The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

I was still standing in the shower when Damon's gentle voice interrupted, "Come on, time to get moving. No need to soak yourself all morning."

I turned off the water and grabbed the nearby robe. After wringing my hair dry with a soft absorbent towel, I slipped into the robe and wrapped it around myself. I didn't remember much about the nightmare, but I could recall the session where that female was present.

I was happy. She was now dead, her lifeless body displayed in the courtyard, impaled on one of the sharp poles. It had a very old-fashioned, Dracula-like vibe, but we were in the midst of a vampire wedding.

My head was pounding and my thoughts were scattered after the attack by Wulfe, but it had to be done. He had to access that memory. The others were brainstorming ways to find a backdoor into my mind, just in case someone ever tried the same thing on me to protect my new hive.

The memory was encapsulated, with me inside, surrounded by a hard shell formed by my willpower and powers, only crackable by the love I had shared. Wulfe had hit it with full force, so it wasn't surprising that I wasn't completely there yet.

But I was a damn excellent actress, and I would fake it until I made it. With time, my mind would improve.

I took a seat as Damon prepared to style my hair and do my makeup. Everything was going fine, and he handled me with great care. His grip was firm and confident as he dried my hair and started styling it, using various products. He even bit my neck to deepen the bloodred shade, making it even more vibrant, if that was even possible.

I always enjoyed having my hair done just right from the beginning. It was one of those little things that you don't realize you appreciate until you lose it. He made sure my makeup was flawless. It wasn't as striking as my evening makeup, but it was still effective.

He went through my clothes and modified one of my Valentino dresses. Now it was all black, with shimmering silver and golden strands woven into it. After doing my hair, he helped me into the dress and cinched it tightly. It was still slightly loose, but Damon explained that I had lost weight because of the nightmare and not eating much.

He reassured me that the heat and our wedding would help. However, he seemed slightly subdued when talking about the wedding, and I wasn't sure why. The dress showed off my shape but wasn't as provocative as the last one. He gave me my usual bright blue pumps since the hem ended halfway to my calves, making the shoes visible. My nails were painted a bright red, fire truck red, without any diamonds this time.

He placed a crown on my head and offered his arm as we left the room, heading to breakfast as the king and queen. He didn't ask about the nightmare, and as we arrived in the kitchen, he acted like a king, haughty and royal, treating me as his queen. I sat down after he did, and I noticed Mariella and the others sitting at our table, each with a guardian next to them.

Wulfe was seated near me, but there was no room for him to sit next to me at the end of the table. I didn't say anything and let Damon take charge, ordering what he wanted for me. He tasted each item on my plate first, clearly discontent with the security lapse that allowed the woman to attack me.

In a cold voice, he said as they brought the first course to me, "I better taste this for myself, lest anyone attack my queen again."

After he tasted everything, he placed the plate in front of me, and I waited for him to start eating before I began. Then Damon nodded, and everyone else started eating. I wasn't allowed to drink or eat anything he hadn't tasted.

The elders, dressed in black, sat far away from us. They were clearly scared of Damon, and I didn't want to know why they behaved that way, but my pretender side noticed certain things. The eldest among them felt guilty, the youngest feared what would happen next, and the middle one seemed upset about something. 

Fine, I sent my observations to Damon, who gave a sharp look to the elders. With a single glance at Wulfe, I could see his hourglass pupils forming and his eyes glowing in a violet hue. The oldest elder pressed a napkin on his bloody nose.

Wulfe's slight nod caused Damon's mouth to form a tight line and his eyes to darken. I could feel his rage, as he tapped into my own, taking a bit of my rage from my holding tank before I could warn him not to mess with it.

His breathing became ragged. This happened after we had finished our meat course, as breakfast was a full meal.

Damon lifted his gaze and spoke in a chilling voice, saying, "It seems that our esteemed elders have succumbed to their age and lost their faculties. It would be wise to remember that we have twelve telepaths here, forming a hive, with me being the oldest, millennia-old, and ten others, including my son Lepard and the Guardian of the Queen, the oldest supernatural being in the universe. I have sent evidence, plucked from your minds, as my dear Queen was the one who saw guilt written on your faces, for everyone to witness. My Queen has given you her blood, yet you betrayed her. However, I will not be the one to pass judgment. I leave it to the rest of our guests. My family does not want bloodshed on this joyous occasion, but we will deal with this fiasco soon enough. It is evident that this is no longer a haven for me or my pack."

