I was sitting in the living room, thinking about things, when Wulfe appeared to be sitting almost in my lap, perched on my armrest. I wasn't sure what would happen if I told my pack about my past, but fine, let's start traumatizing them and see if I can chase them back into the bedroom to fuck their brains out.
I wasn't too eager to do this, but I knew Damon was a hound when it came to emotional power, so let's give him some, and let them all see how messed up I am and what kind of shit there is in my past.
Wulfe grabbed my hand, squeezed it, and said, "You can't get me to run away, you know that, right? Nothing and no one can force me to abandon you, no matter what you tell us."
I nodded. The pack were slowly filing in, taking their seats, and looking at me.
Damon was busy being an arrogant pack leader, and he said, "Wulfe, please come to sit next to Lepard, so you can boost us with him. No need for you to play parrot; that armrest looks mighty hard."
Wulfe rolled his eyes and said lazily, "You know, I'm not a pack member, so I don't have to obey you, but fine, as you asked, weakling."
He could be a little catty at times.
As he went to take his seat, I said, "I start; I tell you something, and it is not nice, and it is up to you to decide how to respond. This could have nothing to do with these seven years, or it could; I haven't decided how to traumatize you."
Number two said softly, "Oh please, try your hardest. I am not that easy, my love."
I rolled my eyes, leaned back, and said, "I was once captured by this group; it was nasty, and it ended rather badly for them. Let me begin at the beginning, and I assure you that I will not have the opportunity to tell you all of this when Mariella is in Damon's arms, and you will most likely move on to fuck your brains out."
Damon said softly, "Not anymore. Bring it on, baby; I am ready."
I sighed, looked at the beige-colored wall in front of me, and allowed my memory to unfold, knowing full well that a group of 12 telepaths would have a slew of nasty snippets.
I began my story, "I was in base in New Mexico when we received a call about nasty places, and we had no idea who was running it. There had been sightings of victims, and a few of our scouts had discovered piles of bodies in the forest. It was someone else, not Sark or Krycheck, who was in bad news. And I was free, so I joined my roster and began to build up the team. Our goal was to go check the place out and, if possible, free the victims."
Number four inquired, "So when was this, after or before Mariella or seven years?"
I shrugged and replied, "It is not important, not per se. Anyway, I have my team, which includes myself, Hallie, Cindy, Hubert, Arlington, and Rogers."
Wulfe said softly, "This was before me, right? I recall those names on the plaque."
I nodded and added, "It was also before Mariella. So this is an old story: debt that I couldn't pay."
Damon looked at me with a sympathy in his eyes, but I felt it was fake.
I continued with my story, "We weren't expecting such a big place, and it was time to assess what we needed to do. As we drove a suitable distance and got out of the car, we began to walk through the forest. It was nighttime and dark, but we had night vision goggles, or the others did, and my wolf's eyes were sufficient. Mimosa was not with me at this time because she had heat, and I must admit that one of Mirella's contacts led us to this location. I'm not sure if this was a big trap or what."
I took a deep breath and continued to let the entire horror story unfold in my mind, feeling as if my darkness reacted to it, making Wulfe tense slightly, but Damon did not notice my darkness. Perhaps he had grown accustomed to it, or he simply didn't care.
"When Haley and I walked in, this damn gas flooded out of the vents. My companions were humans who were screaming in pain, so they used some form of mace. It caused me to transform into my wolf's form gradually and painfully. I was writhing on the floor when the damn guys came and shot darts at us; I blacked out."
Wulfe said, "Oh, this is nasty; wait up, I've put some protection here, or else this will suck you in."
I let out my visceral sensations, causing Mariella to shuffle closer to Damon, Numbers two and five to lean towards me, Charles to tense, and Adam to be ready to stop this, take me in his arms, and make the bad thing go away.
But Damon said arrogantly, "Continue; show us how nasty it was."
I took a breath and said, "Okay, have at it. I awoke from time to time, sometimes in my human form, sometimes as a wolf; I could be in the middle of an autopsy, dissection, or enzyme testing, or I could be feral, with no sense, pain hitting me, and a desire to kill everything around me. And yes, on occasion, someone brought me a large bowl of meat, which I ate in my wolf form, not really tasting much, but my ferality made me not care."
I swallowed hard, allowing more memories to unfold as I carried on. "There were autopsies and faceless scientists to poke me. One tall, fat doctor removed my entire large intestine and replaced it with a human one. Using incubus blood to help it stick."
Now Mariella was in Damon's arms, stroking her and murmuring to her, and I could tell he was shielding her mind, irritating my darkness even more. Or, as I felt around in my mind, I realized it wasn't so much my darkness as my vampire side, and the bitch was completely unimpressed with the so-called vampire prince.
"I awoke once more, this time strapped to a rack, naked and covered in sores and wounds from testing herbs, lotions, and additives on my skin. Allergy testing from hell. And this fatty approached me, chuckling under his breath, and said, 'You have no idea, mutt. But let me show you.' He started one monitor, which displayed some sort of surveillance video, and..."
I pulled air in; my god, this was hard. Number two got up, approached me, and picked me up in his arms. He sat in my chair, and I could feel him shielding my mind with Wulfe.
Mariella said, "Damon, please come to me; I need you. You are so strong."
Number two was silent, stroking me and saying softly, "Wanna continue, No need, my love?"
I nodded and found my voice. "There were a few feeds on that tape. I saw Rogers, who was still alive when one of the scientists approached him. Guards grabbed him, and the scientist injected something into him, causing him to convulse and eventually die. It took more than ten minutes, and he was mostly awake. The scientist explained that it was something they had extracted from my fangs after studying teeth vampires. And as I was one, a poisonous one. And then his body was lifted onto the table, and five people arrived, dressed in hairnets, gowns, and gloves, and they..."
