32.

As the time approached for the pack to go to the gala, a mix of excitement and apprehension filled the air. They were eager to uncover the truth behind Mimi's disappearance from their minds, knowing that it couldn't be anything pleasant.

Mariella, in particular, was curious, as even Giselle had been distant and irritable lately, hinting at the severity of Mimi's ordeal. Determined to find out what had happened, Mariella planned to ask her at some point during the evening. Surprisingly, she had kept her lips sealed about it, even from the pack leader, Damon. This was unlike her, but she felt it was best to withhold certain information for now.

Damon had chosen a stunning peach and violet silk dress for her, which hugged her body and accentuated her curves. With a daring slit and a deep neckline, it showcased her breasts perfectly. Her dark red hair cascaded down her back, partially styled in an intricate and sophisticated updo by Damon himself.

The scent of passionfruit and the smoky essence of Damon's vampire side enveloped her, blending with her own delicate peach fragrance. Her vampire nature was mild, and her bloodlust seldom awakened. The men, all dressed in black suits, looked incredibly handsome.

The boys wore velvet coats, while the Salvatore brothers had their expensive suits and tuxedos, complete with personalized handkerchiefs in their breast pockets. Damon stood by the window, sighing to himself, and Mariella understood that Mimi and the gala were weighing heavily on his mind.

She hoped tonight would bring about a change, a chance to see Mimi and perhaps even talk to her, to finally set things right. The prospect of attending another party filled her with joy, as she loved dressing up and engaging in lively conversations. And Damon, it was his favorite thing to dress her up, just as it was for Mimi. He missed her presence, and Mariella knew this night would be pivotal in their quest to reunite with their missing pack member. 

I had chosen to wear a stunning dress that I had brought all the way from India. It was made of luxurious satin and had a captivating combination of black and bright pink. The fabric felt smooth against my skin, and its loose fit added to a comfortable elegance.

The dress was adorned with golden vines and large pink flowers, including peonies and roses, against a pitch-black backdrop, creating a dramatic effect. The waistline was slightly loose, accommodating my current shape. The dress covered my body modestly, with short sleeves and a neckline that was not too revealing.

It also concealed my back, which had scales. I didn't want to be visible after they were removed. Although the scales would draw attention, I had a backup plan to sell them as a new fashion trend.

I was grateful to have found this dress, as it was sophisticated without being overly sexy, provocative, or princess-like, making it perfect for the occasion. The length of the dress reached down to my ankles, fully covering my body, but its tightness subtly highlighted my femininity.

I styled my blood-red hair into tight curls and neatly put it up in a hairdo, anticipating the removal of the scales later, when I could let my hair down and further cover my back.

While I was on call, I had backup plans in case of emergencies, but I was prepared to go if the need arose. The hospital had protocols for various situations, and I was relieved that there had been no need for them during my time. As the chief of trauma, it was my responsibility to lead and manage any accidents or similar incidents, but thankfully, everyone on the team was well-trained and capable.

My makeup comprised smokey eyes, adding a touch of allure and enhancing my features. Despite never considering myself as pretty or beautiful, unlike Mariella or the wolves who exuded beauty effortlessly, I was ready to embrace the evening.

Magnum arrived just as I was reaching for my purse. As I opened it, the scent of leather and gun oil wafted out, mingling with the faint aroma of perfume. This purse was no ordinary accessory; it had been a special gift from Reddington. It had an enchantment that allowed it to hold an abundance of items. Yet to anyone else, it appeared like an ordinary woman's purse.

Magnum, the one who had taught Drake and Sylvie everything they knew, was also their dedicated bodyguard. He ensured their anonymity, protecting them from those who sought to capture or harm them. He had a fondness for my scales and always wanted to witness the growth of the next batch.

So far, we have distributed around ten percent of the scales to the dragons. It had been two weeks since they started growing new scales themselves, but I continued to craft scales for them. Drake assured me that once they were strong enough to produce their own, I could stop. However, I would keep those last scales from them as a gift in case they needed more in the future.

Bearing their scales was a tremendous honor, but they insisted that the honor was theirs. They expressed deep gratitude for my role in saving them, as well as for Colin's help. Sylvie spoke of love, saying that it would find me and vice versa. Love, she said, was a fickle yet powerful force in the universe. It was because of my love I could grow the scales. According to them, I was a creature of love. Not a creature of lust. 

