so I couldn't speak and to my great surprise took off his jacket and shoes and habitually put on his crocs and pulled on his lab jacket. D. Salvatore was embroidered on his chest. People started taking blood, blood sugar, and blood pressure, I was auscultated and a portable X-ray machine was brought into the room and lots of pictures were taken of me. Even my teeth.
Damien seemed to be showing Sark something and I realized that the jelly machine was there. Great. I was getting sick and tired of jelly and jelling. Damien seemed to be explaining the different types of jellies and the bases of the jellies. Soon Sark left the room and came back a moment later with a cardboard box of medicine.
Damien showed him how to make different strengths of jelly and before long he came and began to habitually gel my feet and hands, then the base of my skin. Finally, a jelly was made in my abdominal cavity. Sark felt how the jelly moved and for some reason always pressed on my liver. The first few jellies didn't really have any effect at all.
After each jelling session, a thermal blanket was put over me and after two hours tests and measurements were taken. After I had been there for several days maybe a week. Mr. Sark removed my liver and carefully sucked out all the enzymes. There were a lot of them. For some reason, the pain from the platinum had caused my enzyme production to explode.
I then grew a new liver, which again had platinum. Sark was unhappy when the drugs didn't work and he went for the next ones. Panic Pharmaceuticals. Well, the pharmaceuticals put me in a state of pharmaceutical paralysis where I don't know friends from foe, I have no sense of touch, I just go around destroying.
Usually, when I was feeling enough panicky I'd always run away. Now I wasn't even sure whether I would even get a pharmacological condition and secondly, whether I could get away now.
Damien showed Sark a harder jelly that would be absorbed slower and longer. Sark decided to give it a try. Normally, a 1-milligram dose would put me in a drug-induced psychotic state. Sark put in a dose of 40 ml. Then Damien came in and started jelling it into my stomach cavity.
From there it would be quickly absorbed into the tissues and would be effective for up to a few weeks. The jelly was quickly inside me and Damien showed him how to apply it so that it was as wide as possible over the area. The medical situation began to sneak up on me.
I could already feel the first tendrils of panic starting to take up residence in my head. Next, Sark wanted to try another dream. A red dream. He put me on about 50 times that. Damien put it on my ribs and rubbed it in carefully. I started to feel cold as my body temperature began to drop.
Thirdly, Damien introduced me to the implant gun and implants. Sark put three implants with a brand new very strong zoo animal anaesthetic like elephant anaesthetic. Damien shot them effortlessly into my abdominal aorta and activated them.
I was feeling pretty wild, a medicated panic feeling washed over me and I reacted to it and I threw my rage up to the surface and then nothing felt right. The tearing pain in my liver was suddenly nothing. Neither was the chill I felt as the red sleep lowered my body temperature.
Not even the confused tired feeling that started to take over when the implants started to absorb too. Then Sark wanted one more. He had new pathogens and antibiotics for them. Damien showed him how to make jelly out of them. The bacterial jelly went into my abdominal cavity, my spinal cord, my genitals, my stomach, my intestines, between my organs, between my lungs and my heart, and even my brain.
Every day, researchers began to measure how the infection spread. And it did. It didn't infect my brain or spinal cord or reproductive system, but it did infect other organs. My liver was removed and the enzymes were extracted. For some reason, I had headphones in my ears sometimes.
My temperature fluctuated between fever and hypothermia as the red sleep held on. I was in a panic ready to leave and soon I was in a deep coma. Damien showed everyone how to disabuse me of my hibernation and pack ties. Then the antibiotic came in a drip but didn't work, and neither did the next one.
None of the six antibiotics worked the infection took more and more control. But the higher my body temperature got the more the panic medicine was absorbed. The fever was already causing delusions and I just looked at Damon and Mariella and then I took my rage out.
My rage intensified my drug anxiety and gave me strength. Damien had gone away and so had Mr Sark. It was early night when I got the first shackle off, the second shackle didn't take long. I got moving. Sure enough, I had been gelled up again in the morning with new medications, well for faster gel, also now I had dark blue sleep stuffed inside me and another dose of large animal tranquilizer to kill three elephants. In jelly.
