4. Paratiisi. (The Paradise.)

I awoke, my senses dulled by the drugs coursing through my veins. I struggled to comprehend my surroundings, focusing on the blurry images around me.

Suddenly, a deep voice pierced the haze, "Baby, telepath, I know you're awake."

Uncertainty gripped me as I realized I was naked, bound to a chair. Was this some kind of twisted experiment or a cruel game? Lesson maybe? Gradually, I forced my eyes open, my vision still hazy, my muscles weak.

I was on a plane, my vulnerability exposed. Naked and sitting on the chair, but I wasn't restrained. Damon, clad only in jeans, sat across from me, his gaze intense and filled with desire. This was one of the pack's planes, and I was at his mercy.

In a hushed tone, he revealed my fate, a fate I had never expected. "Now, you little bitch, you've been kidnapped and taken on a fucking vacation. Maybe then you'll learn to behave."

The thought sent shivers down my spine, a mix of lust and exhilaration. Damon's eyes locked with mine, his voice dripping with dominance, "You, little bitch, will learn to be a good girl from now on. The Master has a few new things to teach you."

My mouth felt parched, and I licked my dry lips before mustering the courage to speak. "Wow, what the hell? Do you do this to other girls?"

Damon's gaze intensified, his head tilted slightly. He rose from his seat, retrieving a slender dagger. Without hesitation, he slashed across my chest, causing a surge of pain and arousal. "No, darlin'," he whispered, "this is reserved for my special women. Mimosa can't escape now, she's awake and experiencing everything too."

As he licked the blood from my skin, a mixture of fear and desire coursed through me, heightening my senses. I knew this dark encounter would only intensify my desires. This side knew how to seduce me too, I see. Damon drew closer, his lips meeting mine in a possessive kiss. Pressing his body against mine, he adjusted the lever, lowering the chair until I was fully reclined. The drawn curtains blocked my view of the outside world, leaving me in suspense as to our destination.

He pressed himself against me, quickly removed his pants, and came on top of me, his one hand parted my thighs and a huge cock plunged straight into my greedy pussy, his other hand strangled me again, we kissed and our passion knew no bounds. We fucked the rest of the way, and Damon didn't even tell me where we were going.

When the plane landed, I was wearing nothing but a wrap dress and sandals. I was fucked out of my mind and didn't know if we even had luggage or anything. How long the flight had been and where we had left.

As we disembarked from the plane, the sight of an enchanting island greeted our eyes. The dazzling white sandy beaches stretched out before us, disappearing around a gentle curve. The crystal-clear water shimmered with a perfect shade of blue, inviting us to dive in. The air was infused with the intoxicating fragrance of exotic flowers, their sweet scent enveloping us as we strolled along the shoreline.

Damon, burdened with a couple of bags handed to him by the pilot, trudged along beside me. The scorching sand seeped between my toes, providing a delightful warmth that tickled my senses. But the thatched roof of an exquisite bungalow soon captured my attention, its charm enhanced by a terrace adorned with inviting sun loungers and an elegant table. We gravitated towards it. I could not contain my awe at this paradise that lay before us.

The bungalow, larger than expected, was a perfect fit for our needs. As we approached, I noticed vibrant flower vines gracefully climbing the verdant trees. Their fiery red and mesmerizing magenta blooms were a sight to behold. Amidst the splendor, delicate bluish flowers added a touch of serenity to the landscape.

Towering palm trees completed the picture, their fronds gently swaying in the tropical breeze. Lost in the beauty surrounding me, I couldn't fathom where exactly we had landed. I knew I could probably identify most of these flowers and plants, but I was not going to. I was on a sex holiday, to be fucked to bits. Not thinking about botany.

As we turned towards the bungalow, my gaze caught the sight of the plane beginning to ascend into the sky. With a sense of anticipation, we ventured inside, finding a rustic interior that perfectly suited the ambiance of this extraordinary place. It struck the delicate balance between simplicity and comfort, fully immersing ourselves in this idyllic destination's wonders.

Damon said, " This is our three weeks, baby. I had to work hard to get Sarah to rent this for us. Sarah had one of those stupid, rich old couples that would have loved to spend time here, but I got this for us by threatening to drink Sarah and her family, kids, and husband dry. Sarah is a 66-year-old estate agent, and I had to keep this a secret."

I said, "Oh, wow. How on earth do you come up with these things?"

I was really impressed and I couldn't think of anything else to do, because here come those wonderful times again, those wonderful moments that make you go on. We'd been in Vermont for a great couple of weeks, and now this.

Damon held me under his arm, and we walked along the beach. He said, "I've wanted to take you to myself ever since you came back to me. When you chose me, I knew you had options, and both would have been so much more right for you. And then again, when I went to fucking Jojo. You've been through so many terrible things already, but you chose me. That's why, baby, that's why I want to show you that you made a good choice. I'm so fucking happy you won't believe it. And I'm not perfect, not even close, but I have to show you properly."

I said, "I'm not perfect either, well I just thought of about six wiser ways I could have maybe stopped myself from dying the other day, and it would have been worth waking up either you or Adam, being honest about how fucked up I was and letting you protect me, but I am what I am."