His voice boomed throughout the enormous hall. I could see several vampires rise up, grabbing the elders and dragging them away. I couldn't help but chuckle in my mind. Every time I, a vampire, got married to Damon, it seemed to inspire someone who was always against us, usually involving the elders.

Mariella was not as sore as Damon had expected. I also noticed that as the young boy servants brought her more food, she flirted shamelessly with one of them, making Damon's mood sour.

"Oh please, Mariella," I thought to myself, "look at your husband, not the crotch of that waiter boy."

It seemed that she didn't notice Damon's rising tension, and Magnum, being a ladies' man, was busy flirting with a woman across the table, paying no attention to what his charge was doing. 

I was still tired from a night full of nightmares, and this breakfast, with its ever-increasing tension, seemed to drain the rest of my strength. However, I mustered on. I knew there would only be a brief pause on the plane, as the flight would take less than three hours.

Still, I wasn't sure how long I would have to wait for the wedding to start, or if everything was already prepared and we just needed to show up. I wondered what kind of wedding dress there would be and if there would be a customary warning round beforehand. Everything was happening so fast.

Damon's mood wasn't at its best, so I behaved perfectly. Mariela, on the other hand, seemed unaware of how she was acting. She was flirting and smiling at every man available, not paying attention to Damon. Her body language spoke volumes - her relaxed posture pushed her breasts out, and she toyed with her locks.

She was the unruly one, while I played the part of the perfect queen, sitting properly and behaving. I kept my hands on the cutlery or in my lap, didn't smile or talk, and occasionally glanced at Damon, making sure he noticed that my attention was on him. Just as he expected.

What I didn't know or suspect was the effect of my pheromones. Poor Mariela had been exposed to them on the first day, when my pheromones were fully open, signaling my impending heat. This was what was making her so friendly and relaxed, as her body reacted to my pheromones, preparing her for her own heat.

Now, Adam and Charles, sitting next to Mimosa and Shadow, unconsciously emitted their pheromones, which kept these females under control. However, Magnum, being inexperienced, had no idea what was happening or what he was supposed to do. He didn't even recognize the pheromones emanating from Mariela, which affected him too, causing him to flirt with men.

As Damon's anger heightened, he wasn't as sharp as he could have been, unable to pick up on the pheromones or the drama that had unfolded, much like the other Salvatores, who were upset by the situation. 

After breakfast finally ended, Damon announced, "We're leaving now. You're free to do whatever you want with the ex-elders. But next time, if we decide to grace halls with our presence, make sure the elders have their faculties intact. We don't want a repeat of this."

We walked out of the kitchen, and Damon turned to me, saying, "Come on, change your clothes. Our car is waiting, and most of our bags are already in there. Let me check one thing."

Suddenly, he sank his fangs into my neck, paralyzing me on the spot. Darkness enveloped me as a potent sedative, the sensation of liquid velvet flowed through my veins.

I woke up to the bright winter sun shining in my eyes. I was in bed, realizing we had already arrived at the German castle. I still felt slightly drugged, experiencing a lingering hangover. It had been a while since I had been velveted this strongly, so it wasn't surprising. I struggled to gather enough energy to stumble towards the bathroom.

The light hurt my eyes, worsening my headache. My mouth tasted awful, like shit to be honest, not that I had ever tasted shit actually but anyway and I could feel dried spit on my cheek and chin. There was a moist spot on my pillow. Just as I was trying to sit up, the door opened, and Charles walked in, carrying a tray with glasses, a pot of coffee, and a plate covered with a metal lid.

He greeted me with a smile and said, "Good morning. The wedding is tomorrow. Damon and Mariella went to the magic house, or shop or something. The Salvatores are making sure the catering is following all the rules, but they sent me to bring you these. You had a potent scent of velvet a few hours ago when Number Two checked on you, so they suspected you had a terrible hangover. These should help. Start with this, sip slowly, and let it do its job. Then you can try this one and see if you can handle some coffee and food afterwards."

