8. Maria Madgalena.

I sat in the blood room, surrounded by dark cabinets that exuded an eerie aura. The dim light cast haunting shadows across the space, amplifying the atmosphere. Nestled in a plush, comfortable chair, my vampire side was fully on display. Luxurious rugs adorned the floor, offering a semblance of softness amidst the foreboding ambiance—every cabinet, filled to the brim, held bags of blood from various malevolent supernatural creatures.

Clad in a black lace dress, its seductive allure stressed by the contrast of my long black poison nails, white hair, blood-red lips, and pitch-black eyes, I indulged in the crimson elixir. At this moment, I craved nothing but the taste of blood, desiring to escape from all thoughts and worries.

Suddenly, the blood room door creaked open, breaking the silence. Unaffected by fear, Adam strode in and sat in another chair. His gaze lingered on me, his eyes filled with understanding.

"Mimosa told me everything," he said. "I can't believe how foolish Salvatore can be, honey. You are far superior and more flawless than any other woman. Believe it."

I turned towards Adam, my voice dripping with seduction, its low timbre irresistible. My eyes, mere pools of endless darkness, failed to meet his.

"Salvatore cannot see it that way," I confessed. "He even promised to take Katy and Riley to another concert, ensuring they had a delightful time together. It's clear that he no longer wishes to share such moments with me. I am merely an unruly freak he feels compelled to rescue from Australia."

Adam growled, his eyes flickering with a fiery yellow hue. "You know what, my love?" he snarled. "I will restrain myself, but just barely. I long to rise from this chair, seize that knife, slice that dress from your body, and claim you right here on the floor. It is time I show you how I will discipline you."

Adam's voice was a deep, raspy whisper, sending shivers down my spine. It seemed that as I had saturated pretty much this room with my vampire pheromones it drove this specimen pretty darn wild and he was not going to be gentle. I could see that from his expression.

I raised my eyebrow, intrigued by his seductive tone, and offered, "I have a fully decorated master bedroom, if you're interested."

In response, Adam emitted a low, primal growl as he sat up, his hand closing around mine with a firm grip. Suddenly, he slammed me against the wall, my face pressed against the cool surface. The force of the impact made my heart race.

With my hands restrained behind my back, Adam took control. He wielded a pair of handcuffs, trussing them around my wrists. It felt both exhilarating and unnerving, as if Damon's earlier trick had granted Adam permission to unleash his dominance upon me. Adam, the alpha, now had complete control over me.

Next, he took a knife and deftly cut through the fabric of my dress, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. The sharp edges brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, Adam sank his teeth into my flesh, biting down hard and savagely. A mix of pain and pleasure coursed through me as he tasted the metallic tang of blood between my neck and shoulder. It intensely reinforced his claim, marking me as his own.

Leading me, naked and bound, into the master bedroom, Adam secured me to the bed. As he slowly undressed himself, I was captivated by the sight before me. The play of light and shadow danced across his sculpted body, igniting a primal desire within me. Lost in the moment, I failed to notice when my vampire side retreated, overshadowed by the raw magnetism of the scene unfolding before me.

 He pressed me against the bed, thrust hard and thick inside me, and took me completely. He marked and nibbled and bit. He took me, fucked me clean across and into a stack. We consecrated that master bedroom pretty damn efficiently. Adam kept me tied up for hours as he worshipped my body and made me scream with pleasure.

Then, when we were totally satisfied, we showered and sanctified the shower, and then we got dressed. Adam cooked me some food, and we drove off to Chicago. I was a very naughty girl in the car, and I made Adam make wonderful hot grunts. We didn't talk. Now we acted.

When we finally got to Chicago, Adam carried me like a caveman on his shoulder to my downstairs bedroom and stripped me of my clothes, dominated, and fucked me there, too. I just discovered how arousing it is to be tied up, helpless to be taken, and oh fuck, Adam knew how to be skillful with me.

He also noticed that I didn't want to sleep. But I was good at avoiding sleep time and always found something else to do, so Adam was in a different mood. If I'm not good enough for Damon, and he clearly doesn't want to be with me, Adam has no problem with that.

