Now these werewolf boys were still being kidnapped and sold to female vampires as sex slaves and I was engrossed in rescuing them. None of the boys wanted to stay there because these vampire women are not nice. But since it's vampire politics and I know nothing about it, I thought I should ask my husband if these women were fair game.

We had done a few of these jobs and the relatives of the owners were often happy to get the house back and find out what had actually happened to their loved ones, but we had only just done another job. I had a list of about 50 vampire women who were good suspects and now over this three-month period, I had gathered evidence that in fact, these were naughty women.

I was watching one of the satellite images when a voice from the doorway said "Oh baby, I've missed you, and here you are, behind a desk at work. " Oh, Damon. I looked up and motioned for my husband to sit down. Damon straightened up and said "I think I prefer standing, but that was kinda hot. you are such a leader, leader bitch. I'd love to show you what to do with a bitch like that. "

I said "Actually I have something to ask you, wait, where were they now? " I got up from my nice lovely chair and walked over to the printer, oh this is the list. I took the list in my hand and when I turned around I found my husband sitting in my chair and had put his feet up on my desk and was looking at me with a challenge in his eyes.

I handed the list to Damon and said " Well, what do you say, are these legal to kill? Any problems?" Damon looked at me piercingly and read through the list, his eyebrows furrowed and he asked. " Why do you have a list of vampires, yeah oh these killings, are these most of the ones on my list too, except they don't really keep in touch anymore? Could you shed some light on that? I know what you're getting into now and I can maybe advise if it's not wise."

I said as I went and took the list from his hands and put it in the now different folder, the one where I had my gig schedule. " These women have werewolf men as sex slaves, therefore, I have a plan and a goal to liberate all of these and return those buildings to the families of their owners." Damon lifted his foot off the table and said " Oh well, I guess I'm not gonna be worth it anymore. Fine."

I looked at my husband for a moment. These gigs had nothing to do with medical jobs, they were relatively risk-free, and knowing his tendencies... " How about my husband if we go on a couple of gigs just the two of us, sure I'll take extra staff, but if you want to do your thing with this vampire whore all the time, I don't see why not. "

Damon smiled wickedly and said " Now, darling, now you're talking. I'm in. We'll do it so I always go first and take the woman and once she's dealt with, then you get to release the boys. " I nodded and took another chair and the information I had collected on the women. We started to plan the job together with my husband.

Damon decided who was coming along and he now pretty much took over the whole gig. He didn't actually overprotect me, he just always did the gig in a very systematic and efficient, goal-oriented way. Just like the weakening of me in the hospital. Here was the same analytical method.

We were each other's halves, but we were not the same, no, we were in balance. Where I am chaotic, unpredictable and wildly unplanned, and improvisational. Damon was the opposite of me, he planned and everything was done exactly right and in the right order, there was a reason why everything was done and in these gigs, there would actually be no improvisation at all.

We planned for two weeks and then we started to execute. It was systematic. Damon had always contacted the woman in advance and arranged to come and meet her, we all went but we were hidden.

Damon went in and finished the woman off and also killed all the other vampires that were there. Then he opened the doors and we started moving the victims to safety, when Damon then contacted if house owners. There was a detailed plan and everyone did exactly as they were told.

I was the awakener or rescuer, my blood was key because not all the slaves were necessarily awake some were under anesthesia or drugged. 50 women, 50 nights we did the job and Damon was happy, he got a message to the other women about what he thought of these sex slaves. And I knew that the data collection was going on and we hadn't even got to the European side yet.

I also knew that Damon wasn't going to be at every gig and would have to find a new way to get the vampires out of the way. we worked together for two months. Damon was great, there's no other way to describe it. His determination, his method, how he was totally focused on the job now and it didn't become a normal three-day rule, how he enjoyed getting to kill the vampire whores.

Then he'd leave again, or never come back to headquarters or the New Jersey mansion when the gigs were over. Fine by me. I went on a little killing spree and started killing very hard-to-kill victims. They weren't easy to plan and there was always an improvisational element to them.

I was in Idaho chasing Sark's entourage when my husband decided to come again after two months had passed since our last job together, I didn't even notice the time passing as I was always so focused on the victims. Damon wanted one or two of these victims in the shed, he had said earlier.

I was in Idaho's house and Damon was sitting on the couch next to me. He had taken me under his arm and said "Who are you chasing, baby, you wouldn't believe how much I can get you to do with our bond. You're on the prowl and some delicious prey. Remember baby, I want victims too. Is there any chance you'd give me a victim or two, I could take them to the hospital. "

I sighed and got up, went to my bag, and took out a stack of files. I said, "These are the people I'm after here." Then I told them again about each victim and Damon wanted three. He wanted us to go out and hunt these three together. Fine by us.

Damon said "Tomorrow night I'm coming to pick you up here, you're coming in your car with me because I'm going to go with my victims to Austria. You know, baby, that hospital was in Austria." I laughed as I remembered an old TV show, Mountain Hospital, where there had been a hospital in the mountains.

Damon got up and went somewhere I heard his car drive away. I went to take a shower and then to see what other victims I would hunt down, having first delivered them to my husband. The next night I was ready when Damon pulled into the driveway, he had a slightly larger SUV, one that could comfortably fit three unconscious victims.

We went on the hunt, now my method is to flush the victim into the alley and kill it there, not now. We would go to the bar together and I would distract the victim while Damon gave him a little extra to drink and then I would walk away.

