26. Does Your Mother Know?

Oh, this gig was charming, not only because I got to jump around the globe completely randomly, but Mariella's fucking around in my head all the time increased my rage to such a level that I didn't care. And as usual, the more rage, the more confident and careless I was. But it went well.

Then, after a little over a month, the fucking stopped. It had been about six weeks or so. Oh, what a shame; now, what is pushing me forward in this gig when there is no quality fucking available all the time? Salvatores were pretty much out of my head, and I could keep my guard up as the boys didn't have time to destroy every fucking fear demon. 

All this was getting to me, but I concentrated on eating so damn much whenever I had free time. I had to make do, and while I was still in some sort of shape, I tried to maintain my fitness as much as possible. I always teleported to the club and then from there to the house, going through the portal rooms. Save time as much as possible by resting and eating. Now it was no time to drive around. This was all about maximizing my time as there could be also flea work or consultations to be done, medical ones even. I was very popular for some days.

I also took healing busters, tried to watch out for infections, and cut as many demon blades out of myself as I could. I didn't get them all and didn't take scans as I didn't want the pack to see. It would be better for them. Out of sight and out of mind. No need to see evidence of what I was doing. I would let them go on with their lives, and maybe when this was over, I could come back and have a good time in the pack. But work first.

Damon and Mariella fucked for two months, unpacking everything about the gig, their pathos, their conscience, and their feelings. They were lust creatures, and they knew their weaknesses and the need for sex. They hated to be weak. To need sex and leave Mimi to fend on her own. Damon and none of the salvatores were not in her mind. Just because they could not take it, it was too hard to feel the consequences of their need for sex.

Then, Damon was lying on the bed, focused, and gave the letter to Mariella.

After Damon had shown a letter to Mariella, who said, " I mean, wow, I couldn't have left if I felt like this. I just couldn't. So Mimi is a super being. I mean the emotion and what you said, wow. And we're just fucking here when this creature does what it has to do. This creature can't even stay here and take care of her children. And we took care of them and gave them away when we had to fuck."

Damon stroked his wife and said, "So I never knew that Mimi's feelings for me still ran so deep. I was sure that seven years had shaken them off. But am I worth it? Dare I take up the challenge? I don't know, I don't, darling, I don't even know what kind of gig Mimi has, where she is, or if she's up to more than just fighting. What kind of shape is she in at the end of the day? Are we even allowed to interfere with the gig? Have you asked from upstairs?"

Mariella said, " We can, I think, it's that free will thing again. That's always a strong word in these things."

Damon looked at his wife and said, " How about we take a shower, have a look at some food inside, and then see what the pack wants to do? "

Mariella stretched, and Damon looked lustfully at her and said, " Fine, not yet, then."

They went on for another month. They were still too weak. Not strong enough for her. Damon thought they would never be strong enough for her. He thought he had been stronger than he actually was and this had been such a hard blow to his ego.

To see how much stronger Mimi is. He felt like he could never be stronger than her. He just could not rise to the challenge of a strong pack leader, a strong, reliable alpha male. No, he was always a lust creature, a fucking machine first.

Mimi had been on the job for over four months, and Damon had finally got them to eat. The entire pack and everyone was silent. They concentrated on eating, and Damon took his time thinking.

What if they were a support team? They'd be on standby wherever Mimi moved, make sure she ate, and help with the wounds, at least for now. Then, however, their emotions gave way to their instincts. They could get involved too, but Damon wanted to see Mimi at the club first, to see what kind of shape she was in, and to see what opponents she had already faced.

Had she retreated into her shell for this time already? Would she trust him anymore? The entire pack was ready, and Mimosa had given the details of the gig. Mariella wondered how bloody confusing the gig was, jumping all over the place. Well, luckily, there were portal rooms and such; at least they would go house to house.

But then again, this was something new and different they hadn't done in a long time, going from house to house to help Mimi, to be involved. Mariella was already organizing what help she could for the gig, Magic house and witches would be quite busy soon and Damon had contacted Alaric. Alaric had told him a few minor facts like Mimi did missions if she had time and planned them while doing a world-saving gig.

One thing that was causing problems for the whole pack was that Mimi had two people as her bodyguards, even though the boys had been given a spell that they would never age, having strange men with Mimi to help was something that even Shadow was nervous about. It was a known fact that both had a huge crush on Mimi and she was a woman, well maybe not on the mission, but she was vulnerable. 

But when they heard the reason, the fear demons, Salvatore's rage surfaced, but Mariella wasn't about to fuck it in hiding now. Because that would be needed. Mimi would be in a very dangerous mood. She had been during the entire mission and there had been very few men capable of dealing with her. She was a full-on soulless killing machine. 

Mimi had the German clubs going. She had been in Germany for a week and a half, and there were still clubs with ten left; there had been a couple of extra clubs. She had been through ten very nasty clubs, doing a few other missions at the side and one thing that Damon and salvatores ensured was that there would not be any flea missions of this world-saving tour.

They were ready to go clubbing in the evening, and Mimi's little substance really turned Damon closer to Mimi. He was being her biological half again easily. But where Mimi had these substances, well, he could get them out of her, too. He wanted to know, and he ensured that he would know it.

Damon had kept his rage a little on display so that when he went to take Mimi after the fight, he would have an easier time controlling her rage. Because when he looked at her radar, she was going to need a little tending to, and there was a fucking pack of them ready to go to the clubs.

The boys, too, were so full of rage that it would do them good to get a bit of a reputation in the clubs and vent their rage at the same time. Oh, Mimi would be under control soon. They'd been in talks with Alaric for a couple of days, seeing who was going to which club to get them ready. The gig wouldn't take so long if they got things done at the same time. Alaric had told things about Mimi and her attitude, meaning few dared to oppose her.

