30. Don't Cry For Me, Argentina.

Charles lay in bed with Mimi in his arms, stroking her, sniffing her hair now and then, hoping for some sign that Mimi was waking up. They'd been doing this for two weeks, and now their miracle cure wasn't working. Charles sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the smell of Mimi's rose. She felt so fragile and limp in his arms, like a doll and he hoped that she would make a sound, move, something, but nothing happened.

Mimi rested comfortably in Charles' embrace, her presence bringing him a sense of tranquility. As he held her, Charles's thoughts wandered casually, pondering whether Mimi had recently switched on her shower gel or laundry detergent. The scent of roses eluded his memory, replaced by the fragrance of apple blossoms or the mingling aroma of a meadow, a gift from Damon to accommodate Mimi's delicate skin.

Curiosity piqued, Charles inhaled deeply, searching for the source of the captivating scent. It didn't emanate from Mimi's hair; instead, it enveloped him like a mild and invigorating summer breeze, as it always did. Mimi's limited choices in products meant Damon had been the one to provide her with shampoo and shower gel.

Charles couldn't quite identify the specific scent, but he associated it with Mimi, a scent he adored. It blended harmoniously with her pheromones, interweaving with the essence of strawberries, flickering candles, and the fragrance of a blooming meadow in the summer. He could almost envision the warmth of the sun in that scent.

Her vampire nature added a layer to her aroma, akin to a burning candle exuding a warm and opulent fragrance. Charles had learned to discern when the scent sharpened slightly, showing her thirst for blood. Despite her self-control, she seldom sought help or indulged in feeding.

Charles considered it an honor whenever Mimi chose him as her source, though it happened infrequently. Initially, it had been challenging for him to allow someone to drink from his veins, but time had taught him valuable lessons, deepening their bond. As she drew the lifeblood from his vein, he savored the taste of her in return.

Her blood, the most potent and alluring elixir Charles had ever consumed, compelled him to resist draining her. Her powers lived within her blood, making it an irresistible temptation. Occasionally, Mimi displayed mischievous tendencies, adding an intriguing complexity to their connection.

Despite his musings, Charles remained fixated on the elusive scent of roses. It didn't linger on Mimi's clothes or skin, leaving him puzzled as to its origin. Determined to solve the mystery, he kept Mimi close, allowing his mind to wander as the intoxicating aroma of roses danced in his nostrils, lulling him into a state of near-slumber. Just as he drifted off, Adam entered the room, signaling that it was time for Charles to attend to his own needs, including a shower and a meal. After all, he had been by Mimi's side for a continuous eight hours, a testament to their unbreakable connection. 

Reluctantly, he disengaged from her, feeling a pang of sadness as he moved away. She remained limp, unresponsive to his departure.

As Adam approached the bed, peeling off his shirt, Charles spoke up, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Have you noticed the delicate fragrance of roses surrounding Mimi? I cannot pinpoint its source - not in her bedding, clothes, hair, or skin. Perhaps you can unravel this mystery."

Adam furrowed his brows, nodding in contemplation. After a few minutes, he grunted, breaking the silence. "Well, to my knowledge, she doesn't use any rose-scented products. However, she occasionally adds a hint of sauna rose fragrance to her steam water. But when was the last time she went to the sauna?"

Charles shrugged, his gaze drifting away as he walked off towards the shower, leaving his shirt behind. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, his hopes for a sign or a breakthrough dwindling. Uncertain of how long she would sleep and what Damon had revealed, months had passed last time when Constantine had used some of those drugs on her.

Meanwhile, Adam observed Charles, yawning, entering the adjacent room to cleanse himself. Stripping off his shirt, he yearned to hold his wife close, yearning for a miracle or any semblance of improvement. The scent of roses wafted through the air, growing stronger. Approaching Mimi's bedside, he cradled her gently, lifting her slightly so their faces were almost touching.

