16. Don't Shut Me Down.

I was back at the gigs, and my outfit was gorgeous. I had got myself some work clothes once again. I wanted to be noticed. My outfit got Adam pretty hot and if he hadn't had so many gigs and jobs of his own to come with me, I doubted I would have got any gigs done. I always kept Lady with me on some gigs.

As usual, I wore black or sometimes white leather trousers or a leather skirt. The trousers were very low-waisted, the gold chain belt tight, the skirt very tight and suitably short but stretchy. Boots over-the-knee high heeled leather boots, black. Long black leather jacket, which was often open when I walked. Black leather top with bare waist. My breasts were properly shown.

 On my neck was a very thin gold chain with only one pendant. It had a pink diamond in it. It was Adam's, and it was a Dresden and Constance spell; it was a locator. If someone kidnapped me, the jewel would tell them where I was. The other clothes were black vinyl, but these were the ones I felt more at home in.

The jacket covered the gun on my hip, and the outfit really invited the male gaze; never had doing gigs been so easy. When you get men's attention the right way, they lose their brains when all the blood goes downstairs. 

My fight clothes were black jeans, black boots or proper shoes, sometimes high heels. Heels are useful in a fight, but they weren't acceptable in every club. And then some clubs even had an earth floor, and it wasn't a good idea to fight in heels if you were afraid of getting your shoe caught.

My outfit was topped off with a pink tee shirt and a pink jeans jacket—hair either in two ponytails or braids. My jacket and make-up were very Barbie-coloured, so that many people couldn't take me seriously. I was more like a little girl or a teenager, as unbelievable as you can get. There were other female fighters in clubs, in their black shirts and full of angry attitude. We changed clubs often, going to gigs all over America. 

But Adam was dressed all in black, with a black shirt and black jeans. Adam was a magnificent sight to see in a fight. Fast, precise, deadly, sharp, smooth, limber, almost elegant. And he sometimes liked to play with his prey and let his predatory nature show.

It freed Adam up a lot. He had very much taken after me, and now, no longer was Samuel or Charles watching us when they had gone off to their gigs and clinics.

I had also noticed that although the split demon was tasty as hell, it fucked and fucked well. So I tried to destroy the balls other than by drinking unless they were the last victims, and I had relief in the store. Adam had taught me a lot during those months when he had seen my every strength and ability. I always had to show him my best in a fight. 

I went inside the bar and identified my victim. This was a very naughty head of the medical establishment, the same one we had been held in at the time. This one had gotten away, and oh, this one was the perfect victim.

I'd get a good safe deposit box for this one as this one had tortured Reddington's number two man, almost killing him before my organization had rescued him from another facility. This one had gone back to work.

My hair was now platinum blonde and actually extended over halfway down my back. It was spiky, and for the club, I could change my hair color with the help of my dental products. Adam didn't want me to cut it because it was part of the outfit.

Usually, when I came home in the morning, Adam might already be home, and if he saw me, let's say I wasn't asleep, I had time to undress, take a shower, and my alpha would come with me to the shower.

I was thinking about everything I had done with Adam during those months. I was already wondering if I had a horny alpha waiting for me when I came back from the gigs.

 I walked lazily, seductively to the bar next to the victim, and was ordering myself a drink when the victim offered to order me a tequila when I asked. I laughed, flirted with her as I pulled my role, sipped my tequila dangerously lazily, and smiled so that my vampire fangs showed.

This man wanted to fuck female vampires and had several bags of blood in his house as bribes. So when he noticed my teeth, the victim started looking at me pretty hot and touching me, brushing my arm, staring at my breasts.

I leaned right up against him and blew into his ear. The man shuddered, and I could smell his arousal. It was not a pleasant smell by any means. An aroused human man is not to my nose, and this man's perversity and soullessness added a sour edge to an already bitter stench. But this would be an easy picking.

Then we left the bar. I had whispered to the victim how we could take a quick one in the already dark alley. He couldn't take his eyes off my breasts. Good thing the victim didn't fuck me on the way.

He walked ahead, my footsteps echoing in the night and the victim not knowing his fate at all. I walked some distance behind him. There was not much in the victim's pants. Well, there wasn't much to see, although the victim had boasted he was well-equipped.

Then, I found an alley where I pushed the victim. I quickly pushed him to his knees before he could react. And I shot the three bullets. Two in the heart, one in the neck, and I listened to the heart stop for sure. I felt a deep satisfaction in this kill as I watched this fucking beast dead in the alley. I holstered the gun and registered the victim.

I didn't react with any surprise when a familiar voice behind me said, "That was a brilliant performance, Mimi; I bet next time you'll fuck before you kill."

Oh, Damon. 

I lazily turned around. I'd been venting my rage at Salvatore at fight clubs for months.

Despite that, I let my rage show in my voice as I answered. "Did you know that I no longer care what you think, Salvatore? We're not married anymore. We haven't been for, wait for it, almost nine months now. When we are no longer together, then I don't have to care. If this bothers you, don't follow me. Celebrate your marriage. You're not a king, and from what I've heard, you've been working for vampires, nothing at all. So, the time for excuses is over. I was just that, wait for it, freak whore, and the reason we divorced was because of infidelity with a human. Well, Damon, I'm glad you admitted your sins. That's what you were to me: unfaithful with humans. "

 Damon looked at me as I went on. I wasn't even interested in how he felt. I saw him take a small bottle out of his pocket and sip from it. Oh, that just gave me more weapons.

