1. When All Is Said And Done.

As I got up in the morning from a still-warm bed, after Charles had already left to do his morning chores, I was both excited and a little worried. I was excited because it would be the opening of my hospital. My hospital. Well, it would be Mimi Salvatore's hospital. Now I had two other surnames, but it was easier this way. Charles had assured me that neither he nor Adam minded. Charles had taken care of everything that had to do with building and staffing the hospital. We had already been on a private tour, and today would be the Grand Opening.

My life was far from dull. I sometimes hoped it would be a little less exciting or dangerous but I had no say in so many things that happened around me, so I just had to go with the flow so to speak, and take it all whatever life threw at me, and it did throw me a lot. 

The thing that always bothered me nowadays was Damon. His behavior had become increasingly difficult to predict in the last couple of years. The shed sessions had escalated and gotten rougher, and he was always finding reasons to take me to the shed. Or beat me up in the gym. It seemed that I had spent a considerable amount of the last five years, or so, recovering from his treatments. And still, I couldn't let go. Charles and Adam had now got me addicted to their pheromones, and that was another thing that was nagging at Damon.

Mirella was one thing too and since my vampire advisor had gotten her life to herself fully she had decided to go after Damon. Damon being what he was, did not like that women were too pushy and tried to take him. Mirella was as pushy as she could. she had been sterilized, meaning no heat for her but she was part of Mimosa's heat usually and tried to lure Damon to treat it so she could have him to herself. She had been months in Colin's treatment but I did not see much of a difference. 

Damon and I could go well and for quite a long time, many months, but then again, just when I was starting to relax. It was either a shed session, or he would trick me into going to the gym, only to drug and abuse me. Though we had not gone to the Azores in years, we had not had very long ducking marathons anymore and after my last heat, he had just gone to be with one of his girlfriends who was working for Sark so I guess she was not so real. She had also shot me with drugged shotgun pellets and it had taken quite extraordinary treatment to get me well. 

He was able to talk Bran, Samuel a couple of times even Adam and Charles into siding with him against me, to get him to give me whatever, being in the cage, medication supposedly as punishment for something I hadn't done. He had more than once almost killed me with these antics. Colin had done quite a feat to pull me through after one of his treatments left me with two straps and those had been weak.

But I had Adam and Charles, they had been crucial in my recovery. gone were good old times when Damon regretted and fixed me by himself, as he did not want to, not after these sessions, and that pleasure that he got from torturing me, felt so wrong that I had allergize myself a few times to him, of course, he had come to senses when this had been discovered and it had shocked him to run away from me. 

Now the last thing was this argument on the phone, so I was hoping he would relax a bit and calm down and not be the most jealous husband in the world here at the opening. I knew that my impending heat was going to get my attention with Adam and Charles, but if Damon could find a suitable little pussy here to have a little fun with.

That is if he even came to this opening. He was jealous also because Charles had made my dreams come true, my visions of the hospital and center of studies, and everything else that I had wanted to do since I was filthy rich and got richer all the time, so money was no object. Charles, being the financial genius, had invested quite a lot of money, making me get more money.

Most of my money had come through my organization, from bank accounts of evil medical facilities, and I had no trouble using that money. Of course, my being one of the snipers, or the best sniper in the world, brought a good chunk of money too. Charles had taken over my finances and kept me quite strictly under control, meaning he would know if I made sniping jobs, got money from those. He controlled all of my assets and protected them from Damon because he had the habit of getting fortune seekers around him and they would try to tap into my accounts.

Then there was this little thing that Damon did to me, meaning he tortured me almost without straps. Getting me in very bad shape, thin as a skeleton, sick, spent and it brought him so much pleasure to get me in that shape, just for his own pleasure, and fun. He always had allegedly some sort of medical experiment going on all the time and he would dictate his findings and type a lot of stuff on a laptop but I did not think that it would be an actual experiment but just one little thing making that shed session even more creepier and horrible. To get me wondering what he is doing to me, and why. 

We have the life force or soul, whatever is attached to us by straps. You can have 200-800 straps, and when you get in bad shape, the straps start to break. Now Damon's record with me, I think, is 2 or 3 straps. Colin has been outdone a couple of times to keep me alive. And those straps had been weak.

Usually when my straps are starting to break they are fickle, so I am in so bad shape that I can't take much treatment-wise at first, not until Colin's leprechaun drops stabilized my straps at that point they could do something to me. Last time it was two straps and only with Charles coming next to me and holding me, made my straps better in that point, I could be operated on.

Damon had made an energy umbrella in case he took me too far, meaning I would lose all of my straps so in that case, my soul would end up in someone's mind, either Charles or Adam's probably. 

Charles and Adam had been talking to me for a while that I should think of Damon as a Boytoy, just use now and then as a heat treatment or sex toy and nothing more. The idea slowly sunk into my head. Assault after the assault began to make some sense to me. And I was maybe slowly starting to accept that I needed to let go. it was time to move on and face the truth. 

Then after things like that, when I started to get myself a direction where to go, I might get heat, and the only carer was Damon. And he never hurt during the heat. He knew how to handle the heat, and in that bed, we were rolling around in, lying sweaty next to each other or on top of each other, he could suddenly look me straight in the eye and beg. "Don't give up on us, Baby, please. I know I've done terrible things, and I can't promise I'll never do it again. I can't help it, but if you give up, I feel like some darkness inside me will take over too much."

