We were just leaving the conference and I was actually excited about leading the whole group. Just as Damon walked into the room. He calmly came up to me took hold of me and said "Baby, you're coming with me now, this farce is over." Then he took out a gun and calmly shot the vice president. Everyone was silent. I was stunned. He actually killed the vice president in cold blood. He held my arm and started dragging me along. He slammed me against the wall of the hallway and pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed me in silver handcuffs. They burned.

Then he pushed me forward and as I struggled and kicked he grabbed me by the fireman's grip on his shoulder and carried me to the car. He opened the trunk and threw me in. He said, "Believe it or not, this is for your own good." He reached behind me and locked my handcuffs on the hook at the back of the trunk. Now I couldn't get my legs out. He would tie as a passing thought. Tying my legs with zip ties first at the ankles and then at the knees. He took some tape and taped my mouth shut.

We must have been driving some kind of wrecked race, the car was bouncing like hell and I was getting really outraged at the whole horseshit Salvatore behavior. I think he should be given his due. That's a pretty good explanation for my kidnapping. Finally, the car stopped and Damon came and opened the trunk. He took off my handcuffs from whatever the hell it was. He picked me up again, like a roll of carpet, and carried me into some house and put me in a chair. First, he taped me from my waist to the chair, then my thighs. Finally, he untied the zip ties around my knees and ankles and tied my feet to the chair's slats. He taped my upper torso to the chair and only then untied my arms and effectively tied them to the arms of the chair. He pulled up my sleeve and inserted the cannula into my forearm and inserted the IV. Then he opened the IV to its fullest.

Damon tried to be strong. He tried to take control of the whole scenario and play on Mimi's fears or disgust. Because the demon would try to reset them and somewhere in between there would be a slip so visible that Mimi would surely notice. Somehow, the Pope seemed stronger now than he did yesterday, Damon thought. "I wonder how far we have to go with this?" Damon wondered, then refocused.

The drug was taking effect so that I could see double images and the sounds seemed to come from underwater. Oh great. Truth serum. Damon began "Mimi what did you do on 12.3? Tell me. " That was the day Mimi was most likely caught and according to Dresden, if Mimi herself could remember what happened she might. "I don't know, normal everyday life," I replied. Damon grunted as he pulled my hair "12.3. start singing." I tried to remember. A gig. I was having a killing spree. I said confidently, "I was on a killing spree."

Damon circled around me " Tell the victims, where did you kill? 12.3 Baby start talking or I'll get mean. My shit is pretty much nonexistent right now." I tried to remember. They were in South Carolina. "South Carolina, 8 victims," I said. Damon continued relentlessly " The names, how you killed the details.! 12.3 Come on Mimi!" He increased the drip. "Nicodemus. Shot at the factory." I tried to remember. Damon took it and suddenly struck me in the face with his open palm " Wrong you didn't shoot, you were drugged, remember Mimi!"

What on earth was Damon talking about? I hadn't been kidnapped. A flash went through my head, a red tranquilizer dart in my thigh, footsteps. I shook my head. I looked at Damon challengingly and said "Nice head trick but it's not working. As I said one of the victims was Nicodemus and I shot it at the factory" Damon came in front of me and took my hand and touched my palm. "You've been coined. You understand. Coined. The demon wins if you don't fight it. "oh, this is the time. "Damon," I said as patiently as I could, "I wouldn't be here if I'd been coined. I wouldn't be, at least not according to Dresden." Damon sighed " While you are still subconsciously fighting it. You've been drugged with a damn bad tranquilizer. "I looked at Damon.

He was serious. I wondered what the hell was wrong with him, but let him go. Then I remembered when an FBI agent had told me about the problems of old vampires, paranoia, and delusions. I heard there was a sanitarium for them. The agent had asked me if I was related since my last name was Salvatore. I was told that two months ago Damon Salvatore had been brought to the facility with early symptoms of vampire dementia. After I told him that Damon was actually my husband. He had just shaken his head. Then the agent's phone had rung, he had listened for a moment and his expression was tense. When he'd hung up he turned to me and told me that Damon had escaped from the institution. He would be extremely dangerous and whatever he tried to make me believe would be nothing but delusions in Damon's head. If I confronted Damon I shouldn't get angry, I should try to calm him down and then call Adam to come and get Damon.

I took a deep breath, now I had to be calm and reassuring. "Damon, you're not okay. Come on untie me so I can help you. There's nothing to worry about. Look I'm fine. Just take it easy." I tried to be reassuring and felt the medicine wasn't working so much anymore.

Damon was nervous, just when he thought he was getting through to Mimi, she started talking like he was a wild dog. The damn demon had put another thought in Mimi's head. The Pope sighed, this was hard. The demon had gotten almost 70% of Mimi's head already and was very strong. The Pope felt as soon as his power wavered, the demon found a foothold again, keeping Mimi in his dream world. This was going to be a long fight.

Damon looked at me for a moment and said, he crouched forward "Baby, don't you think it's strange that as soon as I tell you something has happened to you, you suddenly remember that I'm crazy? If there was such a thing as 'vampire dementia' wouldn't the better victims be the lovely Nicholas and Elias?" I tried to be calm. "Damon you came, you killed the vice president, you kidnapped me, you drugged me, forgive me if I'm a little slow."

