But then I had another job in Europe, a long, demanding, and lonely one. Bran had tricked the men into partying when I went on the job. That's all right. First Portugal again and bullfighting and other mysteries, sabotage. Magnum had kept the fleas in their place and they helped again.
There were poisonous demons here and I thought, yeah, now I can't afford to puke for a week, fine, we'll manage when we have to. There were poison demons in Spain too. When I moved to France I heard that the men had to move to a Pennsylvania mansion to take care of young children, these would sometimes become angels, real ones, but first, they had to be made to behave.
This was supposedly a lesson from upstairs to the men, especially Bran, who had no business working, much less partying.
Charles was furious. He went outside. He went to sit on a rock and said " Now if anybody up there is listening this is getting unbearable, what the poor girl has to go through now, why can't I be there to help, why does she always have to fucking manage on her own. Fucking god, you don't give a fuck about anything. "
Charles started coughing and hard he coughed into a long white piece of hair that said, "Watch it boy how you talk to your god, you're going to suffer." Charles threw the hairball into the sea and said " You can't make me suffer any more than I'm already suffering. I'm wondering every fucking minute what Mimi's doing and in what condition she's in. Is the end result in another three-month coma, well at least now I have teeth that might be of some use as you clearly don't. "
Charles started coughing up another hairball, this time it had a date on it and an address in Austria. Charles was silent for a moment and said " Thank you. " Then he went inside and picked up a large container of prawns and took them to the cliff and walked away. With his big white paw, God took the bowl for himself and ate the prawns with satisfaction. Yes, he could be bribed.
It took a lot of strength to get to Europe. Fucking Satan's poison demons had got me a little something and it was getting in the way of everything. Then I realized I missed my boys, my companions. We had so much fucking fun and loved doing all sorts of things during the day and then going to parties in the evening.
I'd had company all the time for so long because I'd never been anywhere long enough to actually be with anyone for six months unless you count our shows, but that was years ago, and somehow I'd learned to be with someone and again it was taken away from me.
Showing someone nice, even a partner or friend, how to be together and then ripping it away from me, long enough that I'm sure I'll forget what it felt like to be alone again.
Germany, oh I hated these clubs so much already, and you have to keep your rage wide open to make it here. In Germany it took me two weeks, at least there were no jungles for this gig, but there were so many fight clubs, there would be plenty of them in Asia. England, Ireland, Scotland, Belgium, Holland, and Luxembourg, now Italy would be a bit later when I would take down the mafia there.
Well, I have to finish this gig as I didn't finish the last one. Then it would be Austria soon after Switzerland first. I was in a rage all the time even though there weren't always clubs because the poison demons reset my healing ability to human levels and you heal in weeks and months.
I'd know that my gastro implant is gone and there's nothing I can do about that now. Austria would be the second most unpleasant club, I'd be there for about three weeks, depending on how I get through the clubs and the mysteries and sabotage.
Mirella was good at sabotaging men with their dicks up to go off and do a little bit of sabotage wherever she wanted. I worked my way through Switzerland and left to drive to the Austrian house at night. Here mimosa and I had our own thing going on when we did the gigs.
We had quite a big fenced area and well when I was doing the killing spree sometimes I had to let mimosa play a bit and I played myself in wolf form, catching my victims and taking them to the enclosure, it was always at night and the rules were clear, if the victim was alive in the morning he would get away. Then I went and changed form and started playing.
But now would not be the time for this, I do remember how disapproving Damon had almost been once I showed him this. Well probably because he'd rather have spent two weeks in the shed with the victims. I drove to the Austrian house and parked my car, went inside, and took a bath.
In the morning I'd have a mystery and sabotage tour and in the evening the dick clubs would start. Oh, that hurt pretty damn badly all the wounds still hurt when I got in the bath but I knew the cleaning would be in place. I did have some bandages with me though.
I managed to dry myself off and put on a clean bandage. Some of the wounds were festering but for now, I didn't start planning an antibiotic for myself. Because when I did make my own stuff, it didn't work very well. Mirella tried to improve the formula but no.
It would be another one to deal with, without the pinching in my stomach I had a hard time remembering to eat again but we're not stressing about the unnecessary now. we're moving on. I got dressed and felt my rage flare up inside my head like a fireball, no problem with anything everything will get done. I didn't even think about what shape I'd be in after the gig or what would even happen.
Charles was ready, Mimi would come here to do some sabotage and he would be there to meet her and walk her through the rest of the gig. He figured the implant had broken again and his future wife wouldn't remember to eat, but that's why he was there now.
Damon had never insisted on going to any gigs and if he had been to any gigs it was good not to be unreliable. He would show Mimi that he is not Damon he is anything but Damon. He saw when Mimi came on, it would be showtime.
