Then it was time for my little plan's phase three: asking Damon to join us, and hopefully taking his place as vampire daddy. I was sitting nearby, my own belly quite full since I had fed a lot from her before getting the kids here. I watched proudly as my kids happily fed and tasted Mariella's hot blood, making her shudder in a never-ending orgasm that kept her prisoner.
I contacted Damon via Hivemind and asked, "Damon, are you free? I have a little situation going on that you have more expertise in than I do, and I could use your help. But it's a delicate matter since the kids—the eldest ones—are involved. If you're not in the mood for diplomacy, just tell me; I'm sure some Salvatore can assist us too."
I kept my voice neutral, revealing little about what was happening. I could feel him digging into my mind, finding certain parts of me more awake than they should be, which made him tense slightly.
Finally, he said, "Fine, baby, I'm coming. Don't worry, I'll handle the kids and whatever you're cooking up. Then we can address that unruly vampire part that seems to have its own plans."
She did have her own plans, but I didn't bother to reply. Instead, I felt him honing in on my location and making his way here. It was now a make-or-break moment, and I had no idea which way it would go.
Sadie said to me, "Mommy, there's no more blood. What should I do?" The bite mark that she had been feeding on had healed, and she did not know how to bite down properly.
I was sitting nearby, and just as I stood up, the door opened. Damon stepped in, glanced sharply around the room, and took several deep breaths. My vampire pheromones saturated him too, allowing his vampire side to emerge. His hair turned black, his skin grew pale, his features sharpened, and his fangs popped out.
He was wearing a black T-shirt—one of Mariella's choices—which was a bit too tight and short for him. His jeans, also chosen by Mariella, had ripped-out patches like those youth used to wear, and they were quite baggy.
Damon crooned darkly to Sadie, "Oh, buttercup, let Daddy show you. Have your meal here, and you need to find a nice, thick vein, or even better, an artery where to feed. This is the trick."
He moved like a ghost right next to Sadie, tracing Mariella's arm with his long fingernail, pointing out her veins and arteries. Mariella was still shuddering as the other children fed. His voice grew a bit colder and haughtier, but Sadie, herself in vampire form, just looked at Damon adoringly, listening and watching.
Damon showed her how to rip into a vein and helped her bite down, guiding her to open it properly. He also taught her how to feed without giving Mariella unending orgasms.
Looking at Mariella, Damon said, his voice quite cold, "You see, meal, sometimes a lesson is in order. Maybe next time, just maybe, you might fucking bother to listen to what I am saying."
Mariella shuddered now with pain as the children changed their feeding style, and Damon pinched her here and there, drawing more blood to the surface for them to feed on. He was irritated with her earlier behavior, but she whimpered just right to make herself a victim in his eyes. Something shifted in Damon. I sat back down and watched.
His hair, as always, was short and tidy; Mariella had probably taken care of it. He wore brown loafers, a color he despised, but for Mariella, he was willing to wear them. I had many designer clothes for men, fancy suits, and I had shown them to many Salvatores. To them, these were fancy clothes, not for everyday wear, as they were truly good-looking.
For example, a black t-shirt made of snakeskin imitation hugged number five's body perfectly. There was also a black velvet jacket with blood-red silk accents, silk trousers, and a white scarf, no tie. Number four tried these on as well, but put them away safely. As I had told number one about these clothes, he scoffed, seemingly wanting Mariella to dress him, so be it.
He explained to the children, "This is just a meal; in this situation, it has no name. Just as you don't name plates of food in the kitchen, it's the same here. Blood is simply a type of food. As we consume it, we don't name it; we drink it, bathe in it, and derive enjoyment from it."
While I might have taken a more diplomatic approach, it seemed my dear husband was delving rather deeply into the children and blood, so to speak. However, it was good for them to learn the basics early on. Even though they were just toddlers, it was a skill they needed to learn: how to be vampires. So, no big surprises would come in the future, as it was important for them to learn their vampire instincts as well. Accept this part of themselves too.
As he walked from one child to another, ensuring each was feeding properly, he telepathically said to me, "Lose your vampire form. There's no need for you to excite her, and I mean right now."
