14. Starman.

As Damon left the room, I sat on the bed and I had been thinking about what Damien said. As creepy as it had sounded, he had been a part of my life too because, to him, I would always be a baby to Damon, Mimi. Yes, he has called me baby now and then, but it's more Mimi than the baby.

Then the men left, and Mariella came to me. She sat down next to me in another chair and said, " Mimi, what's going on between you two? You were doing so well, and then..."

I looked at Mariella and said, " I just learned that Damon treats me well when he needs something from me, like puppies. We had a big fight after puppy time, and I got the truth in my face. I don't want to fall into the same trap. He doesn't want me, not as a wife, but as a puppy machine. Besides, he doesn't know how bad it is for me to lie there for six weeks in sedation, liver full of platinum, helpless to do anything, and having put me there himself. "

Mariella furrowed her brows and said to me, "Now tell me the whole thing from the beginning, so I know a little bit about where to unload Damon. Why is it so bad for you to be sedated by him?"

I looked at her for a moment and said, "If I show you my memories, my feelings that I haven't shared with Damon, can I trust they won't go straight to the Lord? Because I don't want him to know."

Mariella frowned and said, " Why not? Damon can help. "

I sighed deeply, thought for a moment, and said, " Because then he will get the better of me. He can use those memories, those feelings against me, and he will. Did Damon say anything that Damien did to him or talked to him?"

I thought a minor distraction might be in order.

Mariella shook her head and said, " No, he said nothing. Why, was there something then?"

I looked Mariella in the eye and said, "Damien used holy water on Damon, copper birch. And then he said to him I'll always be baby and always will be, but to Damon, I'm Mimi. That's one thing I think is a problem in our husband's head, and I don't even bother to go into how that phrase makes me feel all the time. Damien has a real obsession with me, being programmed and getting me into Stockholm syndrome, and having me as his own. He told us about those links and there had been something else before I got there. I just sensed it, but Damon was in terrible shape and then he jellied him with panic pharmaceuticals. I guess Damon is unsure what feelings toward me are his and what are Damien's."

Mariella was silent and whispered, " The platinizing, the sedation, tell me. Show me. Why it is so bad? You are just very sleepy and maybe disoriented."

Fine. Then, let Salvatore see how to get the better of me. 

I said to Mariella, " Are you sure? This is a nasty feeling, and the memories I am sending are from when I was created, where this all started. Damon has never seen these memories, gotten these feelings, seeing this stuff. This is just shit that I have in my mind. Like I have all the shed sessions crystal clear in my memory, every bad experience, even though you know, I've stuffed them in that coffin, so my mind is what it is. It just wants me to remember. My memory is more than photographic, it is so sharp that each time I reminisce about something, I actually live it again. "

Then I sent the memories, the feelings, the helplessness. The bubble, the tests, the feeling of dying almost. Then it was time to show her how it felt to be sedated when they had heat, my powerlessness. Also, the pain in my liver, the helplessness, and the knowledge that I knew how Damon had adjusted my panels and not fixed them. Mariella clearly processes emotions, pain, and feelings.

She finally sighed and said, " No wonder your relationship is strained. Damon doesn't know you at all. But that will change when we join your wills. You will need to be put into a deep coma, thus need to panic pharmaceuticals, but we will get you a nice secure room to recover from those.. and then we will get to your nightmares, and Damon will finally be able to help you. You wouldn't believe how long he's wanted to get rid of the nightmares. Likewise, that coffin is leaving now, and I'm going to make you tanks where that black shit accumulates, and I'm going to take those tanks and clean them myself. They're a source of clean energy and emotion. You'll see, but for now, Mimi, we're gonna start unloading your rage. "

Mariella came up to me, lifted me, and started kissing me wildly. Fine. Then we unload the rage in bed, apparently. I was not sure if I could do it. Sex was never been a rage release for me. We spun for a while, and then she knocked me down on the bed, went on top of me, and took control of my arms. She used to energy to bind me. Then she got off me, and I felt myself chained to the bed. Mariella disappeared for a moment somewhere, and I thought that soon Mr. Salvatore would be there again, Master.

Then Mariella came back. it had taken maybe a quarter of an hour or so. She was wearing a tight purple vinyl dress, a whip hanging from her hips, high-heeled boots, heavy makeup, and her hair down.

She came up to me and said, " Welcome to the mistress session, Mimi."

Then she put some crystals under the bed, big and small. Pretty much it seems she thinks she's going to get a rage out of it. Well, we'll see.

My skin tingled after she had stripped me naked with magic. Soon, the tingling turned into an annoying itch, and I got irritated.

Mariella came up to me and said, " Very good. What do you think of my little energy? Isn't it irritating? I've tried it on myself, and it didn't take long before I was absolutely furious. Let's see how long you take, Mimi."

