The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

Damon led us to a sparsely decorated, unused bedroom. The room had a beige color scheme and a lingering scent of renovation. There was no particular interest in the room, with bland curtains hanging from the windows and off-white mats lacking softness. The bedspread looked like it came from a decoration magazine, lacking any personal touch.

I wasn't in the mood to decorate the room yet. Wulfe sat on the bed while I walked over to the window to survey the view and get a sense of the room's atmosphere. It was quite dull, but I tried to envision using the view as a painting, a decorative element that could work nicely at times.

I kept quiet, trying to control my temper, unsure of what would unfold next. Maybe I could hold it together, but then again, why should I? I had promised myself that it was over; I was no longer the meek, nice little girl allowing the rest of the pack to walk all over me.

I didn't have much time to dwell on these thoughts as Mariella suddenly asked, "Why didn't you ask Damon's opinion about those instruments?"

I retorted, "I noticed what you were up to, and I wasn't in the mood to smell your pussyjuices all over my husband."

Mariella bristled and replied, "They are my husbands too, maybe even more than yours."

Dismissing her comment, I said, "Sure, whatever. I'm not going there."

Mariella turned to Damon, suggesting, "I'm sure this Geoff guy is nice, but maybe we should ask..."

I interrupted her with a sharp laugh, "Oh please, let's not involve the witches from the magic house. I've had enough of you pushing them into our lives. Most of the time, they seem lost and clueless. I've seen them googling prices of paintings and books. No, I don't want a witch stumbling around in the dark just because you're their boss. It's clear your ego has grown as a witch, thinking they're superior, especially yours."

My words were sharp, causing Adam to smile.

Damon noticed and said to Adam, "Oh Hauptmann, you are always on Mimi's side by default, just because she gives you, right? Or are you trying to get something else? Have you had a dry spell?"

Adam snarled, "Fine, Salvatore, if you really want this, then from now on, you are not the pack leader. During this time, deal? You are just one of the husbands."

Damon nodded stiffly, "I don't have to hide behind my status as pack leader, Hauptmann."

I quipped, "Oh, but that's exactly what you do, Damon. You use your status to push your will; you know that's not what a leader does!"

Number two said to me, "Oh, please, Miss Perfect, tell us how a leader does it!"

Mariella said to me, "I'm so sick of you always being so perfect, mother of the year, the strongest leader of your organization. You always have contacts and stories, which makes me feel left out."

Charles snapped at Mariella, "Oh, you feel left out, princess? Mimi felt that way for decades, and you have the nerve to complain after just a few times. You're not her, you never will be, and you shouldn't even try to be. No one is like her."

Damon muttered, "Of course. She's such a special snowflake that no one can compare to her or have her."

I barked gruffly at Damon, "Have me, please. You don't want to have me, you want to control me, push me around, make me Mariella the second. Too bad I have a brain in my head, not just a puppet. And by the way, if you insist on meeting Geoff tomorrow, take a shower. Your rank old scent of pussyjuices and sex won't give a good impression. But then again, it might be what Mariella is after, so her precious witches would have a chance to come and save the day!"

Mariella screamed at me, "You're just jealous because you have no magic! You've always been that way. You had to put streaks in your hair just because you couldn't stand that someone might be stronger than you. You should remember that I was a god once!"

Adam snarled, "Correction, you were part of a god, brought by Mimi's wish. You never were a god, even though you wanted to be, maybe a god of fucking and sex, a god of freaking carnality. Tell me, have you had wolves ditch their babies and move on to mate, so you're not the only one with impulse control!"

Damon bellowed, "Watch it, Hauptmann, this is my wife you're referring to."

Adam replied, "She's mine too, but only on paper. God knows if I made her behave like my wife should, she'd be less happy with her life."

I stood quietly for a minute, unsure of what was happening. We were in the midst of a heated argument, more like a shouting match. This was something that had never happened before. It seemed like we all had something we needed to say to each other, and it felt good to let it out without holding back or trying to control ourselves.

Damon was screaming at Adam, his voice fueled by jealousy, fists clenched. Adam, on the other hand, remained tight-lipped and tense, looking like he was ready to fight back. I wondered if it would escalate into a physical altercation.

I had to maintain some level of control, knowing I could handle them all. I was aware of my big ego, but it was not unfounded. My expertise and experience supported my confidence.

Mariella sneered at me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Oh, let me guess, you were starting to psychoanalyze the whole damn pack again, thinking you're the best. Try not to act superior, ice queen."

