17.

After our incredible heat, our lives could not be just all happiness and love. Our encounter with Maggie, well, gave me a damn good boost for my vampire side and boys had to be a little careful not to rile me up too much, or else Wildcat could be made a number out of them too. We had our routine.

The boys did missions for Bran, too. Even both of them knew what he had done to me, even though I did not confess it. But they had their loyalty to him and I did not ask any questions, considering that. Charles and Adam, both of loved me truly, and it was first weird, to have someone or two of them call me, text me, or come by, just to be with me. No phone or wallet was left anywhere if I called them, no strange women answered, no sounds of sex in the background, but my fiance, who, both of them were in love with me and we were planning our wedding but just the start of them. I had just a few ideas, not too many yet.

But then I had another job in Europe, a long, demanding, and lonely one. Bran had tricked the men into partying when I went on the job. That's all right. First Portugal again and bullfighting and other mysteries, sabotage. Magnum had kept the fleas in their place, and they helped again. 

Thank god I had solo fights, no need to be the coach at the same time as save the world. I had my attitude on point, time to save the world. I had had good times so long for now, and it was payment time, obviously. For me, there can't be too long for wonderful happy times with my fiances, not, really.

There were poisonous demons here, and I thought, yeah, now I can't afford to puke for a week. Fine, we'll manage when we have to. There were poison demons in Spain, too. When I moved to France, I heard that the men had to move to a Pennsylvania mansion to take care of young children. Mimosa told me this little snippet. These would sometimes become angels, real ones, but first, they had to be made to behave.

These children were about 8 to 15 years old and so naughty as they can be, they tried to bribe the men, older ones tried to seduce, and they lied right in their faces, not behaving at all, so men had to be very creative to come up with a solution. It was often a honey-vinegar balance. Bribing worked on these very well, too. bribe must not be too big or too small, but just that what they wanted. 

This was supposedly a lesson from upstairs to the men, especially Bran, who had no interest or business working, so no partying, either. Or if they party, this would be payment for that too. 

Charles was furious. He went outside. His father had once again gotten him to fuck strange women and his excuse had been that since Charles can't fuck with Mimi, he needed to unload with random girls and he could be rough as he wanted, no need to be afraid of hurting them. Charles had not touched very many girls and after the party had been stopped by upstairs after three weeks and a busload of naughty children had been dumped on their laps, Charles had just reminded his father about actions and consequences.

He went to sit on a rock and said, " Now, if anybody up there is listening, this is getting unbearable. What the poor girl has to go through now. Why can't I be there to help? Why does she always have to fucking manage on her own? Fucking god, you don't give a fuck about anything. "

Charles started coughing and coughed out a big fur ball, made of white long fur that said, "Watch it, boy, how you talk to your god. You're going to suffer."

Charles threw the hairball into the sea and said, " You can't make me suffer any more than I'm already suffering. I'm wondering every fucking minute what Mimi's doing and in what condition she's in. Is the result of another three-month coma? Well, at least now I have teeth that might be of some use, as you don't. "

Charles started coughing up another hairball. This time, it had a date on it and an address in Austria. Charles was silent for a moment and said, " Thank you. "

Then he went inside and picked up a large container of prawns, took them to the cliff, and walked away. God took the bowl for himself with his big white paw and ate the prawns with satisfaction. Yes, he could be bribed.

It took a lot of strength to get to Europe. Fucking Satan's poison demons had got me a little something, and it was getting in the way of everything. But I couldn't afford to let that poison get me. I was saving the world, and the world came before my health or comfort. One for all, but not all for one. Never. 

Then I realized I missed my boys, my companions. We had so much fucking fun and loved doing many things during the day and then going to parties in the evening. We cooked, watched TV, talked, and even played a few board games.

I'd had company all the time for so long because I'd never been anywhere long enough to be with anyone for six months unless you count our shows, but that was years ago, and somehow I'd learned to be with someone, and again it was taken away from me.

Showing someone nice, even a partner or friend, how to be together and then ripping it away from me long enough that I'm sure I'll forget what it felt like. And I am left to be alone again.

