Damon loves Mariella very much, which is why he cast the spell. Not for me, but for the remainder of the group. To alleviate their guilt. I realized that our relationship, if we ever had one, had deteriorated to the point where what he thought he felt for me was no longer love.
And, for me, I was jaded, had been through too much, and had seen too much to be Mariella. I knew what I had to do, and the only thing left was to figure out what I was going to do after this. As I probed my darkness, feeling it awaken as it felt my rage and hatred, it felt so seductive, promising me a few good ideas, and since there would be little for me in this pack, those ideas seemed so damn nice to do.
And why not? I had my rights, and I was not causing harm to innocent people here; instead, I was saving them. Oh, it would be pretty damn perfect.
My recovery progressed, and my rage against Damien reached previously unthinkable proportions. So I took action. Just because I am no longer a flea does not mean I am harmless. I've repeatedly stated that I have connections and that they will only work with me. It's pretty handy to have over three million people worshiping you, even though I wasn't actively doing the work anymore, but my story lived on, and I still had my followers.
And when I told them what nearly happened, let's just say I loaded the gun, pointed it in the right direction, and went to see what happened. I once again used everything at my disposal. Oh boy, I had a plethora of helpful people.
Let's just say Murdock, Dexter, and Magnum were not impressed, and they made a lot of stuff so Damien could feel it in his skin. My detailed encounter with what would have happened to my actual cubs was enough for Murdock to start his game, and Magnum remained silent.
He also told Higgins and so many others, and let's just say it wasn't good to be Sark or Damien around me. I had my own plans for the future, which would soon become less ideal for them as well.
It's all very well to assist the Salvatores in their rage, as well as Adam and Charles, but I was more cunning and kept my rage hidden as much as possible. And I spend time in my hamster stash. There was one minor issue with them, but it did not bother me as much as Mariella and the wolves.
I was up in Hamster Warehouse sorting through boxes when I discovered a lot of my old stuff from various houses I had, and for some reason, I sat down and opened one box; there were my old trinkets, my music player, and then various ornaments I had back in time, like one particular piece of jewelry, a pendant I had worn once or twice, but then again, I had been pretty damn frantic at the time, and I was just remembering my arousal from that time.
Hmm. Had I loaded up this pendant? To my surprise, as I reached for it, it was loaded, but not in the way I expected. I felt Damon inside, really. Number six, fine, let's make it happen.
I teleported the pendant to a nightstand near Mariella and told her calmly, "There is the next one; he may be a little eager because I wore that pendant when I needed some cock and quite fucking much, and it affects where they have been well. He is well loaded, so spread your legs."
She did not respond, but a short time later, the pendant was returned to me, now without Damon inside, and I was not sorry; it was far too late for me to be sorry, and it was time to act a little and move on with my plan as well.
I continued working on hamster storage, replaying everything bad in my life in my head, making myself even more restless, irritated, and tense; I needed to gather my belongings, catch my victims, and have some fun before letting pack witness me.
My darkness was truly awakening, as was my vampire side, and I allowed them to meet, putting me in an even more dangerous mood, a pretty damn unhinged one. Oh, it would soon be time to call Jarod again. Nope, I would call Magnum; he was one more trigger for Damon, and he would make Mariella very angry. Hmm. I had a nice angle here.
Three days later, I was sitting on my bed. I sent Jarod a message, and he told Magnum about our plan. Magnum, who was extremely loyal to me, had sworn to secrecy, and he was already thinking about how to help me control my dark side. I hear footsteps, and my smugness in pack bonds hinted to others that I have secret plans.
My door was closed, but it unexpectedly opened. Slightly. Letting my strawberry scent waft out. As the footsteps stopped, I opened my laptop. And I put Magnum online.
"Oh, hello hummingbird, what's up?" he said, and I smiled at him; he had just gotten out of the shower, shirtless, and it appeared that Jarod had given him some orders.
I responded to him, "You know, I have, well, to be honest, we are through with number one; let him keep Miss Pussy, I don't care. Sure, there are now five other salvatores, bringing the total to six. Sure, Miss Pussy wants to test drive them, but you know.."
I let my hand wander to my neck, stroking my skin.
Magnum grunted, "Oh, are you lonely? I am free if you need company."
He maintained his voice level. It has a bit of seduction to it. Someone cleared his throat; my guess was number one, and the smell of peaches and old pussy juices intensified as Mariella became upset.
Mimosa said to my mind, "Mimi, I have an inkling of what you're up to, and while it solves the problem, there's always a but."
I told Magnum, keeping my voice a little bored, that I was a fucking good actress, but I wasn't sure if I'd do some Magnum in my bed. "You know me and my rage; I need to unload. Sex has been a damn good outlet, but ever since Miss Smelly Pussy took all the men away and lied to my face about Salvatore's rage only to ensure herself an orgy, there hasn't been much action for me, and I'm not yet fully fit."
