The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

I was standing in the lower lobby, dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, a warm jacket, and boots, waiting for my transport to arrive. Damon had already left, along with the other men, but us females were still waiting. Mariella and the wolves were chatting eagerly, anticipating their transport.

Despite Damon's brief hint about their role to play, they suspected it was connected to satisfying Damon. They believed they would be mistresses with no obligations, only rights and fun. However, they were unaware that vampires could marry in many ways, and what we had done previously would not happen again. So their status as mere mistresses might not be as clear-cut.

I had a few books about vampire customs, which came from Bridgette's extensive library. I couldn't help but feel that she had gotten those books for me, which put pressure on me. The mere thought of the original Witch hoarding books for me made me wonder if I was that special and if I was doing everything right. Of course, superheroes, or in this case, saviors, would have these sorts of thoughts from time to time. At least, that's what I assumed.

I could hear a car approaching, and it was showtime. To be honest, this time I could speak Romanian, if they would speak that, so I would understand them better than the first time around. And since there would be no body modifications, everything was wonderful.

I liked my rather skinny or slender body type, and I didn't want to be as buxom as the wolves or Mariella. Not even for Damon. This was my body, my weapon, and it would serve me as such for centuries to come. As for Mariella's body, she was built for pleasure, even though she was part of the fleas.

I opened the door, having been given permission to pack a bag of clothes. So, I brought my wallet and a few sets of clothes, including fancy dresses, as Damon had instructed. My bag was tightly packed, but it wasn't one of Reddington's bags because no external magic was allowed. Anything put in that bag would be dismantled, and all the clothes would spill out. Not an option. However, I had a wonderful selection of clothes, and I wasn't sure if Damon could use his magic to change anything he didn't like. 

A black unmarked car silently glided in front of the door.

The driver stepped out, took my bag, and said, "Please get in and enjoy. Your bag will be delivered to your suite, the wedding suite, where you spent time after the first day."

I replied, "Thank you, my name is Mimi."

He simply nodded, held the back door open for me, and helped me fasten my seatbelt. After closing the door, the car started and smoothly maneuvered through the snowy streets of Halifax, heading towards the airport where I would catch a flight to Transylvania. I had dressed warmly, as it was winter there too, and I didn't want to freeze during the journey. 

I had no idea what would happen after this wedding, which was just a formality before our official wedding at my German castle. It bothered me that the castle was still a work in progress, and now there would be a horde of humans trying to make it perfect for the wedding. I had no clue what changes would be made. Well, only time would tell, and I had plenty of time to ponder various things along the way.

The car exuded an expensive scent, the seat was soft and luxurious, and the driver remained silent but displayed skill even on slippery roads. Our castle was located in a remote area where road maintenance wasn't diligent enough to ensure no slipperiness or excessive snow. They didn't salt the roads here.

I took note of these things, as I didn't want my neurotic brain to dwell on them. It wouldn't be fitting for a vampire "Queen" to be a neurotic mess with a tangled mind. I had no idea if any of our guests were telepaths or if there was some kind of mental block preventing them from hearing my thoughts. 

I had no idea what my name or title would be after this. I was still a lady, but as I became queen, I wondered if I would be officially crowned and the trouble it would bring to my life. I also wondered if this wedding would be as chauvinistic as the first one, where all the work would be Damon's as the king, so I wouldn't have to bother with it. But then again, I wondered where I could use my title and in what cases. 

To my surprise, my vampire alpha book teleported onto my lap, and I gently stroked it. It seemed to want to be there, and I had no idea what that meant. The book didn't open to any particular page, no matter how much I tried. It simply wanted to be with me.

Damon hadn't tried to ask about my alpha female books yet, but maybe after the wedding, as my husband, he would realize that they should be our books. I had no idea if there were books specifically for men. 

Suddenly, my vampire book opened, revealing a blank page as if it wanted to communicate with me.

I put my finger on the page, and soon the text began to form. "Men don't have books of their own. They are too arrogant and don't realize the need for assistance."

I smiled. My books had the same attitude as me.

I left my finger on the page and thought, "What kind of freaking wedding will this be? What will be the consequences?"

The book replied, causing me to shake my head. "You will be pregnant. At least there is that. As Wulfe is not around, he will be the one tying you two together, creating a bond that will never break. I am not a freaking dating service, so don't ask about your relationship." 

What I had learned from these books was that they mirrored me. They spoke to me not that differently than I did, often sarcastically and sometimes even using curse words.

Text began to form in my book again. "Have you already made up your mind? Shall we go through a few thousand possible complications, so I can tell you a few more?"

As I said, sarcastic. The book felt warm in my hand. It was black with an embossed relief of a dragon, wolf, and fangs. I didn't even think about why my book looked like that. Was there some spell that made it look this way, or was it simply its personality?

I let my finger rest on the page, allowing my thoughts to be written on the page. "I know that once Damon has me, he will go to Mariella, but the question remains: will he let me have anyone? The breeding season is coming, and Mariella is usually hormonal as hell. Do I have to fend for myself once again? If so, it will make me behave in a certain way. And these vampire weddings... I go as the queen, but will I be the freaking queen of vampires after this?"

The book was silent, and then the text formed. "Like I said, I am not a fucking dating service or a fortune-teller. You go as the queen, but remember, Damon is the prince. He will be king after the wedding, but does the king have to go before the queen? And you can be sure that damn Salvatore wants to meet me. I'm not sure about him yet, maybe if he were to seduce me."

Oh, my book gave me some wicked ideas on how to be naughty. I could see from the window that we were near the airport, as I could see the plane starting to land.

