1. Angie.

Number two was exhausted. As Rolling Stone's Angie was softly playing in the background, he could not to sigh and look at her. Mimi was sleeping, at least. It had taken seven weeks for alcohol to leave out her system. Charles had suggested playing some music to her so she would not be so distressed at being knocked out.

Colin was tending for Mimi. He was changing the place of her cannula as it had got a little irritated and it was soon going to be blocked. Black velvet dripped steadily in her vein, keeping her out cold but still seeing her frail form, now being feeding and cared for, moved something in number two's heart. 

Adam and Charles had gone back to the pack, to keep wolves happy and not care of Mariella. now it was a just question of getting one little lady back on her feet, get her road to recovery and see what she wanted to do. Number two had already decided that he would make her react. She was pitiful 28 kilos and it would take time to get her in anywhere decent shape.

Colin had come in as he had called him, they had just been so exhausted and when it had been clear that Mimi would require operation, Colin had stepped in, Number two had given his organs as her whole system was more or less destroyed by alcohol. Number two also knew that he would need to be pretty damn strict with her once she would wake up, tell her straight up that drinking was not for her, not at all. 

After a week, she had gotten a little more weight and Colin had stayed helping. Number two had educated him about Mimi's additional problems and her physiology and whatnot. It was good to have a backup for Mimi. One could never know that when world saving or whatever might come at their way.

Suddenly Charles spoke to him in his mind, "Number one is inquiring where you and Mimi are. Mariella is trying to twist here jealous drama, and her vision is that you two are in secret love holiday somewhere. I have said nothing, yet, but no promises. "

Number two replied sharply, "It is showtime, fine. I will wake her up, tell her what is going on and then we are going to meet the pack. Colin wants to be there too, and I said that it is ok." 

First sensation that I got was someone was trying to wake me up. I was feeling exhausted, drugged and slowly, things flooded in my mind. My rage was one thing that now woke up. I had not so clear memories of being held, feeling awful, puking my guts out, and I had no idea how long it had been. I got my eyes open, noticing that I was gazing in ice-blue eyes of number two as his sharper passionfruit told me it, long before my eyes took his face and his mark in his hair. I grunted. He was stroking me, looking at me with a tenderness that was almost alien to see any salvatores face. 

He said to me, "Morning babe, what do you remember? Not much I reckon. You do remember that conversation between number one and Mariella because you, my love, just blew your rage out. One thing, sweetie, do not drink. It is not for you. It has been now nine weeks since we got you, and you, my love, are not fine still. But let me tell you a few things that I have done and what is going to happen." 

My mind was not so woken up, but he explained to me what was going to happen. I was very surprised by lengths were this one had gone in order to defend and protect me. His voice was calm, but I could sense his rage, too. He was furious with those two and again, this was something that I was not even prepared. He coaxed the reaction out of me. Telling to me a few things here and there and as this was more of my Damon than number one had been the whole time, this one knew what buttons to press in order to rile me up and properly so. 

He helped me in the shower, not came in as it had lead few things and then we would not be going to see pack but fuck furiously. Maybe later for that action. He had chosen my clothes and as I had not so much time to be in the shower as I was skeleton, more or less, I could not cool down. I had to dry myself properly. He helped me to dress up, not too covering. He wanted them to see. He put my hair up. 

I was a good girl, but my rage was quite damn out. I barely controlled it, and my darkness had been awakened, but I kept it under control. I would need it, and it was not yet time to unleash it. I would need it later on. My vampire side was quite restless too, and it was seeing number two pretty good meal. Few ideas of predation flashed in my mind. Oh, it would be perfect. Lure this one and attack.

But he looked at me, whispered in my ear, "Baby, later, but be warned, I am not prey, I am a predator and you never know what happens if you come after me. But then again, you could do good filling."

I calmed my vampire side and my vortex had gotten pretty nice ideas about his voice. I was being almost desperate with this damn vortex, as nothing was enough. There was always force ready to be unleashed. 

After I was presentable, Colin, who was also extremly unhappy me being awake and with this pack and how they treat me, he wanted to go along. Number two seemed to get along with him extremely well. I was 33 kilos, so not in my shape, but I would get there. I had motivation and my plan for the future. Little protection that number two had done for me, well it would be once again another lesson of those two. 

We walked through that portal room and the pack was already upstairs, in one bigger room to waiting for us. Charles came to meet me and he hugged me, he was still furious as these two. I walked into the room. Mariella was sitting, her expression innocent, next to Damon, and he looked bored, like he would not understand what this was about. Number two walked next to me. Keeping his arm around me. Other salvatores were next and near to Mariella. Wolves were sitting a little further and a little angry scowl on Mimosa's face. I have no idea how wolf can be so expressive with her face but she was, told me she knew. 

I stood middle of the room, looking at Mariella in the eyes, then taking two envelopes that number two gave me. I walked up to her and Damon and gave him those glasses, too.