Germany, oh, I hated these clubs so much already, and you have to keep your rage wide open to make it here. In Germany, it took me two weeks. At least there were no jungles for this gig, but there were so many fight clubs. There would be plenty of them in Asia. England, Ireland, Scotland, Belgium, Holland, and Luxembourg, now Italy would be a bit later when I would take down the mafia there.

I have to finish this gig as I didn't finish the last one. Then it would be Austria soon after Switzerland first. I was in a rage all the time, even though there weren't always clubs because the poison demons reset my healing ability to human levels, and you heal in weeks and months, not in minutes or hours. Not even Salvatore's blood helped. I had that in a few of my houses too, but it was no use. 

I'd know that my gastro implant is gone, and I can do nothing about that now. Austria would be the second most unpleasant club. I'd be there for about three weeks, depending on how I get through the clubs and the mysteries and sabotage.

Mirella was good at sabotaging men with their dicks up to go off and do a little bit of sabotage wherever she wanted. I worked my way through Switzerland and left to drive to the Austrian house at night. Here, Mimosa and I had our own thing going on when we did the gigs.

We had quite a big fenced area, and well, when I was doing the killing spree, sometimes I had to let Mimosa play a bit, and I played myself in wolf form, catching my victims and taking them to the enclosure. It was always at night, and the rules were clear: if the victim were alive in the morning, he would get away. Then I went and changed form and started playing.

But now would not be the time for this. I do remember how disapproving Damon had almost been once I showed him this. But then, once he got to play too, he had on the game too. He had let his vampire side play and feed, not Damien. Well, probably because he'd rather have spent two weeks in the shed with the victims. I drove to the Austrian house, parked my car, went inside, and took a bath. Here I hadn't taken Adam or Charles, for that matter. There were only bittersweet old memories for me, but I was focused on my gig. Not on memory lane visitation.

I'd have a mystery and sabotage tour in the morning, and in the evening, the dick clubs would start. Oh, that hurt pretty damn badly. All the wounds still hurt when I got in the bath, but I knew the cleaning would be in place. I did have some bandages with me, though.

I managed to dry myself off and put on a clean bandage. Some wounds were festering, but for now, I didn't start planning an antibiotic for myself. Because when I did make my stuff, it didn't work very well. Mirella tried to improve the formula, but no. My teeth did not understand me. Not at all. Mirella could not make my formulas work on me.

It would be another one to deal with without the pinching in my stomach. I had a hard time remembering to eat again, but we're not stressing about the unnecessary now. We're moving on. I got dressed and felt my rage flare up inside my head like a fireball. It burned off everything, leaving me only steel hard focus on what was to come. No problem with anything. Everything will get done. I didn't even think about what shape I'd be in after the gig or what would even happen.

Charles was ready. Mimi would come here to do some sabotage, and he would be there to meet her and walk her through the rest of the gig. He figured the implant had broken again, and his future wife wouldn't remember to eat, but that's why he was there now. He would take care of her and get more help on this gig, too. 

Damon had never insisted on going to any missions on fleas, and if he had been to any gigs, it was good not to be unreliable. He would show Mimi that he was not Damon. He is anything but Damon. He saw when Mimi came on, it would be showtime.

I'd been at this gig for three months, and I knew how fucking much there was to do; luckily, the rage helped me to always focus on what was right. I would have to go and do sabotage at the Russian embassy; I had a tin of serpentine and toilet paper shreds with me, eggs, and whatever I was working on. This was a kind of old building and it would be good to sabotage it as there were not many cameras here. 

Mirella and Mimosa were on the other side of Austria doing wanker jobs and disrupting traffic. I would go to most of these clubs alone because they wouldn't get to the house immediately. They would be in a hotel.

I turned around the corner to get into the yard of the embassy. A guy was standing in the courtyard of the embassy, and it was like a smack in my chest because he looked so much like Charles, but soon he would turn around, and the illusion would fade, except it wasn't an illusion.

The wind brought the smell of apples and I got closer.

Charles turned to look at me, he smiled, came at me, hugged me tightly, and said, " Honey, I'm here to help you now for the rest of the gig. Fine young lady, it looks like we have to get one little rage under control first because you're not watching out for anything when your rage is blocking everything, but honey, there's nothing to worry about now."

