35. Fairytale Gone Bad.

After my tour of putting up a few wings fully ready, I ended up at the New Jersey mansion to continue the fleas, and there's a really good gym to practice in. Now I could focus on work and put myself best possible shape so I would be ready to go on gigs whenever I wanted to. This would be so freaking fun to do. The gym here is huge, and it is done with the help of Magnum, who is an expert on this stuff he had made quite a few programs for me to do and also different machines that were almost as good opponents as live ones and these machines were durable, even for me, and they could give me decent workout too.

I have a running mat, a demanding one, and you can convert it. It could make you run half the speed of a vampire, which meant quite damn fast and there were also monitored devices for pulse and breathing, so you could see that exercise was hard enough. Magnum had set limits on these too, so I knew what my pulse and, my breathing were for me to have a good workout which would raise my fitness, speed, stamina, and everything else. 

You get a damn good workout when you need it. The second hall was the fighting hall, and you could punch and kick. I had a plate on the wall where the sensor would tell me how strong my kick had been if I kicked it. Magnum installed these, often used when I needed to get in shape. I thought I'd do a bit of training at the gym and then work out in between. Again, there were goals that I needed to meet when I was in good health and fitness, so these enabled me to know what to do in order to make myself even better. 

Magnum had given me a guide, a written guide, just like Damon had given a guide for my nutrition, so I had now book about my fitness and recovery too. So if I noticed that my jump kick would not yield the force that it normally would, there was an exercise program, a few moves that I needed to do a few days, then test again, until that kick was where it should be.

Of course, that was if I wanted to be in the best shape. And Magnum was also so damn good at motivating me to be best shape just by reminding me by passing that I can never know when the next world-saving tour is gonna happen and it would be hard for me to get in shape in the midst of it, so it would pay off me to upkeep some sort of shape even it would be sometimes dull to be hours on in gym in order to get few kicks even stronger. 

It was rewarding to see the results of my hard work and sometimes it was very good to know where I was lacking. In that guide, there was quite a lot of information regarding what fight clubs would require out of me. Meaning that he had graded my fitness into levels and was quite bluntly told that if my fitness was not up to a certain level, there would be repercussions in the fight club. 

Those would be excessive use of rage, which would lead to me being sloppy and careless, getting way more injuries than I should have, and on a world-saving tour. Getting banged up when you should not is not ideal overall for the tour. Because I needed to be in the best possible shape, I could not rely on others because there could be some problem in some way that would prevent backups like Magnum from getting to me, so I would be alone. 

I'd been here a week when Damon came into the house on his own. I had gotten my fitness a little bit better, but there was still work to be done and quite a lot, too. I was actually surprised, and I had not even told Damon ever about my guide and I thought that he might be interested in it, look it up and see if there was something that he wanted to change.

He said, " Hey baby, you ran away somewhere. I thought I'd come and watch in case you got the heat on you since I hear you need a cat. Sorry, I was not in the house when you had your heat and it led to that infection. I was busy with the gig."

I said, " Yeah, that was the line. Those genes came back. But I'm not feeling lustful yet. I'm going out for a day of gym practice. I have actually magnum made a guide for my fitness and exercise. I was wondering if you want to go through it sometime. I have quite a lot to get better at. I am not in my best shape, not nearly. "

Damon looked at me for a moment. I could smell passionfruit as he said, " Fine, you just got yourself a partner in a fight. Bring it on, baby, and show me what you got. Let's see later if I look up that guide. "

Fine, our husband just more or less challenged us.

Damon had an idea of seduction, stripping Mimi and fuck her into bits, maybe getting that heat on, but Damien was so much stronger now and he started to manipulate Damon. Whispering in his mind, how he was not in the house but fuck other women, how he just lied to Mimi's face about that.

How he could not heal her and she had had just two straps and how Charles and Adam had literally saved her by keeping her in their arms. Damon started to feel again bitter self-hate rising. It weakened him and soon he had no idea that once again, Damien had taken over and he would again ruin their relationship even more. 

Damien had just seen and heard from Mimi herself that she was not best possible shape, so she was the victim. This would be fun and this time he would not bother with his medical experiment or even shed. He would just beat her to a pulp and enjoy himself. To see a fight club champ like Mimi, broken, defeated, lying at his feet, would be so wonderful and it would again weaken love for these two.

Damien had now gotten so much stronger that he did not want to even think about his backup plans, but he wanted to kill Damon. Or at least weaken him so much so he could take over his body permanently, and then his life would begin. He might kill Damon, or absorb him, not sure yet, but he would need to find books from their parents. 