Serene, her eyes remained shut, encircled by dark shadows. Fragile and wearied, even in her deep slumber, Adam sensed that her rest was far from restful. The aroma of roses intensified, enveloping him, yet fatigue consumed him. His mind wandered, weariness seeping into every fiber of his being. Yawning, he surrendered to slumber, letting his eyes close as he drifted away.

A couple of hours later, Charles checked on him, finding Adam snoring softly beside Mimi. Initially, he had entered to inquire about the origin of the rose scent, but Adam had succumbed to a deep sleep in the middle of the day. Softly, Charles tried to rouse him, speaking in hushed tones, but he remained oblivious, snoring without stirring.

Charles, now perplexed, marveled at how Adam could sleep so soundly, undisturbed by the world. Drawing nearer, he shook Adam's shoulder, urging him to wake. Yet he remained unresponsive, lost in slumber. Once again, the potent fragrance of roses enveloped Charles, causing dizziness to creep upon him.

He sniffed more closely, and he pinpointed it finally. It was Mimi's breath that smelled. The dizziness got worse, and he shook his head. As Charles moved away from the bed, opened the window, and breathed for a while, fresh air, his dizziness disappeared, but his teeth ached. Charles understood now.

The drug or several of them was in Mimi's lungs, so she was almost breathing anesthetic gas on her exhalation. Charles took Mimi away from Adam and waited for Adam to wake up. He moved her to another room, not breathing, so he would not get that scent of roses in his lungs.

He returned to Adam as he had moved Mimi to the other room and put air-conditioning faster in there while keeping her covered up so she would not get cold. Adam was sleepy, waking up in a bed at first, and said, " Where's Mimi? What are you doing?"

Charles was opening the window for a while here too, letting fresh air aerate the room, getting rid rest of the rose smell. He had collectors to his fangs, and he was draining something out of them.

Charles looked at Adam and said, "Mimi's breath smells like a rose, and it's also sedating. You've been asleep for an hour since I took the anesthetic machine off you. She has moved to another room and I have air conditioning there. As you can see, my teeth are reacting, but I don't know what this stuff is and how it should be administered."

Adam groaned, getting his mind cleared, finally then sat up and said, " Ask Mariella. I'm sure she can tell you what that stuff is you're doing?" He stretched. He was hoping that this would be the breakthrough that they had been hoping for. 

Charles said to Mariella through the pack bonds," Sorry to bother you, but as you are my protector and see my dentals, can you answer one little question? Can you tell me what my teeth are doing? Since you are a savior as well, can you see anything, or do I have to bring you a sample?"

Mariella was surprised by this contact and she had been learning how to cook. She had not gotten men to fuck as much as she had hoped, instead they wanted to do something and so she had come up with making them teach her how to cook and bake. She had hoped for some news from Adam and Charles, so she was a moment silent and looked up from Charles's radar. He was doing something, but she could not tell what.

So she needed to smell that stuff and see why, so she answered and said, "I'll be there in a minute. Wait just a second. Where are you? I need to smell that stuff you are pouring out." 

Charles said, "This is linked to the portal room. We are here at the new Australian ranch. I thought it would be nice for Mimi to wake up here, but there are new things to consider. We just found out a few things that might help us."

Mariella was silent. She thought she should go but should she tell anything about this new thing to Damon, who was eager to hear any news from Mimi, and then said, " So what? Well, I'll come over, and you can tell me."

Mariella went over to Damon and said, "I'll see Charles quickly. They've found something about Mimi. I'll tell you if it's something we can do."

Damon nodded, he had hope in his gaze, and said, " Fine, come back quickly, and the cooking school will continue."

Damon had taken it upon himself to find something to do. They both had to teach Mariella how to cook and bake. Damon knew Mimi would be an excellent teacher or Mimi would have a lot of knowledge, but this might not be teaching. Whatever Charles or Adam had found, Damon hoped that somehow Mimi would be awakened. He wanted her to wake up. He wanted to tell her he loved her too and that promise had been a lie. He had been too cruel and not meant a word he had said. 

