We started walking towards the vampire brothers again, now my problem was that when they originally smelled, in time when I came to kill them, I was on drugs. Do they smell it now? How do I stop it? I leaned into Damon and just smiled happily as the vampires exchanged veiled threats to each other, saw the stick in Damon's fingers, and once again wrapped myself around my husband to claim his drugged kisses. The stick disappeared somewhere and I was rewarded with a flank.

Nicholas said " You Mimi never cease to amaze me. I didn't know you two were so madly in love, just try to remember you're the center of attention and you won't get, well you'll know if you get that excited about each other. You just have to wait until the wedding night, it's still 4 hours away. ' Nicholas smiled tightly and then followed Elias away towards the vampire women who were crowding the party.

Usually, these bitches stick to Damon whether I'm there or not, but apparently this Damon, this is one that even the Vampirella's know how to stay away from. Damon's meds had completely stunned the mimosa, so that didn't help either. I knew it was wisest to obey and obey well, not to give any trouble, at any point. It would only be after the guests were gone that Damon would have no one to threaten, but it would have to be done and timed carefully because this boy was going to keep me as drugged as possible and for some reason, I knew the honeymoon would not be what I imagined. For example, I didn't want to tour Europe drugged up to my eyeballs.

We sat on the bench, me having just had another dose of sedative in my stomach cavity and Damon rubbing it. Damon held his hand still and said "You know darling, one day, but not for a long long time, this is where our baby will grow up. Our firstborn will probably be a boy, handsome like his father, dangerous, and having all the cunning and stubbornness in the world from his mother. Your child and mine. There may be more than one. They'll be stronger than you can even imagine at the moment. " I didn't know what to say. So far, every time I conceived, I had a miscarriage and a really bad one. Not only did the pregnancies drain out of me but all my reproductive organs. It wasn't fun and it wasn't painless. I just didn't bother going to Damon to remind him. I was happy with Samuel's little capsules.

We continued on our way and Bran came over to chat with Damon about the gigs and how long our honeymoon would be, with a couple of pharmaceutical companies being exposed and having something to kill for. Damon looked at Bran for a moment and said " We, I mean Mimi and I have a honeymoon, Bran. We just got married. Go talk to Magnum about some business. Don't come and talk to us, this is our wedding day." Damon's voice was silky, soft, and had a steely warning in it. A real danger sign.

Bran watched for a moment and then walked over to the Magnum, somehow I got the impression that Bran was jealous, but why. Bran and I have had a very mixed relationship. sometimes he is a mentor, teaches really important things, listens, and then at worst he is a gang rapist, breeder, and abuser. I always just don't get men. I asked Damon "Damon, do you think Bran is jealous? Somehow I got a feeling from that. It's like he doesn't want us to be alone all the time." Damon turned to look at me and gave me the flank.

He sighed and said " Yes, Bran is jealous, and rightly so. Now think what a status symbol you would be as his wife, or even as a proper mate. All werewolves know you and your reputation more or less. And yet I got you. Not Bran. Even though I'm a hybrid now, I'm more vampire than wolf. I'm a vampire with a wolf. You, darling, are again more wolf than vampire, at least for now. But even that balance will change over time. "Damon rubbed my liver again, which had just received its own dose of sedative. I just felt like I couldn't get a tolerance to these drugs, no matter what. Usually, it's 10-15 times before the drug stops working or works less well, but not these. Or maybe my body just hadn't gotten used to these yet.

It was time to dance. I followed Damon's lead and we danced alone at first and then others joined in, it's really good to have flanks while dancing too. It makes you feel really relaxed. Eventually, we went to sit and eat and drink again, socialize, and hear toasts in our honor. It started to get close to 9 o'clock in the evening. Damon left me at the table for a moment and soon came back with a tray of six glasses. Three of them were triple bourbons and three were reserved for me.

I drank the first one when he told me to. Oh, tequila. The drink made my head really foggy. It must have tripled the effect of the drugs. I had no choice but to drink two more shots of tequila while the vice president was still out for the evening and Damon said to me " Think about it, darling. I'll get up from this and you'll see how it's hidden. I'm going to say thank you and pat you on the back a bit, it's in, I'd probably have to give it a meaty one, which would take say 5-8 minutes to take effect. You should see darling how just a flea assassinated the vice president when I leave this coaster on the table." Damon showed me the coaster with the flea mark on it. That's why I drank my drinks so nicely. After 10 minutes Damon got up and helped me up too. "Thanks to all the guests, now me and my new wife are going to retire to our wedding suite and you can figure out what we're doing there!" Damon declared. Thankfully the crowd didn't cheer and some of the guests went off to find their rooms.

We took the stairs to the second floor, where we took the elevator. Oh, our suite is upstairs. I had never even had time to visit this castle and the apartment Damon directed me to was gorgeous. The bedroom had a huge bed and I knew from somewhere that this was the main bedroom in the castle. Damon locked the door behind him and made me sit on the bench. The alcohol had intensified the effects of the drugs to the point where all function was pretty much gone. Self-initiative. So when Damon made me sit down, I sat down. Soon he came over to me and bent my head to the side and the top of my chest was pinched and I realized he had just fitted me with a central line. He was putting an IV line into it. The drip bag was quite small but Damon opened it to the full. He was doing something by the bed and the medicine that came into my vein was another anesthetic/ sedative that kept my head foggy and my thoughts lazy and slow.