I continued, my voice low, dangerous, and not hiding any of my emotions. "Adam told me how he and Samuel told you, the doctor, about my condition, and you didn't want to help. You didn't even want to see me. It told me damn near everything I needed to know about our relationship. I hope Brianna is everything you hope for, and then some. Frankly, I can tell you she's ugly as sin, an old fucking slut that no man would accept, but you became a drug addict and let her be your dealer. You don't have a reputation anymore. And I'm so fucking happy to be Springcove again, not Salvatore, because that name is nothing more than a joke." 

I looked at Damon with open hostility. He had now followed me and two nights. Looking at me like a poisonous snake every time I seduced, I led the victim into the alley and eventually killed the victim. That's why I had always coldly thought about Adam and my relationship whenever possible.

I fucked to Salvatore in my mind like that. I didn't know if the telepath was reading my mind, but just in case. It's just bad to see what he was actually giving up. I had a new attitude, a new life, had been for over six months and Salvatore wasn't part of it.

I continued on my way when I saw a car coming to pick up the body.

Damon walked up beside me, grabbed me, and looked into my eyes fiercely. "Mimi, for real, we are vampire married, you know that."

He showed a sign in his hand. He continued to be dominant, but failed miserably. The vampire potion was affecting him, and he was sedated, talking slower, and had really lost his edge. 

"Me and you are always together, and I'm telling you right now, I will not tolerate that kind of behavior from my wife. That kind of attitude, come on baby, I made a mistake. Brianna, well, it was a forced marriage. She drugged me, and I'm hooked. Maybe someday I'll get out. Look, we have a connection. You know it, and I know it. Does it bother you if I'm in a forced marriage because of addiction? Does it bother the two of us? I know I got all my stuff out when Brianna insisted. I'm trying to get off this fucking drink, but it's not that easy. Come on. "

I put my hand up, no longer wanting to listen. "You don't remember the other piece of paper, the other divorce paper, the one the elders had signed, the one that said our vampire marriage was over, finished. Brianna is now your new vampire wife. It's been nine months. How did you tell Adam? Oh, you're learning to love Brianna from your time, and now it was just about sex. Go on and command it. Fucking a bother to make an excuse that Brianna insisted. Brianna said this. Go be with fucking Brianna, and don't even think that I'd take you back. I'm just a freaky whore. Vampire marriage, dammit, I said. It's nothing to you but a means of control, nothing fucking more. You don't know shit about feelings or relationships because I've learned that now."

Damon's expression was shocked. He couldn't believe my words. Apparently, he had just thought I would be an easy mark, and when he whimpered and begged a little, I would just jump right into his arms. I was no longer that Mimi for whom Damon was more important than life. So I let it go.

My voice was pretty furious. "Adam and I have a good thing going, and now you will not ruin it. We have a mating bond, and it's beautiful and strong. Adam and I are a couple. What does Brianna like when you fuck others, or does Brianna insist you are faithful? Did you know, Damon, that I had a heat period on my third heat period? And I was miserable because you left. I made milk because my body was desperately trying to get you back, and then I got a uterine infection. You know, when you're lying in bed on a drip with a fever, getting antibiotics and heat treatment, it takes the taste out of the heat. Adam and Samuel had me for six fucking weeks. All that time, I was howling my ass off, and then I decided no more. Now, believe in less and get out! Go back where you came from and go live as fucking perfect life as you can." 

I walked away at a brisk pace and left Salvatore standing in the middle of the street. I didn't look back as I walked to my pale purple and gold convertible Cadillac and drove away. With that, it's good to have a new attitude. Oh, that helped too, and a lot.

Damon stayed to watch as Mimi walked away and drove off. He had tried to get rid of the vampire potion but he was too weak, his wolf was asleep, not waking up, his telepathy was really really weak, his rage was gone somewhere and even his evil was silent, the volcano that normally blazed inside him.

He had been content with it at first and had let his vampire side play with Brianna, but she hadn't really been able to satisfy him in bed, and his vampire side had completely abandoned Brianna. He didn't call her his wife anymore, not even a thing. He didn't have sex, not even when she demanded it.

He sat in a chair all day, drank himself into a stupor with a vampire potion, and was in some sort of disoriented, drugged state most of the time. He remembered Mimi's words and knew that this had been his choice, his responsibility, and he had abandoned her when he still had a chance to fight this damn addiction.

He had let Brianna addict him. Imagine he was the vampire king, and then reality hit, and he realized what an idiot he had been. He sighed and turned around. Seeing Mimi had woken him up. Awake, and he felt something inside him awaken. It wasn't his evil but almost his core, but it was stuck. 

He continued on to his car knowing that Brianna would not be happy when he didn't get her back, Brianna wanted to get her under her power.

Damon was almost in his car when suddenly a familiar female figure approached him and said, " Hello, again. You won't remember anything, but I will help. I am allowed to help because the balance is on my side."

Bridgette took Damon to the alley. First, she gave him a piece of jewelry. He felt like going to the jewelry again to sleep, but then he was in the alley, anyway. Bridgette did this five times in total. He was feeling low on himself, missing Mimi, and feeling like a failure each time he went away. He knew he had fucked too badly and Mimi had the right to be angry with him.

Damon always felt like he was going into something Bridgette was holding, falling asleep, and then he was in the alley, anyway. But now that core of him was released.

Damon stood next to his car, head clear of vampire drink for the first time in nine months. 

Bridgette said, " Bran set the whole thing up, and that vampire potion was Sark's doing. "

Bridgette walked away. Damon stood still, realizing the whole satanic plot and knowing Bran was going to pay for this. So will Brianna, and he'll get Mimi back one day. He knew how to fight the vampire drink and how to strengthen himself.

"Soon, darling, soon.." He said into the now dark night, then he went to his car, now with his telepathy on full blast, to have a little chat with his wife.