Adam was talking to me in his low, sexy tone. "Honey, yes, you are lovely then; I should have gone to Australia with you; it's time you felt like a woman again, loved, and oh fuck, I love you. Do you know I've actually been to quite a lot of doctor's training and stuff? Soon, you'll have one more doctor. And this doctor is going to examine your body very carefully,"

I gasped in excitement, as Adam's voice was so perfect. His bravado was really clever. I couldn't help it as my pussy moistened even more when I heard the clink of handcuffs; I knew what was coming. He turned me over on my stomach, tied my hands behind my back, and then went to sit himself. He then lifted me onto his lap so that my legs were straight on either side of his, and I couldn't do anything as he plunged his cock deep into my cunt as pulled me from my hips into his lap.

I felt so fucking full, and my pussy was about to burn as Adam's cock was so huge. Still, he guided me from the hips, fucked me from below too, and kissed, biting my breasts, my body so that I was covered in bites.

Then I came hard; there was no mercy as he fucked me through the orgasm; only when he himself started panting by then was the pace already very intense that I knew what to do next.

When he exploded inside me and swelled up, stayed stuck, he pressed my head against his neck and growled, " Little bitch, start eating. And you know how to do it."

The little bitch then sank her teeth into Adam's neck and started to eat. Naughtily and slow, so that Adam just about roared with pleasure as he flooded inside. We panted in each other's arms for quite a while. But soon, Adam released the handcuffs. He rolled me onto my back and came on top of me, and we continued.

Adam needed to be in control, to show his power, and to use his strength. I realized later that even though he has sex with humans; be careful with them. Humans are fragile creatures, and to release yourself through sex with a human is something that is not possible. I needed to be taken roughly and hard, someone to show me they were more powerful than me and all I could do was surrender to the pleasure. 

I didn't think about Damon's motives. It made little sense because maybe Damon felt I was so broken. He broke me; everything I was going through broke me so completely. Maybe he found how weird I am in my head, and maybe it's just because I'm the chaos. Those were humans with him, not vampires. 

These things are very hard to fix, and maybe they don't even get fixed. I'm not supposed to have anything permanent or anything safe with Damon. I just get shown it, and then the rug is pulled out from under me. It had been a long time since we'd had any real time alone together, and that was sometimes even long before the nesting.

Adam taught me I deserve to be loved. I'm important, too, and I'm not a freak; I'm not just a patient to be lectured and taught. He taught me I was a woman and would treat me as a woman. It is ironic about how the roles have changed. Now, Damon sees me as someone to take care of, while Adam sees me as a woman with needs and wants to be wanted.

This is my life, and I have had wonderful moments with Adam again. But Adam had an impressive look on his face when I told him about Mimosa's tongue and what the three of us were doing in the new mansion in New Jersey.

For some reason, when we gave Adam a little demonstration with Mimosa on the subject, he couldn't take it and took turns taking us both really hard and many times. Mirella did not come out, no matter how Adam tempted her. She knew what a beast Adam could be in bed.

Poor Mimosa got a damn wonderful ride with Adam, and so I went to shower and eat while our alpha took Mimosa. Poor Mimosa jumped when I returned, fucked to the hilt, to rest my mind, and I continued my pleasure with Adam. 

As I made my way to the kitchen to prepare the morning coffee, the aroma of freshly brewed beans filled the air, mingling with the lingering chill of winter. Clad in an Adam's shirt and a delicate, gauzy dressing gown to ward off the cold, I felt a renewed sense of humanity after our three-week stay in Chicago. We had recently spent four days in New Jersey, accumulating nearly a month's worth of experiences. During this time, I discovered the healing power of raw sex.

Entering the kitchen, my eyes met Damon's gaze as he stood in the doorway. His presence suggested that he could sense my activities before I had showered.

"Mimi, let me explain," he began, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I understand you saw me at the shop with those girls, but it meant nothing to me. They're just passing distractions, mere moments of pleasure."

At that moment, a surge of anger bubbled within me, threatening to overflow. I halted in my tracks, allowing my emotions to manifest themselves fully. Damon straightened his posture, his brow furrowing as if he couldn't comprehend my reaction. The time for deceit had ended.

My newfound rage, fueled by my unwavering determination, surfaced. It transformed me in an instant. My once-dark hair turned an ethereal shade of white, contrasting against the backdrop of a seductive black lace dress. My nails grew long and menacing, coated in a venomous black hue. Jet-black eyes pierced through the room while blood-red lips stressed my pale, supernaturally glowing skin. The harsh kitchen light illuminated my transformed appearance, casting an otherworldly glow upon me.