Damon reached out with all his strength, he felt the blackness deep inside him, maybe he should answer the fire with fire. Damon dove into the black hole at the core of his being. Damon's expression and essence changed completely. He was tougher, crueler and he looked at me like a piece of meat. He stood up stretched lazily circled me a couple of times and said " Fine let's get this over with then. " He came in front of me and took a chair, turned the chair so that he was leaning on the back of the chair with his upper body.

He looked at me lazily. "Baby, let's play a thought game, what would you say if I told you I wasn't Damon? But his twin brother, Damien? What if there were two of us and we lived in the same body?" I looked at Damon, stunned for a moment, mad as a hatter. I said cautiously " Fine I'm in, so which one are you now, Damon or the other one?" He looked at me "Damien." he said almost lazily. "I'm Damien, Baby." Again a memory, a marriage certificate with a misspelled name. Hahaa Salvatore, nice try, I thought in my mind. "Damon don't be silly, I remember the one marriage certificate with your name wrong."

Damon's face didn't falter either, he said " Denial of the truth is a powerful force, Baby, but let's move on." He took out his phone " Hmm what can I find here, ahah Mr. Sark? How about Baby, how about I sell you back to the pharmaceutical company?" I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. Damon showed me the screen of the phone, it said . He also showed me many other names of pharmaceutical companies. I was still silent.

Damon said calmly. " Now this is up to you Mimi. You just have to believe that this isn't real. Understand. I don't think you want to go into the medical establishment. Remember 12.3 and believe that this is not true. Wake up. Fight back. Remember. Nicodemus coined you." Damon was apparently already pretty mad at me when I smelled a wet dog.

I focused on remembering. Panic struck when I heard Damon on his phone and he put it on speaker. The phone rang once, and then again. Then the voice that would answer was chillingly familiar "Sark" the voice said Damon answered, "Damien Salvatore here, I have for you yet the same price for another Mimi Salvatore, and the same price please."

This is not true. I started repeating in my head. Damon was listening to his phone while Mr. Sark was arranging transportation. He said, "You have to believe it, want it not to be true, start small, come on, lose the phone out of my hand." I wanted with all my strength to get rid of the damn phone and then it disappeared. I felt a strange rage in my head. A strange creature. I concentrated on remembering 12.3

I had driven through the night to South Carolina. I had demon killings there. I had been chasing Nicodemus for some time. He was one of my main targets. If I could take him down, I might be able to go on vacation again. I heard Nicodemus was the chief demon, so I decided to go after him first. Usually, the weaker demons go underground when the boss gets killed. I had hoped the same thing would happen here. I just wanted to go home, but neither Magnum nor anyone else was free and this would be too good an opportunity to pass up. I had even called Dresden, who had said "I think you're in the wrong league now, little girl. Leave Nicodemus alone, I'll take care of the bastard." I remember taking quite a lot of heat for that sentence. Don't underestimate me!

I arrived at the factory at about six in the morning. The factory had been largely empty and I had already begun to think that this was a wasted job when I felt a pain in my thigh and looked up a tranquilliser dart. I plucked the dart out and went limping to the car. However, I had walked to the other end of the factory and the medicine that was in the dart had started to work frighteningly suddenly. I remember stumbling and trying to stand up when Donald Sutherland? Well, that's what he looked like, had emerged from the shadows and started dragging me by the armpits along the factory floor.

The drug paralyzed my whole body at first, my mind was clear as he lifted me onto a table in one of the rooms. The man looked at me and took a coin and pressed it into my palm. I felt the coin start to sink and then it started to come back up as I fought back. This Nicodemus had watched for a moment then took a case from his breast pocket and drew a syringe of the substance while assessing me, the coin had actually rolled out of my palm here. He stabbed the syringe into my muscle and closed the coin in my palm again. As the coin sank into my hand, I tried to struggle but the drug began to knock me out and I felt the coin sink deeper and deeper.

I suddenly wanted to get out of this chair, I could feel the coin in my hand and I started to fight it. I didn't notice at what point Damon had disappeared, I fought as hard as I could to wake up, pushing and shoving this foreign thing out of my head. I closed my eyes and concentrated on feeling the coin slowly rise from my hand and eventually fall away. I opened my eyes.

I was lying in bed, in a familiar bed. I was in North Dakota, in our bedroom. In my palm was the burn mark where the coin had been. Damon came into the room. He rushed over to me and grabbed me in his arms. "Baby you're awake. Oh my god. You're really awake." I tried to breathe I let Damon squeeze me a little longer and said "Yep, I'm awake. And without the coin." Damon smiled and looked at my palm. "Dresden says you evicted the whole demon, you're free of it. " I thought for a moment and said, "Is this for real, isn't it just the demon trying to convince me that everything is fine?"

Damon laughed "Everything is fine, there's nothing to worry about." I was silent for a moment and said "Give me your phone, now give it to me." Damon looked at me quizzically and took his phone out of his pocket and handed it over. I took out contact details. Sabrina, Sarah, Sybilla. Not Sark, I sighed still looking, there were no other medical contacts, and there weren't any. I handed the phone back to Damon, who asked " Satisfied?" I said, " Yeah, but don't you ever fucking do that again." Damon was silent for a moment and nodded. He had no idea what Mimi was talking about. Somehow he had gotten through to Mimi and had made Mimi remember, but it hadn't left any impression on himself.