The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

It was time for the evening's festivities before Damon and Mariella's wedding night. I was feeling fine, having spent the whole day with my five and the Salvatores. They kept me entertained, and my book had accepted most of them. She jokingly referred to them as her "boy toys," which was quite fun for the Salvatores, considering the book's ancient power.

Throughout the day, I noticed that Wulfe had not moved from his spot next to me. I also observed a few women staring at Damon. One tall, brunette woman seemed particularly interested in him, but she didn't have the allure to be considered Damon's plaything. I couldn't figure out why she was staring at him, especially since she wasn't a vampire or human.

Wulfe seemed preoccupied with my book, so I didn't bother asking him about the woman. There were at least four Salvatores who seemed to be interested in her, but they only glanced at her as they passed by. She was just another guest. Damon, being the proud and in love vampire king, might have garnered some jealousy. Perhaps she was trying to find a way to serve her king.

The evening would consist of dancing, cocktails, toasts, and other festivities before the wedding night. It was time for me to change into my black dress, which happened to be one of Armani's creations. I wasn't entirely sure if Damon had ever seen it before, as it was quite provocative. But if he wanted me to wear it, then I was more than willing.

As I started walking towards our wedding suite, Wulfe walked beside me and said, "My unicorn, let's go and make you a queen. I'll do your hair and make sure your makeup is flawless."

I replied, "I can handle my own makeup, it's not difficult for me. Thank you for everything."

Wulfe smiled and said, "Anything for you, my unicorn. Come on, I believe the dress you're about to wear is stunning."

I nodded in agreement. 

We arrived at our wedding suite, and a bitter thought crossed my mind that it was no surprise there were separate beds. It was clear that it wasn't meant for Damon. I imagined that they would have a luxurious wedding suite with an enormous bed and an abundance of passion. I took a shower first while Wulfe prepared things for my evening.

I brought my poodle products with me, including my conditioner. However, since there were already multiple products left on the counter that Wulfe used, he would make use of them as he saw fit.

He wasn't pleased that I had left my hair open, as it was customary for females to have their hair styled. But there was nothing I could do about it now. It was what it was, and he was going to make sure I looked like a queen. This time, Mariella wouldn't steal the limelight. 

After stepping out of the shower, I sat down by the mirror, feeling Wulfe begin to dry and style my hair, using various sprays and hair products. There were even certain hairsprays meant for humans that suited me.

He piled my hair into a very elegant updo, leaving strands of black and blonde framing my face, which he had curled and fixed with a specific spray.

Then he said, "Now, my unicorn, I take over and make you bite your makeup. You have no idea, but I take over like Bran did in his time."

I was momentarily pulled out of my consciousness. I wasn't completely unaware, but I wasn't fully aware of what was happening, either. 

Eventually, my senses returned, and I dramatically adorned my eyes with smoky but glittery makeup, extending the glitter to my temples. I applied blush to my cheeks, making them rosy, and painted my lips a kissable ruby red. My skin seemed to glow even more. My nails were exceptionally long, painted a deep bloodred, with diamonds embedded in them.

Wulfe nodded happily and said, "Now, you look like a queen. Come on, show me the dress."

I stood up and went to my bag, retrieving my black dress. Though it appeared black, there was a hint of black satin that was visible. I straightened it out and stepped into it, pulling it up over my naked body. I was only wearing black lace panties.

The dress was made of a very thin, gossamer-like black material, adorned with thousands of shimmering crystals. It stretched to showcase my figure, and my skin was faintly visible through the delicate netting. The neckline was deeply cut, and as the dress hugged my body, it accentuated my breasts, making them appear larger and revealing a generous amount of cleavage. 

Wulfe gazed at it and exclaimed, "Well, allow me to be your fairy godmother and enhance its beauty. It's already stunning, but I have a few ideas."

I nodded in agreement. Golden strands of magic flowed from Wulfe's fingertips, delicately wrapping around me. I could feel the dress transforming ever so subtly. When the sensation finally ceased, Wulfe smiled and directed me towards a full-length mirror to admire the result.

My eyes traveled from my elegant updo, adorned with a crown, to my alluring and mysterious face, down to my graceful neck, and finally to the dress itself. The gossamer fabric was now even more ethereal, allowing my skin to be more visible.