As I basked in this newfound power, I concealed my alluring pheromones while exuding the stench of my unleashed fury. Adam had once described my rage as having a distinct scent - that of an impending thunderstorm. And now, it permeated the air, serving as a warning to those who dared to cross me.

In a dimly lit room, I uttered in a menacing tone, my voice dripping with darkness, "Damon, don't dare stand before me and continue with your lies. Those were humans, your girls. It's clear that I am shattered, and you can't bear to be by my side. Fine, then, say it aloud. Adam has no qualms about being with me. He desires me, loves me."

The scent of bitterness hung in the air as I continued, "Yes, Damon, I saw you - every step of the way through the store. I could smell it, hear it. I concealed myself with pack magic, torturing myself for so long that I convinced myself you no longer wanted me. Those women weren't just meaningless flings; they were your girlfriends. They weren't mere sustenance because you didn't thirst for blood - there were no traces. No wonder your phone and wallet keep getting left behind. You didn't even wear your ring."

With a raised hand, my black poison-coated nails glistened ominously. Damon could catch a whiff of the sharp scent of my toxic nails.

My voice took on a throaty purr, laced with danger, the voice of a vampire ready to strike. "Look at this, Damon. This signifies our marriage. But it seems like our union is merely a facade. It's just a means for you to control me. So, when can I expect the divorce, Damon? When will one of your sweethearts, as you so affectionately call them, demand your hand in marriage? Or do they not know that you are already taken? I don't want to hear any explanations or lies. I am sick and tired of it all. You've never cooked me a romantic meal, never taken me to a single concert. Whenever I'm with Adam, you try to make me feel guilty, while you enjoy healthy relationships with several women. Human women. You talk to them, spend time with them, cook for them, take them to concerts - you're the perfect boyfriend. Well, I'm going to Adam now. He sees me as a woman, a being with desires, someone who longs to be loved, not just a burden, not just a patient. Did you even know that, Damon? How could you, when you're never there with me? I haven't slept, not since I woke up after your treatment. I am shattered. The darkness and nightmares terrify me, and I don't even want to think about them. I don't even find solace in Adam's lap. But maybe you've noticed since you're such a powerful telepath. Maybe that's why you sought solace in other women. So, go ahead, be with them."

My voice remained composed, never rising above a low, gravelly purr, yet it carried a dangerous, almost snarling edge. I turned around and walked straight into Adam's arms. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow that accentuated the tension in the air.

Adam had come when he sensed my stress, his presence a comforting weight against my trembling body. He'd seen me in vampire form, his unwavering gaze a testament to his acceptance. Now, I had no desire to listen to any fucking stupid explanations. Adam took me in his arms; his touch was soothing, his fingertips tracing gentle patterns on my skin. He did not scare my vampire side, not at all.

We walked back to my bedroom; the door closing with a soft click, shutting out the world beyond. He laid me down on the bed; the sheets cool against my feverish skin, and he joined me, enveloping me completely. His voice was a soothing melody, the sound washing over me like a gentle caress until my vampire side receded and I could finally speak.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, stinging my eyes, as I looked at Adam, pouring my heartache out at him. "Why does it have to hurt so much? Why can't it just be a broken heart? Why do I have to witness such things and know the harsh truth? It's true, ignorance is bliss."

Adam remained silent, his embrace a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions. He continued to hold me and stroke me, his touch a balm to my wounded soul. Gradually, he purred, a low rumble reverberating through his chest and resonating with my racing heartbeat. Slowly, my agitation subsided, but sleep eluded me.

Adam understood, his intuition guiding him. He rarely forced anything upon me, instead offering gentle nudges toward the right path. In the distance, the sound of a car engine faded away as Damon left for his girlfriend's place.

"Let's go," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "He's probably filling them up and purring to them."

Adam drifted off to sleep, his presence a comforting weight against me. I, however, broke free from his embrace. Emotion locked away, rage simmering beneath the surface. I yearned to release it. It was time to head to fight clubs and gigs, and with Adam by my side, I knew I would find solace in the chaos.