38. The Sign.

After our wonderful heat, it was a good time to be a flea again. Boys had helped rain hell on Sark before my heat got on and I had no idea how long Adam and Charles did that afterward, but my network of Sark spies worked and I got good info. It was time for me to get my hands dirty, so I was ready to make this a little more personal, too.

Adam and Charles were both busy running missions for Bran for a while. He got them somehow hooked into an alpha crisis and whatnot; I had no idea where Salvatore was. So I was free as a bird and I decided to get to work. I had been planning this job for two months when I went to Utah, where Sark had been spotted, and there was rumored to be a huge underground medical facility.

Oh, to be able to destroy that one someday, those were nasty places and one of my main targets. I went to the base and made a plan. We were quite busy as it has been the fairly active season for baddies to kidnap people and there were a lot of rescue missions going on in Europe, so part of our people had gone there too. Of course, in America, missions were all the time done, but Utah's base was practically empty when I got there and made my plan. I was the leader, so I was not gonna ask anyone permission or ask many people to plan this little sniping job.

This was something I would do myself, and this was just a little reminder to Sark that I hadn't forgotten him. The plan was to shoot Sark or hurt him. I had a couple of good sniper spots, and I was going to go through them and look carefully at what would be best.

I had with me my recently bought super fancy sniper rifle and my hollow point bullets, loadable and I had used little of my teeth to make different sets of poisons so Sark could feel how it feels when you are shot with a poison bullet. I had been fairly angry while making those poisons, so I was pretty sure that Sark would end up dead again but by my hand this time.

Then I'd just stalk and be done with it. Quite clear and well, Sark would come back to life but would remember who finished him off this time. And his death would not be easy or painless, not at all. I have learned that if you are unkillable and you can remember your deaths; it gets to you.

Sark ain't supernatural, not in a sense, and he does not have my mentality of what it comes of being killed hundreds of times just because someone is curious and bored, playing with my body. If he wanted to be alive all the time, I could make a new hobby out of killing him. Showing how it feels to be hunted.

I went to both places, and the second place was perfect. I had gotten a new gun, a perfect rifle, and got my place ready. I had been shadowing Sark for two weeks now and knew this routine. Yes, he had protocols in place to prevent an abduction, but a little sniper bullet was not so easy. Petty revenge is never a bad thing, and this is just a reminder to him of what I can do.

I was putting my sights on him when a flash caught my eye—a building across town, a building as tall as this one. Fine, let's see then what it is. I put my sights that way, and another sniper was aiming at me. Oh really, this one had a pretty good range to try to hit me. Oh really, Sark had sniper backup, fine let's play then. 

The sniper was a woman, some kind of darker-skinned; she had long black dreadlocks, and this woman, well, resembled one doctor from one series, actually. Fine. She had a decent rifle, but not the same caliber as I had. This little baby is expensive and I guess Sark is not gonna spend too much money on his snipers.

The woman fired, and the bullet hit the concrete above me. I am smaller than her, so I had my place well thought of. She could see me, not hit me. I was hidden well enough that she couldn't hit me. She did not like that, but she was pro enough to see that she could not take me out. Then she disappeared, and I started aiming at Sark again.

Let's see if she warns him and where we are then, but there were little places for Sark to hide. I knew he was inside one club, only one exit, and I had a perfect shot at that. There would be another twenty minutes before he would show up. What I saw through the scope of the rifle was, well, maybe disturbing or at least made me irritated. 

The woman was there again, and so was Damon. They kissed fiercely, and Damon led her into the alley. I didn't need to look to know what they were doing there. It was a little worrisome that Damon had an affair with a woman linked to Sark and that our heat did not matter to him. It had been a few months from it, but according to what I saw; he had been with her all this time.

I swallowed my bitterness. I pushed all the feeling of not being enough for Damon and my lingering doubt that it had been only my heat that had kept him near me. All of those I pushed in somewhere deep inside me, not handling them, but just suppressing them. It was getting to be showtime. I was all ready, and I saw Sark come out, but it was a bad angle. I realized the angle wasn't going to get any better, and I shot. This would be not a kill shot, but this would work even better than a pure kill shot as my poison would have time to really get nasty with him. 

The bullet hit the sark on the left shoulder, and I don't use any small bullets, so I saw that the damage was pretty damn extensive. They should heal the sark in that spot, or there would be a new Sark somewhere soon. I saw him gasping on the ground as my poison hit him. Sark's assistants helped him into the car, and the car accelerated away. He was a goner, though. My poison would kill him, slowly and painfully, too.

I saw Damon come out of the alley, look straight at me, and say in my mind, "You're asking for trouble, fine. I think I'm going to call Bran. You might not want to come to the house right away, baby. There might be a penalty, but then when I catch up with you, I'll be able to enjoy myself again. You are reckless and brash. You did not think at all when you just delivered a sample of your poison to Sark's hands. Don't you think that they will study your little poison extensively and maybe get a few ideas from that? Oh, Baby, I have so much to tell Bran and as Adam and Charles aren't around, it will be my pleasure to teach you the lesson on actions and consequences once more."

