The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

As the spell broke, I found myself in Central Park, basking in the warmth of a beautiful summer day. The sun kissed my skin as I stood there, wearing a pink dress that flowed with the gentle breeze. The sound of chirping birds and laughter filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere.

Startled, I turned to my side when Spike, his pale complexion contrasting with the bite marks on his neck, exclaimed, "What the fuck?"

Memories of biting him flooded my mind, making me shudder. He pleaded, "Please, my Queen, don't leave me. Bite me...have mercy."

Although Spike's growling request for mercy unnerved me, I remained calm.

"Let's see if you can behave," I replied softly.

However, my attention was soon drawn to a soft cooing sound in front of me. I looked down and saw six babies in strollers. I inwardly groaned; once again, I found myself in the role of a mother. It seemed as though the universe was trying to tell me to settle down and start a family.

Spike assured me, "I will keep you safe, my Queen. Worry not."

With no clear understanding of what had transpired, memories slowly flooded back, accompanied by the lingering effects of the spell.

Pushing the strollers forward, I snapped my fingers at Spike, and soon Angelus joined us, offering his wrist and pleading, "Please, bite me. I have eliminated your enemies."

Feeling a slight hunger, I decided to indulge in a taste of Angelus. I sank my fangs into his wrist, causing him to shudder in a mix of pain and pleasure. It appeared that my bite had become addictive to them. Well, that worked in my favor. Once we returned home, we would have a conversation about this.

As I reminisced about the pack, a groan escaped my mind. I had no clue how the spell had affected them, and it was my luck that I would have to erase their memories of me, perhaps permanently. My hints were anything but weak, and as a brutally strong vampire, I knew the task wouldn't be easy. Despite Damon drinking my milk for weeks, I remembered the intensity with which he desired me and how he took my virginity. I shook my head and chuckled at the unconventional path my virginity always seemed to take. 

As I walked home, the sounds of my footsteps echoed through the empty streets. Gradually, my memory started to resurface, reminding me of how I had awoken in a dense forest. The bitterness of jealousy towards Damon overwhelmed me, and I foolishly tagged him, leading to my own demise. Yet, I had chosen to release him, an act that haunted me with a hollow emptiness. These memories sent shivers down my spine, a constant reminder of my past.

But now, as a mother once again, my life had taken an interesting turn. I had pets, and their presence brought a newfound sense of intrigue. My vampire nature reveled in the power I held over these three individuals, as they were addicted to my presence. However, I couldn't help but wonder if there was any pleasure in torturing them. They yearned to please me, to be bitten, but I resolved to make this arrangement work.

A mirthless smile tugged at my lips as I thought about the homecoming. First, I had befriended Wulfe, and now I had these three individuals, whom I despised the most, as my pets. Would I eventually grow attached to them as friends, or were they forever soulless beings? The turmoil in my mind was relentless. Was there a possibility of restoring their lost souls? Could they find salvation? I shook my head, trying to clear these thoughts as I turned into my driveway, the gravel beneath the strollers' wheels crunching softly.

Silently, I made my way to the door and opened it, stepping inside. To my surprise, Cole Michaelson walked towards me, offering his wrist. "Please, my queen, one bite..."

I rolled my eyes in amusement and grabbed his wrist, relishing the taste of his robust blood as I drained him. His shudders and moans only fueled my satisfaction.

Spike, ever reliable, spoke up. "I can take care of the babies, as usual. You go eat something."

Memories of Spike being in charge of the babies' well-being flooded my mind, and I nodded in agreement. I allowed him to push the strollers and guide the babies into the nursery.

Slowly, I made my way to the kitchen. The aroma of a large roast filled the air, reminding me that Cole had prepared it. The fact that an original vampire was cooking for me was both amusing and disturbing, a mixture of conflicting emotions swirling within me. 

As I savored each bite, the succulent roast melted in my mouth, its juices bursting with flavor. The ice-cold coke fizzed against my tongue, refreshing and tangy. Amidst my meal, thoughts swirled in my mind about who I had become. A sense of hollowness, weariness, and emptiness plagued my existence. It felt like a glimpse into the future or perhaps an empathetic connection with someone else.

But who else could feel this deep emptiness? Damon? Wulfe? Uncertainty clouded my thoughts. Was it all a result of a spell, amplifying my perception of jealousy, perhaps from Damon? And was it my own desire to save or was it Mariella's? I pondered on the fragments of Charles and Adam that might have been a part of me. Did the spell strip away all pretense, leaving only my true self buried within? The absence of love, the self-perception of a monster - it felt too real, too much like me. Questions swirled, but answers eluded me.

After the satisfying meal, I strolled through my grand mansion, taking in the opulence that surrounded me. I examined every detail, questioning my pets about their sinister plan. They confessed their intention to seize control of our pack, forcing breeding and selling our offspring. Their desire to dominate me outweighed any physical attraction, or so I believed, not willing to explore that further.