Then, after such a confession, try letting go. But he hadn't been treating my medical problems for some time now, he wasn't interested in being a doctor. Even though he had caused them for me, now he no longer wanted to fix them. Adam and Charles, and Samuel and Colin had now been the ones who always got me out of everything. At one time Damon had convinced me that this darkness inside him, a volcano was actually a different creature inside him.

It was called Damien and he had gotten me with this shock free from a very powerful demon. But then over the years, he confessed that there is no different creature inside him because he does remember good and bad too, and this bad side of him, remembered our good times too. so there was no hope of getting him free from this side.

He was an ancient being, having been through a lot of shit, he had been abused by women for decades and over centuries as he had gotten stronger, this side of him, I guess born out of hate and bitterness, got stronger until he had M.O to hurt to those who he loved the most. That being now me. 

I was sitting at breakfast and eating, as Charles had left to make sure of last things, but he would be here back. To help me get ready and put me in order. Charles was almost as old as Damon and he was so different, even though he had been through shit, too. But he had been only ever born as a werewolf. He was not a vampire as Damon had been, so maybe there was a difference, too. He was nowadays a hybrid, vampire werewolf, just like me and Adam and Damon, too. 

I hoped the opening would go well, Damon would behave, and everything would go as it should. I got my meal done; I drank enough coffee and ate my belly quite full. No gastro implant was yet ready. Still, not enough screws to make them. Besides, Damon had not been interested in building a better model with Colin, even Colin had a few ideas, but since Damon knew my physiology best, his input would be crucial. He just was not interested in making a new implant for me, so I could feel when I needed to eat.

Charles had suggested that they put the implant somewhere else, not in my stomach as it is a very vulnerable place, but somewhere where shock from that implant would alert me when my blood sugar was about to drop. Colin had told him that would be one option, but me being what I am, I could easily override that by eating something sweet in that spot.

Gastro implant had been best because my blood sugar would not rise fast enough, but pain or sensation in my stomach would be persistent enough for me to eat. I had tried to eat sweet when the gastro implant had shocked me, but soon it gave me more shocks as that sugar did not stay up. So it was a nasty enough sensation that I went to eat. Implant would have to be put in some other organ in order to make me eat and it was not just a very feasible option as those were as vulnerable places too. 

I collected my dishes, put them in the washer and then went to shower. The opening would be quite early on and there would be a party of several hours, almost all the way to the evening. This would be in two places again, one part of being in hospital, and after party in another place then. Because this was quite a spectacle, TV stations, and celebrities were coming, and few of them wanted to be patrons of our hospital, so I had to look good too. Now was not the time to look too meek and weak, but this hospital carried my name, so it would be up to me to look part. 

My dress was a fuchsia silk dress with a wide neck opening and a generous slit that reached almost to my hip. A bit of a fussy dress, perhaps, but I decided to wear a lace jacket for the day. It did not have much sleeves; it clung to my body like a second skin and it was designed dress. My lace jacket was pure white, it was silk too, and it just gave little formality to my very fancy gown this morning part of the opening.

The neck was deep but not cheap looking and I had just simple pearls to put on. I thought to put on my rose quartz bracelet that Damon had made for me. It had 24 rose quartz stones, and he had gotten them all himself to me and made that bracelet for me, so it was not bought, I knew he was good at making jewelry too, he had made all of my wedding rings himself too. 

Then in the evening, I could take a lace jacket off if I wanted to. I had high heels too reserved. I stepped out of of shower and wrapped the towel around me. I wrapped a microfiber towel in my hair to get it dry as fast as possible too. My hair was blonde and reached halfway down my back. I heard the door being opened and I knew Charles would be in shortly to do my hair and make-up. 

My underwear was just lace panties, and I slipped on a dress. It fitted my body well and left little guesswork about my shape. I was quite a good shape, meaning I was skinny as usual, but I had some sort of feminine shape in my body, not much of it but enough to look good enough. The slit was gorgeous. I slipped on a pair of high heels in the same color as the dress. And I sat down at the dressing table to wait for Charles.

I wasn't even sure if Damon was coming to the party. Again, he hadn't been in the house for a few weeks. I could feel my impending heat all the time, and it would be good if Salvatore didn't notice it right away. Damon and I had a wonderful time last time, no big deal, but now at a couple of openings, he's taken me to the shed, and I didn't think the smell of the heat would help that at all.

He had sometimes crazy ideas of getting me pregnant and he had done something to me last time when I had feline heat so I would not get feline heat in a decade or so. And for other heats as well, he had done something that he hid from his evil side. He had not told me exactly what he had done, since he had drugged me and left. 

I was hoping that Charles and Adam would come and take care of my heat. Bran and Samuel usually took care of Mimosa's heat, and Mimosa, for some reason, always tried to get hot at the same time as me, even though she'd run out of her last heat a month ago. Mimosa was a real lust queen, and I was not sure why she had so many heats, but then again, not everything was for me to know or even to understand. 

I didn't feel horny enough to hit today, but give it a week or two, and it might be different. Admittedly, my heat was fickle. It often had to be turned on by pushing at certain points, and even then, it could go into knots. I'd already had one case of uterine infection. And it had not been normal since Bran had years ago raped me with a bunch of other wolves and gotten me several miscarriages, but it was just as it was. My body reacted strongly and for a long time. I was not sure if I even got normal heat again.