BORIS'S POV

What did I do? Did I push too hard or something? I nervously bite my thumb as I hop along the roof tops searching for her. Man ... whatever I did really ticked her off. Did I ... go primal? No way! That's impossible; I would have been able to sense it a few minutes beforehand and stop it. Going primal means that my animal instincts take over, making me do things I wouldn't normally do without thinking them through. Sometimes it's more fun, but what's the point if I can't remember what happened?

I freeze as I spy Jackie walking towards the exit with another man. Immediately my nerves are set on edge. Who is that guy walking too close to her? I carefully stalk the two eyeing the man with her. I sniff the air with widened eyes. Why is he here?!

BANG

I barely dip out of the way as a bullet flies by my head. Man his ears are dangerous!

"What was that for?!" Jackie growls smacking him on the arm. His ears remain locked on me, almost as if daring me to move and try to approach.

"...It's nothing. I thought it was an enemy. Never mind that, though. Ah, are you cold?" He asks, tactfully switching topics.

"A little." Jackie admits clasping her arms and while holding a corner of her pants.

"Here." He offers, slipping off his coat.

"Yeah, thanks." She takes the coat without hesitation deeply irking me. Why did she accept that so easily? "This is really big."

"Ah, sorry. Here." My clock tightens as he picks her up.

"Elliot -!"

"Just let me carry you; besides, I don't want to have to wash it." He responds slipping out the door. My clock breaks in two as I watch her leave with Elliot. Did I just chase her out of the Amusement park for good? Elliot offered her a place to stay. Will she really take it?! I struggle to think straight as I race through what I did wrong. All I did was lick her back so she wouldn't have scars! Granted, I took some liberties but not enough that she would really notice what I was thinking. Oh man...what am I going to do? The breath catches in my throat as an idea comes to mind.

I need to find Nightmare.

JACKIE'S POV

"Here's a maid's uniform. Your clothes are being washed right now." Elliot's voice says as he blindly reaches through the cracked door with a folded black outfit.

"Thanks so much, Elliot." I thank, taking them before shutting the door. I quickly slip the outfit on ignoring the extra skin showing. Well, it's better than having pants about to slip off my hips every couple of seconds. I quietly peek out of the bathroom eye immediately gluing to Elliot's hard abs and bulging biceps. Oh woof. I'm so blessed to have such good looking friends~

"Ah, Jackie. Do they fit alright?" He asks, turning slightly. His muscular form ripples in return showing off their full splendor. Hey, I'm a girl and I like eye candy; no judging here. I unconsciously smile at the eye candy and draw away from the door, sheepishly looking at Elliot's violet eyes. Pretty~

"Yeah they fit fine. Thanks so much, Elliot. I appreciate it." I thank once again, sitting on the couch as I wait for him to finish getting dressed. I promptly look the other way trying to deter myself the temptation of not looking at him. Man this is hard...

"I'm glad to help. I'm sorry that we don't have another room prepared for you though." Elliot apologies.

"No, I appreciate you taking me in last minute." I look at my feet and kick back and forth trying to add in a distraction.

"Jackie, what is that on your neck?" Elliot asks, pulling my hair back to expose the terrible bite wound. He grimaces and runs his thumb over it trying to figure out what it was. "I don't remember you having a scar there."

"Scar?" I ask, feeling the only slightly raised surface of my skin. I hop up and trot to the bathroom examining the four puncture wounds. Why is it...ah. Boris's spit must have already healed it before it really had the chance to bleed. Well, that's good at least.

"Well? Where did it come from? It looks a few years old." Elliot asks, coming into the bathroom as he tries to get a closer look at it. It's clear and visible; it's probably driving him nuts that he thinks he missed it.

"Heh; I bet you're wondering how you missed that. Well, you didn't. I got it today."

"Is it ink then?"

"No," I hesitate before it slips out, "Boris bit me."

"He did WHAT?!" Elliot demands, shocked as he looks at the wound again.

"Yeah I was pretty shocked too. It came out of nowhere really." Well, I was the stupid idiot who let him lick me but I don't want to mention that.

"I'll skin that cat alive!" Elliot hisses as he cocks his gun. My eyes widen as I lunge forward snatching his gun. His face goes blank as I smack against his chest by mistake, freezing as my hands stumble upon his brownie pan cut abs. Whoops.

"D-Don't. I already thrashed him around for it." And left him in the dust too. Elliot remains frozen with his ears drooping down, almost trembling. Without warning his whips forward tightly embracing me. I stiffen in his grasp thrown for a loop. "Elliot...?"

"Don't move." He softly commands into my ear tightening his hug. I stiffen as he sets his head down over my shoulder lying his forehead into the crook of my neck.

"Elliot...," I mutter in a sort of reprimanding tone. He knows I don't like to cuddle. I don't care how much rabbits love it he isn't getting none from me. His grip only constricts as a soft rumbling purr vibrates from his chest. Ah; his bunny purrs are back. "Elliot...is something wrong?"

"...Yeah." He admits with some hesitation. I sigh and sit down on the couch as he lies down, resting his head on my lap. He took one deep inhale, eye popping wide open as he literally leapt ten feet back, hand over his gun as he glares at my hips. I jerk back, startled at his second in command mafia glower.

"E-Elliot?!" His nostrils flare, as if he is trying to get rid of a smell.

"You smell terrible!" He cries, shocked as he covers his nose, "W-What happened to you?!"

"What do you mean?" I ask, sniffing the air. I don't smell anything.

"You...you smell like cat! The terrible kind!" He exclaims almost gagging. I recoil back, almost insulted as I struggle to pick up the invisible smell. I don't smell anything bad. Elliot's mouth gaps as he staggers back, almost faint. "J-Jackie...did Boris mark you?!"

"Mark me?" I ask bewildered. How could Boris have marked me?

"He didn't...spray you did he?" He gaps, horrified. I hedge back. Is there some significance to it?

"Well, he did pee on me." I grumpily remark with a sour note. I'm still sore about that. I self consciously ask, "is it still on me?" Jeez, and I even scrubbed until the skin looked like it was about to come off!

"Jackie, a smell like that won't come off so easily." He warily begins with a foreboding note. I glance over to Elliot.

"Huh?"

"Jackie, do you know what spraying is?"

"Isn't it just pee?"

"No; spraying is much smellier."

"So?"

"So it's a type of warning to others not to get close."

"So...?"

"He marked you, Jackie."

"As in...,"

"Whether you realize it or not ... He's claimed you as his territory."

"THAT STUPID MOTHER HUMPING CAT -!"

Uh oh~ She's found out and she's FURIOUS! What's going to happen to our little feline friend? 10 REVIEWS for the next chapter Chickadees ~