Bloodlust is not a fun feeling. It certainly wasn't, and now I knew I couldn't do the job. Being far too irritated, blood was all I could think about, and oh fuck, I was having trouble controlling my fangs when before they'd been quite small, or I could keep them small, but not now.
I tried to cook, and when I took a big lump of raw wagyu, just the smell of the blood made my fangs fully exposed, my eyes black, and I stuck my fangs into the meat and sucked. And then I spent eight hours throwing up when the animal's blood did that to me.
Now, I didn't know if I could even drive a car; my road rage and this bloodlust made me quite unpredictable, and I didn't want to get into any big trouble now, like trying to attack people.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was paler, my eyes black, and my fangs showing again. Fucking fangs, long and pink and pretty fucking dangerous looking. And it seemed that the slightest irritation made them come out.
Luckily, Bran was no longer in the house because, according to Samuel, Bran is a bit vampire-phobic, and I, with my fangs out in a hissy fit, might not be the best option. Also, it seemed like it might be heat time coming, which only added to my irritation.
I had no choice but to go hunting on my own with only Mirella to help me. Mimosa was in just as wild a mood; she, too, was bloodthirsty, and I cursed as I somehow knew that Damon was partly a coward for not coming back. Just when I needed him. Nick and Elias were chasing black witches, so they weren't there. It was evening, and I got ready.
I got dressed, not in my gig clothes, but in a top, a miniskirt, and boots. I said nothing to Adam when I left discreetly. Samuel had taken a blood test on me, and it showed severe vampiric anemia, telling me of my need for blood.
I drove into downtown Chicago, and it was already midnight when I set out to find suitable victims. I parked the car and started walking down the streets. I looked at people, and they seemed to have a red glow.
Mirella said, "That's your food radar. Red says it's not suitable for you to eat; you need to look for green."
Fine, then I saw the victim. It was a man, blond, tall, and funny looking, chatting with some women, but clearly green. Albeit quite pale green.
Mirella said, "That man, that. A weak incubus, but let's see if it's enough, and don't worry, you won't drink the incubus to death, empty maybe, but it won't kill him."
I sighed and prepared to strike. I walked, swaying my hips, towards the man, and he heard the click of my heels, turned to look. I was wearing a black leather jacket, red top underneath, bare waist, black leather skirt, high-heeled black boots, heavy makeup, and my long red hair was loose.
The man turned to face me and smiled. I went up to the man and seduced him. Mirella had told me that, actually, incubus in bed is not a good thing because it's their sperm that gets the Chi off, so it hurts. Well, I would not fuck. I was going to eat.
Incubus is always ready, so I didn't even have to seduce him for long before I led him into the alley. I pressed him up against the wall, supposedly to kiss him to get close. I acted with lightning speed, sank my teeth into his neck, and started to drink. Although, as is common belief, I don't just put the tip of my fangs in a vein and then suck blood. I stuck my fangs through the vein, sliced it open properly, and then drank.
I swallowed and swallowed like a thirsty, dying person. I drank naughtily so the victim wouldn't fight back so hard when he came in his pants. I gripped the victim in place, and when his heart slowed down so that the blood no longer flowed into my mouth, I loosened my fangs and laid the victim on the ground.
I panted for a moment. I always ate neatly, and not a drop spilled, even though the blood had just about rushed into my mouth when I had reached his artery.
That blood helped, but not completely. Mirella chuckled and said, " Let's find someone a little stronger than that idiot."
We wandered off, and Mirella spotted the victim again. Her voice was excited. I looked, and already there was a really strong green; I could feel my fangs almost coming out.
"That, that woman, very good. Energy witch, again, can't die, but that'll give you a good meal. Just put up a little more, so you'll have to watch out."
I sighed and thought, well, honesty might help in this matter. I was able to control myself and drink now, probably in a civilized manner.
A woman was standing by the window of a shop, which was a jewellery shop, while she was window shopping.
I walked up to the woman and said, "I am a hybrid, a werewolf vampire. Dare you to let me drink from you? I know I can't kill you, and you know it. I'm new to this. I recently remarried, and let's just say my wedding caused my vampire side to wake up, and this is my first night of predation. There are a few vampire-phobes in my pack, so I'm not allowed to drink from pack members. By the way, my name is Mimi."
The woman looked at me from head to toe as if to gauge if I was who I said I was. The woman had long, brown hair. She was taller than me, with a perfect hourglass body. I just realized that if Damon had been around, he would have taken this woman on his own. She had vibrant eyes and looked like an old movie star. She laughed in her voice, and her laugh was ringing, like the ringing of a bell. It reminded me of something, and I just couldn't remember what.
The woman said, " Fine, my name is Mariella; nice to meet you, Mimi. Have a drink."
We went to the alley; I came to the woman, glued myself to her, and held on tightly as I slashed the vein again. I drank naughtily again, and she sighed and shuddered in my grip. This was heavenly. I don't know how much I drank, but when I stopped the restlessness, the irritability was gone.
I said, panting almost from relief, "Thank you. That helped, and you wouldn't believe how much."
The woman said, her face flushed. She was panting, too. "I did not know feeding a vampire could be so pleasurable."
I said, "Thank you again so very much. You saved my sanity."
The woman nodded and walked away. I started walking towards the car. I didn't notice the woman disappear, and in her place, a big, white, fat, long-haired cat ran down the alley into the darkness.
I went back to the house and told Adam what I had done.