My loyal pets trailed behind, ready to serve my every need. Memories flooded my mind, reminding me of the weeks spent in this place. How long had it truly been? I had been pregnant when Damon ended my life, around two weeks along. So, my pregnancy had lasted only four weeks, meaning I had been here for at least three weeks or more.

How old were my babies now? Perhaps it was time to find a magic house and get a protective bubble to shelter them. I wasn't sure if I was ready to embrace the responsibility of caring for them yet. Leading again was not something I was prepared for, not at this moment. This journey had been one hell of a rollercoaster ride. 

What was I going to do with these three? It would be more than likely that the pack would kill them, but I wasn't sure if it was the best plan. I knew I had a flank organ and it was the new version, as it had been a freaking long, but I had remotes too. As I had a collar on me too and those two chakras burned in my neck. As I continued to ask questions about my pets, they told me that they had been breeders.

Their balls had been filled with Salvatore's sperm, and it had been their job to get women pregnant. When Mariella released her pheromone, it had driven the shifter into heat. But those had been well ungulates, birds, rodents, and Salvatore had turned them into those animals so they could impregnate those females. They had to fuck or mate with them until they conceived, meaning they changed back to human, and I know or I suspect that had not been too fulfilling.

Anyway, they had been fucking for so long that they had almost died, and Salvatore had thrown them into the forest, assuming they were useless and dying. And then I had been there. It had been Freya's spell, and Drusilla and Rebecca were also a part of it. The back door had been true love. Well, it had not been mine, but so it must have been Damon and Mariella. She was already fallen for him, so good for them.

I had been properly pregnant, but I had used my powers to push those embryos to sleep. Salvatore might not like it, but then again, when I was not going to go after him, time would tell, and I would need some time to get myself back in order, to learn this life again. Being a mother, well, it was not so hard.

But I went outside for a little while. I ordered my pets into their cages, where they spent nights and times when I did not want them to wander around. I went to find the magic house. I used my radar. It showed it to me, and even though it is a dark finder, I am strong enough that I can see good objects too, albeit they are weak, and there is no obsession for me to touch them.

After I had found the magic house, I went in and told Constantine about what happened. He told me that the pack was clearing that facility, turning it into the pack's prison for our enemies. There were a lot of vampire hags ready to be used. Again, it was our destiny, our duty to breed, but we were using proxies here. It was not forbidden. Our DNA would be on them. I told him about my pets, and he wanted to see them.

As we entered, my pets were in their cage and I took him into the nursery. I eagerly led him towards my babies, their soft coos filling the room.

"You should bind their powers," he said, his voice low and grave. "This lot is strong."

I shrugged, feeling the coolness of the room against my skin. "Well, I'm not a magic creature, and this house isn't linked, so go ahead, bind them if you can."

He nodded, his eyes focused and determined. "Fine, you should contact your pack. They would have no trouble binding this lot in no time."

I hesitated, my fingers brushing against the fabric of my sleeve. "I just need a little time on my own. I'm not yet ready to face them. It all felt so real, but was it really me? And what parts of me have been scattered to others? And when that spell went so terribly wrong, what have my hints caused?" I pondered aloud. "Will they even remember me?"

Constantine nodded, his footsteps echoing softly as he walked towards the door. "Well, I'll go and see. I'll let you know. But when and if they remember you, they'll want to see you and your pets. As charming as they are, it's not workable for you to keep them. There's no telling how bad that addiction will get. I know they'll never get rid of it. They'll more or less worship you and do anything for you. But Salvatore's jealousy..."

I nodded and said, "Well, go and see. It will take days for them to get that place sorted out, and themselves sorted out too, someday then. I can take care of babies if you can't bind them. I am strong enough to keep them under control."

He smiled and said, "You are, but these little Mimis have already taken things into their own hands when it comes to your pets. Babies have them under their thrall."

I shook my head. Of course, I have to make a litter full of mini-me, little Mimi's. Even though there were four girls and two boys, they were mine, through and through. Constantine watched my pets in their cages, listening to their pleas for me to bite them. I showed Constantine just how much it hurt them as I bit them, but they still wanted it.

He shook his head and said, "Interesting stuff, but it won't be forever. I have to go and see what is going on with the pack and if your hints have messed them up. I will get back to you, and I will send Giselle to bind the babies."

I nodded and said, "Wulfe had made a spell earlier for my hints that separated my will out of them so they could kind of hear them. But as I am brutally strong and I really did not spare my powers when I made those hints, it was a messed up situation. I had this feeling that I was not supposed to have anyone, that I was too dangerous to have anyone. But my guess is that had come from Wulfe."

Constantine said, "Nope, it is all you. It is one part of you that you have not yet realized. But you are the one who sabotages your happiness for that reason. So, this will teach you a lot of things about yourself. You will distinctly feel what was not yours, but most of it is just parts that you are not aware of, not yet."

As Constantine left, I was full of questions, full of doubts. And now I knew that I would need time to sort out this mess in my mind and understand myself better, maybe.