He gestured several drinks in tray. I grunted and attempted to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but dizziness overwhelmed me, causing me to shake my head and intensifying my headache.

Charles placed the tray near me, then picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He helped me use the toilet and patiently waited as I relieved my extremely full bladder.

My mind was still moving slowly, unsure of what kind of wedding this would be. But that was a concern for tomorrow. Maybe Damon and Mariella had simply gone shopping, and I was jumping to conclusions.

After emptying what it felt like several liters of piss from my body, Charles supported me as I washed my hands to prevent me from losing my balance. He then carried me back to bed and covered me, even though I was sitting up.

He came closer to me, holding me in his arms, and offered me a drink to sip on. His care and proximity helped me feel better.

I sipped the drink slowly, tasting the flavor of passion fruit. It was mostly made by the teeth of the Salvatores, who had a talent for creating amazing flavors. It helped to moisten my mouth and get rid of the unpleasant taste of shit on my tongue.

After that, Charles continued to keep me close and suggested spending the day in bed, not engaging in any passionate sex or anything carnal, but instead watching TV or simply talking and cuddling. He yearned to keep me in his arms. 

Wulfe was still resting, as he had also been exhausted from the recent attack. He almost burned out his telepathy when he saved me. We were all in the process of recovering. I enjoyed being in the seductive cloud of Charles' pheromones, as it made me feel aroused.

He continued to take care of me, giving me coffee and feeding me. My mind was still recovering from Wulfe's attack, making me feel sluggish. However, I was happy when Adam and the boys arrived an hour or so later.

We decided to watch the Jurassic Park movies from the beginning and discussed what it would be like if dinosaurs were real. We pondered how they would have changed nature. Of course, boys saw them as meals, when Charles was taming them to be like horses or dogs. Adam saw military use in dinosaur, well, I pondered were they that easy to train and breeding them. Dinosaur farms, shows, in basically, I made them new type of dogs. 

I came up with an interesting scenario: aliens from another planet would come and relocate us to a new planet. The new planet would mostly comprise rough pebbles and water, but it was in one spot, so you would have to break it loose, so it could flow all over the planet.

We would be given a certain amount of supplies to bring with us, and we were unsure if magic would work there, so we had to take that into consideration. We discussed what it would take to make the planet habitable and how we would have to breed and multiply.

The boys had concerns about whether to bring Damon and Mariella, as they would breed too quickly and not contribute much to the work. We decided that a few Salvatores would be useful, not just for cooking and fucking, but also for their acting and functional skills.

As a botanist, I was assigned the responsibility of plants and seeds. Each of us would select animals to bring along. It was a lot of fun involving the boys in selecting the plans. 

Of course, as they inhaled my seductive pheromones and my heat grew closer, our scenario transformed into a fully blown plan for an orgy. However, according to our rules, we needed a reason for the orgy.

Let's just say that my companions and I were excellent at finding reasons to have an orgy on that planet. It was incredibly enjoyable, and as we laughed like maniacs, numbers two and four brought some food. We welcomed them in, and things escalated to a whole new level.

The reasons for having an orgy in our scenario multiplied. Number four started dreaming about how he would classify all the new species of animals, and I mentioned I had about 150 species of plants in my lab, mainly unnamed or undiscovered orchids. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he expressed his desire to name them someday, and share them with our entire group.

I reminded them of the time when number one had witnessed my cross-species experiment. He had used his magic to make it flower, and then stimulated it with his energy, pollinating it and producing seeds. I now had 95 specimens of that species, although they didn't flower as well as I had hoped.

Number two retorted, grinning, "Of course it doesn't flower! It fell in love with number one, with Salvatore. He seduced it. Oh baby, bring a few of them here so they can sense us, and I guarantee flower stalks will start to form as they want to breed with us."

I couldn't help but burst into laughter. This was an incredibly fun time. Although I had my suspicions about an upcoming wedding, we would have to wait and see what it entailed. Tomorrow would reveal all.