I said, "Well, they say that eavesdropping, you hear nothing admiring, and it really works in this pack. I heard and recorded your little conversation about my worth, about my being a creature, not worthy of fucking and it is amazing, Damon, you 1000+ years old vampire are afraid little ol' me. Needing flanks. There is your prenup, it is new. That recording gave evidence for the court to get this done. And this was not me, this was number two. He was less happy with you two. I am in no shape of breeding, as I have feelings too, and I was once again a fool, hoping for something but ending up getting shit in my eyes. Mariella, your reason for marrying me was getting to my money and my assets, not anymore. Those prenups are special. In case of divorce, it is up to me if I choose to keep it on or not. It is not binding that way. My will rule. And not, as you, my guardian, aren't privy to making those decisions, they are made solely by me." 

Mariella said, "But.. but how could you.. I thought you loved me.."

She looked at number two. Who smirked at her in a very dangerous way. Damon, as usual, kept his expressions under control, not letting anything show.

Number two said, "Mimi listened to that conversation for over four hours. Elena heard it too. Those glasses record sound and video. I have listened to you two plotting over Mimi for a long time and I had enough. She is my baby, much more than you are, my darling. You see, Mariella. I have separated a number one's memories, put them in different place, and used them as reference guide, not letting his emotions for you could my mind. So far, I am not impressed with you. If you want me, get to know me. Don't assume that just because I look like him, I am him. I am not. My love for Mimi runs much deeper and there is very little that I would not do for my baby."

Number one looked at me. I kept my expression neutral. Letting my rage feel, not my darkness.

He said, "Fine, I blew it and I am not your Damon, not anymore and it is not easy for me to deal with you as you are truly strong. My love for Mariella rules my heart. We can move on from here, I hope. You are still the alpha female of this pack, my alpha, and this pack needs to procreate. I am quite wealthy for myself, so I was not after your money or your houses." 

I raised my hand and stopped him. I said, "I am a pretender. This means I can sense lies. So please, do not lie to my face. You wanted my money, and my houses, you are not my Damon, and I have no idea do you have any good feelings for me. At least number two has, and my guess is that the other Salvatores has, too. You see me as a creature. Fine, maybe I am one. What comes to you not wanting to fuck me has nothing to do with me being too dangerous. You don't see me as a woman, as someone you could even fuck. You see me ugly, plain, not sexy. And then you can't let me be with Charles or anyone because you don't want me to be happy. You wanted me to quit fleas, not because you were worried about me, but because you could not take my position, my organization, my flea persona. "

So many expressions flashed on his face. I stayed strong. Not letting it break my heart. It was time to give this final blow.

I walked up to him, taking his hand, and looking into his eyes. "Truth shall set us free. Never doubt my love for you, even if you are not perfect, not at all, but there are versions of you who still see me as Mimi, as their beloved, wife, not monster of apocalypse."

I then let my unconditional love for him flood straight from my soul into him, let him feel it.

As I was not yet in my full force, my sugars were cranky and I staggered a bit. I was tired, fucked up, dizzy, too. Number two was next to me.

His firm hands gripped me, taking hold of me and saying to me, "Young lady, we shall go in medbay to get you well and then we will see what comes next. "

I had no time to react as he scooped me in his arms, carrying me and somehow I felt a prick in my side, he flanked me, and my mind was quite damn fuzzy when we reached medbay and laid me onto the bed and gave another flank, darkness took me over.

Damon sat on the sofa. He was still feeling it. That love. It had been as strong as ever and he, again, had not been wise as he had gone into Mariella's manipulations and this was the result. He felt he had now lost it. He had felt it and now he lost it, just because he once again did not keep Mariella under control. She had been riling him up, whispering this and that for quite a long time now. It seemed that alpha power was messing her mind and her felines did not help things at all. This would require a little sharper approach.

He had no idea that Mimi had released one very specific pheromone, as she had been so fucked up; she did not know about herself and a chain reaction was happening inside Damon and inside three females too.

Damon sighed softly and said, "Well, we better to go medbay, to hear the entire story. What the hell happened to her, and how we can help? And more thing, Darlin'. Keep this kind of manipulative behavior on and you can be sure that I shall have a little fun with you too and this time there is no fucking involved. "

Mariella swallowed. Damon had meant it, and she had been a real bitch. She was deeply ashamed as she had turned Damon against Mimi more or less, and this was the result. They walked up to medbay. Number two was drawing medicines ready. He had reserved a few bags while Colin was covering an already unconscious Mimi into bed.

Damon looked at the room for a while and asked, "What happened to her? Why she is barely 30 kilos, fucked up."

Number two grunted, "Look up from the computer. I updated her files now."

Damon walked up to the computer and started to read. He sighed softly to himself, reading everything that they tried to help her with, and it was a veritable miracle that she had been able to walk. Mariella sat next to him. Unsure what will happen next.

Colin said, "She fights drugs as much as possible, so it is not easy to keep her asleep. As you can see, the black velvet concentration in her blood had to be really strong for her to sleep. We are trying to come up with a better solution."

Number one, was quiet, thinking and then he said, " I might have an idea. It will give her nutrition and keep her asleep. I have still left a sedative bump from our wedding and I can make more."

Number two grunted. He had just put one bag of potent cocktail to drip; he stroked Mimi, looking at her tenderly, and did not even look at Mariella. Mariella was unsure if should she say anything. She had a strange need inside her, and it was something she had never felt or read.