The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

I sat in the dimness of the room, hugging my knees and rocking myself. It wasn't time to sip again just yet. Wulfe leaned against one wall while Magnum had gone away. It had to be just me and Wulfe, no one else.

I needed to regain control and suppress this burning bloodlust. Getting myself back in order wasn't easy. I knew that Mariella's vampire heat affected her speech and actions, but I wasn't perfect either. I was still recovering and dealing with so many issues. It was overwhelming.

Despite Wulfe's presence next to me, I felt lonely. Damon had left me, at least to some extent. He wasn't there anymore. I despised my weakness, needing him and still needing him, even though he wasn't here. Sometimes, I longed for a perfect world where he would sit next to me, pulling me close and making everything okay. But my life wasn't like that. Was I undeserving of that kind of support, or was it simply unrealistic to expect it?

Softly, Wulfe said, "Go on, have a sip. It's time, so there is no need to delay it any further."

I shook my head and replied, "I can hold on. Not just yet. I can do this, yeah, I can..."

I continued to rock myself, focusing on the opposite wall, taking it one moment at a time. I hated feeling so weak. I despised my bloodlust, knowing that I needed to distract myself from these intense emotions, as they only made things worse. I had to focus on the future.

"Yeah," I spoke aloud, "I will need you and Magnum to help take down Sark and Krycheck as much as you can. I want to do my job and stay safe. Can you do that for me? I know you can't be with me all the time, but let's face it, you'd be bored to death after a week with what I have planned."

Wulfe nodded, his voice firm yet warm. "What are you planning, then? I'm not sure I get bored that easily. Being with you is always fun, no matter what. But yes, I can keep you safe. Let's take it one step at a time. Sip some blood, please, so we can move forward."

My hand trembled as I held a small bag of potent blood, bringing it to my lips and taking a careful sip. It was perfect, but I knew I had to control myself and only indulge in a small amount. It was crucial at this time, not just to prove to Wulfe that I could do it, but to prove it to myself. Even my hands were sweaty and slippery, and my tired body, especially my ass, ached from sitting on the hard, cold floor. Rocking back and forth helped distract me and refocus my mind on what I wanted to accomplish once I was in better shape.

"Focus, Mimi," I whispered to myself. "Think about your future, concentrate on that. Look at the beige wall. What can you do with it? Not paint it with blood, no, don't think about blood or when you'll have your next sip. Think about the future, your plan, focus on that."

My mind fought against my bloodlust, but my determination pushed it deeper. I was in a battle with myself, and Wulfe couldn't help me with this one. We both knew it, and it made the struggle that much harder.

Once again, I learned the lesson that I was the solution, the one who could help me the most, not Damon, no matter how wonderful it felt when he loved me. Forget about Damon, focus solely on the future, my plan. I hated my life, but I knew this was just one of those rough patches.

It didn't help matters that my arm was throbbing, the tattoo on it growing and depicting me sitting alone in the corner of the room. Damn tattoo. But then again, I was unique, and whenever someone infused something magical into me, it always had a tendency to morph into something slightly different than the original idea.

Instead of being a story of my love with Damon, it was becoming a reflection of my best and worst moments. The irony was not lost on me. I already had my memories, ensuring that nothing would be forgotten, but now I was literally adorning my skin with my life. It was just so typical of me.

Wulfe maintained a neutral expression, but I could see his eyes flicking towards my tattoo. A slight frown formed between his brows, but he eventually realized that my uniqueness was something to be embraced.

It seemed more realistic to have my story etched onto my skin, so I could share it with the rest of the pack. Not just the good parts, but also the struggles. I wondered how they would perceive me - as a victim or a survivor. Did it really matter to me? Was it necessary to ponder how the pack would see me, or was it just another acceptance I needed to make?

It took time, but I eventually reached that point. The bloodlust finally receded, and Wulfe helped me into bed. He crawled beside me, pulled the covers over us, and kept me close until I fell asleep.

I felt safe once again. I needed someone to hold me, to keep me safe. My body wasn't yet strong enough to function without sleep, so this was exactly what I needed. I soon drifted off, comforted by Wulfe's embrace.

As Wulfe put Mimi to sleep, he sighed in the darkness of the bedroom. He knew that he too would eventually have to leave her when the vampire heat became too intense. There was nothing he could do about it. But for now, he was there for her, and it would provide some solace. Her recovery had been long and difficult, and Wulfe himself struggled with it.

At first, he hadn't noticed her deteriorating state. Then he couldn't physically touch her until it was safe. And when she was upset and cranky, her recovery became even more challenging. Wulfe wasn't always equipped to handle her outbursts, but they would overcome these obstacles. Slowly but surely, she would be fine, and life would improve for both of them.