The door slammed open. This time, number five arrived, took my laptop, and spoke to Magnum in hushed tones as he walked on the other side of the room. Mariella was standing in the doorway, and Damon was bored, waiting for his set of holes to cool off before fucking some more. For him, it didn't matter if I had Magnum, but Five was interrogating Magnum because he had somehow snatched it and knew something about my plans.
It's time to step up my game. Make them back the fuck off. I let out my killer side, as well as my rage and a bit of my vampire side, by getting out of bed and looking at Damon like he was a piece of shit, and Mariella was even less of one.
It was just too bad that number two and number five both found this side of me absolutely irresistible and approached me purring and seducing.
"Do something, Damon; she is insane," Mariella demanded.
Damon said, "Let those two fuck her senseless so she might have enough brainpower left to realize it is not always wise to let everything out."
He looked at me very sharply, and I drew some air in and smiled dangerously, because this was almost comical. He was extremely scared of me.
Fine, let a little more out, making him furrow his brow and snap to two and five. "Fuck her senseless. Try to put that damn part back down; now is not the time to go on a killing spree. You have a week, and if she isn't coherent by then, I'll put her under anesthesia for an unknown duration."
I looked at Damon and said lazily, "Nope, you are afraid of me; you don't dare even touch me, let alone do anything to me, alpha female here. I can smell your fear clear enough, so why don't you take your set of holes and go fuck some more? After all, it is nothing new in our marriage; you are fucking everyone else but me because you are afraid of me or bored with me, and I do everything that needs to be done. So, packleader, you are not an alpha male, even if you are my husband. Something I no longer love because there is nothing left to love. I used to love but now realize it is futile. And it is just you, number one. Not for others; I'll just test them out to see which version(s) work best for me."
Mariella's eyes flashed with jealousy; my little speech was intended to flare up her jealousy, to ensure that she focused on getting as many salvatores under her as possible, keeping her as number one busy and allowing my little plan to succeed. It was no longer time to actually pack or share my plans.
My little quip about selecting Salvatores was a fun idea; I'm not sure if it would be feasible given her jealousy and possessiveness, as well as what I was about to do, but it was an idea at the very least; after all, I was immortal, and no one knew what the future held.
Number five said to Mariella, "Too bad you don't have this side of you; you are nothing but a set of holes and not much more, but it seems this little bitch here needs real discipline from master."
Mariella pursed her lips, but Damon, utterly indifferent as well as scared of me, teleported her away. It seemed I was about to be fucked senseless, and well, I could do some fillings for sure, and these two were almost purring at me, walking slowly and predatorily as I let my killer side out even more. Number two approached me and yanked my hands behind my back.
He pulled my hair back, exposing my neck, and purred in my ear. "Well, bitch, tell me more about this plan of yours. I guess it has something to do with Damien and this utterly perfect side of you, and you, my bitch, are going to get fucked to bits. Put this side back down, and we can have a chat about what this is all about and how the fuck we can help you, and can you help us? As an alpha female, I do not want to be a pussy slave and listen to Mariella to praise number one no matter what I do to her."
I had very little choice here because my husbands were in the mood to fuck me to bits, and what scared and almost broke my scarred heart was hints or glimpses of true and pure love for me, but I had to let it go; I needed to hate more, and for that, I let myself now enjoy, knowing what I was going to have to do, and it would most likely have long-term consequences for me.
But it was all for the bigger picture; I was once again taking a hit that others did not notice or care about. In fleas, we had these certain types of crystals, not exactly true telepathy, but enough to give a good idea of what someone was thinking because we had had some bad apples.
I had actually used them on Damon, number one, and just a few sentences and a few ideas of what I had gotten from him; it was painfully obvious he was not bothered by Damien that he saw the need to deal with him.
I'm not sure why, whether it was because of Mariella or because he was lazy or if there was some remnant of him being Salvatore, but it was clear enough that this was my hit to take; for me, taking him out for good was more important than anything.
I realized a long time ago that Damien did not pose a threat to Damon because he did not attack Mariella. So, number one didn't care if Damien aimed for me, not even before our love died; I guess our love was never there, and what he thought was love was some form of possession, or perhaps his idea of upholding our marriage vows.
In the warm dimness of this bedroom, the heady scent of our sex wafted strongly in the air, and I was lying on top of number two and partially on top of number five, allowing myself to enjoy a little longer before I had to do what was necessary to keep so many people from being hurt.
It was time for me to take the hit, and if you're wondering how I got my husbands to abandon their plan of interrogating me in favor of my plans, let's just say that when you're as strong and peculiar a vampire as I am, you have some secret abilities that can be used here.
But I did what I needed to do. Protected them from falling too deeply in love with me because that particular rabbit hole would quickly become either impossible or fucking nasty.