I hardened my expression and took a few steps towards Mariella, sinking to her level. "Let's do this properly. Listen to me, you insufferable harlot. You are not strong; you are the weakest in this pack. It's not good for a weakling like you to provoke those of us with real power. So back off, go hide behind Damon to tremble, or better yet, do what you do best and let him have his way with you."

She retorted, "I'm not a weakling, unlike you. I have the sense to behave and not be a ticking time bomb all the time. No wonder Damon can't be with you."

Taking a breath, I hissed, "Damon is not with me because he's with you; your hold over him is evident. Your pussy makes him lose his mind."

Mariella noticed how riled up I was and decided to provoke me further. "At least I satisfy him, so he doesn't have to beg for it like you. Your 'privilege' is overrated, and not worthy of its reputation."

"I'm not stooping to comparing body parts with you. I have sense," I told her, feeling my irritation mounting.

She was really pushing my buttons, and I was reaching my limit.

Wulfe suggested, "Maybe we should change the subject," to which Number Two responded, "Oh, I was waiting for you to step in and save the day, you thief."

Wulfe warned Number Two in a dangerous tone, "Remember what I can do unless you want to spend the next month as a tick."

Number Two snapped back, "At least then I'd have time to be with Mimi!"

Mariella slapped me across my face. My face was stinging by force of it and said to my face with an angry scowl on her face. "You goddamn manipulator, see, how you have brainwashed my husbands, wanting to be with you and not with me. "

I had enough. It was time to show this goddamn cunt. I was not bothering to answer when I swept her legs under her, straddled her, kept her hands restrained against the floor, easily and snarled to her in dangerous voice, "Careful, I told you, this might hurt, but then again, you don't balls to do actual damage to anyone"

She replied, her lips smirking, as she noticed my irritation, "Oh, you are all talk and no action. Everyone knows you. You don't hurt a fly."

 I was ready to prove her, oh so damn wrong, with seconds, I had gotten off of her, turned her in her front, twisting her arms behind her back while pressing my knee in a certain point of her spine what was extremely painful, she was gasping and shaking.

"You thought wrong. Let this be a lesson. You don't have the guts to do this to anyone," I whispered to her as she shook from the pain beneath me.

I could feel my rage trying to bubble up, and oh, it would feel so damn good. But from my peripheral vision, I saw a dark smirk on the lips of number two. He was waiting for a meal, my rage. I was not going to give it to that irritating, smug, arrogant bastard.

I got off, stood, and took a deep breath.

Damon said to me, "Oh, what's the matter, little girl? Are you about to lose it?"

I snapped, "Nope. I am not going to give you my rage."

Mariella got up, still shaken by the pain. However, she was determined. As Mimi had taunted her that she had no guts to attack anyone, she was going to show that Damons were not the ideal target. She wanted Charles to see her as strong and fierce too. Still, she did not know every trigger Charles had or his reactions. 

Mariella approached Charles with a smile, despite having a quarrel with me earlier. I had taught her some questionable techniques, one of which she attempted by aiming her knee at Charles's balls. However, Charles, who had been accustomed to dealing with me for a long time, was not one to tolerate such actions.

In an instant, his expression hardened as he swiftly dodged her attack. He then swiftly grabbed Mariella, spun her around, and lifted her by the neck against the wall. His eyes turned black, with veins resembling spiderwebs around them, and his sharp fangs glistened in the air.

With a hiss, he remarked, "You've got guts, or perhaps you're just an idiot. Either way, it's time to face the consequences. Consider this a lesson for you."

With a twist of his wrist, he tilted Mariella's head and sank his fangs into her throat, draining her brutally. He dug his carved fangs in as painfully as he could, sealing his lips tightly around her throat and swallowing her hot, tasty blood.

Mariella panted in pain as the hot burn turned into agony. She was almost panicking due to this sudden attack, but a traitorous part of her felt her panties wetting and arousal flooding out.

Damon had never made her feel like this before, her nipples straining. It was humiliating to feel so weak, unlike the force of nature Mimi was. As dizziness overcame her, her struggles faded, and she slumped fully, nearly passing out.

Charles removed his fangs from her ravaged neck, dropping her onto the floor like a sack of potatoes. She could feel herself healing, but also felt humiliated as she weakly sat up.

Damon spoke condescendingly to her, "Oh, darlin', actions and consequences, nice brand, Cornick."

Charles smirked, his lips still bloody. Mariella could feel the twin bites burning in her neck like a literal brand, and Damon's attitude grated on her nerves.

