Colin said to Adam "I'm taking Mimi to Ireland. I'll take care of her there. I won't tell anyone who she is. If Bran finds out, let me know and I'll move Mimi to an even safer place. Now I'm not going to take you with me, my friend, because you're about to lose your temper. Now is not the time. Do what you have to do and I'll let you know through the fleas where we are going. " Adam nodded and watched as Colin dug a couple of IV bags out of his bag and put them in Mimi. then he put a nasogastric tube in Mimi's nose and dripped from one of the little bottles a few drops at a time and rinsed the tube with water. Apparently some kind of leprechaun stuff. Colin was a hybrid, but he was a werewolf leprechaun and it was a rare combination. leprechauns were timid and sometimes hostile, but they had a very ancient knowledge of herbs and healing. The leprechaun could help if he was paid. That's why all the old legends had developed about how there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow because Leprechauns liked gold and money. They were sort of like mercenaries.

Colin was a doctor, a healer and he used his leprechaun powers and knowledge to help and heal. Adam was very grateful to Colin. Eventually, Colin packed his bags and carried the now very deeply asleep Mimi to his car and said to Adam. "Don't worry, she will be fine. It will then be up to you to control this girl's temper when she is ok because I don't think she might let it go with Damon or especially Bran. Now if you want Samuel free from under his father I suggest you get a fucking strong vampire to compel him. Because vampire compulsion is in some cases stronger than Marrok's command and if Samuel fights it, now your problem is just finding where Samuel is. " Colin got into his car and Adam watched as the car drove away. Fine Adam thought that first of all he needed to get himself under control and a job or two would certainly help. He went inside and started discussing upcoming gigs and looking for one that suited him,

I woke up in a totally strange place, I was feverish and sick with an infection and I wasn't tied down, so I set off. I ended up on the floor because my legs wouldn't carry me. Colin came to help me and tried to explain to me over and over again that it would be good to stay in bed and not go flopping down the corridors tying the bloody tubes. I always looked just as innocent and kind and nodded. When I fell asleep and then woke up again, the whole episode had been erased from my mind enough for me to do it again. Adam did gigs for two weeks and had put fleas all over the world looking for Samuel. It was three weeks before the news came through that he was in Bangladesh. Samuel had said he'd be in touch in a week, so no point in looking for a vampire to compose him.

Colin tried to be patient with me but eventually made Salvatores and put me in a drug-induced coma long enough for the last signs of infection to disappear and for me to be somewhere OK. I probably should have been ashamed of my behavior but I wasn't because I can't help myself when I'm ill. That's just the way I am and that's what the doctors had to deal with. Colin did swear that if he ever had to treat me for another infection like this again, I would be under anesthetic the whole time. He tried to tell me how much drip tubes cost and how much time is wasted lifting me up off the floor instead of being a good patient and staying put. I told Colin that I'm hardly a good patient and he was left wondering how Salvatore could take care of me.

I went to the Irish base and decided to get to work. Now we were having problems with incubus and succubus here and I made a blood bank for myself. The incubus blood was very good and the stronger the better. I went on a killing mission to destroy incubus and succubus. When Damon called me after two weeks I just said sorry, I was in work mode and he could continue his party in peace. Just take a drink out of that Bran's flask. Damon was quiet and I told him what had happened. There was steel in his voice as he said to me " Baby, it's going to be a while before I get to you. It's time for Bran to learn what happens if he gets me drunk on vampire potion." Well, that's okay. I had two more days of gigs before I became Marrok.

Whatever Damon had done to Bran was bad enough to make me, or Mimosa and I, Marrok. I went to Monaco and started to take care of both fleas and werewolves from there. I was a Marrok for a month and then the power just disappeared when Bran was well enough. I didn't ask anyone what Damon was doing. I just hoped Bran would learn his lesson. Soon after, I heard that all vampire potion was now to be destroyed and would result in instant death if found anywhere. I continued to do the gigs. Now I was after the demons. I had been stalking one demon for some time with the intention of finding out if he was running some kind of slave trade and I knew he was in one of the bars. I would go back there to stalk and see who he was actually seeing. I went to the bar and saw this demon. He was sitting at one of the tables and then in came three fear demons. I was in my seat because there was nowhere else to go. Luckily my disguise was good and I was able to contain the smell of my fear, or disguise it that way because there were others in the bar who were affected by these fear demons. I had enough proof that indeed, this is a slave trader and he is selling supernaturals to whomever. But now I still couldn't get at this until the fear demons were gone. I did have the demon-killing weapons with me, though. A gun with demon-killing bullets or just a dagger. One good whack with it and the demon was a goner. And yes this one had now got himself a kill conviction, as long as I tracked down where this one was going from here to the bar.