He knew that Damon had some of them, but one man had more, Reddington, and he would use Mimi to get those books. He was sure that in one or more books there would be spells or rituals which would unleash their magic powers. As they were sons of black witch and black wizard, they were wizard and sorcerer. Damon is a wizard and him being an evil sorcerer. He wanted to have his powers and Damon's, too. As Damon could not get out, he would have his magic and he could tap into that, too.

This was gonna be so much fun. Damien had not really thought of how he could utilize best Adam and Charles but he was confident that he would control those two too and get himself as pack leader too. Meaning so much. And life would be so much fun for him. Maybe he could learn to feel something for Mimi, other than these feelings. 

I went to change into proper fighting clothes and went to the gym. I was not in my best shape, but was ready to be unpredictable, beat my husband slightly and maybe we might get in other gear from this too. He had that glint in his gaze and that slightly sweeter smell of passionfruit told me about his little backup plan, too. He had now just a tee shirt and loose pants on him. As he came to the mat to fight with me. We started fighting and pretty soon; I realized this was not in seduction mode. Not anymore. Something had changed, and I was fucked up, also quite damn worried that this would happen so freaking fast too, and out of the blue, almost.

Damon looked at me like a piece of meat, and I started to smell a wet dog. But I was now not sedated or threatened in any way. There was no need to behave now, and I let my rage come out. And I attacked. Damon took my attack and blocked every single one of my blows, but he didn't have time to do anything but block. He did not have time to deliver even one punch, and I knew I had the endurance to do this for quite a while. Maybe he would get sloppy in some time too, but I knew how to play dirty too. Time to up the stakes.

Time to deploy our new secret weapon and give Salvatore a dose of poison. I just made a poison that would work on him, not sure how well, but enough to be felt. I attacked again, and given the chance, I knew the dose of poison was ready, and I sank my teeth right into Damon's neck and bit down. And I broke away to a suitable distance to see what would happen.

I said lowly, snarling, "I guess it's not so nice when the victim refuses to be the victim all the time, is it, Salvatore? Get yourself in order, or the next dose will come soon. Now, I'm not going to watch that behavior anymore. I've already told you, don't fucking give in to that bullshit. Fight the devil. You can better than this."

Damon gasped for a while. His face was flushed, and he had trouble breathing. He panted heavily, leaned to his thighs, and then started to get his breathing right. The flushing from the poison started to subside, and Damon looked at me murderously.

His voice was an angry hiss. "Poison, baby, really. You begged for it. Then don't complain. I've said many times that it's up to you how I treat you, but you asked for it."

He attacked me with lightning speed, bit my shoulder, and then retreated. Fine, let's play a biting game. My Turn. I stood still, and I knew that was a strong anesthetic, but my rage punched through it. I thought of all the desperate things in my mind and faltered a little. Let him think that he had won, actually. A little ruse is always good. 

Damon came closer and said, " Go ahead, baby, don't fight it. You can't fight that. "

He was ready to act. I was waiting for him to come a little closer while playing innocent victim. My fangs were so freaking ready.

Again he came closer, and I lightning-fast struck him with another poison in the neck and said, "Rage, Salvatore, rage. When it is so well turned on, few drugs that work. Sedatives and tranqs aren't those. "

I let my rage now be an almost visible aura surrounding me

I watched Damon's neck turn all grey, and he cursed fiercely. I knew I couldn't kill him, but he could feel this, and for good, too. I had modified this poison after what holy water did to vampires and for my poisons to work, I usually thought about what I wanted them to do and they worked in that fashion. So this little poison felt like a good dose of holy water in your veins.

Finally, he straightened up. It took several minutes as he painedly gasped. I had hoped that this would shake him to his senses and let him get a grip on that side, but no.

He looked at me, and said, " Oh Mimi, you can do it, but let's play then"

He attacked me, and I dodged. I didn't take his bites, but he grabbed my head and twisted once, snapping my neck. I blacked out right away. I woke up in the same place, and Damon was crouched next to me. Wet dog stank and I could feel grease from his fingers on my skin. 

He said, "Let's get some compensation. Time to play fair, or not so-fair. But this was your choice, you bloody poison snake. Your rage is now hidden, you can't access it, and I've shot you with 16 implants. I'm not telling you what they are and now we're going to fight, baby. Look, I have here the remote. All you have to do is beat me, and you're done. Then you can go to Samuel or wherever, and he'll remove the implants."

I stood up, and Damon walked a little way away and said, " Oops, I just activated one implant. Let's see which one."

We started fighting, and without my rage, I wasn't resistant because he was activating implant after implant and most of them had been various sedatives and muscle relaxants. Damon did give me a piece of his mind and beat and kicked me mercilessly.

His hits were merciless and his enjoyment got stronger every time he hit me or activated an implant. This was again fast forward to shed session done in the gym and I tried my best, but I was pretty soon beaten to that point. I was pretty soon lying on the ground, trying to curl up and protect myself.