Wulfe couldn't help but feel angry at Damon. He had left Mimi and chosen Mariella. Damon hadn't been able to control Mariella because he was weak-willed. Wulfe, an ancient vampire wizard and teacher, thought to himself that he was now happy. He held Mimi, who was the most important person to him, in his arms.

Mimi was a unique creature, a freak like him, his other half. However, he knew that she didn't belong to him alone, but also to Damon. Sometimes, Damon didn't deserve her, as she was too special and he failed to see that. Wulfe, on the other hand, cared deeply for her.

Feeling Mimi's calm breathing tickling his neck made him feel at home where he truly belonged. He realized that he was finally doing what he was meant to do, and it felt amazing. He understood the feeling of his soul singing. He was Mimi's protector and soulmate, far surpassing what Salvatore could ever dream of being.

It was an honor that he had never felt before. He knew that they had time together. He also knew that he would eventually die, and although it was a jarring thought, it also grounded him and reminded him to cherish every moment with Mimi, his unicorn, because she was so special. In his eyes, she was a true unicorn and nothing else mattered.

Wulfe closed his eyes and let his magic unfurl. It opened his mind and showed him glimpses of the future, or what could be. There were countless possibilities and chances for things to happen, sometimes taking a completely different path.

But what he saw made him smile, a smile that filled him with immense joy. He saw a room, a shabby room with concrete walls and a single bed. He was standing there, accompanied by another man, one of Damon's sons, named Derek. Mimi, his unicorn, was lying in the bed, panting and with a swollen belly carrying new life. She was in labor.

As the scene unfolded, she pushed harder and Wulfe could feel his hand as he assisted her. The warm, slippery sensation as the baby slid out confirmed it was his son, their firstborn. The overwhelming love he felt at that moment was unparalleled.

The scene continued, and soon Mimi was pushing again, this time giving birth to a baby girl with Derek. Wulfe knew that this might be a rare occurrence in the distant future, but the experience of witnessing their babies being born was truly amazing.

In the dimness of the bedroom, Wulfe finally drifted off to sleep, a smile still on his lips. Despite the slim chances, having this opportunity gave him hope for their future, the hope of one day having children of their own. Hope was crucial to Wulfe, and it held importance for their future as well. One had to have something to look forward to, otherwise, what would be the purpose of existence?

Wulfe was an ancient creature who had witnessed so much loss and death, but he had also gained the most precious thing in his life - Mimi. She was his unicorn, his love, his trust, and he had the ability to support her, heal her, and be there for her.

She was his other half, and though it was initially daunting to admit how important she was to him, he couldn't deny the truth. Perhaps the universe had given him his greatest gift and his greatest challenge - to keep Mimi safe, and happy, and ensure that she would never be alone unless she chose to be.

Wulfe knew her well enough to understand that she would need some time alone after this, but he was determined to make sure she would be well. What the future held for them was uncertain. Mimi was chaos, and life often threw unexpected obstacles their way. But that was just how things were.

Of course, there were moments that weren't perfect, but perhaps those imperfections were what balanced out the wonderful times, making them even more special. It had been an incredible experience to have their cubs, to teach them and watch them grow.

Despite the infection, he and Mimi had managed to ensure the immortality and safety of those cubs. And it wasn't the end of the breeding season. Wulfe was a father to cubs from other females as well, and it warmed his heart to know that his offspring were out there, even if they were in other realms and may not even know him.

His legacy existed, and that was what truly mattered. And perhaps, someday, they would have their own offspring out there too. Maybe. Who knows what the future would bring for them? 

The bedroom had a light blue hue, adorned with dark, heavy curtains that shielded the windows and kept drafts at bay. The rugs were long, tufted, and soft, providing a pleasant sensation underfoot. However, the most important element of comfort for Wulfe was the woman in his arms - Mimi.

Her love, trust, and desire to be held by him created a perfect atmosphere, allowing Wulfe to sleep soundly. He held her close, protecting her and ensuring that no nightmares invaded her mind. Safeguarding her was his duty, privilege, and honor.

As the sun began to rise hours later, they were still entwined in each other's embrace, providing safety, love, and a true sense of soulmate connection. Their proximity allowed their love to bind them together, devoid of weakness, vampire heat, or unnecessary drama. In that bedroom, only love, trust, and intimacy prevailed - elements unrelated to mere physical desire. They were two halves of a whole, having found each other, and now reunited as one. Everything was as it should be.