The mysterious mate

Jinxed

Dr. Fabrice Tremblay was puzzled. She arrived ten minutes in advance and waited ten minutes in the office, keeping silence while he tried to talk to her. She arrived in advance, it was only logical for her to begin on time, even if the doctor was trying to talk to her. Then, out of the blue, she declared that she suspected her cat to be a witch.

Dr. Tremblay: J'comprend pas.... why?

Darcy: Yesterday, Ethan kissed me.

The psychiatrist's eyes widened. He had no idea why these two subjects were connected. He waited for her to elaborate but she stayed silent.

Dr.Tremblay: What happened to Ethan?

Darcy: I think the cat jinxed him.

He didn't know what to do. A panicking shiver ran down his spine. She got the cat from Dalbuquerque. There had to be some kind of witchcraft in it. He became worried about his Alpha, but she didn't seem to be preoccupied by his state, so he breathed and blinked a couple times before breaking the silence.

Dr. Tremblay: What happened?

Darcy: We were... We were ehh...

Dr. Tremblay: Tell me, I'm here to listen to anything you have in mind.

For the last month, she has been seeing Dr. Tremblay twice a week. She was still not getting why she had to talk to him, but she went along. Except that this felt a bit too intimate to share it with him. "Ethan said I should tell him everything that comes to my mind..." She took a deep breath.

Darcy: He kissed me. It felt like I was sick... but in a good way. And it was painful... but agreeable.

Dr. Tremblay: So you felt pleasure?

She nodded, her eyes were relieved. He found the word she was looking for. They were working on teaching her how to put words on her emotions, something she couldn't do when she first arrived. When she felt sad there were no words. She didn't know them. But what was important for Fabrice, at that moment, was "What happened with Ethan?" He was cursed? Was he hurt? He mind linked Henry to ask him how Ethan was. Quickly after that, Henry responded that he woke up late and disoriented. He looked worried and attentive, but she never saw it, her eyes were glued on the floor.

Darcy: Yes, but he started to touch me in places I never thought he would touch. It felt like a pleasure but I didn't like it anymore... well I did but...

Dr. Tremblay: You were scared of him?

She shook her head and stopped talking.

Dr. Tremblay: Darcy, you need to elaborate by yourself, you know? Ethan and I can't ask questions all the time and sometimes, telling things can help you be understood and helped.

She paused for a second, thinking about what he said, and waited again. He tapped his finger on his lap, making her look at his hand like it was a curious thing. Seeing that he was not going to ask any questions, she decided to obey him and elaborate.

Darcy: I was scared of pain. Jasmine showed me a movie on the screen tv... It looked like the girl was being empaled... She screamed.

She blushed, saying it. He inhaled a lot of air, making her look at his rising chest. They staiyed silent again. He waited for her to continue.

Darcy: They explained what s*x was. I still don't understand the concept. And it is not supposed to hurt, as they say.

Dr. Tremblay: But you were still scared?

She nodded. Worry crawling up in his veins, he wanted her to hurry up and tell him what happened to his Alpha. He straightened his back, making his shoulders make circles. She carefully examined his muscles through his shirt. It was tight around him, even if it was a fancy, professional shirt, his body was so broad, his clothes married the curves of his very muscular chest. She felt more uneasy being with him. She would surely die if he decided to be impatient and hit her. She darted back to the floor, digging herself deeper into the arm chair she was sitting on.

Seeing this, he relaxed his shoulders, his back, his posture, to make her feel more comfortable. Any sudden movements and she would flinch. He sat still in silence.

Darcy: He said he was sorry because he lost control. And then he ...

Dr. Tremblay: Then what?

He looked at her with anticipation, still without moving an inch. What did the cat do?

Darcy: Well he... Took off his clothes, he put on some music and... danced?

He blinked multiple times. For years, no. From his birth he had known Ethan. He never saw him dance whatsoever. He realized that the jinx was not threatening, made to confuse the opponent for a while until it eventually broke. It was a simple spell but very effective when well done. But just to be sure, he asked again.

Dr. Tremblay: He what?

Darcy: He danced in the kitchen and he took a wooden spoon and sang a song. I am not sure why, but he fell on the bed he assigned me and slept there...

She suddenly started to laugh. A soundless laugh. He knew she was laughing because her body shook. Her hands were hiding her face.

Dr. Tremblay : What's so funny?

Darcy: There was a thing.

Dr. Tremblay: A thing?

Darcy: Between his legs. He slapped it against his thighs, it was funny.

She laughed so hard, her chest hurt, tears ran down her cheeks. She didn't understand, she was not sad. Why would she cry?

The doctor buried his face in his hands, trying not to laugh, too. What kind of situation was this? He met a few witches in his life, but none was as weird as her. Odd things always happen to her. Everybody is on alert since they know she could appear from nowhere. She was weird to talk to. Some people were wondering if it was very wise to have her as a Luna, especially with all of those hunted things in the manor. She was weird, weird, weird. Even for a 51-year-old psychiatric wolf who fought against vampires, she was weird.

Someone knocked at the door. The doctor stood and opened it.

Dr. Tremblay: Want to know a good one?

He was smiling and giggling. Ethan backed out a little, wondering what was happening. Fabrice was a good laughing audience, but he was alone with Darcy and she was not quite funny.

Ethan: What?

He let him get in.

Once they were all sitting down, Ethan felt anxious, what was happening? He came here to fetch her, not for a consult. Darcy transferred the cat into the room through the mirror she had on her back. The cat always stood close to its reflection, so it was easy to teleport it elsewhere.

