I lay in bed satisfied that when the heat was gone, the men had disappeared for the day. I slept and mostly watched TV, I was still full of feeding fluid, it would act as a backup food and could stay inside me for months. My weight is 66 kilos. Damon came into the room and sat on the bed and started feeling me all over. I looked at Damon and felt the full glands in my palate again. Damon wasn't actually in bad shape. He had eaten and gotten himself back into shape. I, on the other hand, could still take a spare 10 liters of food inside me what I should do was just kiss Damon and release the secretion, biology would take care of the rest. I flopped onto my back and looked at Damon " My darling husband, how about you come and fulfill your marital duties with me again? I feel like I'm having a case of afterheat. Now, can we have a proper look at which one of us is on top?" Damon smiled but the smile didn't reach his eyes, which had apparently seen through my little scheme. "Darling, I won't feed you anymore, you can be sure of that, but there is one thing I can do..." Damon's hand moved from my waist to my side and then I felt the needle sink into my lung again. This was strong medicine. Damon just watched me as I tried to stay conscious but failed. The last thing I felt was when he lifted me into his arms.

Damon carried the anesthetized Mimi to the medbay where a very upset Samuel was waiting. Samuel didn't like Mimi's feeding fluid because it always went to excess. Mimi was at a top weight of 66 kilos, the heaviest she had ever been, and Damon had felt several liters of feeding fluid inside Mimi. Adam's bag contained 16 liters, Damon's 12 liters. Every liter was now stored for future crises. Now they would once again burn the gland properly. The last time it took years to come back and Damon suspected that Bran's trick had activated it. Damon laid Mimi down on the operating table and took a cocktail he had prepared earlier, this contained several drugs that worked together to keep Mimi properly anesthetized. Once they drained the rest of the feeding fluid from inside her, maybe remove the uterus if it was still active and burn the gland off.

They found 22 liters of fluid. Samuel had estimated that one liter of fluid could yield up to five kilograms. That's also five kilos off the donor. The uterus was removed because it was still a wolf's uterus and there was a danger that Mimi would keep the heat on to get the men to feed. Also, it may have been related to this vampire side, which Damon said was a wildcat in bed. It would still have to be tamed, but first surgery. They burned and dug out the gland, which was very well developed, they also took the other glands from under Mimi's tongue, which made a kind of soothing, relaxing but will draining substance. Mimi had once given it to Bran and got quite bad treatment from it again. Not yet, thankfully, for Damon. So she removed those glands as well and injected the tissue with a dental substance that would prevent them from growing.

He then carried his still-sleeping wife now weighing 60 kilos to bed to wait until she woke up, if Mimi's wildcat side was still on Damon would tame it. Tired and beat Mimi good in bed, no flankers forbidden in that business.

I woke up. My mouth was sore and I felt around and I already knew what I would find, or rather what I wouldn't. Yep, all the glands were gone. Every single one. The base of my tongue felt sore as if something had been injected there as well as my palate. Somehow I knew my uterus had been removed but I was still feeling pretty good. I went to the bathroom and felt like someone had stolen my spare food. Really. Oh that someone had been on a roll. I should show Damon how to do it right in bed so I can always do something too, lead. Adam understands he let me play but no Salvatore, he was too pushy and our little game turned into a wrestling match when Damon really didn't understand what was going on. I just put on my robe as I left the kitchen to find something to help my mouth. Damon was in the kitchen making dinner or finishing it up apparently having finished whatever he was doing " Morning baby, did you sleep well? Are you hungry?" I replied sweetly venomously " I have to eat when someone took my food, anyway I'm looking for something to help my sore mouth.?" Damon looked for a moment and said " How about it darling, my dick?" I was silent really? " No thanks, I'm looking for something to calm you down, not get you all worked up, anyway where's Adam? " Damon looked at me amused " Listen, baby, Adam is not your toy right now. But you are mine, we're going to the bedroom soon really, to see which one of us is actually on top. " Damon said confidently, " You smug self-righteous bastard," I thought sourly. We went into the bedroom and I was attacked by a hurricane. No problem, I let it burn, at least until this guy started playing a really dirty game and gave me the flank. I stepped up my efforts and he responded. Eventually, Damon had used up all my strength and I lay under him, completely defeated. Then the bastard hit me with one more flank and put me to sleep.

