30.Ain't It Funny.

It was time to turn this party into something enjoyable. This particular event was held in vampire gentlemen's clubs, where the girls were expected to wear collars and leashes. I was determined to embrace my naughty side and allow Damon to display his dominance. Annaliese had heard about this party, as it was a significant gathering for vampire elders. If she wanted to make a name for herself, she had to attend.

However, the dress code specified that she could only come as a pet or slave, not as a powerful female in control. I was prepared for my role. Damon had chosen a blood-red silk dress for me, which was perfect for the occasion. I transformed into my vampire form, with the collar and leash showing Damon as my dominant or owner.

We were going to put on a show, attracting attention and making Annaliese look as bad as possible. She only had two Salvatores left, and while there were others like Harrison, he wasn't the right type to be her owner. She needed to assign one of the Salvatores to this role, and as both of them were crueler versions, they wouldn't be easy for her to manipulate. Moreover, they didn't inform her about all the requirements and meanings of the party. I guessed that she would wear a collar, but without a leash, or it would simply be for show.

As for me, Damon chose a tight, black leather spiked collar adorned with real diamonds, and I knew he would fasten it quite tightly. It was his way of ensuring my obedience. And, of course, there would be a special drink involved, along with me playing the role of a naughty little bitch. It would certainly be a spectacle.

The Number Two, Mariella's handler, was not going to be any gentler. I was actually looking forward to this. I was ready to embrace my role, to let go of control and enjoy myself. I didn't always have to be the one in charge. But Annaliese was probably planning to enter the party, making it seem like an honor for someone to hold her leash. However, this was not the intention of the club, not at all.

Mariella wore a stunning white silk dress with a daring slit. My blood-red dress had a slit that went up to my hip, and it accentuated my curves without being too tight. The slit made it look quite sexy. I wore a thick gold belt around my waist to highlight my slim figure. My hair was mostly down, with blood-red stripes adding some flair to my night black and blonde locks. My makeup was as dramatic as ever, with eyeshadow extending up to my temples, giving me a seductive yet classy look. There was still a glint of mischief in my expression. I was a little bitch after all.

Only numbers ten and nine remained as Annaliese's prisoners. I managed to free number seven last week by feeding off Annaliese even more. This time, I didn't use the Genesis Protocol; instead, I teleported him with me once he was freed. It was the last time before we went to the club, and ten and nine assured me they could hold on.

They still played tricks on Annaliese, using her as their sex doll and satisfying themselves at her expense. By the time she woke up, her mouth was sore and tasted unpleasant. They treated her brutally every day when she was unconscious, leaving her sore in both her pussy and ass. No one had confessed to her because of her old age, which made her appear weak and hindered by these acts, and Annaliese's attempts to investigate were shallow at best. Perhaps she secretly enjoyed it or was too arrogant to install any form of surveillance. Number ten had told me this when I had gotten number seven free. The pain had been almost too much for me to bear. Even Annaliese had been asleep, unaware.

But it would soon be over. We would be fully prepared at the club and have one of them join us. Before the ultimate party, we would free the last Salvatore from Annaliese's clutches. Magnum would be released once Annaliese was nothing more than ashes or a lifeless body. Number four's hatred grew steadily as he cared for the Salvatores and witnessed what they had endured. Through the Salvatore hivemind, he felt their pain, and his hatred grew as strong as it needed to be. 

It had been quite some time since I had last been to the club. But then again, this was such a unique experience that it was good to savor. I didn't do this too often, so it was fun to indulge. We were walking towards the limo, Damon was fully focused on this, and all the Salvatores were there. Now, no one was in the medbay, but it was time to up the ante as the whole damn hive was around. It was becoming increasingly difficult to free the rest of them.

However, we were going to have fun in there and I was ready to play my part as a little bitch. Damon would have his hands full trying to control me, and that was part of the plan. Annaliese had reacted the last time party number two had made her suck him off, so this was something she might do again. And while she may have been relaxed, she was sloppy, which made it a bit easier for us to distract her long enough for her to effectively stop us. It was going to hurt like hell, but I was prepared for that too.

Mariella was sitting on the other side of Damon, and she was quite possessive of him as well. While I kept my expression neutral, I could see number two's expression, and I guessed that Mariella would soon turn into a nice little girl. She wasn't built to be as much of a little bitch as I was. I was ready, and Mariella, well, the wolves, and Elena and Katherine had collars, too. The Salvatores were more than ready to keep them on a tight leash.

Of course, each collar had spikes on the inside, so if we misbehaved, we would bleed. Wulfe was calm, and I suspected that he wasn't a regular at these clubs, but it was good for him to visit and build a reputation as well. It would take an effort to control me, and it might be that Damon would use Wulfe to assist with that.

Finally, we exited the limousine, Damon putting me on a leash and keeping it short. His expression was beastly enough to show that he was in the mood. Now that we were almost done, we had added one more little thing. Number four had leather pants, a velvet jacket, and that dagger in a sheath on his hip, so Annaliese would recognize him.