My book stayed on my lap, closed, but it seemed like it wanted to talk to me. Why is it that every female entity in this freaking universe wants Damon to seduce them? I realized the answer, and it made me grin.

As we arrived at the airport, the driver carried my bag to the waiting men on either side of the steps leading into the huge jet. I walked in, holding my book under my arm and smiling in my mind. Of course, Damon would not see it that way. His ego was way too big for that.

The plane was luxurious, with its huge beige-colored leather seats that looked like one could sink into them. There was a coffee machine and a little fridge, as the travel would take time. I wondered if it was filled with food by the Salvatores again, like the first time.

I remembered my first vampire wedding and how excited I had been. But at the same time, there had been sadness because Adam had thrown me out. It had been his reaction to me killing one of his old pack members. Well, I didn't have any other choice, but he blamed me, and it took time for him to get his mind in order. 

I settled into the sinking seat, my book resting in my lap. The air was still a little chilly since the door had been opened, allowing the freezing wind of -35 degrees Celsius to flood in. It would take some time for the air conditioning to warm up the cabin. Since this was a quite large jet, I kept my coat on. I fastened my seatbelt and patiently waited for takeoff.

As I sat there, I couldn't help but be amused by the true motives of my book. Not that Damon was such a dominant character that my book wanted to experience him. No, it wanted to use Damon. It wanted to make the feared vampire lord, the vampire prince, worship it, seduce it, and try to coax it open. In short, my book wanted Damon to be its boy toy. It was quite funny, but I didn't plan on telling Damon about it right away.

I wondered if other books, like Mariella's spell book, had similar inclinations. Was this because of me? The answer was both yes and no. I had given my blood when I first received this book, and my blood manipulation skills may have influenced it.

My emotions tend to leak into my blood, and I had noticed it a long time ago. Sometimes it proved to be useful, like when I used it to push Damon away from me. By letting my feelings of love for him leak into my blood, I made him go to Mariella. But times have changed, and now it might have the opposite effect.

I wasn't sure if this ability could be shared. Damon would most likely want it, but could he obtain it? And could he also acquire my hive forming ability? It wasn't that easy to get and use. I knew he wanted me to show him my tricks when it came to dealing with fleas, but I wasn't always in the mood, especially when I was already busy with work. I didn't have the patience to explain myself.

I thought about doing some paperwork that had piled up. A good time would be during my pregnancy. Unlike Mariella and the wolves, I wasn't always in a lustful mood. I preferred to have some peace and quiet to focus on my job.

But then I had my five companions: Dexter, Murdock, Wulfe, Magnum, and Colin, along with Tim and Taylor, not to forget the wizards. Now that they had seen how I made my stuff, they might want to keep an eye on me. Would I have enough time for myself?

I didn't mind Wulfe being by my side 24/7, but there were things I needed to do. It would require some juggling, especially with the upcoming missions and our mission list. I had already made a list for the next six months, and I hoped I would find some time for myself once the heat had done, which would take three months.

In order to plan future missions, I had to carefully select and prioritize them. Our roster included missions from all over the world, and I typically received a list for the upcoming year. Some regions, like Africa, didn't require as much prioritization due to the fewer number of missions. However, places like Australia had a three-year plan, so I had to determine which missions were most likely to be chosen.

It took time to assess the severity of each situation, and the victims involved. I had my own system for making these decisions, and it was a heavy responsibility. Sometimes, it was frustrating because there were so many missions and victims in need, but I couldn't help them all. This meant that suffering would continue despite my efforts.

As the jet took off and I gazed at the clouds, I felt exhausted and thought, "There are so many aspects to my work that I don't have the energy to teach these inexperienced individuals."

My life was filled with numerous variables, and I wasn't considering becoming a teacher and delegating tasks to others. In the future, I knew there would be a traditional wedding for our pack, where I would be heavily sedated and Damon would hold me, potentially threatening some of the guests.

During the wedding, there would be a wedding night where he would stab me, and then shush me to calm me down and fulfill his needs. Though it might be physically uncomfortable, I believed the heat would help, and then we would have a three-month honeymoon on a paradise island, filled with passionate moments and the possibility of conceiving. This would be followed by gestation and the birth of our cubs.

So, my future was more or less planned for the next year or so, and I was content with that. However, I knew I would have ample alone time, perhaps more than I desired at times. I began to anticipate the challenges that would arise during our sedative-filled wedding, the wedding nights, and the heat.

It was a big unknown, as I couldn't remember the last time I experienced proper heat, and I didn't know what to expect. Sometimes, my heats could be intense, and since I was the alpha, the others would follow suit. This meant that I would communicate the nature of the heat to others through my pheromones. I genuinely hoped to provide them with an unforgettable experience, but it was yet another thing that I had no control over. 

Finally, I took off my jacket and ran my hand through my hair. Rising from my seat, I decided to make myself some coffee and see what treats awaited me in the fridge. A good meal would certainly help. As I glanced at the magazines, I couldn't help but notice my face, or Damon's face, on the covers. Perhaps I could indulge in reading articles about myself.

I wondered if there would be press at our vampire wedding. Given the secretive nature of vampires, I highly doubted it. Would Damon have to fuck and maybe kill 100 virgins? Or would there be some kind of challenges for him to win me over once again?

Well, for now, I needed to focus on the present moment - making my coffee and preparing my meal. There was no point in dwelling on the countless possibilities that lay ahead. What could I do about them anyway? Absolutely nothing. Worrying about them would only pissed me off me, and I highly doubted that being pissed off to point of explosion was part of anyone's plan, at least not yet.