His voice was quite tight. My vampire side might have sent a few ideas about using him as my meal, and this time, it wouldn't have been any kind of release, but me ripping into his veins and arteries, feeding until his blood was no longer replenishing fast enough for me. As I said, my vampire side can be vicious.
In response to his demand, I let my vampire form dissolve and returned to my own form. However, my vampire side sent Damon a long, vivid memory of me feasting on Nick for three days straight after he had angered me. This particular memory made Damon look at me quite sharply, as if to see what my vampire form was truly capable of. I had certainly been rough with Charles and Adam in the past, even eating their hearts, but this little memory well and truly showed Damon what the bitch was all about.
My memory of what I sent to Damon went something like this: I had been deeply engrossed in my resistance organization's work, incredibly busy. Meanwhile, Nick had been relentlessly harassing me. He was upset because I hadn't prioritized his vampires and saved them immediately when they were snatched by some mercenaries. Consequently, he accused me of being a heartless bitch, worse than he ever was, and expressed how glad he was that I was no longer his relative.
With some free time on my hands and my temper flaring, I decided to take action. I informed Magnum and Murdock that I had a few missions and then immediately went to Nick's place in New Orleans. I attacked him. He had daggered Elias once again, and since this occurred after Freya's spell, there was no witch protection in place. I fed off him for over 72 hours, until he could no longer produce new blood fast enough to satisfy my hunger. Then, I let him remember the entire ordeal.
Considering that a creature like Nick possesses 50 to 60 liters of blood and can regenerate it within hours, I fed off him for about five straight hours. It was excruciatingly painful for him until he essentially died, his heart stopping. I then sat there, in my vampire form, waiting for him to revive and for the process to repeat. I sent this entire memory, complete with all its sensations, to Damon. He tensed up considerably but managed to maintain his focus on the children, praising them.
Through our bond, I could sense that my little memory had taken him by surprise. While he knew I could be a handful and greedy, he had never anticipated this. The mere knowledge that Nick was neither my first nor my last victim made him a bit more cautious around me.
I had been honest, showing him what I was capable of. For me, it was an expression of trust, but from his perspective, as I could sense, he took it almost as if I were bragging. This led him to reassess me, and I could feel that he had become even more scared of me.
It was a bummer, but there was little I could do. It was up to him to grow up, accept my less pleasant sides, and move on, although it seemed that might not happen just yet.
The change in his demeanor made me hesitate. I push down my vampire side more deeply , preventing anything threatening from surfacing. I realized then that it wasn't the time to give him my gift, and perhaps I never would give it to him, but to another Salvatore. My plan, which had seemed perfect in my mind, was in reality nothing but a fantasy.
As our bond, from my end, was open, I could sense irritation, apprehension, and distrust emanating from Damon, all directed at me. There was also a growing worry for Mariella, as he now saw me as a beast that had fed off his dear Mariella for days, or at least hours. He made the children feed less intensely, not hurting Mariella too much. While my children were starting to feel full and their eagerness was waning, they still continued to feed.
Damon calmly told the children, "Just wait a minute. Daddy just asked number two to bring Amber, Cancide, and Tiffany to have a meal too, so you can show them how this is done."
Dash lifted his head, his lips bloody from Mariella's shoulder, and grinned at his father.
Damon simply smiled and said, "Go on, keep feeding as long as you need. It's important for you to be satiated once and for all, so it will last quite a while; there's no need to snack all the time."
He walked over in his vampire form, stroking Mariella's skin and predatorily tracing her veins. Then, he too sank his fangs, feeding off her as painfully as possible, really digging his longer, slightly curved fangs into her flesh and ripping her artery open. Afterward, he let Seraphina drink arterial blood. She was practically bathing in it, unable to swallow fast enough, but it was incredibly delicious, so she drank as much as she could.
The pain Damon caused Mariella bordered on pleasure as his fingers traced her skin, gently making her shudder. Soon, the door opened, and Mariella's three perfect girls walked in. Their hair was done, and they were all prim in their little dresses. Though they were toddlers, I rolled my eyes, knowing it was time to be the alpha female.