Mariella entered the portal room, her eyes widening at the sight before her. The place was an exquisite masterpiece, captivating her senses. She longed to share this enchanting discovery with both Damons, urging them to explore with the entire pack. Outside, she observed the wolves frolicking and playing, their joyful energy filling the air. She realized these lustful creatures were capable of more than just fucking incessantly.

The vast yard stretched before her, meticulously maintained, adorned with majestic eucalyptus trees standing tall and proud in the distance. Mariella yearned to venture into the forest, to inhale the earthy scent of the trees, and to caress their rough bark.

As Charles joined her upstairs, Mariella's previous thoughts dissipated. Her desire for him surged, her body pulsating with raw lust. Charles stood before her, his attire consisting only of damp jeans clinging to his sculpted form. His muscles glistened, teasingly damp, rippling beneath his flawless skin. The low-hanging jeans tempted her, almost revealing his proud and eager manhood. Mariella imagined removing those jeans, taking his cock into her mouth, and savoring his masculine essence. Her arousal heightened, clear in her moistness.

Unaware of her carnal thoughts, Charles held a jar in his hand, its contents a thick, dark green substance. He gazed into Mariella's eyes, his chocolate orbs captivating her completely. She felt herself melting into his gaze. Charles passed the jar to Mariella, who cautiously sniffed the substance, instantly recognizing its purpose.

"Splicers for sedatives," she said, her voice laced with intrigue. "Lots of them. But this one needs to be inhaled as a mist. How did you come across this?"

Mariella noticed that Charles' mockers were rough, the universal mockers as if his teeth had sensed something and done what they could, but Mariella suspected that either she or Damon would get that formula just right, but she would have to find the remedy. So there was hope, and she hoped that whatever means Charles had gotten his teeth to react, it could be done again, so she or Damon could refine those splicers. And maybe make more of them. 

Charles said, "I started wondering yesterday when Mimi smells like a rose. Where does the smell come from? Well, it's not from the hair. It's not from the skin and the answer was in her breath, and here's a little twist. Adam took Mimi next to him, a little higher than usual, so her face was against his and Mimi's breathing put Adam to sleep. I tried to wake him but no, he slept so deeply that when I noticed it and moved the living anesthetic machine away from Adam and opened the window, Adam slept for another hour. She is sleeping in another room with an air conditioning unit and we are not going near her. "

Mariella sighed and realized. 

Fucking Damien. this was not the good news that she was hoping for. Well, the good news was that they could do something about this, but the bad news was they would have tortured Mimi. The only way to get the drugs out was with a CPAP mask. Normal oxygen masks would not get splicers deep enough, but they would have to blow in her lungs with pressure. The mask would have to cover her mouth, too. Now, there would be no problem at first, yet Mariella suspected Mimi would start waking up surprisingly quickly, and the treatment would have to be continued.

Mariella said, "I'm going to have a sniff at her too and see how my teeth are doing too, but I can already warn you straight away that this will not be easy or comfortable for anyone. Mimi has to be tortured with a CPAP mask because it's the only way to get the drug eliminated from her every time it seeps into her lungs. Damien has designed it that way. A normal oxygen mask won't do it. This stuff is thick, and it has to penetrate deep into her lungs, so it has to be put there by pressure and a full-face CPAP mask. "

Charles was silent and then led Mariella into one of the downstairs bedrooms, where an air conditioner had been brought in. He opened the door and moved away so Mariella could get in.

Mimi lay motionless in her bed, her pale complexion and exhausted appearance clear even in her sleep. The room was filled with a faint scent of roses, detected by Mariella's incredibly sensitive nose. Memories flooded her mind of Damon, revealing his ability to sense the effects of Horror Four's metallic elements on Mimi, particularly when her breath carried the fragrance of honey.

The mere scent of Mimi's breath made Mariella feel lightheaded, prompting her to hastily leave the room. However, she had captured the scent and her mind raced to find a solution. Damon's presence lingered in her thoughts, his eagerness clear.

Mariella's teeth suggested three different treatment options, all to be administered via a CPAP machine. She knew the drugs resisted breakdown, but Mimi could fight it off, even with the slightest chip. Therefore, Mariella concluded Mimi must endure panic for as long as possible.