When I woke up. It was quiet. Damon wasn't in the same bed and when I looked at the nightstand, I already knew what I'd find. But now it was my time. Now I would become a trauma surgeon first and then I would get my dog show judge papers and go do that job. Now I couldn't concentrate on flea markets or gigs. Now it was time to do what felt good. The whole house was empty. I was alone in Chicago once again. while eating breakfast, I laughed at the thought of Damon promising to teach me how to lap. I don't think that will ever be my thing, I'm such a special type. I had another greasy steak for breakfast. Well, I was in good shape, even though Damon took my feeding fluid but it had already done its job and bumped me up to 60 kilos by the time I had finished eating. I grabbed my laptop and started looking for where I could sign up. Yes, Chicago is part of this program and after breakfast, this girl is off to study. I let Adam and Samuel know what I was going to do and Adam was actually very happy because he wanted me to do something else while I was just a flea all the time. Adam said I should enjoy life, so here we were, ready to enjoy life. I thought I'd buy something brand new that I'd never bought before. An island, near Australia and it would be my sanctuary, my pleasure, if Damon started chasing or fucking around again this girl would start learning to make plans and prepare for everything.

I looked at my phone where there were a few messages. Oh, my little car mechanic, the Flea had made a safe deposit box system for cars, I would visit him later. if it was a good system then I could empty a few safe deposit boxes again and maybe some bank vaults. Damon actually didn't even know about my bank vaults or even my safe deposit boxes. He had done a few gigs for Reddington once and always took a cash payment, I didn't. I went to university and enrolled in the program. My studies would start in a month and last six months, followed by six months of continuous screening and then I would see what I would become. I then went straight to the kennel clubs to visit and registered as a trainee judge there as well. I was given a list of shows and the material I had to learn and the number of days for the tests I had to pass. Oh, how wonderful to be able to learn something new completely.

I bought that island. In my own name. Just for me, and I kept the papers tightly hidden. I still had to call the church office because our wedding certificates had come in and Damon's license had a clerical error. It said, Damien Salvatore. Not Damon. Unless my husband wants to change his name, I guess that'll have to do. I thought about calling myself and asking what to do about it, but that's okay. I found myself a good room, my original bedroom and started studying. It helps quite a lot when you have a photographic memory so you don't have to cram theory into your head so many times. The vicar's office said it was up to Damon to fix it with his wedding license and I couldn't help it. Fine by me. I studied for a couple of days and then actually went to the theory tests for judge training. It was fun being on the test. It was something new again. Adam called and I told him about the island and Adam had a pretty wild idea about the island. I also told him about the wedding license and Adam laughed. Yes, they can. He told me that Damon had actually registered them when we had that argument where he had me by the throat against the wall. He hadn't been terribly clear then when he'd filled out those papers.

Adam asked all sorts of questions and said he was coming back to Chicago again. He'd like to spend some time with me because, well, we were in a relationship. We had a mating bond and it was a wonderful thing. I had taken one thing that Mirella had told me and set up a blood bank for myself. I'd got one of the old barns and asked a bit of the flea to help out. They had secured the barn and brought in some sturdy cages. And those cages had been occupied by a few people. I had been there when I went to register as a judge and tasted. Very good. A couple of liter bags of good strong incubus and the bloodlust was gone again for a while. I didn't know Damon's opinion on this and didn't really care. I was taking care of myself so that the Bran episode wouldn't happen again, because now my nightmares had a new side. Me inside the wall withering away, hunger burning my veins. I didn't mention this to Adam or Damon. Never mind, they'll get over it.