I had read a few books about what had happened, and there was one diary written by a vampire woman who was not on Damon's list. She observed everything and described the events when Annaliese was attacked. There was a scuffle, Damon tried to kill Annaliese, and Lila got involved. Annaliese managed to get the dagger from Damon and used it to kill Lila. Damon then attacked her, but his grief weakened his vampire power.

He didn't kill her, but put her to sleep so she could suffer what she had taken from him. I wasn't sure if Damien was the major cause of what happened, but the vampire woman's diary provided enough details, so I didn't want to dig up old wounds and ask about it. Maybe Wulfe could tell me more someday, or maybe it was best to leave the past behind. Forget about it for a while.

As we walked in, we entered the lobby again. Damon stopped and said, "Salvatore." The attendant went to a shelf and brought a bigger bottle and a few syringes. Damon looked at me with a cruel expression. Oh boy, this was about to get intense. He also had a dagger, just like the others, but his was made of platinum and within easy reach.

We walked a bit further so Annaliese could see us. She had a collar that was more like a choker, not very suitable. They were sitting at a table, not on divans, which was fine by me. Better that way.

Damon took the bottle and said to me, "Drink it, and now, little bitch, you need to be put in your place."

I took a step back and said, "I'm not thirsty," as I reached for my collar, pretending to open it.

Damon yanked on the leash suddenly, causing me to stumble and almost fall over, right into him. I could feel my neck bleeding.

He looked at me with cruelty as he firmly gripped my neck and said, "Correct your attitude, little bitch, or else I will make sure you do. Drink."

I turned my head to the side and said, "I refuse to be your spiced-up meal." I kept my voice defiant, my expression too. 

He roughly turned me around so that my back was against his chest, firmly holding me in his grasp. He cast a freezing spell, tilting my head upward and opening my mouth, all for the purpose of letting Annaliese and everyone else witness. With his platinum dagger resting just above my collar, he effortlessly removed the cork from the bottle and began drizzling the liquid into my mouth.

He was ready to slice my neck open, there was just a hint of pressure in the dagger right against my neck. He didn't need to see his hands to control me, as he used a spell to keep me immobile. His silky voice whispered in my ear, instructing me to swallow and be grateful for such an attentive master. I obediently swallowed, feeling the potency of the drink coursing through me, knowing that this power was far from mild.

After making me consume the entire 350 ml of the drink, he took a syringe and injected a little more of the substance into my jugular, causing me to feel a real daze. He had pretty much drugged me, but as this was more of a tranquilizer, not a sedative, I was not too sleepy. Only very calm, dazed, and very obedient. He tugged on the leash, leading us calmly to the divan.

I could hear Mariella's voice, knowing that she too was indulging in her desires with number two. Annaliese watched us, but Damon simply looked at her, his raised brow radiating danger, making her grow pale. Damon led me to the divan, holding me in his arms and allowing his hands to wander.

It wasn't too bad, but with the absence of my panties, I tried to keep my legs closer together, aware of the potential exposure. Damon skillfully maneuvered my dress, causing me to silently curse in my mind, "Oh my god, I'm not wearing panties and soon everyone will see my entire damn cunt." He simply grinned lazily.

I noticed Mariella being guided by number two to their own divan, clearly in a similar dazed state as me. Damon enjoyed displaying his possession of me publicly, while this seemed to be a new experience for Mariella. I wasn't entirely sure if I had originally arrived at the club with Core or the fourth version, but now I was with Damon, the first version, and it felt good, despite my slight concern about exposing my private parts to everyone.

My drugged-up brain attempted to comprehend the scene unfolding before me, realizing that this wasn't the worst state I had ever been in. I had experienced the effects of much harsher substances before, and that I was safe with Damon, in his arms, brought me a sense of security in this state. I allowed myself to relax slightly, but then something shifted in my mind, and I could sense Damon and Wulfe delving into a part of me I couldn't quite identify.

My brain, my mind, was such a complex place that it surprised me when Wulfe explained it to me over the years. Since my mind was not human and I belonged to my species, it operated in unique ways. It was new for Wulfe to understand and assist me. He explained Damon was created to be by my side, to help and heal. It was his purpose. Being able to absorb anything and any power made me a valuable creature for Damon to have, as the universe works in mysterious ways.

I observed the rest of our hive in their places, while other vampires came and sat near us, engaging in conversations. I noticed Annaliese was not happy. She whispered something to Magnum, who then focused his attention on two overweight females. Magnum was always busy with women, that was just his nature.

Annaliese didn't have the control she desired. I realized that whatever method Nick used to awaken her didn't fully restore her powers. She was weaker than she should have been, either because her powers were fading or her time was running out. I had no mercy in my mind as I thought about her impending death. There were no facts that would give her more time or second chances. I was waiting for the moment she would be killed as an example to the other females, to deter them from getting any funny ideas.

Moreover, I had a plan for the last part of the party. Even though Number Four would kill Annaliese, Number One would be preoccupied. Mariella would witness a completely new side of him, and I wasn't sure if he would share his spoils. Not to mention the inevitable confrontation between me and Harrison. He would end up dead as well, without any regrets or hesitation. It was clear that he was a soulless type of vampire, destined to be killed. I wasn't sure who would do it, whether it would be me, Damon, or even Charles. Only time would reveal the answer.