The risk of putting her to sleep was too great, as the reaction to the drugs remained unknown. The sedatives would leave traces in her bloodstream, requiring constant monitoring. Perhaps they could introduce something intravenously to further break down these substances.

Mariella had already shared all her thoughts with Damons, and together they teleported to Australia, sniffing out for any potential solutions. They both offered three additional remedies, bringing the total number of substances to be addressed to nine. Charles' mockers added another layer of complexity. Adam and Mimosa also contributed to the collective effort. This was a collaborative endeavor, but it was clear that the path ahead would be far from pleasant for anyone involved.

Damon brought the machine, equipped with a tightly fitting mask to be placed on Mimi's face. The drug would be delivered directly into her lungs through a small tube positioned between her teeth. Damon couldn't help but recall the magnetic cubes used by Damien. He hoped Mimi would remain asleep for as long as possible, giving them a chance to intervene. 

They put the substances in the machine and turned the machine on. Thick mist flooded into her lungs, making her breathing slow and steady, but it would not be in her control at all. Machine made her breathe in and out like that and it would be awful for her to awake and fight back at that.

Charles sat next to Mimi the whole time, trying to watch for her to wake up and then be present. He kept her hands on his. Damon knew Charles was no help in the panic, but he didn't bother to say anything about it. Let Cornick learn his lesson.

They kept the machine on all the time so that the maximum amount of medicine would be cleared before Mimi woke up because then they couldn't keep the machine on all the time. She would have to have some relief from the machine, but they would have to use as much as possible and keep those pauses short. 

Damon wanted to destroy Damien, and when Adam told him where the victims that Mimi and the fleas were interrogating were, Damon went to do a little unloading. He did not know the whereabouts of all the victims, but there were 36 of them. Fleas had been interrogating them. And kept them imprisoned. Adam and Charles had approved it, and Damon wanted to see them. 

He went into the warehouse and one by one he mercilessly penetrated their minds with everything he could use, and he dug out everything he could find, taking in all the information and often getting memories of what each had done to Mimi. Then he tore them apart with his own hands. Those memories had been more than enough and he did not want any of them to survive, and more so, 23 of them worked actively with Damien, so this was also what he wanted to do. 

He was shredding them, so long as there was nothing left of the victim but a bloody pulp. He told them with a chilling voice just before he unleashed his fury on them they would die. By his hands. And then he moved on to the next victim. He wanted everyone to see what he did.

And his rage only intensified when he realized how many people Damien had been in contact with and what he told about these torturers about Mimi. how he had told them how to capture her, how to make sure that fleas would not survive if they attacked the facility, and how much he would pay for her. 

Eventually, the whole warehouse was full of mangled victims, and Damon loaded up a spell and set the warehouse on fire. He didn't bother leaving the victims to be found when they couldn't be identified. He was doing what he set out do to, killing all of those bastards. He teleported back to the ranch in Australia. 

When Damon returned, Mimi was just beginning to show signs of waking up. Charles was now reportedly with Mimi all the time. Charles was worried about her when she moved and sighed from time to time.

Damon went to check on the situation and said, "It's nothing to worry about yet. She's still asleep. She's just coming out of it a bit more, a day or two then. But we can still go on."

Mariella didn't ask questions, and Damon said nothing as he took Mariella into one bedroom and fucked her senseless. He was not taking now number two with them, but let him be with wolves, who got a good run with him. Then he told Mariella everything, showed her everything. Mariella sighed and stroked Damon, who was lying almost on her.

She knew how Damon's telepathy sometimes worked against him. When you hear and see things that are not good for you, now they need a moment to decompress before the entire pack begins the torturous phase called the torture of Mimi.

Damon told of how he used a CPAP machine in the shed almost all the time and of Mimi's incredible panic about it. And how Damien has continued to do the same, so they were in for a truly agonizing time. How it was the worst torture machine for her and this had been so planned from the start by Damien. He truly hated him. He did not see him as his brother, as no one that evil was his family.