He kicked me in my stomach and back, and stomped on my body several times, making sure my bones were properly crushed. I did heal, but as he didn't give me much time to heal properly, he fired all the implants within an hour and continued to abuse me. And I got severe internal injuries as well. 

When I was just laying, not able to move, and he had beaten me to a pulp, was sweaty and happy himself, he went to take a shower, and came back, now wearing jeans, a tee shirt, and his leather jacket. And then again, he dragged me to the medbay and had me gelled. Thick, orange sedative jelly straight into my abdomen with a permanent drip and he rubbed and put heat wraps on to make sure the drug was completely on.

Some implant was blocking my healing, and Damon could come up to me and take my wrist and break it. And leave it in the wrong position. I hated my state of being and I was unable to pass out, only to suffer and be so freaking helpless, unable to speak soon. He made sure that my ribs were in pieces and I could not breathe properly. Then he CPAP mask on me, which made me panic quite badly. It blew air into my lungs, not letting me breathe out properly.

He said, "Like I said, baby. You begged for it. You fucking poisoner. You're fucking crazy. You still think you're poisoning me. What is it, baby? Is it pheromone deficiency already? Oh, boy, addicted to those two pheromones, and you never even looked for them from me. Oh fuck, Mimi, you know how to piss me off so fucking much that I can't do a fucking thing about it. You fucking know what I am and what I'm like, and then that pheromone trick. Oh fuck, you're a backstabber. And then you dare to tell me not to get angry. I'll fucking give you a six-month fucking session one day, and then we'll see if Adam and Charles are any good after that."

He raged and raved. He could still break my bones, and the ones that were healing, break them again. And jelly. Now there were herbs involved, and he'd brush them on my skin, and blisters would pop, and my skin would break out in a bloody mess. The hellish mask was on me the whole time and my panic just got worse and worse. As my skin healed, his touch caused blisters again, making me scream, not loud but still, as the pain was so damn intense.

He looked at my skin again in disbelief, and horror too, and walked away. Hours later, I heard Adam and Charles rushing to help. Charles ripped the mask off of me. Both of them were very upset, and they tried to control themselves. They took the jelly out of the drip. Adam looked me over, and he spoke with Charles in his mind as Charles was getting drugs from the drug cabinet. 

Charles said, "I'm going to put you back to sleep for a while so we can get you some help. Everything gonna be alright honey. We got you and we will fix you. "

Then I fell asleep as he put the needle in my vein and pushed the plunger all the way down. His eyes were black with rage, but his expression was concerned. 

They took Mimi into surgery again and sucked out all the jelly, put the bones in place, and drained all the substances that their teeth were making. They had collectors in their fangs all the time and those bags were striped. They smelled each other's bags, so they knew what had been done already and what needed to be done.

As they were not as good at this as Damon would have been, and because of that allergic reaction, they had to make their substances a whole new way in order not to trigger an allergic reaction. So substances were made more than Damon would have done. Usually, Damon had done the best possible version, and so they could not. Because Mimi's system recognizes substances made a certain way as Damon's, they might trigger her allergy. Not so simple. But bag after bag was filled and put in Mimi's IV and they did their job too. They kept Mimi asleep until it was all fixed and that took two weeks.

They sat in Mebay. Looking at the sleeping Mimi. She looked somehow so frail and so tired even though she was sedated deeply and did not wake up in a while. They were very concerned about this incident and this had not been the only one. Mimi had confessed during heat that she had actually managed to few times escape even from the shed, over the years and that had driven Damon to fuck others. And Damon had become then so jealous after the wedding and all.

Charles said to Adam, "We need to talk to Mimi. It's not going to work. It might be better if Salvatore stays away from Mimi. He is a loose cannon. I'll have to ask Samuel about the cat heat thing in case she gets a heat attack somewhere. In the meantime, Damon can't be trusted to take care of Mimi. He can't get into doctor mode anymore, or he just doesn't want to."

Adam nodded and said, "Damon has changed so much now, somehow he gets worse with each session, as if they destroyed what little humanity he might have left. He is changing into something that even I don't recognize. He has not fucked with strangers in ages, not to the extent that he used to, and he just doesn't want to. He has not taken Mimi to the Azores for ages and he has not flanked her or did his nightly stabbings. Those might have helped too, but it is like he does not want to even try to control himself anymore."

Charles said, "It's just not going to be a straightforward conversation, but we have to be patient. Mimi is our number one, and her well-being is at stake here. We need to make sure that she is safe and we are not doing this out of jealousy, but for love."

They nursed Mimi the whole time, and when she was ready to wake up, they took Mimi to one bedroom to wake up on her own. What future would hold? No one knew that, but they were determined to try to prevent this from happening.