I'd be fine, I'd slowly learn to cope with the nightmares, forget that need for security and get enough steel in my spine so that one fucking nightmare didn't always paralyze me completely. I decided to go to the store. Not to the local farms now because there was always the danger that somehow the universe would put my husband there at the same time and I'd be very dazed then. No, the local farms would have to wait. I went out and it had arrived. My new hot pink convertible Ferrari. Perfect. And this was where this new box had now been put.

My mechanic friend came over and showed me. Just like normal I open the trunk and slide my hand right in the back. Then I feel a slight bump. Push on it and a little needle comes out and takes a little blood. And then on the other side of the rear, a little panel opens up. Now here was the safety. If I were to put my thumb here. A little hatch opens up with two guns in it. One is a tranquilizer gun loaded with a substance that will stop even me and the other is a regular gun but with exploding silver bullets. To get the mechanism open properly I have to put my little finger in the scanner. Then it was quite a sight to see the most complex and spacious storage system you've ever seen inside a car. There was everything. It was already loaded, with guns, ammo, and a fucking huge first aid kit with one lovely new toy. A subcutaneous or intramuscular adrenaline implant. A surefire way to bring out the rage, prevent sedation, and even counter anesthesia. Excellent. I knew I didn't want to show this to Damon because for some reason I wanted to keep this advantage a secret. We had a kind of competition with this implant, since the gentleman was doing flank shots just for fun, I had to have some advantage too.

I thanked the Flea guy very much and he promised to put a bit of the same system on every car. Oh yeah, now the safe deposit boxes are calling. I told Adam I was going for a drive and Adam said he could actually come along. Fine. We agreed to leave in a week. I had my first dog show in two days. I didn't mind though being the only female judge in the ring and with the judge I was in the ring looking quite a bit like Patrick Dempsey. I didn't but I did notice that my lovely husband had decided to come and watch my dog show and seeing me in the ring with a strange man for several hours a day put him in a bit of a bad mood. When I went to my car, there he was leaning against my car and asked in a mocking voice " Well baby, isn't your new boyfriend coming?"

I looked at Damon steadily and said "He's not my boyfriend, but you'll have to get your marriage license fixed yourself because your version has the wrong name." Damon waved his hand and said, " I got it baby, so are we going to drive back to the house or what?" I got in the driver's seat and Damon got in. I drove to the house and had my usual road rage going but now Damon couldn't have cared less if I raged at some car. He was on the phone with Fiona and Fiona would have so wanted Damon to come over and stay longer than 6 weeks this time. I mean Damon and I haven't always had that much time together. A few days, maybe 6-8 weeks, and most of it is spent wildly fucking. Then Damon whines to me when I'm doing flea work that I'm never available and that's why he doesn't always come to the pack when I'm not there, then some fucking bimbo calls and complains because Damon only spent 6 weeks with her. I'm not complaining, even though we might only spend a week.

When the call ended, I said "Maybe you should go be with Fiona anyway. Six weeks is a short time for Fiona. For me, it would be a long time, but those priorities of yours are what they are, and I'm clearly not someone you'd even plan to spend weeks with. " We arrived and I got out of the car. I waited for Damon to get out and locked the doors. I said again as I went inside. "I'll sleep downstairs, by myself!" I was as furious as I could be. Somehow when the whole situation materialized so directly in front of my eyes and when I thought about how little time I was actually spending with Damon at all. We fucked. That's all. Adam and I did other things, but Salvatore and I, it was raw passionate wild sex 80-90% of the time we spent together. I went to my bedroom and took a shower. I could hear Damon talking to Adam, about anything and everything. Probably how I overreacted. Yeah, I overreacted. I fucking reacted. And then when I get upset, I get bloodlust. Luckily, I'd brought some bags from my blood farm so I wouldn't have to eat at the Salvatore. I showered for about half an hour, enjoyed myself, and washed all the dog smell off me. For some reason, it had been a rainy day and one of the dogs had been wet, for some reason I had almost had a panic attack when I had to touch the dog that smelled like a wet dog.