Oh fuck, there's that side of Satan awake again.

I went down from the roof and thought, well, let's wait until the storm passes us by. Not going to go to the house, not in a long time. I started walking to my car when this woman came up with a shotgun and shot me point-blank without asking any questions. I was thrown back onto the ground because that was a fucking powerful gun. I'm not going to be stopped by little shotgun pellets.

She shot me three more times, and then I got to my gun and shot her in the shoulder because I wanted to have a conversation. She threw her rifle in the water and ran off, and soon I saw Damon coming towards me. I had stood up at this point. 

The woman threw herself hysterically into Damon's arms and showed her shoulder. Damon gave her his own blood, and I smelled the passion fruit. I was pretty pissed off and thought I'd be fucking divorced again soon. Well, I'd have two other husbands after all. She seemed to be all over him and he was murmuring in her calming way. 

Damon walked over to me after a while. I had already cleaned myself. I'd buttoned my jacket and taken off my tattered shirt. I thought he had seen her shooting at me. But no, he did not have seen that.

He said, "Mimi, don't fucking shoot people just because I'm with them. Sometimes, I want you to be jealous, but that's going too far. You can be sure I'll tell everyone about this. You'll see for yourself. I'm going to make a phone call. You can run away, Mimi, but I'll always catch you. "

Damon went some distance to make a phone call. The woman stood there, looking at me. She glanced at Damon, making sure that he was busy talking to Bran.

She looked at me challengingly and said, "You're an excellent shot, but you're in trouble now. Those hauls are biological. They're decomposing, they're always decomposing inside you, and they have dreams—mostly extra-strength blue dreams and purple dreams, which is even harder because it puts your metabolism down. There's no evidence that you've been shot, nothing. You're just jealous, and you shoot people for fun. Damon will believe me, not you, as there will be no pellets inside you at this point. I wonder what he will do to you. Now it will be quite a while before you come after my employer again."

Let's get the rage out, but not so much that it's completely obvious. I can control myself quite well, or my rage, that is. My control over my rage has gotten so much better.

Damon came up in a huff and said, " Fine, come on. The whole pack wants to talk about this. There's nothing for Mimi to discuss. It was a time of heat, and I don't have to be stuck on you all the time. "

Unbelievable. Passionfruit blew me away. So he doesn't even want to be with me. Fine fuck, I have Adam and Charles. He took me by the arm and dragged me back to his car. He didn't say a word the whole drive, and neither did I.

I was not gonna say anything about what had happened because I was so deeply pissed off that I was quite ready to let him see what had happened. I was ready to endanger my health just to give him a fucking lesson. I concentrated on fighting the medicine and keeping my rage as low as possible. I hoped the punishment was nothing to dampen my hold on the rage.

We arrived at the house and went into Bran's study. Everyone was there. Adam, Samuel, and Charles stood there, not saying a word, looking at me, just disappointed. Bran sat behind his desk like some sort of big boss and I looked at him neutrally. I was angry, but I did not let anyone see or notice it.

Bran said, "Yes, I understand, little girl, that jealousy gets the better of us all, but remember, these are innocent people. You don't want to kill innocent people. We are not going to punish you in any particularly cruel way: two weeks in a cage, no food or pheromones. You're in good shape and be fine with two weeks of fasting. All you'll get is water. Then we'll see if you've come to your senses. Remember, Mimi, people grow old and die off. You have an eternity to be with Damon. You were probably hormonal and possessive, but it doesn't always work out. That fast is from going after Sark again, even though it was a sniping job, nonetheless. Personal revenge is not good."

I looked at Adam and Charles, and they both just nodded. I did not say a word as no one asked even me what had happened. If they had, I would have told them. It had been weeks since heat, months, so I was not hormonal, but it was just a good way to see me, so no need to hear the ugly fucking truth.

Bran said, "Adam and Charles are going to Europe for two weeks with Mimosa and Mirella on a tour. I, Samuel, and Damon will be here."

Then Adam and Charles left without saying a word. I didn't even bother to say a word as I felt how the bullets had broken, and I had my work cut out to keep myself in shape. The next two weeks were going to be a trial by fire. Would my rage be enough?

Damon grabbed my hand and dragged me into the cage where, at least, there was a pallet with a mattress, pillow, and blanket. He did not say anything to me; he did not visit my mind to see what had happened. There was a bucket of water, a big jug of water, and plastic mugs. Ironic. When the water dried out my system, I knew that canister must be pretty full. I went to the pallet to lie down and concentrate. Completely. I had to keep my balance as long as possible, whether it consumed me. Now this would be up to me.