Following Magnum, I made my way downstairs to where Murdock awaited. As I descended the stairs in my high heels, the sound of my steps echoed softly in the grand foyer. Murdock whistled low, his grin reflecting in his eyes. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his antics. Together, we walked towards the car.

I was guided to the backseat while the men took the front. The car glided through the bustling city, the hum of the engine barely audible amidst the urban cacophony. At that moment, I resolved that this would be the last gala I would attend. Perhaps, I should also remember not to save so many important people to avoid such troublesome events in the future. 

We arrived at the gala; the room buzzing with anticipation. In about an hour, the festivities would begin, and I would receive my awards and honors. As a trauma surgeon, brain surgeon, and even a heart surgeon, I have saved countless lives. The recognition kept pouring in, but I never truly accepted it.

If I were as godlike as they believed, no patient would ever perish under my care. Yet, I had learned the bitter lesson that not everyone could be saved. It was a lesson I embraced, masochistically yearning to learn it over and over again. Despite Colin's reassurances that losing patients was inevitable, I still felt like a fraud. But tonight, I would put on a facade of honor and perfection.

As we entered the venue, the room was filled with a sea of people. The air was thick with excitement and the sound of chatter. Later, after the award ceremony, we would attend to transferring those scales. I discreetly carried my painkillers, silently enduring the pain caused by Colin pulling at those scales. My skin would remain sore and raw for days, a secret I kept from him. 

A few minutes passed, and I suddenly noticed the arrival of Salvatores and their pack. It was surprising, even though I knew they had been invited. I had been convinced that they wouldn't pay any attention to the invitation. Charles glanced at me, his expression puzzled. He seemed like he wanted to approach me, but it was nearly time to start the ceremony. He remained in his seat, and they found a table where they all sat down.

Mimosa wore a green dress, Shadow had a yellow one, and Mariella had a peach and violet ensemble. She was tightly linked with number one. I noticed number four staring at me intensely, attempting to invade my mind. However, my protections kept me safe. So far, there were thirteen very strong fear demons present. It wouldn't be long before Magnum and Murdock could eliminate them. The time for that would be after I would receive my awards.

A fear demon walked past Mariella, and I saw her nostrils flicker as she caught his scent. She whispered something to number one, and his expression hardened. I could see him scanning the surroundings keenly, and a few other Salvatores seemed on edge as well. It was good for them to realize that they weren't the sole reason for my protection. Good sarks came to sit with the pack, and they appeared to be engaged in conversation.

Alaric approached me and said, "Well, look what the cat dragged in. I never thought your pack would come here."

I replied, "That makes two of us. I have no idea why they're here, but let them be. They just noticed our 'friends' and are a little on edge because of that. How many bad Sarks?"

Alaric muttered, "Five or six. They're trying to hide in the shadows, but we're prepared. You're perfectly safe, and no one will get to you."

I nodded. I knew I was too important of a target for many, so there were plenty of eager ones who would attempt to harm me. I had to be cautious about what I consumed tonight. My five were sharp and ready to act.

Dexter would accompany me on stage as my bodyguard, and Magnum and Murdock would ensure the stage was secure. We also had a few witches who would erect a shield when I stepped on stage, so if someone tried to shoot me, it wouldn't work.

It was time to do this. The room was filled with anticipation, buzzing with excitement. There had been a long and devotional speech about my accomplishments as a doctor and healer. As I stood up, the room fell silent, and I felt a surge of adrenaline.

Out of nowhere, Damon appeared, offering his arms to me. I could feel the warmth of his touch as he escorted me to the stage. He stood by my side as I accepted my award; the spotlight shining brightly on us.

Just as I was about to give my speech, Damon seized the microphone, his mischievous smirk lighting up the room. Suddenly, number two appeared, joining us on the stage. He guided me away, ensuring my safety. Number one, with his ancient wisdom as a thousand-year-old vampire and as my loving husband, addressed the audience.

His voice resonated with a sense of pride and protectiveness. "It is a great honor for me, a thousand-year-old vampire, to be the husband of this incredible woman. She truly deserves this award, and it pains me to see her standing here alone. Unfortunately, some people wish to harm her, but it is my duty and honor to keep her safe. She is grateful for all of you being here tonight, and as a telepath, I can sense her gratitude."

Laughter erupted from the crowd, the sound filling the room. Damon's charismatic presence only added to the jovial atmosphere.

He playfully remarked, "Though she doubted my arrival, as I tend to be a little lazy, I would do anything for my baby. Thank you all for keeping her safe. She is truly one of a kind, and I am deeply in love with her, despite the trials and tribulations we have faced."