I shook, my throat was so dry, and Wulfe and Number Two were shielding my mind as much as they could.
I somehow found my voice again. "They began to chop and peel his body, and then they placed those pieces of meat on the steel bowls where they had served my meals. This sadist explained that I had been an obedient doggy and eaten my team. There wasn't much for them to get rid of since I had taken care of the evidence."
I tried to keep it together, but it was difficult because the aftermath was also unpleasant.
I took a breath, swallowed once, and continued, "I was there another five weeks, making the total duration over 16 weeks, and then I snapped and escaped, but I did not get to kill everyone because I had to get away from there."
My voice was quiet, and I was gazing at the wall now, feeling once again very hollow, very jaded, and not human-like at all, and whatever I was feeling was nothing good, and oh my god, I wanted to take out darkness or my vampire side or do anything to make this feeling go away. or make me feel something else.
Number two was now hugging me more, trying to ground me and make me smell him, which helped a little because he didn't smell like Damon back then.
Mariella inquired in a timid tone, "And what happened then? What shape were you? Who helped you?"
I responded flatly, "Jake and Rob, as well as quite many of my organization, including the Winchester boys."
Number one looked at me, perplexed, waiting for an explanation as to why he had not been called to help me.
It was another sad story about our marriage or, more accurately, a mockery of marriage, but let's make Pack have a nice and long orgy, including Adam and Charles.
"I went to the nearest safe house, which we had even then. To get myself in shape in order to function, I first called Colin and Samuel, both of whom were in India fighting a bacterial lung infection that affected supernatural females twice as much as males, so they were out. The next time I called Adam, Bran answered the phone and told me that Adam as well as Charles, was busy with some werewolves from Europe; that what they would get from them would be paramount; that they were females and needed males; and that Adam and Charles were exactly what was needed. I then contacted our white witch and asked her to cast a spell to find Damon, as he had left his phone and wallet at home nearly 6 months ago. I got to the location; it was a high-end hotel in New York, but I got there. Even I had my suspicions about what I would find. " I swallowed, Damon furrowing his brow as he tried to remember what the hell I was talking about; there was a lot of guilt on his face but also bafflement because he had no idea what was going on.
Number two grounded me, and Wulfe was heavily shielding my mind, layer by layer, making my memory feel almost like a movie, detaching me from my sensations, feelings, and other sensory inputs.
"I went to that hotel, showed my ID that I was Damon's wife, and got into the lift; the bellboy was taking us to the highest floor. Presidential suite. I walked to the door; there was no sign, so I knocked. This tall, big-titted bimbo opened the door, looked at me, and said, "Mimi, right? My Damon had talked about you. Come in; you can see for yourself, so you might have an idea not to bother him anymore." She led me into the bedroom. Damon was sleeping in bed; next to him were three women, human, alive, and sleeping. One of them was next to him, his arms around her. He was dreaming, and as he smelled the woman, he smiled in his sleep; he was happy and in love, and I just turned around. Walked out."
There was true pain in my voice, and I could feel Damon pulling Mariella closer to him; Number Two was also tensing, and now he was torn between keeping me and letting go.
I wanted to show my pack that they were not ready to face my problems and memories and that they could leave me alone to deal with them.
"I went to the nearest base; Jake and Rob were both there. I just walked in, went to my office, and slumped on the couch, utterly exhausted. I fell asleep and only woke up as Jake was changing my clothes or undressing me. There were five top medics ready to tend to me, as well as Jarod and Miss Parker. They did not take me to medbay but instead kept me in my sofa, mostly sleeping on an IV and resting, and I awoke from time to time to be fed by Jake, Rob, or both."
Number two let me go and said, "Sorry, I need to take a leak."
I knew it was an excuse, but I stood up; let him walk away; sat down; and finished my story, my voice clinical.
"I was at base for five weeks, then returned to Chicago, where no one was present, and Damon took another three months to arrive, and he was still in the middle of the sea of pussies. Let's just say that Dean and Sam witnessed how difficult a patient I can be as I yanked lines, attempted to walk, and ended up on the floor. There was a threat, well, not a threat but an actual infection that was contained with antibiotics, but my flailing did not help. Jarod and Miss Parker used a lot of those damn calendula drops on me."
As Number Two returned and approached Mariella, Wulfe's expression was fierce, and he snapped, "Fine, this ends right now. I'm going to take my unicorn, help her rest, and take care of that sea of rot from that memory while you protect your traumatized pussy."
Mariella was quiet, and Number One murmured something to her.
Wulfe took my hand and pulled me up, saying, "Now, my unicorn, show me your ultimate nest; you need security and shelter, and I am going to help you."
As we walked out, Wulfe telepathically sneered, "So much for your grand plan, Mariella. Analyze and dissect; you just can't take it, and Damon and all the Salvatores, oh please continue to worship Miss Pussy; it just means I get to have my unicorn to myself; she is most important to me."
Pack, still raw and unfit to deal with my trauma, went to do what they always did: fucking. The only thing that irritated Mariella was the knowledge that I had somewhere here my ultimate nest and she couldn't get Damon to barge in and take it over.
Damon tried to silence his conscience and face the facts about his feelings for both me and his girls, whether it was just sex or if they had given him something I could never have. Had he needed true humanity, human love. Mariella, needy and jealous, was trying to ensure that every Salvatore was hers rather than mine. This was life in the Salvatore pack: completely imperfect, messy, and complicated.