Hearing Fabrice gasp, Ethan did the same without knowing why. If Fabrice gasped because of the cat, somehow there was a reason.

Darcy looked down. She felt ashamed of her new cat's behavior.

Darcy: I am sorry that Mustard jinxed you yesterday...

Ethan: JINXED?

Dr. Tremblay: What happened yesterday?

He was now addressing Ethan, who looked shocked.

Ethan: We... had s*x in the bath tub?

Darcy blushed until she became crimson. Her back slouched, she brushed her thick hair back with her fingers before she explained herself.

Darcy: In the bath? No... Look.

She handed him her mirror and while he looked at it, she gently pressed a finger on the glass. He saw himself dancing and signing naked in the kitchen, slapping his pen*s agaimst his tigh. Darcy was barely clothed, she was looking at the cat. Not so long after, she seemed to have a fight with Mustard while he went toward her bedroom.

She looked away. "Am I out of line?" She immediately looked down. Did she really told her master he was wrong? She rearranged her posture to get her usual self back.

Ethan was upset. He didn't remember dancing naked in the kitchen. Moreover, that would mean she saw everything of him. His wolf was proud, but he was not. He had a nice body, yes. Showing himself to her that way was embarrassing.

Ethan: Your cat, this cat Jinxed me? Wait, How do we know... yeah, I did had a horrible nightmare... I... don't remember much of the bath...

He stared at the cat suspiciously. He was about to argue, but it had an almost human sneer in its meow.

They all stopped moving. Eyes on the cat. Even Darcy didn't seem to know what to do. They all simply stared at it for a while, wondering about its nature. "A cat can laugh, right?"

Ethan: Wow... cool... Hey... Darcy... Can you come with me like... without the cat? I need you for something...

She nodded, put the cat back in her mirror and stood up, ready for her tasks. Her master needed her and he wasn't mad at her for her behavior. She felt ecstatic. Her face showed no emotion, but he saw her eyes glow with excitement. "What a weird girl."

He apologized to Dr Tremblay, promising him to never interrupt again, and left for his office with Darcy to join Henry who was already looking through the stuff Arianna gave them. Ethan showed her his billboard with all the information she would need for a normal case of disappearance.

Ethan: So, what can you do? Can we help? What do we need to get rid of a demon?

She froze. Her excitement diminished, she thought she would have been useful, but she could not work with him. He was too scared to be fighting this kind of evil. He could become an easy target. Yet, she didn't want to disappoint him. She felt guilty.

He saw her pull a strand of hair, looking down anxiously. She shook her head.

Darcy: I don't know how you could help.

Henry: What about all the stuff they gave you?

The cat crawled out of the mirror she had on her back and sat next to her foot. Darcy seemed not to understand how it got out. Ethan stood as far as possible from it and Henry crouched to pet it.

Henry: Who's the good boy!

The cat purred. He showed his belly to Henry who was smiling wide while Ethan rolled his eyes.

Darcy snapped her fingers. Making them both jump. A moment later, Tishanna was there.

Tishanna: B*tch, you better call me for a good reason! I was watching Conrad making burpes and, Oh My Godess, he is dreamy, I would climb him like a tree and eat his fruits with pleasure...

Darcy: Sorry?

Tishanna: B*TCH GET SOME DI*K SO WE CAN FINALLY TALK.

She flinched a bit. Opening a book as to change the subject. Tish, understanding what she wanted and read through the first page. Not only two seconds later, she shook her head.

Tishanna: Sorry, girl, I don't read French. So, I'm gonna go spy on my kind, thank's. Good luck b*tch.

She snapped her fingers and left. Darcy deflated a bit but she was right. At least she's doing something - maybe - helpful. Burpees might be some kind of... "wait isnt it some kind of push up?"

Ethan: So?

He bypassed the desk to join her and look at the book. When he noticed the language, he frowned.

Ethan: But you know French, right? Can't you read it?

She clenched her jaw. Ashamed of herself.

Henry: No... no she doesn't know how to read. She said your uncle is teaching her, right?

Ethan: F*ck...

She thought about a way to help them but the pressure was so heavy on her. She would rather be alone, thinking about a way to achieve her goal. And there was the solution. She lifted her hand, waiting for him to give her permission to speak. He pointed at her finger and nodded.

Darcy: I might need time alone for a while. So I can... concentrate. Sorry...

Ethan brushed his hair with his hand, clearly not okay with this. They needed her and she wanted to be alone? To do what? She could not even read. Independent women always want to do everything themselves, without anybody's help, even though they need it. His emotions took control over him. Henry, seeing his friend pacing and rearranging his hair nervously, he knew his past was haunting him. He mind-linked him.

Henry: Bro... stand down, it might be a good idea, we freak her out... But I am sure that if she needs help, she'll ask for it. She wont do anything irrational. She have to go through her "master" first, right?

He paced in her direction so he could reach her. He took her in his arms and kissed her forehead.

Ethan: Fine, but... please come to me if you need anything.

She quickly nodded and disappeared into the mirror. That sight made his heart throb. She could disappear. Any time, she could be dead or walk away from him. He laughed at himself, making Henry worried. "Goddess, you have a strange sense of humor."

Henry: You good, bro?

He awkwardly put his hand on his shoulder. Both their faces contorted. Ethan nodded and shook at the same time.

Ethan: Yeah.. don't do that. It's weird.

Henry: My bad it's just... you know..

Ethan shook his hand to sign "no"and chuckled.

Ethan: Bro.

Henry: Yeah, so the books?

Ethan: The books, yeah.