I said, " How are you ... shouldn't you be taking care of those kids too?"

Charles smiled and said, " After I kind of fucked upstairs, I got myself up here to help you, and it looks like you could use the help. "

I started to build a sabotage case, and Charles helped. I kept my rage on, focused on the job at hand, and not dared to trust that he would be here all the time. 

He said, " Fine, I'll put your rage down after this job, you understand? I'll take care of the club tonight. I know you don't have anything here tonight, but the club and this embassy, so we'll go to the house, and I'll check you out because you smell like shit. And the rage will be put down. It's non-negotiable."

He looked at me sharply, dominantly even. 

We did the sabotage together, and I knew there was no point in going around explaining why my rage was on display, but when these men don't always listen, you have to show them. We went to the house, and I managed to avoid Charles's touch long enough for him not to feel my bandages. Now, if I could just keep him occupied, it was not a time for therapy.

Charles gazed at me as we entered the house.

He said, "Medbay, come on."

I then went to the medbay and had to undress. Charles said nothing as he looked at my bandages. He opened one of them, looked at it a bit, and put it back. 

He said, " Now I understand a couple of things. Where is that smell coming from, and then why are you keeping your rage open, poison demons, I believe? "

I nodded.

Charles said, " Sit there. I'm going to call Samuel for some treatment instructions. "

Oh fuck, soon the whole world will know. So I sat there, though I pulled the sheet around me because it was a pretty cold medbay.

Twenty minutes went by, and when Charles came back and said," Fine, let's see if my teeth say anything. I just need to bite into a jar and put it in the analyzer so you know I'm not going to put you to sleep. "

He opened one of my wounds and almost immediately took the jar and started pouring apple green, and I could smell the velvet quite clearly. What is it with all men and putting me to sleep when I'm wounded? I don't understand.

Charles bit into about ten good-sized jars of his apple-green velvet. That's all he came up with.

He cleaned and dressed my wounds and said, "Samuel will go to a pharmacy somewhere and prescribe for you a different kind of dressing, but the poison will last as long as it lasts because my teeth won't do anything but velvet."

I nodded, and we went to eat.

In the evening, Charles went to the club after he first put my rage down, and he about promised me to sleep if the rage didn't hold down. He came in tired in the morning, took a shower, and went somewhere in the room to sleep. I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept during the whole gig, I tried, but the bloody nightmares, I don't need to sleep, I can manage without.

Charles wouldn't let me go to any fight clubs until my wounds healed, and they weren't healing that fast. Charles was treating my wounds every day. Samuel had got special bandages, and I was under control. We did Italy. It took five weeks because the mafia took their time, and only after that in Romania and Bulgaria and so on I was allowed to go to clubs, but under control and rage control if there was damage that didn't heal, then Charles would do the clubs. Charles slept next to me every night and put me to bed at the same time. He had noticed the second night I wandered around the house at night.

The show progressed under Charles' leadership, and Mimosa had a new idol. Charles. He was so perfect and lovely. Adam was calling every few days. It had taken them 4 months to get the children or young people to learn, and then they had a party where the widowed Salvatore had come.

The Lord had slowly killed his wife in the shed, enjoying the same method as my debilitation. Then the lord had gone on to slaughter quite a fuckload of vampire women, just such dominant ones. Samuel had asked that if I had any more problems, Salvatore's teeth would be at work. Charles smiled at the thought. He said I would become a Cornick.

He even toyed with the idea of marrying Adam and forcing him to be a Cornick. Men, men, men. We'd already put the Russian mafia in their place, and the job had taken another year, with about three more months in India and China, long and demanding jobs, but we had Charles.

He was fucking Mimosa without any hindrance because it wasn't forbidden, so enthusiastically that just as our gig was ending, Mimosa got in heat. I went to the New Jersey mansion, and I thought it was strange to be okay after the Europe gig. I thought about how much time had passed, and Damon and I had been separated for over two years.

Amazing, and now that Mimosa's heat would be over, and unless I banged mine on, then somewhere in between, there would be a wedding. I was expecting a normal wedding, a day of eating and dancing with these two gorgeous people.