I'd been at this gig for three months and I knew how fucking much there was to do, luckily the rage helped me to always focus on what was right. I would have to go and do sabotage at the Russian embassy, I had a tin of serpentine and toilet paper shreds with me, as well as eggs and whatever I was working on.
Mirella and Mimosa were on the other side of Austria doing wanker jobs and disrupting traffic, I would go to most of these clubs all by myself because they wouldn't get to the house straight away, they would be in a hotel. There was a guy standing in the courtyard of the embassy and it was like a smack in my chest because he looked so much like Charles, but soon he would turn around and the illusion would fade, except it wasn't an illusion.
The wind brought the smell of apples and I got closer, Charles turned to look at me and said " Honey, I'm here to help you now for the rest of the week. Fine young lady, it looks like we have to get one little rage under control first, because you're not watching out for anything when your rage is blocking everything, but honey, there's nothing to worry about now."
I said, " How are you ... shouldn't you be taking care of those kids too?" Charles smiled and said " After I kind of fucked upstairs I got myself up here to help you and it looks like you could really use the help. " I started to build a sabotage case and Charles helped and he said " Fine after this job I'll put your rage down, you understand, I'll take care of the club tonight, I know you don't have anything here tonight but the club and this embassy so we'll go to the house and I'll check you out because you smell like shit. And the rage will be put down, it's non-negotiable."
We did the sabotage together and I knew there was no point in going around explaining why my rage was good to be on display, but when these men don't always listen you have to show them. We went to the house and I managed to avoid Charles's touch long enough for him not to feel my bandages, now if I could just keep him occupied it was not a time for therapy.
Charles looked at me steadily as we entered the house. He said "Medbay, come on" I then went to the medbay and had to undress. Charles said nothing as he looked at my bandages. he said " Now I understand a couple of things, where is that smell coming from, and then why are you keeping your rage open, poison demons I believe? " I nodded.
Charles said " Sit there, I'm going to call Samuel for some treatment instructions. " Oh fuck soon the whole world will know. So I sat there, though I pulled the sheet around me because it was a pretty cold medbay. Twenty minutes went by and when Charles came back and said " Fine, let's see if my teeth say anything, I just need to bite into a jar and put it in the analyzer so you know I'm not going to put you to sleep. "
He opened one of my wounds and almost immediately took the jar and started pouring apple green and I could smell the velvet quite clearly. What is it with all men and putting me to sleep when I'm wounded? I don't understand.
Charles bit into about 10 good-sized jars of his apple green velvet, that's all he came up with. He cleaned and dressed my wound and said "Samuel can go to a pharmacy somewhere and put on a different kind of dressing, but the poison will last as long as it lasts because my teeth won't do anything but velvet." I nodded and we went to eat.
In the evening Charles went to the club after he first put my rage down and he about promised me sleep if the rage didn't hold down. He came in tired and took a shower and went somewhere in the room to sleep. I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept during the whole gig, I tried but the bloody nightmares, I don't need to sleep, I can manage without.
Charles wouldn't let me go to any fight clubs until my wounds healed, and they weren't healing that fast, Charles was treating my wounds every day. Samuel had got special bandages and I was under control. We did Italy, it took 5 weeks because the mafia took their time and only after that in Romania and Bulgaria and so on I was allowed to go to clubs, but under control and under rage control if there was damage that didn't heal then Charles would do the clubs. Charles slept next to me every night and put me to bed at the same time. He had noticed the second night I wandered around the house at night.
The show progressed under Charles' leadership and Mimosa had a new idol. Charles. He was so perfect and lovely. Adam was calling every few days, it had taken them 4 months to get the children or young people to learn and then they had had a party where the widowed Salvatore had come.
The Lord had killed his wife in the shed, slowly, enjoying the same method as my debilitation. Then the lord had gone on to slaughter quite a fuckload of vampire women, just such dominant ones. Samuel had asked that if I had any more problems, Salvatore's teeth would be at work. Charles smiled at the thought. He said I would become a Cornick.
He even toyed with the idea of marrying Adam and forcing him to be a Cornick. Men men men. We'd already put the Russian mafia in their place and the job had taken another year, with about three more months in India and China, long and demanding jobs, but we had Charles.
He was fucking mimosa without any hindrance because it wasn't forbidden, so enthusiastically in fact, that just as our gig was ending, mimosa got in heat. I went to the New Jersey mansion and I thought it was strange to be okay after the Europe gig, I thought about how much time had passed, and Damon and I had been separated for over two years.
Amazing, and now that the mimosa frenzy would be over, and unless I banged mine on then somewhere in between there would be a wedding, I was expecting a normal wedding, a day of eating and dancing with these two gorgeous people.