All of it was absorbed and I was a terminator. No bullet was felt even though the guards hit me. My vampire fangs were fully exposed and oozing venom. One bite and the victim started foaming at the mouth and was dead in 20 seconds. I took all the drugs I could find and destroyed all the data but no doubt it might be on a cloud server somewhere. I found car keys and a car.
I got behind the wheel and started driving. For some reason, I drove all the way to the house in Chicago. It was a safe house. Now I wanted to get to safety, to a nest in the dark, to hide.
I went inside, left the drugs somewhere in the house, and curled up in my old bedroom downstairs. This had been my original one. Not Damon's. For some reason, just thinking about Damon brought my rage to the surface. Damon had made his choice.
He took Mariella not me, and what was worse Charles was Mariella's protector and had already loved Mariella as well as Adam. The whole damn world loved Mariella. I wanted to kill anyone who threatened me. I could feel the poison dripping from my teeth when I thought of Damon and Mariella.
Damon said to Mariella. "Darling, would you like to go shopping with Adam and Charles?"
Mariella looked at him for a moment and said "Aren't you coming?"
Damon smiled and said, "I'm a lazy creature, if you want to see the shop then go along, they're not going to any big store, they're just going to pick up a few things that were missing."
Mariella thought for a moment. Did she dare stay away from Damon? She'd fucked Adam and Charles once and they'd held back. It had been okay, but Mariella felt like they were somehow just bundled up, not relaxed with her.
Maybe this shopping trip would help, she'd get to know these men better too. Mariella was already noticing bad habits in herself. She wanted these men, too. She didn't like Mirella at all. There was something so wrong with the whole vampire woman thing.
She said to Damon, "Fine, darling. I'll go to the store with those two if it'll make them feel a little more relaxed."
Adam and Charles were leaving to go to the store when Mariela came up to them and said "Damon promised I could come with you to the store. That's all right, isn't it?"
Charles and Adam looked at each other for a moment and said " It's fine, no. We're not going to the local store for milk and bread and meat."
Mariella went to the back of the car and said "Have you heard anything about Mimi? How is she? Damon got a note from Mimi that she switched you two to her medical headshots and Damon is a little unsure about it now. But as Mimi has the right to go if there are circumstances and I can say that I might be a circumstance."
Adam and Charles were silent. They too had received the same paper and had accepted it. They thought Mimi was doing the right thing and now it was time to be diplomatic because that creature in the back seat wasn't thinking of anything but Damon.
They arrived at the shop and Charles walked alongside Mariela the whole time, looking around warily. As Mariella examined one of the packets of biscuits, Charles picked it up from her grasp and said " Not those. Not for you."
Mariella looked at Charles for a moment and smiled. Fine, this is going to be fun. She tested. She went over to the cutlet shelf and looked at the different cutlets. And again Charles came and took her away.
Mariella looked at Charles and said " You really are my protector, even if you didn't believe it at first. But this proved it."
Charles looked at her for a moment and said, "Let's play a little game." He decided to show that he was not the teddy bear that this creature had put him up to. He took a few steps closer to Mariella so that she backed up against the wall.
Charles leaned closer and put his hand on the wall next to Mariella and let her feel his body against hers.
Charles growled in Mariella's ear "I'm not a teddy bear then, I can be your protector, but that doesn't mean I worship you with heart pictures in my eyes like Salvatore. Remember that, darling."
Mariella felt herself getting all wet at the way Charles growled that Darling word. Adam was talking to some woman and was beginning to look worried. He looked at Charles and clearly, they were talking about something in their mind between them.
The moment was over and Charles pulled away and they quickly gathered their things and went to the checkouts. Mariella knew it was Mimi. It had to be. Nothing threw cold water on these two libidos but Mimi.
They drove back in silence and Mariella went up to Damon and said " Those two, I thought I'd got Charles to come out already and try to seduce me but no. There was a woman in the shop that Adam was talking to and then they talked to each other telepathically and that was it. Oh dear, I'm frustrated. I want a boost to my energy grid and those two won't release it. Charles is my protector, though, just as you are Mimi's. You have a protector radar somewhere where you can see her condition, but I don't know if you know how to activate it yet."
Damon sighed and said " Come on, get in bed. We need to keep fucking. I promised you that you'd get enough at some point. "