Damon looked at me, smirking, and said, " Look, my lady has come to her senses. Maybe you're not a lost cause yet, but I'll show you that you made the right choice when you chose me."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I hadn't even thought of it that way, and it was true, in fact. If it hadn't been for Damon, I don't know what my choice would have been. But then again, where would I have been if Damon had never come into my life? What would I have become? But I chose eternal love. Damon. I remembered how Adam and Samuel protected me, how I wasn't a woman. I don't know why I would have stayed then, changed if it wasn't for Damon.

I left the what-if thoughts in my mind and was a little bitch again. I broke free from Damon's grip and ran away. He chased, and we ended up on the sand with no clothes on to prove and show how much we meant to each other. We always just ended up in the bungalow for a moment just to drink and eat. We fucked in the sand, in the sea, on those sun loungers.

There were other people on the island, but we didn't care. Every morning, I drank the lovely fruit nectar that was always delivered to our bungalow during the cleaning. We were usually on the beach then, fucking like rabbits. Five other couples were on this island, and we didn't mind. Pretty soon, everyone knew what we were doing here. The couples were older, retired people, and our activity inspired them to do a bit themselves, especially when Damon put my vampire side in check. 

Day after day, I noticed nothing strange; I was just enjoying myself. This was really perfect. Everything was perfectly fine, and nothing bothered me. I lay in bed, completely satisfied, and watched this gorgeous man get out of bed.

I thought, " Oh, how wonderful that cock felt in my cunt and how well he kisses. He's so good-looking and gorgeous. Just the thought of him turning around and thrusting into me again would be amazing. The way he holds me in check and the way I feel when his heavy, hairless balls pound against me.."

And he did. He turned around, looked at me with one eyebrow raised, and came back to the bed and started thrusting into me again so hard, perfect. His voice was low, demanding, and he called me a little bitch. It didn't bother me; I did not know who this man even was. All I knew was that this was wonderful, beautiful, perfect. Again, the man stopped and stood up. We have done this a few times now.

The man seemed to hear my thoughts and said to me, " Baby, stop flattering me, or I won't get out of this bed. I'm about to go off right now when you imagine what my dick felt like in your cunt." 

How wonderful that this one called me baby. So perfect.

I said, "I can't help myself; you're just perfect, and the sex is so amazing I almost can't find the words. This is so damn perfect."

Damon was pleased. Mimi was insatiable. He couldn't even get three steps out of bed when Mimi's thoughts flooded into his mind brighter than ever. And they were pretty damn naughty thoughts. Somehow, when Mimi started praising him and their sessions, Damon lost his self-control, and he couldn't help it when he always had to go back for more.

It wasn't until a week later that Damon realized that everything about Mimi wasn't quite right. Mimi didn't know him. Yes, she wanted to fuck him, and she understood they knew each other, but Mimi didn't know who he was. Mimi didn't even know her own name, and when he'd wondered how her blood lust had completely disappeared, he'd thought he'd gotten that side under control and okay, but it didn't seem to be the case.

He's a wonderful man. I don't even know his name. He must be a sex god. He's some kind of sex beast. But he's married, and so am I. But I don't even know who I'm married to. What my name even is. It doesn't matter so much as now I just want to enjoy that gorgeous creature as long as I get to keep him to myself.

Every once in a while, I'd go to the bathroom when I could and get a drink at the same time. There was such a lovely thick juice in here that I really gobbled it up. I'd never felt such pleasure, or at least I couldn't remember. Nothing bothered me at all. Oh, he was coming to see me again. I let the sheet fall over me, and I was all ready. This was some vampire sinking his teeth into my neck, but then I fell asleep. 

Damon came over to Mimi and wrapped himself around her. Mimi pressed against him, and Damon knew he had better act before he lost control again. Eventually, Damon got his teeth into Mimi's neck and tasted her blood. There was something metal in it. The teeth were processing Mimi's blood, and Damon bit into Mimi's velvet so that she would sleep for a moment. He could briefly examine where the metal had gotten into Mimi and who was behind it. He bit down on the strong velvet.

They would only have two weeks left. This had been a tough place to book. He hadn't found the perfect island yet that he would one day buy as his own, and then he wouldn't have to negotiate with some uptight bitch about the rental period.

Who the hell ruined their perfect fucking vacation? Should just fuckin' pay. He went to the fridge and started sniffing everything. Then he tasted Mimi's juice, and it was metallic. Tungsten. The teeth already knew that much and were making a binding agent. Damon did a bit of investigating and questioning around the island who was behind this. Tungsten was a favorite of one prick, and he knew who he was probably looking for. 

 He wasn't surprised when a familiar voice, filled with a hint of amusement, said, "Bravo, Salvatore, took you a moment there."

The sound of the voice echoed through the beach, intertwining with the faint scent of the lingering scent of blood. Nick's satisfaction was palpable as he reveled in his accomplishment. He had successfully poisoned Mimi during their intimate getaway, ensuring that Damon's plans for a passionate sex holiday were derailed. The thought of Damon, a notorious lover, being denied his pleasure, brought a sly smile to Nick's face.