Oh, these German clubs were fucked up then. I mean, it was all the rage here, these fucking duplicate demos or their hybrids. And always, the fucking multiplying ability came along. Well, I'll be fine when after the German clubs. Everything that comes after will be as easy as Satan; they are nice to manage and efficient to manage. Doesn't take as much hard work as this job.

Then, after tonight, I have to do another minor operation and remove the blades. I always remove them every few days. I would not use any drugs. My rage kept me operating and with it pain was nothing. My little operations are done in not too often. That way, I wouldn't strain my healing ability too much or cause an infection. Infection is one dreadful thing, and it was one thing that I tried to prevent. I prepared all the food so that when I came back from the club, I could eat. This time, I didn't have smoothies when I had meat.

I had one ungodly big wagyu roasting outside and would start that today. I went and cut a good chunk off it already on a tray, took the fat from the collection tin, and made myself a white sauce on top of the meat. Oh, that would be yummy—especially this crispy skin. I always had it in reserve for myself and enjoyed it so much. It was my treat. And a permitted one at that. I lived on fat and meat.

I showered and put my hair up. I still kept it red and long, but I always developed a hairstyle that you couldn't get a grip on. I put on my fighting clothes and reserved myself for half an hour, and then I walked to the gym when I teleported near it. The boys had been through the Halls, Sam, and Dean, but not all the fear demons were always believed, and I was able to keep my guard pretty much up.

That's why I booked the time to determine whether there were any fear demons. It was always a big plus if there weren't any, because then I could turn off my shields for a while, and they wouldn't drain my strength. Now I was ready and teleported on my way.

I walked at a good pace to the gym and opened my shields a bit. Nope, the fear demons are there and strong, so let's get the shields on properly and some more boost from the chaos and rage. Then it's good. I let out my rage freely as I went to the gym and then walked to the cages. My rage burned brightly in my mind, my inner beast enjoyed, and my killer instinct was all blown out. No soul, no remorse, only the need to kill.

This had been my purpose, originally when I was created and me to give in to my darkest part. It had taken time for me to accept this part of myself. Felt so damn liberating. I had not really shown this side to anyone, not even Rob or Jake, and definitely not Damon. I had accepted this fully in this gig, so this was so new and it felt good. Scary good.

I was all ready and enjoyed immensely, letting my rage run free when I didn't have to control myself all the time. Not at all. I watched the crowd, and yes, eight naughty Sarks were spotted. I messaged Magnum about them, and he replied he was in the middle of a gig. It's okay. 

If I want, I can finish those, too, when I get this place done. It wouldn't be the first time. I have killed an enormous bunch of naughty Sarks in more than one country if they came to the club and no one was free. I entered the cage when I had time and lazily strolled until the first opponent came along.

This was easy. Ordinary elemental, well, I'll beat it easily. My inner killer was amused. I got down to business. Some I killed quicker than others, and some, like, then came another replication demon. They required a lot more work and were very much more difficult. They got hit by me, too, but that's okay.

Let the rage burn, tear them all apart, and remember which one is the real one. I always try to mark it with a wound or something, so I know who I'm trying to kill as best I can. It's just not that easy when every attack, this one makes a new one that attacks me, and then you have to fight them and try to destroy the original one. But with my beastly attitude, nothing is too much. I was small, nimble, and fast, so not an easy target, and the cage was not overly big, so it was soon quite crowded. I had my work cut out for myself.

There would be no other problem, but when these are so long, tall, almost always over two meters, and the heart is in the chest, but that I am then to take it out of there, to get my hand through properly, so it is quite another story. I'd have to fucking climb up that guy and get the strength to get my hand through his heart. But then you always chop it up from somewhere else. These had not-so-good healing abilities so their legs were excellent targets, not so easy to come after me when their legs were broken and it was easier to access their hearts.

Damon, Mariella and the rest of the pack sat in the shadows, but close enough that they could see with painful clarity every fight, every opponent. And when this six-foot-two guy came along, which none of them had seen before, and went into the cage. Damon and others could see that Mimi was in a mood that they had never witnessed. She was truly given in her darkest part and it was at the same time alluring, and scary.

Even Mariella admitted she was conflicted about whether to be scared or to try to seduce that creature. She was impressive. Damon sighed in his mind. Yet another part of Mimi had been revealed, the part that she had denied for decades. Well, he would help her accept and control that part. It would be quite a wild ride in bed if he could lure that goddess into play with him.

Well, Mimi charged in and really hit it hard. The creature was multiplied. With every blow that Mimi gave, the creature multiplied, and it was horrible to watch as these monsters were almost all over the cage, Mimi in the middle there, and every punch, blow, and hit on Mimi could be heard, and Damon could almost feel them in his body. He wanted to help and protect her, but same time, he admired her too.

Mariella sensed how badly Damon wanted to rush in there, destroy them all, and save Mimi. Instead, they had to watch as Mimi finally got the original killed, and all the doubles disappeared right away. It was the last fighter of the night, and Damon had felt how many fucking fear demons and strong there are here.

Then, when the Magnum had informed him further that there was a pack of naughty sarks and the lady might shoot after them, Damon sighed and got Constantine and Dresden to take them out from under there. Mariella and the boys would go on a fear demon hunt when he went to take over that wildcat, and with that rage, it was no straightforward task. He would have to face the queen of the darkness more or less, but he was in quite a dark mood himself, too. The king of darkness had come to take his queen.