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Darious and Marcus Discuss Dani

By Danyealle ( M/F, plot, nosex )

Marcus was cleaning up the kitchen after lunch, humming softly to himself. Dani was looking around for something to drink, ignoring Marcus much as she always did. While trying to move around her to finish what he was doing, Marcus accidentally brushed against her back - not hard, just a light brush. Immediately, she reacted, howling at the top of her lungs then she whirled around to face him, eyes ablaze, glaring and snarling at him. Startled, he backed away from her, petrified and confused, until his back was flush against the nearest wall, quivering, unable to understand what had caused this reaction.

She advanced on him, eyes flashing, grabbing a large knife off the counter. Standing in front of him, looking up into his eyes, she snarled, holding the knife to his testicles, growling deeply. "I've had enough of you, pooch! You're pissed me off for the last time so it's time for the puppy to get neutered." She then swiped at his crotch with the knife. It was more animal instinct on her end than rational thought. The pain she was now suffering on a regular basis was clouding her judgment at times and this was one of them. Normally, she would have seen it for what it was - an accident - and thought nothing of it, but all she saw now in the hazy cloud of her pain was that he had hurt her.

She had threatened him with this before but it was just that, a threat, there was no overt action accompanying it, until now. He dodged the knife the best he could then screamed for Darious at the top of his lungs, hoping he would get there before she actually succeeded or he had to take drastic action to prevent her from doing it!

Darious heard the screams of pure terror as he was getting out of the shower. He headed downstairs at top speed, pulling his robe around him as he went. When he ran into the kitchen, he saw her take a swipe at Marcus' crotch with the knife. Marcus had dodged it again and looked towards Darious for help. There was no time for reasoning with her so he did what first came to mind and yelled, "Brat!" Loud enough to make the walks shiver.

She turned and looked at him, holding the knife out in front of her. Her eyes narrowed and she growled, baring her fangs at Darious, animal instinct fully enveloping her.

Darious knew this wasn't her, that the pain she was in all the time now was causing this reaction so he couldn't be mad at her but he knew it would take him being dominant to get through to her so he glared hard at her then said in his deepest, most commanding voce, "Put that knife down right now, brat!"

She glared at him but recognized who it was and his ultimate voice of authority and tossed the knife into the sink, still snarling slightly.

Marcus kept himself glued to the wall while he watched her carefully. He was sure that if Darious hadn't shown up when he did she would have succeeded in doing what she said she was going to do.

Darious walked over and stood in front of her, glaring, eyes cold and hard. He knew that there was something wrong with her, because if she was herself she would never have acted like this. He wasn't angry with her, but very concerned about her increasingly erratic behavior. He knew from personal experience that reasoning with her when she was like this did no good. He pointed to the door, "Go to our room and think about this debacle, brat, while I think about what to do about it."

She glared at him and snarled loudly, but left, trailing a huge cloud of scent in her wake, slamming the door shut behind her.

Marcus sagged against the wall, relieved.

When Darious heard her footsteps going up to the third floor he let out a deep sigh and his shoulders sagged, he had thought for sure that with the state she was in she was going to put up a fight about it. He looked at the visibly shaken Marcus, "Are you alright?"

Marcus nodded weakly and licked his lips. He was still so frightened that the power of speech hadn't returned yet.

Darious nodded, "Good." Then he grinned at him, trying to make light of it all and to get Marcus to calm down and relax a bit so he could get out of him what went on. "Good reflexes there, pup."

Still shaking a bit, Marcus chuckled, "You develop good reflexes quickly when a seriously pissed off woman has a knife to your cahonies!"

Darious chuckled and clapped him on the back, "I imagine so. OK, speak, what brought this all on?"

Marcus shook his head, still bewildered about the whole thing, "I really don't know. I brushed up against her trying to get around, to finish cleaning, and then she yowled and grabbed the knife."

Darious cocked an eyebrow and stared, hard, at him, "Nothing other than that set it off?"

Shaking his head vigorously, Marcus said, "Nope, that is all that happened, I swear."

Darious put a hand on his shoulder, "Let's sit at the table and talk about it, shall we?"

Marcus looked at him, stunned. He was never allowed to sit at the table with any of them but he quickly seated himself, legs shaking a bit.

Seating himself across from Marcus, Darious leaned back and looked at him, "I want to talk to you about Dani. Arkady and I have been discussing her increasingly erratic behavior as of late but I'll come back to that soon. She's hypersensitive and highly temperamental lately. Arkady tells me she seems antagonistic to you. Is that correct?"

Nodding ruefully, Marcus said, "It is. She doesn't seem to like me much at all. And I cannot understand why because I haven't done anything to her to cause it.

Sighing deeply, Darious looked at Marcus, "There may be several reasons for it and none your fault. Part of it is she doesn't know you. Another part is she had no choice in you being here. Her beef is probably more with myself than you but it seems you catch the brunt of it. She's very territorial on her best days, but at this point in time it is a lot worse than normal for some reason.

She doesn't have these problems with Arkady because they were good friends for centuries before he became my sub. And she was involved in that decision. You, she had no choice with. To compound all of that she's having some problems right now and isn't feeling well. When you are sick, you tend to be short tempered. As it stands now her skin and muscles are so hypersensitive that any contact with them will elicit a severe reaction. So try your best not to brush against her. It really hurts her and she tends to get angry."

Shaking his head, Marcus sighed, "I had no idea about any of that."

"Well, now you do." Darious said with a sigh. "Arkady I will try to keep you out of her way as much as we can for a while, at least until she's feeling better anyway. Once she is back to her old self things will get better, I assure you.

"She isn't normally like this. As a rule she is very kind and caring. She even has a soft spot for werewolves." He stood up then clapped Marcus on the shoulder. "I'll have Arkady talk to you about it more in depth. If she does it again, howl and I'll be there in a flash. Now, I have to go deal with the psycho kitty with a bad case of PMS."

Chuckling, Marcus grinned at him, "Good luck, Master."

Darious shook his head, "Luck is fine but I'd rather have a tranquilizer gun loaded with a massive dose of kitty Prozac."