Sarah, who had been under Nick's protection for decades, had confided in him about Damon's demanding nature. Damon had insisted on having the bungalow to himself for three weeks, solely dedicated to indulging in a passionate vacation with his wife. Although this island was typically frequented by wealthy and older individuals, Sarah had reluctantly agreed to Damon's request. She had casually mentioned this to Nick during their conversation, and he saw an opportunity to assert his dominance over Salvatore. She had told Nick how Salvatore had threatened her family and her.

Nick knew the power of wolfram, a potent weapon against werewolves and hybrids. He had taken precautions to ensure he was immune to its effects. However, Salvatore and Mimi were not as fortunate. Nick had sampled enough of Mimi's blood in the past to know that she was sensitive to its influence.

Damon seethed. Most of his time was spent dealing with the aftermath of Nick's disasters, anyway. This one didn't care what the consequences of his actions were. Nick was a strong, old creature and had no morals or concept of the greater good. And Mimi didn't see this. Nick only ever thought of himself and his own interests first. Sure, he could be very attractive if he wanted to, but that was just a disguise.

Damon cursed in his mind. Well, if, after this incident, Mimi would better understand what these Original brothers are actually made of. He felt his rage escalate again as he realized that this holiday was going to go down as hard as it possibly could. As he'd planned to get Mimi in the heat, maybe, and they'd be back in heat treatment, then somewhere that hadn't been sanctified yet. Never mind that at all.

Damon said dangerously, "Mimi will be fine, but I suspect she won't be terribly impressed with this spoiling of our holiday."

Nick looked at Damon for a moment, as if assessing whether that was even a decent opponent. He was pretty sure of his own power and didn't see Salvatore as a threat. He was that old, and confident, too arrogant about his position.

He said, his voice dripping with disdain, "What Mimi thinks of me is of no importance to me."

The words hung in the air, accompanied by the scent of tension. The room felt heavy with the weight of their conversation. "You see, Mimi is not our only surviving distant relative. There's a whole family," he continued.

The sound of his voice was sharp and cold. "I've met some of them already. I just showed you, Damon." Anger flickered in his eyes as he spoke. "Don't threaten those under my protection. I'm protecting my people."

Damon snarled in response, his voice laced with bitterness. "Oh, Sarah? What good is Sarah to you?" The words seemed to echo on the beach, filled with frustration.

"Oh, you're still looking for your mother's spell books. That's why you need a real estate agent." The scent of determination mixed with a faint whiff of desperation lingered in the air.

"It's just too bad, Nick. I'm already a few steps ahead of you on this one. You will not find those books and give them to Freya. You never will. And you won't get any spell-casting tools." His voice dripped with a sinister undertone. "I'll kill your little funs. Know which ones, so stop doing them."

Nick let out a weary sigh, his voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and defiance. "Never ever think, Salvatore, that you can beat me. Never. But fine. Spend the rest of your vacation. I'm going away."

The sound of resignation filled his words. "This was Salvatore warning. Remember how easily I got Mimi to stay with me for three days? She still trusts me completely. Enjoy the time you have together."

The beach felt tense, as if holding its breath. "Because this is a promise, Damon. You won't be together for long. As for my business, you can't stop me. If you or Mimi ever really attack me, then Mimi will be one of them. I promise you that."

The air grew heavy with a sense of impending doom. "Then how will you do it, Damon? Mimi is immortal. Then you couldn't kill everyone I've done."

Damon remained silent, his thoughts spinning with a mix of determination and protectiveness. The atmosphere seemed to grow colder, as if a chill had settled over them. He made a silent vow to himself that he would never let Mimi suffer that fate, or even be aware of the dark secrets he kept hidden. Damon watched Nick, his eyes filled with contempt, as the blond, tall vampire turned and walked away towards the airport where the plane was already waiting. Nick's footsteps were quiet as he walked along the beach, fading into the distance.

Damon returned to Mimi, to their bungalow, bitter and angry, with a decent headache that brought to need to drain his teeth into her neck. Damon's gaze shifted back to Mimi, a mix of love and worry etched on his face. He moved closer, his senses heightened, and sank his teeth into her neck. The taste of her blood flooded his senses, momentarily overwhelming him. As he drifted into a stupor, the room seemed to blur around him.

When Damon finally woke up, his head throbbed with a dull ache. He glanced at his phone and cursed under his breath. The realization hit him that their blissful holiday was ending. Damon hurriedly tied up loose ends, his movements fueled by a mix of urgency and frustration. Mimi would awaken soon and discover the truth. Their perfect sex holiday had been completely ruined, and he couldn't help but lay the blame on Nick.

Whatever the promise was that they wouldn't be together for very long, Damon didn't know and didn't even want to think about it. And the threat that Nick would make Mimi one of his machines. He would never let that happen.

 He wanted to spend time alone with Mimi, and the idea of returning to the pack wasn't ideal for him, but sometimes, you just have to face reality and go with the flow. Besides, he could feel his rage rising to the surface, and he was going to spread the word about what the bloody original had done now to the vampire lord. To him. Nick's reputation would take a hit from this.