Everyone grew silent, and waited eagerly for Damien's reply to the question. However, Inuyasha seemed most eager to hear it from Damien himself, that he had a wife. For that would mean that he couldn't possible love Kikyo, nor would he have a chance with her. But Damien it seemed still tried to appear nonchalant to the matter of the question and his smile widened.

"Well I imagine most men my age do." Was his only reply.

Miroku smirked and gripped Songos arm casually. "Come on Songo lets take our seats before Damien grows weary of our questions and kicks us out before we even get a chance to eat."

Damien laughed as he escorted Kikyo to her chair. "Why monk you don't think me that heartless do you?"

"Oh not at all, but I have been in many circumstances in which going on an empty stomach has happened." Miroku finished by giving Inuyasha a quick but hateful look as he thought back on the memory.

Inuyasha smiled and was about to say a remark but was cute off when Kikyo finally took her place across from him. In which Inuyasha also noticed was the seat on the right of Damien.

"So where exactly is your wife Lord Damien?" Inuyasha asked somewhat curious but more aggravated by the seating arrangements to really care.

"My wife Inuyasha, just so happens to be very ill there fore she can not join us for dinner tonight. Perhaps another time though."

"Why not tonight?"

A chanting yet soft soothing voice called out from atop the stairway, which made all eyes immediately travel there.

"Are you embarrassed of me dear husband? Or is there something that you do not wish for me to see?"

By this time, all eyes were o the woman she could feel their gazes but didn't pay any attention to it. Inuyasha and Miroku exchanged glances and then proceeded to gawk at her. Inuyasha noted that she was very, very beautiful, even if she was ill. Her hair was unlike none he had ever seen and the only way to describe it was to think of a yellow flower of some sort. Her eyes caught Inuyahsa's interest immediatlity; he had never seen eyes that reminded him of the sky as much as hers did. Yet they held a longing in them that could not be placed, and matched the saddened blue of her dress. She was very pale and somehow still very attractive even if death was lurking behind the corner for her somewhere.

Miroku on the other hand was too intrigued in her beauty too even care if she was sick, but still grew anxious too see how this entire scene would play out.

Damien's face turned cold and his voice stern as he watched his wife try to maintain her composer in order to walk a short distance more down the stairs.

"Don't you take another step."

"Oh, what are you going to do about it my love, toss me over your shoulders and carry me away? Sorry my beloved but you already promised me that, and look at how you fulfilled it." Marguerite couldn't control the shacking in her voice that gave away her former strong stature. Even more so as she could not control the urge, she had to get up out of her deathbed and see her husband flirt with another woman in her own home.

Damien's first reaction was too grab her by the throat and choke the living life out of her, for saying such harsh and painful words. However, he calmed when Kikyo spared him a softened glance.

"Your not feeling well wife, I suggest before you anger me even more that you take your self right back up those stairs and rest." Damien tried to sound at ease but his teeth clenched as he spoke, and his mind was telling him to drag her up to her chamber and lock the door.

"Oh so that's how it is, is it?" Marguerite asked softly, as she turned away so that no one could see the tears that now fell from her eyes.

Marguerite felt a stab of pain at his response to her arrival, had he not wanted her to be the lady of the house, his hostess, his wife?

"Dearest you know that you cant be up and about in your condition. I just don't want to see you in any pain."

Marguerite let out a sarcastic laugh as she turned slightly toward her husband once again and than toward the woman beside him. "I understand…I understand completely."

Damien had fallowed his wife's gaze and when he found that her eyes were resting on Kikyo, he jumped up out of his chair and sent it flying backwards, along with the wine glass that he purposefully through across the room to show his anger.

Marguerites paid no mind to his temper tantrum and proceeded to finish going down the stairs and this time was successful. Nevertheless, her husband was at the end of the steps to greet her.

Damien was furious and outraged at her disobedience. He did not understand why she was talking to him like this. It was almost as if she wasn't her self.

Marguerite felt weak and unsure of herself, but she had to keep Damien beside her, she couldn't loose him, not to anyone.

"Have you stopped loving me darling, is that it?" She let her tears flow down her ashen cheeks for they were already evident in her voice.

Damien rapped his arms around her. Holding her lovingly in his embrace. "Woman", he whispered softly into her ear. "Have you gone mad? You are the only woman that my heart yearns for. The only woman that my body aches for. Marguerite you are my soul. Don't you ever forget that."

Marguerite wanted to believe him but in her heart knew that what he said was not completely true, and something inside of her snapped.

"NO!" She shouted as she swung at him. "All that you say is nothing but lies. I hate you. Do you hear me, I hate you!

Kikyo stood up from her chair along with the others and rushed over to help Damien. She didn't want to see neither him nor his wife hurt one another so she knew she had to stop them.

"Marguerite," Kikyo called, "Marguerite come with me so I can put you to bed."

However, Marguerite wasn't listening; she was out of control and no matter what Damien did or said now there was no stopping her anger.

Marguerite was crying hysterically and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get a grip on her self it was like she was in the ocean and was being tossed carelessly by the waves. She had to fight against the current to survive, she had to breathe. She couldn't breathe. Marguerite stepped back from Damien and let out a terrifying scream, she was gasping for air and in a fatal attempt to fill her lungs with it, she ripped the front part of her dress, exposing her self to all in the room.

Damien shocked by her actions and more concerned than angered reached for her, but was too slow. For she had moved quickly away and laid her self on the ground. Screaming and hollering for something that was unknown.

"Damien," Kikyo murmured. "We have to get her sedated and calmed down."

"Yes I know."

Damien couldn't look at Kikyo right than, he just couldn't. He felt bad enough that his wife went crazed with jealousy before he could even touch Kikyo. He didn't want to know what she would be like after he did make love to her. Why had this had to happen, why did his sister know to create such a great ad powerfully arousing decoy to distract him.

Inuyasha walked over with Kagome and they both gathered the woman up into there hand once she ceased screaming and instead stared blankly up at the ceiling. She was in a state were her mind was not working as it should. She was almost insane it seemed, though nobody dear say that.

"Give her too me," Damien reached out for her, and when Inuyasha went over too place her in his arms Marguerite seemed to awaken from her comma like state and began to fuss and scream once again.

"Uhhh…I don't think she wants to go with you." Inuyasha felt foolish holding this mans wife in his arms, especially when her bare breast were touching the fabric of his kimono. He never had a woman so close to him like this when she was almost fully naked. Too bad she wasn't in her right mind Inuyasha thought silently to himself.

"Come Inuyasha, I'll take you to her bedroom she needs rest." Kikyo smoothed out Marguerites hair from her face and then began to walk towards the steps with Inuyasha fallowing from behind.

Kagome instantly grew angry and had the urge to fallow them. Songo and Miroku could not believe what they just saw. Especially Miroku, it was the first time he was able to peek at a woman with out being called a pervert, or were hit with a huge rock.

"I am sorry that you had to see her like that. She is not normally so out of it. That was actually the first time she has acted that way. Please forgive her."

"Of course she cant help that she is not feeling well." Sogo was the only one to reply and to try comfort Damien with a soft touch on the arm. "Here, come on come sit down."

Songo lead him to a chair and smiled at him. "You need some rest yourself."

Damien thanked her for her kindness and concern, but knew that this was going to be a long night. How would he ever be able to resist Kikyo? How could he go on living without his wife or her love? Damien had come to a crossroad here and there was only on road he could take. Or was there?

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