Then Damon was behind me and started undoing the laces of my dress.

"Darling, stand up, no no, keep those hands right there, don't go interfering with the cannula at all now, no no. Good, now lift one leg and the other. Good girl. Just sit back down." Damon guided me to stand up and didn't let me touch the cannula as my fingers tried to sneak up. He efficiently and quickly helped the dress off my head and folded it carefully. Gently, almost caressing it. Then he removed my shoes. By then the drip bag was empty and Damon removed it from the cannula and guided me to lie on the bed, he inserted the cannula into the syringe and pressed the plunger so that I fell asleep.

Damon knocked Mimi unconscious for a moment, good, next thing to go. Damon got an IV stand from the closet with six bags hanging from it and an infusion pump to put all the medicine through. He took the rack to the bed behind the headboard. Then he got a big pile of thick white towels, stored his other supplies on the bedside table, and stripped his upper body bare, just changing into his jeans. He got into bed in a comfortable sitting position and took the towels and spread them out on his lap properly.

Then he took his wife in his arms on her back. Mimi was still asleep and Damon put the infusion pump on Mimi's cannula and waited. The medicine he gave was very short-acting, the bag he dripped contained a cocktail of various neuroleptics, antipsychotics, and sedatives. They would keep Mimi in a receptive state as would another cocktail that dripped in a steady stream from the infusion pump. Damon had never felt so powerful. As if he himself was now properly in charge of everything.

Now nothing was getting in the way, he wasn't feeling his usual slightly unsure every now and then. The kind of feeling where he didn't have it all figured out, or know what he was supposed to know. No, no, no, it wasn't like that at all. As if he had now really come to the surface and was showing the world. Who he really is. And to Mimi. The fact that he could control Mimi, and keep her medicated. It gave him an incredible sense of power. And it helped, again, that this feeling would last.

It kept all that messiness out of his mind. And soon, his pleasure. Damon knew exactly what Mimi was going through. But he also knew what he wanted. He wanted to feel Mimi's pain. Not necessarily the agony, but the pain. Control Mimi. Completely. So when Mimi began to show signs of waking up. Damon watched his wife's thoughts closely. His telepathy seemed to be more effective, too. He could now get inside Mimi's head properly, so he knew when she was suitably awake. He took a dagger and slowly plunged it into her stomach. He held Mimi's torso in place with one hand, pressing with his fingers whenever he found a rib. The sound of the crackling when the rib broke. At the same time, the stabbing. Damon had never felt such pleasure, such excitement like he could do anything.

I was dazed, I mean half asleep when I felt Damon lift me into his arms and stroke me all over as if in anticipation. In my head it felt strange, as if there was a stranger there, patiently waiting. Then fear, terror, and pain started to come. My stomach and ribs were constantly being hit, the pain changing places. Sometimes it was even painful to breathe. Sometimes the pain was constant, repetitive, and rapid and sometimes it was in one place, getting worse and worse, as if someone had plunged a knife into my stomach and twisted it there.

The fear and terror was on all the time. At one point I stood, that much I understood and the familiar and safe scent of passionfruit comforted and took away the fear and terror, but I was still hurting and badly. I could feel my strength weakening and my legs failing, yet Damon kept me upright, standing, soothing, plunging the knife into my stomach over and over again. The drugs slowly started to wear off and I found myself still standing, my stomach bleeding as I was no longer healing, Damon held me against his chest and stroked my hair " It's alright, you're safe, shh just listen to my heartbeat, shh. It's okay, it's okay. Just stay there."

I felt something wet start to drain from my neck and felt a sharp nail, I realized Damon had just opened my carotid artery and was holding his nail there to keep it from healing and reassuring me at the same time. Panic struck but the blood loss was getting too much and my vision started to go black as I felt my legs start to give out and I could still feel the blood draining from my neck, I struggled but my strength was draining as was my consciousness, eventually blackness set in.

Damon laid Mimi on the bed. It wouldn't be long before Mimi's heart would start beating again and she would start to develop blood. Damon took a large bandage from the closet and opened his own wrist, soaking the bandage completely in his blood. He then placed the bandage around Mimi's stomach and chest so that her blood would begin to repair the numerous knife wounds and stab wounds that Mimi was covered in. He cleaned up the blood from the floor and put all the bloody towels in the laundry.

He wiped Mimi clean after the bandage had done its job. Mimi's stomach would still be incredibly tender, but that wouldn't matter. All her internal organs were fine and Mimi was breathing and already had a steady pulse. Damon took a syringe from his bag and emptied it into Mimi's cannula. Then he removed the cannula. For the day. In the evening, he would do the same. Stabbing, comforting, soothing, medicating. That medicine he just gave would keep Mimi asleep and sedated until they could get downstairs and he could continue with the daytime meds. This would be perfect. Another perfect day and night. A honeymoon. Same treatment roughly but he had his own little sheds, as he thought of them, where he was just getting ready for the flankers and other plans.