The once colorless and shimmering crystals had been replaced with vibrant rubies, which covered my entire body. There were additional rubies accentuating my breasts and at the junction of my legs, but as I moved, my skin was revealed, and my dragon scales shimmered alongside.

The dress gracefully fell to my ankles, and I wore elegant high-heeled shoes, dainty and also adorned with rubies. I marveled at my amazing figure, with a clear hourglass shape and my breasts almost spilling out, appearing creamy and inviting. The rubies shimmered, seemingly growing from my skin.

Wulfe declared, "It's time to add some more jewels. I have just the right ones for you. Consider them my gift."

He produced a necklace with a massive bloodred diamond and placed it around my neck. It was absolutely perfect. I also had bangles on both wrists and earrings, all adorned with either rubies or diamonds, in the same captivating shade of red. I was now draped in the color of blood, but it felt fitting.

Wulfe explained, "It is customary for a bride to wear red. While a queen wears the blood of her enemies or the spoils of war. These jewels are your spoils of war to wear. If you were to wear black, it would signify power, and death and violet would represent lust. Gold and white, well those are colors of immortality, divinity even. However, as a creature of love, red is your color. Damon may only see you as a source of power now, but the future is uncertain, and he may regain his senses eventually."

I nodded in understanding and replied, "I don't really mind. As long as I have you, I realized during my journey that if the first choice doesn't want me, there are nine other, even better versions of him. I have already devised plans to seduce them at some point. They are surprisingly susceptible."

Wulfe chuckled and said, "Oh, my love, when the time is right, we shall see how skilled of a seductress you truly are."

We were ready, and Wulfe had magically transformed his own clothes into a black velvet tuxedo with a ruffled bloodred shirt. He looked incredibly handsome, causing a warm sensation to stir in my belly. It also wet my pussy. Wulfe seemed to notice, his nostrils flaring as he smirked at me. It was as if my body was already seducing him.

As we approached the door of the dance hall, trumpets blared, announcing our arrival. Wulfe escorted me to my throne, which had been relocated here. I gracefully walked, my hips swaying, rubies shimmering and in a pretty brightly lit dancehall, I felt a kind of exposed. I took a seat and gestured for the festivities to commence.

Damon and Mariella were already present, and Damon's surprise was clear as he watched me make my way to the throne. I ignored him and engaged in conversation with Wulfe and several alluring Salvatores who surrounded me.

As I sat there, my mind wandered through my life. Mimi Springcove, or perhaps Queen Salvatore, was now seated on a damn throne in the midst of a large gathering of vampires, reigning as the vampire queen. I recalled how frightened I had been 130 years ago when Samuel had given me my first blood bag, marking the beginning of my life as a hybrid rather than just a werewolf.

Damon had not been there for me in a long time, and his help had been sporadic at best. However, I couldn't help but reminisce about our time together in England, our perfect year. Unfortunately, things had become less perfect afterwards. It often felt overwhelming to try and hold on to the happiness we once shared, especially as Damien's influence over Damon grew stronger.

And now, our love, if it could even be called that, was just as sporadic, at least on Damon's part. But my love for Damon remained unchanged, and I had nine versions of him here with me. Number two had said it best: number one belonged to Mariella, and there was no one else.

Despite everything we had been through over the years, my feelings for Damon had not faded. And with this new version of myself, I was determined to let it show. Why should I pine over someone who doesn't want me when I have nine better choices? Yes, I can be the queen, but I am also a passionate woman with my own desires. 

I noticed that woman staring at Damon again.

Since Number Two was nearby, I asked him, "Is she one of yours, one of the old ones?"

Number Two looked at her, frowned, and replied, "No, she's not human. Why do you ask?"

I explained, "I've noticed her staring at Damon for a long time now, and she's doing it again. It gives me an uneasy feeling, like I should remember something. Should we warn Number One?"

Number Two shook his head. I saw Nine and Ten, who were mingling with the guests, making their way towards the woman, but keeping their distance. She gave me the creeps, and I felt like there was a memory trying to resurface. Irritated, I frowned but didn't say anything.

Then it was time for the official dancing section.