Damon, for some reason—I had no idea if it was intentional or accidental—released pheromones near the girls, turning them into perfectly obedient zombies. They behaved, didn't mess with their hair, and played nicely.
I had nullified these pheromones many times before, so I once again let out my own pheromone cocktail, smelling of raspberry flowers, blackcurrant leaves, spinach soup, and peach blossoms.
The girls smelled the air and started to chatter more, soon bickering. Damon showed them how to feed, and these three were always competing with each other, as if the place the other had was better than what they had. But kids were supposed to be like that.
Damon, number two, came to sit next to me. His hair was longer, with a white tuft on the left side of his forehead, and true love for me shone in his eyes.
Seeing that there was a problem, he asked me via Hive, "Your idea, I suppose, but there seems to be a bit of a problem here."
I replied, keeping my expression neutral so number one couldn't see my turmoil, "I thought he might embrace the role of vampire daddy, but once again, despite how irritating Mariella has been for days, it's time to worship Mariella. So, me using her as a meal for me and my kids did not really sit well with him. And since I did not ask permission from him, even more so, and then my vampire side is in a wild mood, I sent him a few ideas, making him fucked up even more, and now he is, once again, afraid of me."
Number two leaned toward me, making Mariella turn her head toward us, jealousy flashing in her eyes despite her being drained.
Number Two's warm voice echoed in my mind, "I dare you, bitch, send me those ideas, and I'll show you mine."
He somehow blasted this transmission directly to my vampire side, and I groaned internally as she grew eager. A meal presenting himself so nicely, so yeah, she sent my memory of me draining Nick, with all of its sensations, smells, and sounds.
"Oh, please, allow me to demonstrate how it should be done properly," Number Two's voice purred, directed at my vampire side.
He then shared a memory of himself draining twelve virgins. He described how he did it slowly and painfully, always healing his bite mark but prolonging their agonizing awareness of death closing in due to blood loss. He took his time, drinking just enough to keep them alive and conscious for as long as possible. The "bitch" seemed slightly surprised that an individual would want to play with her, so she retaliated by sending her own memory.
This time, it was an old, powerful vampire from Russia who had once snatched me. He was incredibly arrogant, believing he could control my vampire side. He saw me as a perfect bride and a perfect wife; he liked small and slender ones as well as powerful ones. For me, he was ugly as sin, disgusting, chauvistinic meal.
So I showed him. However, he was mistaken for my weakness and suitability as a wife, and unfortunately for him, he wasn't as immortal as he thought. He eventually turned to dust, having been fed upon by me for eight days, consuming a significant amount of his potent blood. again The Bitch sent everything. Every time his heart started to beat, taste of his blood, feeling of power thrumming in my veins.
Number Two merely chuckled. It was remarkable; Number One was still afraid of me, while Number Two, though similar yet distinctly different, perceived my vampire side as capable of seducing him.
Number Two then stated aloud, "Well, you can certainly get the children back. I need to spend time with my wife, who has sent me some ideas that require addressing."
He deliberately chose his words carefully, his voice remaining cold. Gripping me as if to put my vampire side down, and not in a pleasant way, he made Number One grunt as he helped the now drowsy children off Mariella, preparing them for much-needed naps.
He also put his vampire side away, murmuring gently to Mariella, cooing and stroking her, promising to care for her and ensure I wouldn't hurt her, as she was innocent and didn't deserve such torture.
As Number Two and I walked away, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I had envisioned a grand plan that would unite us as parents, but instead, it had done the opposite. Well, it was what it was, and now it was time to return to everyday life, keeping this pack going and putting my plans aside for a considerable time.
It was time for a mundane existence, to be a boring wife and an efficient mother. I decided to let Number One be with Mariella, without any demands from my end. Although he cinched our bond as tightly as possible, I didn't sever it entirely, ensuring nothing leaked from me to him, preventing him from sensing or feeling me. I had once again become the villain, someone to be feared, while Mariella was the freaking epitome of perfection. I let them be, and fuck, I didn't care.