Damon's voice echoed in my mind, filled with danger, as he said, "You shouldn't mess with Harrison. I don't trust him not to try something against you. So, at our last party, be prepared to be protected. It's not the time for you to be a hero. The rest of the hive will protect their queen. Harrison will die, and if I can, I'll be the one to do it. But I can't be sure yet. Do you have a plan of your own? Care to share?"

In response, I replied in my mind, "Nope. It's a surprise, so your reaction will be more genuine."

Damon grunted and continued his magic within me. As a result, my nipples pressed against my dress, my arousal became clear, and Mariella and the wolves also felt the heightened atmosphere. Annaliese noticed it too, even though it was clear that we were all entangled with our partners, being caressed by a group of skilled lovers who knew exactly how to please a woman.

We were setting an example. If I could handle this, why couldn't she? But more importantly, I was receiving this affection while she had no one to hold her, caress her, and make her feel protected. This erotic display both excited and irritated her, slowly eroding her confidence, status, and power, allowing us to draw someone else out. It would require a tremendous effort, but we could achieve it. The club was now saturated with the scent of our arousal, floating in the air more strongly with each passing moment.

I sighed and squirmed slightly as Damon skillfully touched all the right places, making me truly feel his presence and control. He was showing off, displaying our relationship and his power over me, reducing me to a sighing, aroused mess in his arms. I kept my mouth shut, resisting the urge to beg him for more.

Just then, Nick walked in and sat beside Annaliese. Irritation crossed his face as he noticed how many Salvatores had already been rescued.

He directed his words telepathically to Annaliese, saying, "You really disappoint, don't you? You were supposed to keep them captive so that I could have that damn cunt under my control. But no, you're weak and all talk, no power. It's hard to believe I used my blood to awaken you, and this is how you repay me."

I noticed he was telepathically speaking to her, but Damon strangely couldn't hear it. I glanced around, confirming that neither Wulfe nor anyone else was aware of Nick's words. It seemed that I had somehow gained my own telepathic ability. I felt a warmth in my belly, realizing that I had little powerhouses inside me who wanted me to hear things.

In my mind, I said to Damon, "Our babies are incredibly strong. One or several of them must be powerful telepaths, as they have given me the ability to hear what Nick just told Annaliese."

Damon tensed up and delved into my mind, listening to that little confession.

He responded, "Yes, they are enhancing your power. My love, you are on the verge of gaining telepathy yourself. You are that strong."

I groaned in my mind, not wanting any more complications.

Then, Wulfe's voice echoed in my mind, "I will monitor things. For now, you can keep it, but once this is done, we'll see if we can get rid of it or not. Go ahead, listen some more. We are linked now, so we will hear too."

I felt my vampire power surging, as my mind somehow reached out to listen to Annaliese's thoughts. This shouldn't have been possible, but I was incredibly strong. She was looking at us and listening to Nick as he continued to complain.

Annaliese explained to him, "How can I get them back? The key is that damn queen. Etorphine did affect her, but they are now protecting her. Hmm, maybe I can win her favor, and find her weaknesses. She appears weak and feline. Yes, that's it. I'll have some catnip in my perfume to relax her, and then I'll give her another dose, perhaps acetrophine with some tomato extract and coriander. I'll have my guys create an antidote, and blackmail the Salvatores back under my control. By the time she gets the antidote, she will be weakened and unable to do anything, even carry those embryos. Then I'll make Salvatore go through a vampire wedding with me, and he will be mine forever."

As I listened to her wicked plans for me, my babies, and Damon, I realized she was completely unhinged. What surprised me was the fact that she was actually older than Nick and her blood had been used to create the originals. So, my guess was that she had used that connection to manipulate Nick into doing her bidding. Nick was usually quite unstable, but this attack against us was unusually brazen.

I suspected that Nick was being blackmailed or conned once again. It seemed that he had been promised something that was beyond his reach. As for me, I couldn't understand why he was so fixated on me. Was I his Mount Everest? Or was it simply because of my reputation, perhaps because I was Damon's? Vampires could be jealous, but I had made it clear to Nick multiple times that I would not be with him. I belonged to Damon, Charles, and others, never to Nick.

Taking in my surroundings, I found myself in the perfect spot. The dimly lit carpeted floor muffled the sounds of footsteps, creating an atmosphere of intrigue. The air was filled with the scent of expensive cigars, whiskey, and other luxuries that gentlemen enjoyed.

The women present were treated as cherished pets, slaves, rather than individuals with power. I observed influential human women surrendering control, and allowing others to make decisions for them. It occurred to me that this arrangement brought me a sense of relief as well.

For these few hours on the divan, I could truly relax. I let Damon protect me, play with me, and elicit reactions from me. I no longer had to be on constant alert, ready to take action. At this moment, I could take it easy. I knew it wouldn't last forever, but I had learned to live in the present, savoring this moment of freedom. I allowed myself to float in it, while Damon and Wulfe took care of the listening and decision-making, at least for now.