It was clear that feelings were heating up, but I was not looking at that kind of action, and one expression in Damon's eyes revealed his plan to rile me up, to attack him so he could have his way with me. Not me. I had my plans in motion, so it was time for a little manipulation.

Seeing Mariella getting riled up by Damon's arrogance, I communicated with her through our hive, ensuring Damon could not hear us, nor Wulfe. I had learned a lot about our hive and how to manipulate it, creating private lines of communication so not everyone could hear me.

"Mariella, do you want to wipe that damn smirk off Damon's face? He's easier to fight than Charles, who doesn't tolerate being hit at all," I suggested.

Mariella's voice was prickly. "Yeah, I got it, but how? I'm drained, sitting on the floor of my arse like a damn idiot, not feeling so mighty."

I reassured her, "Let me give you a boost and a few ideas." I provided her with a set of moves to use and a burst of my powers.

Mariella concealed everything beautifully, a tiny spark in her eyes as Damon approached again, taunting, "Well, darlin', is the floor so comfortable for you to sit on, or are you planning on sinking your teeth into something more substantial? Like my huge veiny cock stretching your lips?"

Mariella took swift action, not bothering to respond. She deftly swept Damon's legs out from under him with a quick swipe of her right foot, causing him to fall flat on his back. In a fluid motion, she twisted herself and landed a kick to his jaw, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Seizing the opportunity, Mariella straddled him, immobilizing his wrists with a spell and binding his hips to the floor with her energy to prevent him from resisting. With a firm grip, she squeezed his chest with her strong thighs and flashed a pretty smile.

"Well, dear husband, how do you like being beneath me as you should? Perhaps I should resume our mistress sessions and require you to pleasure me daily, with me sitting on your face while you would be in chains," she teased.

Damon grunted in response, struggling to break free but finding it difficult. Mariella silenced him with a passionate kiss, heating the moment until they were interrupted by number two joining them. As per my plan. Perfect.

The trio left the room as their passion took a different turn, leaving Adam, Charles, Wulfe, and me standing there. I maintained a neutral expression, secretly feeling victorious. I knew that Adam and Charles were affected by my smugness; it would be catnip for them while Wulfe seemed indifferent. So I kept it hidden very carefully.

Adam and Charles informed me, "We will devise a plan for that room and begin working on it tomorrow after Geoff and his crew have gotten collecting the instruments, so we can start to build our daycare center. I think that storage room is easily taken down."

I nodded nonchalantly and replied, "It seems I have some spare time, and these rooms are quite dull. I might cool off in the hamster storage after that heated argument."

Adam encouraged me to take my time and assured me that the babies were in good hands." You have your clock on, honey, and there is a lot of help available, so go on, take your time."

As I walked away with a confident swagger, I couldn't help but smile smugly. I had orchestrated that outcome perfectly. I knew exactly how to handle Damon - by having a dominant female like Mariella take charge. She would put him through his paces and then some. 

The soft voice of Wulfe came from the door, "You still have it. I mean, that was one brilliant twist. How on earth did you manage to get those three stuck on each other like burdock?"

I smiled and replied, "Well, when you're good at what you do, you're truly good. But yeah, I know Damon's triggers better than Mariella. Well, maybe she knows one trigger a little better now. When a female dominates Damon, he doesn't take it lightly. And being a lust wizard, it's pretty obvious what he does. He overwhelms Mariella into submission and then some. So, I made sure I had my time and time to be with my babies. I might cook at some point. There are a few alerts on Salvatore's radar that I need to check the supplies for."

Wulfe shook his head and asked, "Well, let's get on with this hamster storage. By the way, why is it called hamster storage?"

I shrugged and explained, "Well, over time, I ordered things and put them in storage rooms all over my houses. It was pretty early on, I stashed them like a hamster stashes food. So when Mariella and Damon came up with this design, it was called hamster storage because it was full of my stashes. The name stuck. Sure, you could call it main storage or whatever, but for me, it will always be hamster storage."

Wulfe smiled and suggested, "Hamster storage it is then. I'll start looking through miscellaneous boxes while you go through the boxes you already know."

It felt good to do my Zen thing. Surely, this argument and shouting had helped somewhat. But it would likely take time and self-awareness to get to the bottom of each of our issues.

Who knows how often these shouting matches would occur or if it would just become the new normal way of communicating whenever something was on our minds? I wasn't sure, and I actually didn't want to dwell on it. Let sleeping beasts lie and focus on the present moment, taking one day at a time.