Wulfe helped me stand and led me to the dance floor, but Damon approached us and said to Wulfe, "Thank you for taking care of MY queen, but it's time for our first dance. You may leave."

Wulfe bowed and smirked as he walked away.

Damon looked at my dress and muttered, "Damn, that dress is gorgeous. I had no idea it looked like this."

I told him, "Wulfe enchanted it a bit. It used to have colorless crystals, but he transformed it into this stunning Armani dress. Although I must admit, I feel rather exposed."

Damon dryly replied, "I must say, you do look quite exposed, but in the most sensual way possible. No wonder the Salvatores are flocking around you."

I smiled and said, "The jewels are from Wulfe. It's customary for a bride to wear blood, and for a queen to wear the blood of enemies or loot acquired from enemies, in the form of jewelry."

Damon nodded and said, "I'm sorry about this morning. I was being a jerk and didn't come to help you look like a queen. I'm not the perfect husband."

I responded neutrally, "It's good that you acknowledge it, but let me make this clear. If you don't want me for anything other than my powers, I have nine others who do want me, and I have many plans to seduce them. So, I'm not going to pine after you."

He looked at me sharply.

The band started playing a dignified waltz, and we gracefully glided across the dance floor. My heels made a soft clicking sound, and my posture was impeccable, in tune with the rhythm of this ancient dance. I was playing my role as queen, but I had spoken my mind.

It was time for Damon to realize that I had changed. The damn VENOMS had changed me. Or maybe it was the aftermath that had done it. But now, it was time for me to pursue my own happiness, instead of waiting around and hoping it would magically happen.

Damon appeared deep in thought, and I noticed the brunette woman watching us again. She seemed attentive and sharp, but none of the Salvatore's knew her, so it would be pointless to point her out to Damon. He wouldn't recognize her either. Oddly enough, she didn't even acknowledge Mariella's presence.

However, her gaze made me uneasy. Damon noticed my discomfort and looked at me with concern.

He asked, "What's wrong? You seem on edge. Tell me."

I replied, "It's that brunette. None of the Salvatore's recognize her, yet she's been watching you all day. And when she looks at me, it gives me the creeps. I don't know why, but she's not human. She's immune to telepathy, so even Wulfe can't get into her head."

Damon glanced at the woman as she walked by, though it wasn't obvious.

He frowned and finally said, "She's hostile, but I'm not sure towards whom. My empathy tells me that much, so be careful. She's definitely not human, vampire, or witch. I'm hesitant to let you sleep alone, but there's nothing I can do. I have to be with my bride. It'll be like our wedding, but as a vampire, a shifter, and a man. And I won't be gentle, so Mariella will feel it, if that's any consolation. Let's see what tomorrow brings, and please stay close to the Salvatores for the rest of the evening."

As the waltz finally ended, he nodded and went over to Mariella. I saw a certain glint in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. Wulfe came next to me as the next waltz began to play, and I told him what Damon had said. He didn't seem too pleased.

As the evening wore on, I danced with someone the whole time. First with every Salvatore, then with my four, Colin, Dexter, Murdock, Magnum, Derek, Dresden, Constantine, Alaric, Taylor, and Tim.

My legs ached when it was time to retire for the night. Wulfe would be the one to escort me to my room, ensuring its security. Damon had asked him to make sure I wasn't disturbed during the night and that I would be alone. That was fine by me.

I was feeling quite tired as we arrived at my room. Wulfe kindly helped me out of my dress and drew a hot bath for me. As I soaked my tired muscles in the bath (dancing for hours can be tiresome), Wulfe took care of unmaking my bed and securing the room as best as he could.

He then assisted me into my nightgown and wished me a good night, saying, "See you in the morning. Sleep well, you look exhausted."

I nodded in response. As Wulfe left, he turned off the lights, and I soon fell asleep. I was so exhausted.

In the corridor, a solitary figure lurked in the shadows, biding its time. The moment for revenge was fast approaching. It sought retribution for the one who had taken its beloved away.

They could have had everything together, but no, that accursed freak had to intervene. Soon, the freak would feel the consequences in her frail body. She had taken everything from it, and now it was time for her to pay. The entire hive would pay as well.