With his words of appreciation spoken, he encouraged everyone to eat, drink, and enjoy the evening. The room was filled with the clinking of glasses, the aroma of delicious food, and the sound of laughter and conversation.

I sat at a secure table with Alaric and Magnum. Their surprise was clear as they observed Damon's actions. I entrusted my award to number two, who would ensure its proper display.

As the night progressed, people mingled, their voices blending into a lively symphony. Mariella, known for her talkative nature, engaged in conversations, her voice carrying across the room. I wandered alongside my bodyguard, feeling protected and secure.

Suddenly, Sylvie and Drake appeared, their presence bringing a sense of joy and vitality. Sylvie resembled a combination of Kara Killer and Maria Bello, radiating strength and beauty. Drake, with his resemblance to Michael Brandon and Michael Landon, exuded confidence and charm.

 Their dragon forms were a sight to behold. Sylvie's form shimmered with golden scales, intermingled with silver and pink hues. Drake's form was a deep, mesmerizing shade of blue, adorned with hints of violet and golden accents. The air was filled with a hint of excitement and wonder as they joined the festivities, their spirits high.

The scene came alive with vibrant colors, laughter, and a palpable energy. The night was filled with celebration and the joyous mingling of friends and acquaintances.

My scales, which I had nurtured and grown for them, shimmered in an array of vibrant colors. They shifted hues depending on my mood - a deep black when consumed by rage, soft pinks, and purples when in a good mood, and a captivating violet-gold when reminiscing about intimate moments.

I feared that my emotions and fury would taint these scales, but to my surprise, Drake and Sylvie found amusement in my anger, even when it was unleashed in its entirety. However, with a single touch from Sylvie, my rage would subside, replaced by a fiery passion. She revealed the power held within these scales.

Colin was present as well, engaging in conversation with the dragon. The time has come to extract the scales from my back and transfer them to the waiting dragons. Having taken my painkillers earlier, I was prepared for the procedure. We moved across the room that Colin had carefully prepared for this purpose, ensuring a smooth and successful transfer of the scales.

Damon surprised Mariella by boldly stepping onto the stage alongside Mimi. The crowd erupted in cheers, overwhelming her with the sound of their excitement. Mariella couldn't help but go with the flow, her heart racing in surprise. It was a wonderful moment, a testament to Damon's growth. He effortlessly guided her with a gentle grip on her arm and confidently delivered his speech as if he had been Mimi's husband all along.

However, amidst the celebration, Mariella couldn't ignore the presence of numerous nefarious individuals. Evil Sark and fear demons lurked among the crowd, casting a shadow over the festivities. Damon's discontent was palpable, but the arrival of their pack instilled a renewed sense of purpose. The Salvatores, along with the boys, Adam and Charles, were occupied with dealing with these unsavory characters, taking out the trash in their own way.

Left to her own devices, Mariella engaged in conversation with everyone around her. She was a natural conversationalist, relishing in the exchange of words. It was during one of these interactions that she noticed Mimi engaged in a discussion with two unfamiliar figures. They were not human, their otherworldly presence clear. Curiosity piqued, Mariella turned to Mimosa, seeking answers.

Curving a knowing smile, Mimosa took a moment to delve into the depths of her memories.

Finally, she spoke, her voice filled with wonder. "They are the first dragons, the very first of their kind. Words cannot describe their immense power, almost god-like. However, they are not in the best of health. It seems that Mimi has come to their aid, and Colin is assisting her. As for their destination, I am uncertain."

Damon approached, Mariella beckoning him to join her.

Excitement bubbled within her as she shared the news. "Mimi is friends with two of the first dragons. They just entered that room, and it seems they are unwell, as Colin is accompanying them. I thought perhaps, as a healer, you could be of help. I would love to meet these dragons and converse with them. There are so many questions: why, how, and when."

Damon grunted in agreement, taking Mariella's arm as they ventured into the room. The murmurs of conversation enveloped them, blending with the symphony of sounds and the intoxicating scents of the party. Numbers two and four stood nearby, ready to intervene if necessary. 

I was in that dimly lit room, the scent of antiseptic hanging in the air. The chair I was leaning on had a sturdy frame, its backrest providing support as I leaned against it.

Slowly, I lowered my dress down to my waist, exposing my bare back so Colin could examine the scales. Sylvie, in her dragon form, still had inflamed patches of skin, but the leprechaun drops provided some relief. Colin carefully collected enough scales for her skin to heal, but finding the right spot for each scale was a challenge.