Fine, yes, I can take it. I kept myself under control. Then, the energy started to move and surge, and I got even more irritated.

Mariella said, " Just take your rage out and see if it helps you take it any better. Go on."

I took another ten minutes, and then I let my rage come out just enough to tolerate it, and Mariella turned up the energy so that I had to take out more of my rage. It took time and that damn energy just got so much irritating that I needed more rage to cope. Finally, she turned off the energy, and I felt my rage dripping deep down into the well. She had gotten quite a lot of my rage, but I knew it was a renewable source, so my rage well would be full soon enough.

Then Mariella started to flogger me. She was teasing me. I guess this was a time for honey after that goddamn vinegar, that damn energy, and put a stimulant in my cunt. She changed into her cat form and ate my cunt so hard that I came with sustained fire all the time. By the end, I was exhausted and tired. So many explosive orgasms that I was spent utterly. 

Mariella said, " Now you will soon be able to rest as we combine your wills and take the nightmares away from you. Then it might be time for a sex holiday and some puppy time, this time with you too. "

She released me from the shackles and teleported me to one bedroom. It was a replica of Arizona's bedroom, and I could still remember the immense indignation that came when I had to share my room with a stranger. 

Damon said, " I could see it in your face, Mimi. You weren't so good at covering yourself up then. But now, I will come next to you and hold you, and you will fall asleep in peace. I will be in your mind the whole time, and there will be nothing to worry about. You just fall asleep. "

I didn't even notice that Damon was in the room. He was sitting on a chair, in the corner, in the shadows. I could not see his face so clearly.

He asked, " Why did you unpack all our rooms? We could have had a room. We're still married, you know."

I looked at Damon. I was tired and couldn't be strong and invincible anymore. It was time again to tell the bitter truth. 

I said, " I didn't want to be alone in those rooms. And yet, I would have had to be. New beginnings, fresh winds. Too many memories. I needed to fresh start too. "

Damon came up next to me and said, " What Damien said, that baby shit, it digs me, you know. What if..." his voice was strained. 

I continued to finish his sentence, " Your feelings for me are not your own. "

He sighed and said, " One fucking sentence, and it all falls apart completely, but now just go to sleep. It'll be fine."

I lay on the bed, naked still, and he came next to me, wrapped himself around me, and although it was familiar, I didn't fall asleep. At least not right away, and I knew that what broke during that year was my trust in Damon, the kind of deep fundamental trust that was needed for this. And I didn't know if I'd ever get it back. He was no longer my ultimate safety. Not anymore. That role belonged to Charles. 

Damon held Mimi in his arms the same way he had held her countless times before. But he felt she wasn't falling asleep like she used to when he was still Mimi's protector, someone she could trust. There was no trust between them anymore. He had done it, severed one more bond between them.

He reached by the nightstand and grabbed the syringe to his hand, put the numbing energy into Mimi's arm, pushed the needle into her muscle, and pressed the plunger. Mimi would feel nothing, not for him, not that needle. She just was in his arms, not falling asleep, not naturally. His heart was breaking, or it was already so damn broken and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to be the pack leader now.

He knew that joining their wills would help the pack immensely, and he knew they would have to clean the nightmares out of Mimi's head. Damon just wasn't sure if he wanted to look at Mimi's head. He remembered how hollow Mimi had been. Shattered. And now she had this shell and an attitude. It was almost like she still hated him, despised him on some level and what would the future bring, he had no idea.

Damon could feel Mimi sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep. He was in Mimi's mind the whole time. He could feel Mimi's mind sinking deep into hiding. She was in a state where she could not resist at all. Soon, it would be done. He would get Mimi transferred to the medbay and administer the drug cocktail. He wished he didn't have to, but they couldn't get to Mimi's will otherwise. For the good of the Pack, Mimi had to suffer once again.

He teleported them to Medbay and was now focused on the task at hand. Now was not the time for emotions. Then, sometime later. Mimi was put to bed, and Damon cannulated her. He went to the medicine cabinet and made a potent cocktail of eight medically inducing panic drugs. Quite a hefty dose, as she was damn strong, so this cocktail had to be strong. Damon remembered the feeling of panic and the need to hide what he had had and he hated to put Mimi in that position.

He watched Mimi for a moment, put the syringe into the cannula, and pressed the plunger. He had just more or less poisoned his wife, but the interests of the pack demanded it. He hoped that this would be worth it, and maybe he could then help her chop these drugs off faster once this was done. 

He and Mariella walked over to the other bed to lie on top of each other, and Damon took them to Mimi's mind. Everything was white again. Mimosa came and shook the pack of mini Mimosas into motion again. They had herb bunches around their necks, courtesy of Shadow and her herb powers, and Damon and Mariella put on a searching energy that would find Mimi's will.

