When I left Utah, I was 38 kilos. Fucked up as bad as can be. But ready to fend for myself. Now I was ready for those good old happy moments and I imagined in my mind how maybe I would tell Damon what Bran did to me, maybe he would teach me to enjoy sex and touch again, because at the moment I was cringing if someone touched me, because those alphas, they touched me all the time, but like I said I don't always get what I want.

I went to Chicago to be by myself because Adam wasn't free yet and he was probably Bran's lapdog again, I didn't even know if Adam would ever believe me, or Damon. Would they care?

I'd had a week and hadn't gotten my weight up terribly when the mimosa came into my head and announced that the European tour was on. Oh, fuck. I'd have two days to get ready and Adam, Damon Bran, and Samuel were at the party. Mimosa didn't actually know where Charles or Magnum was. The gig was going to be demanding and long with mafias, jungles all.

First up was Portugal. Another bullfight between fight club and Demon.. me and Mimosa and Mirella. The 3 of us. The implant in my stomach had already taken a hit in the rape, so I didn't feel hungry either. I had already noticed it in Chicago.

This was one thing I had to remember and luckily Mirella and Mimosa were separated and they reminded and fed me. I even took the damage in Portugal, but luckily I was already healing and Mirella is a pretty damn good medical person. It was good to have someone at least who looks after me a little.

I couldn't stand to be touched when Mirella tried to treat me. I could barely stand her touch because she was a woman. But if a man tried to touch me, no. We were in Portugal for a week and then we moved on to Spain. Same thing. Fight clubs mystery and street fighting is sabotage. We were now here with the three of us, so we get things done pretty well. I also used the fleas wherever I could. Because they were very useful.

But all the fight clubs were fucked up and very difficult. They had at least the worst strongest demons you could possibly find anywhere. And I wasn't in top shape, not even close. But I just had to keep going. I was saving the world now. After Portugal, we move on to France. Again there were 15 fight clubs.

A week to go. 2 fight clubs a night. It was pretty damn tight. Mirella had to work with me really hard to keep me on my toes. But the rage helps the rage that keeps it all nice and neat and doesn't bunch up. And boy was that rage born and born again, and now it seemed like it wasn't going anywhere.

France followed Germany and with it the 17 clubs. They were, if it's possible, the most difficult clubs so far. They have always been my Achilles heel, always been the worst and now it seemed they were overwhelming. I was badly hurt there. An infection.

And we didn't have time to be lying in bed now with a fever. I just had to keep going. And I didn't say anything to Mirella that I had an infection. Nothing at all. Then we went to Belgium, Amsterdam, Luxembourg. England, Ireland, Scotland, Denmark. Greek Turkey. Poland. Ukraine.

I left Mimosa and Mirella at the hotel when I went to do one of my rush gigs in Romania, there was another Sark´s facility and I was ready. We were off to rescue victims again. Me Jake, Ruben Gloria, Daisy, Dash, Finley, Calum, Christy, John. We were a team again.

Jake John and Dash were now my trusty henchmen. And the gig was going well because I had a really good team with me. We'd have to clear out an 18-story facility. Me, Daisy, Gloria, and Christy were the saviors. Dash, Finley, Jake, and John, were the destroyers and the rest were the movers. We went on-site and got the drones in the air and looked at the roof.

We had a team of snipers again ready to take all the bad guys off the roof and then move the victims to safety. And there was another crew there, we got everyone on the roof killed and we were off. The exterminators made sure we had good access and I went into the facility. I started on the top floor and started waking up the victims.

These were werewolves and shapeshifters. There were a few vampires in there, too. I unhooked the tubes, squeezed the ear, and then reassured them. Wake the victim up, and I give them their own blood, if it's not a vampire, because if you give a vampire their own blood, they might fall asleep to it. And then they were passed on to the transporters.

We went at a good pace, or I did. We just got all the victims awakened and moved. And the exterminators were destroying the facility when the guards started coming again. I was just down the hallway with a yak in me. Towards the exit, when someone shot Jake in the chest, I spun around very quickly and slammed my wrist open putting it in Jake's mouth. He drank my blood and the wound healed.

We are in the moment after I had shot the guard, Jake sighed and I said " That was close. It was damn close." I smiled and said, "You still have surgery ahead of you, that bullet will be out of you as soon as we get to the base". He stood up.

We walked for a while and suddenly I heard him gasp. I turned around to look and he looked at me for a while and there was a stream of blood coming out of his mouth. He was slumped on the ground dead. I heard voices and I turned around.

One room had a transparent door, it was apparently somehow adjustable so that the door was either completely transparent or completely opaque. Sark was standing on the other side of the door and he had Christy in his arms, Christy was dazed or confused because she didn't put up much of a fight. Sark looked at me for a moment and then pulled Christy's head back by the hair and slit her throat.

Fuck. My rage was on full display. Sark opened some kind of microphone and I heard him say "Look. We're using novelty explosive bullets here. They're so fucking cool. They have this remote control, all the bullets that have been fired today have exploded, and I think they've hit every member of your team except you, wasn't it a nice feeling when you thought you were saving your mate and there he is lying dead?

By the way, Mimi all your friends are already dead. Those bullets have poison in them. There's nothing you can do about it. And wouldn't it be great if this worked like a TV show? All your little friends died with your blood in their system, but they don't become vampires. What I do know is that making a vampire actually takes a lot of time."

Then Sark disappeared somewhere and I knew I couldn't go hunting, and I couldn't, I couldn't save anyone. The sniper team had the bodies in their cars by the time I got out. I killed all the guards I could find, but the fucking European job was still going on. Again, I didn't tell anybody about this and I never will.

I was in Romania when Damon called and said he wanted to meet. Fine, I said and gave him the address of the hotel I was staying at at the time. I couldn't guess what he wanted to see me about. He came half an hour later and I had the door open when they came in.

Damon and this woman. Damon came up to me and said " Mimi. I want a divorce. I have now discovered that you are really a baby, you are a baby. At least what you see from the perspective of a vampire like this. You clearly have your own priorities at the moment in your life and I am not one of them I am not that important to you.

And I don't have the energy to teach you how to be a vampire I don't have the energy to teach you all the rules, customs, and habits of a vampire. It's time for me to get myself a proper woman A proper vampire woman who knows what it's like to be a vampire. Then maybe in a couple of centuries or so you might understand why I did this. You need to mature. You're such a raw deal. You're a baby.

And then you really have your fleas in your passion right now. I'm not your passion, at least not all the time. Please baby don't fight me on this. And Maggie here would like to see that. Our marriage prenup." Maggie, really.

This was the same bitch that called me and fucked me and Damon swore this woman was bad news, well she is to me anyway. I had been to one house and picked up some stuff from there and now I was trying to fish a pen out of my bag, I found this decades-old pen and I wasn't even sure if it was writing.

I signed the papers and took our prenup out of my bag, I always had a copy of it with me for some reason. Maggie took a long, irritated look at it as if trying to find something wrong with it, but there wasn't. I handed the papers back to Damon and controlled myself completely. Damon said, " You can keep everything, the Azores are yours, all the houses, Maggie here is rich though so we'll get everything then."