Sylvie kept herself relatively small, about the size of an oversized Great Dane, but she could enlarge if necessary. These scales, however, were quite large, so it seemed likely she would need to grow a bit. Luckily, the room was spacious, offering plenty of room for her to expand.

I could sense Colin behind me as he gripped the scales with forceps, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. With a tremendous amount of strength, he began to extract the scale, causing intense, excruciating pain. Despite the agony, I remained silent, not uttering a sound.

Finally, with a forceful yank, he successfully removed the scale. Colin then turned his attention to Sylvie, searching for a suitable spot to place the scale. With gentle precision, he pressed it into position, waiting for it to grow and anchor itself. Sylvie let out a soft grunt, showing that the scale was securely in place. Colin returned to me, his presence reassuring, as he prepared to extract the next scale.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Damon and Mariella entered the room. Sylvie's initial panic subsided as I reassured her, "No worry, they are friends."

Drake, my loyal companion, moved closer to me, positioning himself protectively between Damon and me. It only took a few moments for the dragon to sense that Damon and Mariella were part of my pack, a pack that had yet to earn their respect. They also knew the tragic fate that befell my cubs, the reason I had kept it a secret from the rest of the pack.

Damon approached Drake cautiously, addressing him, "Hello, I mean no harm. As a healer and Mimi's husband, I was curious to see if I could offer any assistance."

His eyes fell upon the scales on my back, and he fell silent, his curiosity piqued.

Mariella turned to Sylvie, her voice filled with respect. "It is an honor to meet you, the first one. I see Mimi is giving you new scales. May we also try to help you? Damon here is a healer, a wizard over a thousand years old. Perhaps he can assist you, too." 

Drake snorted dismissively, his voice tinged with gratitude. "You may be a healer, but you are no husband for Mimi. She has given us an incredible gift by growing new scales in her body, and we are eternally grateful to her." 

Damon bowed humbly, acknowledging his shortcomings. "I am well aware of my failings as a husband to Mimi, and it is something I need to work on. But please, may I try to help you? It is the need within me to heal that drives me." 

Sylvie nodded, her anticipation palpable. Colin carefully extracted a large scale from Mimi's back, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was trying to find a suitable spot where to put this very large scale.

Damon approached, his presence comforting. "Let me try to heal this patch here, so you can fit that scale in place." 

He placed his palm, marked with the symbol of a healer, over the red and sore patch on Sylvie's skin, focusing on his energy. The room was bathed in a soft glow as Damon's palm emitted a gentle light. Sylvie released a contented sigh as the pain began to dissipate. 

After a few minutes, Damon removed his palm, revealing Sylvie's now healed dragon skin. Colin approached, carefully fitting the scale into the newly healed patch. Just as they finished, the door swung open and the other Salvatores entered. Drake transformed into his dragon form, allowing the remaining five Salvatores to attend to his healing. 

The air was filled with the hushed whispers of conversation as they discussed using dentals to aid in the healing process. Exhausted and in pain, I leaned against a nearby chair, observing the remarkable efforts of my pack as they diligently assisted these magnificent dragons before me.

Colin's fingers swiftly scraped across my scales, their scraping sound echoing in the room as he worked at a faster pace. Each scale found its place as if he knew exactly where it belonged.

With a sly smirk, he told me, "This is the last one, Mimi. Soon, this will be over and you can go back to mingling."

His words hung in the air, aware that I had no interest in socializing or conversing with humans.

When he finally removed the very last scale, I let out a tired sigh and reached behind me. I retrieved a bag filled with a soothing balm that I had prepared beforehand, intending to spread it over my raw skin. Damon approached me, his footsteps echoing softly in the room.

He asked, "Well, it seems you've come prepared. Give me that. It will heal the dragons even more. Do you have more?"

I remained silent about the reason for carrying the bags of balm, but handed both of them to Damon. My back stung, red and raw from Colin's extraction, but I used my abilities to conceal the discomfort, ensuring it didn't appear irritated. It wasn't always wise to hide my weaknesses, but it was simply a part of who I am.

I pulled up my dress, zipped it up, and left the room as salvatores were still healing and talking with the dragons.

I walked out into the hall and soon saw Draco and Silver walking towards me and asking, "Is it true? The first ones?"

I nodded, and Mariella came out of the room. Draco and Silver went to talk to her and soon they went into that room too. Well, I was walking with Magnum. He kept his hand on my back and I pressed my lips and not uttered a word, even though it was so damn painful.