Adam said, "Glad that helped. I'm aware of your blood farm, and I'll see if I can get some strong enough blood from somewhere, but they are short of donors right now. "
I nodded and said, "I need to concentrate on expanding them. They'd probably be the best solution, but it takes time. Oh, fuck, that damn Salvatore. He talked at the wedding about how he'd help with some vampire thing, but I got the impression there was going to be a stabbing. Did you know that when we left the ceremony for that ride, he killed the guy just to show how easy it was? "
Adam growled, and then his phone rang, and he turned and walked away. I watched him walk, his ass, and I felt my pussy get wet. I knew for sure now that my heat was approaching, and I didn't want to talk about it to anyone yet. I had taken my contraceptive capsules carefully, as always, and I had four days before the next one.
I continued to just hang around for a couple of days and was just thinking about how best to get the blood farm going when Bran came to the house for a while; I was told. Adam and Samuel both warned me about Bran's distrust of vampires. Perfect, so fucking perfect for that. Fine.
I could feel myself getting hungry for blood again and irritated. My fangs were coming out again. My bloodlust was on furious display. I tried to behave, stay out of Bran's way, and even eat at different times. It had only been two days since my blood meal.
"Do I really have to wander the city every fucking night looking for something to eat?" I thought irritably.
Mirella said, " You are still very vampire anemic, and you should have been drinking daily from a powerful creature. It would help, but now there is no choice but to go in search of prey."
Great, I thought, just so fucking perfect. As if my life wasn't hard enough already, this one is, too. Being a vampire wasn't that glamorous anymore, and I also knew that the balance of being more wolf than vampire had shifted a hell of a lot.
Sometimes, I cursed it when Damon turned me to eating only supernatural blood, and sometimes, I wished in my mind Bran into the lowest hell; I knew that Adam or Samuel's blood would help and I could drink from them naughtily, but when Bran had extended his commandment that they could not give me blood. No way.
I was sitting in my favorite chair in the living room, reading a book on surgery, when Bran came to sit across from me. I was trying to concentrate, and the bloodlust was on all the time, the headache, the light sensitivity.
Now I didn't want to be in the sun even though it wasn't burning me, but something about it didn't sit well with me, plus I was exhausted during the day and in the daylight hours, and I was wondering for a moment if I was going to fucking fall asleep in the coffin.
Bran looked at me for a moment, sniffed the air, and said, "Tell me, little girl, what's your problem with me? You're not eating at the same time. You're avoiding like the plague. Even now, you're trying to keep that book in front of you. Yes, I can smell you're getting your heat on. There's nothing you can do about it. And Damon's not here to take care of you right now. You don't have a bloodlust. It's just your temper. Well, you can do some damage, but you've always kept a low profile. You have no problem with rage, no matter what your husband, lovely and absent, if I may say so, says. You're just angry about those weddings and trying to be scarier when you don't want to be a drugged and weak victim anymore. Yes, I've been there before with so many, but little girl, it helps when you give in to someone else who shows you it's in a woman's nature to be weaker. I'm just that. Now I'm going to take care of your heat, turn it on, and call it right, so put the book away, and get ready."
I started to rage and rage hard. I squeezed the book and felt my fangs fully exposed. I was no fucking fuck toy for the gentleman this time, and this idiot had no idea about the bloodlust. If he'd been even a little different, I might have been able to seduce him into letting me bite him and experience what it feels like to eat naughtily, but not now. My bloodlust spiked, I felt my eyes turn black, and Bran took on a green glow as my radar activated.
Bran leaned forward and grabbed my book, yanking it from my grip. " Oh, you have your fangs showing, and your eyes black. Now stop playing Vampire. Now you put those fangs away. Now. And put your eyes back to normal. I will not allow that kind of behavior in my house. Do you understand? You calm down. You put your fangs away and show me how you, Mimi salvatore, know how to show respect for your alpha. I am Marrok, and you will obey!!"
Bran pushed the marrok power towards me, and that was enough. It wasn't working anywhere near as hard at the moment as before; I was so much more of a vampire, and so was Mimosa.
I stood up and said, "To borrow my husband's attitude and words, Bran. I warn once and then act, and this is the warning. I need blood. And if you continue with that macho rant to put the heat on me, I will sink these fangs into you and drink as long as I feel like it. I'm not a little girl; my rage is all over the place, and my nerves are gone. So fuck off and leave me alone. I could have let you experience incredible pleasure as payment for your blood, but now I don't care anymore!!"
I stood still and looked Bran straight in the eye.
Bran stared back and mustered more marrok power and said in a crisp voice, "Mimi, lower your eyes, get down on all fours on the couch, and stay still. Or you'll experience again what it feels like to be a wolf's bitch when I give orders, and Samuel obeys me completely otherwise to tranquilize you, and then I'll put the heat on you. And then little girl, then Adam and Samuel get to witness from the cage how you take every fucking alpha's cock when I hold another alpha party, and this time, everyone gets to be in their wolf form when they come on your back again. And let me tell you, these are big boys, eager and very capable of breeding. If that doesn't make you learn, I'll do the same again as soon as you've recovered from your miscarriage. It's so easy to get in the heat. How many lusts, miscarriages, and wolf dicks do you need before you're the good little bitch you're supposed to be? Do you miss these little contraceptive capsules? You're not getting them, you bitch."
Bran's voice was unfamiliar, and somehow, the entire statement was unbelievable, but I knew he was going to do it. He showed me my capsule jar, and I cursed in my mind. I also knew Bran would make Damon disappear somewhere sometimes, and quite often, I just didn't know where.
I reacted. I lunged at Bran and knocked him into a chair, and my fangs had done their job before Bran could react. I was thirsty and didn't care that, eventually Bran's heart stopped as I got up, wiped my mouth, and went upstairs.