They followed it, and again, nothing but a wall. Everything was white and the bright white wall in front of them had no mark that there was a door there. 

Damon pressed his hand against the wall and concentrated. Mimi was no match for him now. Maybe if he hadn't put her in a very deep coma with the drug cocktail then, but not now. Finally, the door formed, and they went inside.

This was a huge, dark chamber. There was a palpable force in the air, the power of Mimi's will, and Damon noticed that. He put energy balls in the air so the place would light up. Bright balls of light floated up and illuminated this space. An enormous pool was in the middle of the chambers, and Damon felt Mimi's will there.

He went to the chamber and looked. It was dark red, white, and pink. There were lots of different colors. It was like gazing into stars, and Damon noticed it was pretty mesmerizing and he had focus in order to act. Mimi's will tried to distract him.

Damon summoned the will to himself and it lazily stood up, pulled by Damon's telekinesis. He used a combination of spells and energy to pull that will to him. He began to absorb it into himself, merging it with his own, and at the same time, he drained his own will into the chamber, and it, too, began to merge. There was so much will in that pool but as his will merged, that will change. Mariella came up beside him and gave energy. Damon now took Mariella's will and combined it with this one. Soon, he took the wills of all and combined them.

Then he divided the brand new and fucking strong will thus born among all. He left in the chamber Mimi's part and it was maybe one-fifth that it had been. Taking for himself the most of it. Number two got the next big lot, then Adam, Charles, Mimi, Mariella, and Wolves got the least, but it was enough for them. He needed the most as He was the leader of the pack.

The new will was now dark purple with gold and black. It was Salvatore's will. He could feel this will, and it made him feel like a god, almost. It gave him the feeling that everything was possible for him to do. 

They exited the chamber, and Damon knew the next job was actually going to be harder. But it had the advantage that Mimi was still in a very deep coma. She was constantly given a very strong anesthetic drip that would keep her anesthetized for several days. She was in as deep a coma as it was possible without her straps getting too cranky, too badly. It would take time for her to recover from this.

They went looking for the Minimimos and found them barking at yet another wall. Damon now used his new willpower, and the door became easier to see. They were ready for this and number two was quite impressed by her mind. He had not perceived her this powerful, but now the truth was revealed to him too. 

Damon was surprised at how fucking strong this power inside Mimi had been. She really had been a power battery. The door opened, and another dark place opened. Mariella was now putting the energy in, her energy balls illuminated the place. And here was the coffin.

The place was dimly lit despite the power of those balls. It was like all the nightmares and bad stuff sucked the light out and pushed this oppressive darkness. Mariella approached the coffin. It was just so much bigger than Mariella remembered, but then again, everything that had happened.

She said, "I'll take care of that coffin; you look into these nightmares away."

Damons nodded and went to help the Minimimos, who were tearing the nightmares to shreds and pieces. Number one was destroying them, and it seemed like an endless job. Number two did the same, and they worked fast and efficiently, but there were so much so nightmares to be destroyed and Damon was not sure that there would not be more of them, but this would help her a lot. 

Mariella took the coffin and all its contents for herself. It became hundreds of large tanks of thick black goo, similar to what Damon had now learned to bite into her. She would clean it all, and it would become a hell of a lot of pure, raw energy and emotions. She'd get the good stuff, but it would take time, and she had her work cut out for her now. She, too, went to help with the nightmares and memories. There were all the shed sessions, and Damons was destroying them with such enthusiasm and speed that she didn't even have time to deal with them.

She sighed when she realized what her sweet husband was actually doing. Damon was taking each shed session into his head, intending to look them over. Mariella knew she would have to be naughty again and delete them because it was not Damon's place to look at them. Number two had been wiser, and he was just destroying, not copying them, but then again what Damien had said, might be one reason why Damon copied those. He wanted to see what Damien's feelings for Mimi were and what had been his. It wasn't Mimi's place to be the victim. And in those, Mimi was the victim.

They cleaned Mimi's head for 32 hours and removed a ridiculous pile of shit, but there wasn't a single dead flea or trace of that year, no matter how hard Damon had searched. He knew Mimi had a cache of memories somewhere, a vault or some hiding place where there was so much evil you could never imagine. He knew that this would help but not get rid of nightmares for good. They would come back and then this might be done again. 

They made Mimi a padded dark room with a cave. Damon knew what the medicine would make her feel like, and the hardest part was getting Adam and Charles to understand that they couldn't yet give her a close treatment. She was way too volatile state and despite Charles being her security, this was a safer option besides he did not want to strengthen the bond between Mimi and Charles but he would use this opportunity to try to assert himself as safety again when Mimi was not able to think logically but she was driven by her instincts more or less and Damon hoped those instincts would recognize him as safety.