The fear demons left and the demon ordered another drink. I prepared myself for a little stalking and tracking. With any luck, this would take me right to where the slaves were being held. Then I'd weave in the fleas and save the day again. There was a rustle and I looked up. The bar door was open and Damon was standing in the doorway. Black leather pants, black shirt, black long leather jacket that was open. Damon had a fucking nasty-looking saber on his hip. He walked like a beast right up to this guy I was shadowing, taking out his saber and whipping his head off. Oh fuck, so much for the tail. Fine, I guess I'll have to go to headquarters and see if the satellites would be of any use. Damon came up to me and grabbed my arm and lifted me up. Fine. He had such a fierce look and aura that I decided to obey. We got out and he opened the trunk of his car and held me. Out came another male vampire to whom Damon gave the demon's head. He put it in the cooler in the trunk. Damon dragged me into the back of the car and followed him. I felt the needle plunge straight into my lungs and the smell of passionfruit was the last thing I detected.

I woke up tied to a chair somewhere and didn't even open my eyes or move until I was properly awake and had some idea if I was alone or not. I wasn't. Damon's voice said, dryly amused " Baby, telepath, I'll know as soon as you wake up so you might as well open your eyes already." Fine, I raised my head and looked. the gentleman was sitting on some kind of throne. It was a big place, a warehouse of some kind and there were always a lot of people here, vampires. I looked at Damon for a moment and said " Are you some kind of vampire king or what is this?" Damon looked at me coolly and said " This, darling, is none of your business. And you're not snitching to anyone about this. I'd appreciate it if you'd leave the demons alone because you're so damn prone to fear demons and them, darling, no matter how much rage you have on display, won't help." Fine by me. I said "I'm at the gigs doing what I need to do. I was actually looking for the slave trader that you so nicely let out of his head. Now would be a good time to find those slaves. "

Damon sighed and leaned forward, looking me firmly in the eye now, and said " You're not telling anything about this place, you're not telling anything about the whole evening. The slaves have already been found. Do you understand?" I felt his will in my head and it forced me to obey. I said, "I understand." He looked at me for a moment and nodded. Then he said " Now I'm going to return you back to about where I took you. Remember, I'll be watching you the whole time, so try to leave those demons alone. You know darling how I work and you probably understand that this was the warning." He stood up and went to the cupboard, taking from it a medicine jar, a syringe, and a needle. He drew liquid from the syringe and replaced the needle. Then he pulled the needle cover off with his teeth and easily found my vein. The last thing I saw was his subtle smile.

I had actually been in Dresden's class on how to kill demons. He had given me guns, bullets knives. Taught me the most common demons and where they die. I'd been in a store and had a terrible panic attack and ran out into the road, when Dresden had come along he'd yanked me out of the way of a truck and the reason turned out to be that there was a fear demon in the store. That's how I found out about my susceptibility to fear demons. But because I'm a flea, immortal, one fear demon hasn't stopped me. I was a quick learner and the demons were pretty much our enemies so I had no problem with those gigs either. Men are just sometimes quite overprotective.

I woke up in an alley near a bar and called a couple of fleas to pick me up. Damon had given me a fucking great idea. He removed the vampire potion, his weakness. I'd show all the fear demons what would happen if they even tried to come near me. I had a fun plan. First, I'd put the word out where I was so the fear demons would be sure to get the hint. Then whoever tried to come to where I was supposed to be would die. I was always in a good sniper position and when I took the fear demons out of the game with flea bullets I wanted to see how long it would be before the message was clear. I changed countries. italy, France, Germany, and Spain. Every country always had stupid fear demons that either didn't believe their fate or just didn't care. For three months I toured Europe teaching fear demons. Then I went back to America. I didn't know where Damon was and I didn't care. If that's what his vampire biz was like, then so be it. I don't care what king he is. I wasn't interested in that. I went back to Arkansas. Bought myself a big, big house there and started fixing it up. I had told Adam what I was doing and although he didn't always appreciate it, he didn't make a fuss about it or demand that I stop. He himself was doing demon-destroying jobs part of the time. Not the fear demon, but others.