I would always stay in the alley to watch from the sidelines as Damon walked the man who could barely stand on his feet and effectively tied him to the trunk of his car. He got three of his prey and we kissed after the last victim.

He said "This may take a while baby, I'm going to enjoy myself now. I'll announce myself at some point." I said, "I'm going to keep doing these jobs, so don't be surprised if I'm not available.." Then he left.

Damon had told me about the volcano, what he called it, he assumed it was almost his rage or his evil side and he had told me that he almost got feelings from it, emotions, how he was happy with some things and not others. And one of the things that the volcano seemed to get off on was the shed sessions with me.

Damon told me how the volcano is so much stronger and more powerful afterward that he sometimes felt that it was taking over in a way. But in the same breath, my husband had told me the method he uses to keep the volcano in check and that's the flank shots, and the night stabbings and so on.

Damon is so much older than me and so much more experienced, I wouldn't be surprised if I had a volcano in my head when I got to that age. I then told him about my own rage and how I concentrate so hard I don't even notice the time passing.

My husband just said dryly " Yeah me baby, we've all seen it " I said to Damon "Take the volcano out and let it talk to me, I can then give my point of view, let my pretender side play a little." Damon said " Fine, but then don't freak out. "

I let my analytical side come to the surface and started to watch Damon as he looked into space for a moment and then straightened up on the couch to sit in a better position, looking and tilting his head a little.

He said in a low enjoyable voice "You know, baby, what. When you're in pain, I mean really in so much pain that you can't even think straight, that's when you're at your best, you know why? It's because you can take it. When the pain stops, you're ready. Sure I've got you in pretty good shape but baby, you can't say I don't enjoy what I'm doing to you, and another question for you to ponder. Do I enjoy it as much when I get you in shape or is it just a necessary evil?"

I look at my husband for a moment." Oh, so you're the one enjoying the shed. Interesting. But why do you enjoy it so much when I hurt? Do you always enjoy it when someone else gets hurt or does it always have to be me? Why do you want me to hurt so much? So what if that's what excites you? Do you enjoy sex? Being together. Doing gigs. Or is it just torture?"

Damon looked at me like a piece of meat and said "Don't try to analyze me, baby. You're not getting anything out of me either. You won't find my secrets, which makes me do whatever you do. I'm old, I'm an old and strong creature. You know it yourself. Just accept it. Just accept that you're destined to be my plaything someday. You know baby, I used to make toys sometimes. Vampire women. Let's take one vampire woman.

Let's put steel spikes on her heels like a pair of high heels. Then you fuse her spine with metal plates to make it rigid. Then it's always straight-backed. Let's drive it as close to the end as we can with bloodlust. Remove a pretty big chunk of the brain. You see, vampires, regenerate, but there are some substances that inhibit the growth of a vampire's brain, for example. Plus these psychic abilities of mine will get their heads broken in no time. So that woman doesn't have much willpower. It's my toy.

But you know what baby, when that toy doesn't fight back. That toy's fun to build and fun to play with, but only for a little while, when I'd like it to fight back. But it never does when it should. They start begging and crying, they promise eternal love and money. They're not like you.

Full of flame, full of sparks, full of spirit. You. When you get angry, you let go. You have the spark and the core. And I want to put it out or control it or command it. When you're helpless to my handling, you have no power. You have seen that I have won, completely. It's the best feeling I've ever felt. Because you are the toughest creature in my universe. There was sort of the strongest being in the universe and yet I have you under my power and control.

The power, the pleasure that comes with it, it's intoxicating, but then when you have the not-so-necessary aspects that are the joy killers and the extinguishers, the conscience, the love, the caring, all of those aspects they mess up my pleasure, completely. "

I was silent for a moment and Damon clearly looked into the void again and put the volcano under control, it was as if Damon's darkest sides were their own being, it must be some sort of adjustment mechanism because I sort of keep my rage almost as a separate part of myself. Damon sighed and said "As you can see baby, I'm not quite perfect, not even close." then he left.

Mimosa and Mirella had been in my head again for a while, mimosa said she probably had to recharge for three months and she had been in my head for that, she would be ready to be apart again soon. Now I didn't really know how we were supposed to take this very well. I really didn't. But then I called Dresden and told him about it...

Dresden said. "That's interesting, but I have an option. There's one particular coven. They're capable of breaking a mind. Don't worry it's not permanent. But it would sort of reset Damon because he feels that the volcano is now about condensed evil. Once all the evil had gone into one lump, but such a blasting might blow it up into little shards and it might get sucked back in a way to where it belongs to be. I'll have to see if I can find these witches. it may take some time. And then we need a volcano. So that's where this explosion happens, so you have to have a shed session. But I don't know if and when they'll come. How you're going to announce a shed session if you're there, but this would be one option."

I thanked Dresden and went on with the gigs so I was left to think about it. That would be an option. If there was ever a shed session, maybe. I told Adam and Samuel about it and they were quite hesitant because what if Damon is not Damon anymore after that? Anyway, I put all my attention back into my work and continued with the gigs that really demanded my concentration.

When Damon contacted me again a couple of weeks later, I didn't notice anything at first, the gigs were in progress, then when I called him back there was another annoyance about why I didn't have to be with him. When I asked him how the victims were, he just said they were dead. And he didn't ask for new ones. So I kept doing the gigs after listening to the whining and complaining all the time. Mimosa and Mirella got loose again and they went to Adam.