Okay so I am very very nervous about this chapter. I really do not know how you all will react to this chapter but i hope you do not hate me too much. This is where the plot really kicks off so it is an important chapter. But please above everything understand that Caspian is acting this way because he is under the influence of something more powerful than himself. Please please understand that becuase if you don't you will hate this chapter. I think we all know that Caspian would NEVER act this way on his own. i am so nervous and i hope you like this. Please do not be afraid to tell me what you think.

"You did WHAT?"

Caspian tore at his hair in frustration, his blood still boiling and adrenaline till flooding through him. That-that pig! Caspian could only remember being this angry a handful of times but this time left those all in the dust. It was like he had to use every ounce of concentration in his body not to swing at the thing closest to him. His very brain was trembling with anger.

"Argh, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I just couldn't HELP it! I do not know what came over me I was just so mad I couldn't even think!" he snarled, sounding almost exactly like Miraz for the first time in his life.

Susan took a step towards him. "Love, what would ever possess you to do that?" she asked, totally bewildered. He growled and his eyes flamed so badly that Lucy for a moment thought her sister was in danger standing so close to him. He pulled at his hair and paced the room like a caged leopard.

"I'm SORRY OKAY! You have no idea how angry he was making me," he shouted and Susan flinched noticeably. Peter and Edmund instinctively shifted so they were no more than a foot away from either of their sisters. This only made Caspian angrier. Peter had really never seen anyone look so…possessed with rage. He whirled around, his jaw tensed and every muscled in his body aching to feel the crack of bone beneath them. No one noticed the beads of sweet pouring down his face or the paleness that was spreading across his face.

"You did not hear what he said to me. The way he spoke of her I just-couldn't let him speak that way,'' he spat through his teeth. Peter and Edmund narrowed their eyes although Susan's expression was unreadable.

"What did the little pig say?" Edmund prompted, his fists clenching. Peter's jaw was tensed so tightly he was sure he would not be able to speak for at least a week. He was bloody glad some one had finally stood up to that creep but he still felt a prickle of irritation at Caspian. It was the first week of January and already the guy was asking for war!

Caspian spun around, sweat still pouring down his face and grabbed the closest thing, a glass flower vase, and threw it against the wall directly behind Susan with as much force as he could muster. She gasped and Edmund pulled her to the ground so fast she scraped her knee against the stone floor. Lucy screamed and Peter's eyes followed the vase all the way to the wall where it shattered with an ear splitting crack. Peter covered Lucy's face when shards of glass came flying through the air. The four Pevensies whipped their heads around to look at the shattered vase, all of them wide eyed. Susan heart was beating twice as fast as it should ever have to. Caspian was starting to scare her. And that was saying something.

She experienced a brief moment of panic. She had only known Caspian for a year if you stretched it. How well did she really know him? How well can you really know another human being. Did she marry a monster? Was this really her husband?

Edmund stood up slowly, crouching protectively over Susan who was utterly shocked. He grabbed her arm and very slowly pulled Susan up behind him. Caspian was looming over all of them, his legs shoulder width apart and his fists clenched at his side. He was breathing heavily and Lucy could see his toned muscles trembling and quivering beneath his shirt. She shifted closer to Peter who put an arm around her shoulder slowly. He was afraid any sudden movement might set off Caspian again.

"He tried to suggest he was better for her than I am. That he could give her more" he growled loudly, his eyes travelling over Susan who shuddered slightly under his lustful stare. If this was a normal thing for him, he was not the man she thought he was. And that scared her.

"So you hit him?" Lucy asked, just like she had that last day at the train station. Only then she hadn't been afraid of the murder in her brother's eyes.

He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second as if to make an attempt to control himself. The sweat was absolutely pouring down his face and his tan skin was growing pale and clammy. His voice was sharp and hard. The tendons in his neck bulged from the effort of tensing his muscles so hard. He was starting to scare even Edmund, who knew him, better than anyone, except for maybe Susan.

"No. He called her a slippery little minx. That's when I hit him." he growled low in his throat.

He could scarcely make the ill words of his wife leave his throat, they sent such anger through him. He had never felt this way before. He felt invincible. He felt strong and powerful, like he could kill any oppent, beat anything. He thirsted for blood. He wanted to kill. He wanted to feel the sticky red fluid on his hands. He wanted to torture and torment. He thirsted for pain. His hand ached for the feeling of a sword in his hand.

The way his family was looking at him did not faze him in the least. Nor did the burning feeling in his chest. Or the wobbling in his knees.

Susan took a careful step towards her husband and put her hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling alright..?" she asked cautiously. Caspian snarled and slapped her hands away, shoving her back a few steps. "Get away from me!'' he screamed at her. He felt like he was on fire. Every little thing was making him angier.

''Hey!" Edmund yelled at his brother in law. He could not believe what he was seeing. "You do not shove my sister. Ever!"

The Caspian he knew would never treat Susan like that. He had never raised a hand against a woman a day in his life and if he did now, Edmund definetly didn't like the idea of him being around his sister, let alone sleeping with her or kissing her...not that he particularly liked that idea anyway.

Peter grabbed Susan's arm and pulled her behind him so fast she nearly got whiplash. Peter's eyes were flaming. "If I ever see you treating my sister like that again I swear Caspian I will make you wish you had never met her,'' Peter snapped dangerously. No one hurt his family. Especially his sisters. And after everything Rabadash put her through, especiallly Susan.

And then, Caspian lost it.

He lunged at Peter with a furious panther like yowl of absolute furry. Susan screamed and Edmund yanked her out of the way while grabbing Lucy's arm with the other hand. He drew both of them behind him and watched, horrified at the scene that unfolded before him. Peter didn't even have time to react as Caspian lunged at his throat, knocking him flat on his back. Peter barely managed to fight off the first punch aimed at his nose and tried to grab Caspian's fist as it came crashing against his face. Peter had been in a few more fights than he would like to admit in England but none of those schoolboys had been as...bloodthirsty as Caspian. It was like he was completely blinded by his anger at Tristan but Caspian was not an impulsive man. Peter and Caspian certaintly had their problems and differences but Caspian wouldn't have ever dared to punch his wife's brother.

There was something seriously, seriously wrong here. This couldn't be Caspian. He swung and punched and yelled like a madman, thrashing and squirming and swinging at Peter's face. Blood was dribbling from Peter's nose and he was sure to have a black eye in the morning. Peter took advantage of Caspian's position when he brought his hand back to slam it into Peter's face and darted under his raised shoulder and managed to twist around so that he was on top. Caspian squirmed and yelled the foulest profanities he could think of at Peter. Susan's eyes widened at the foul language she didn't even know her husband was capable of and clapped both hands over Lucy's innocent ears.

"Caspian!Caspian stop! Stop hitting him what's wrong with you! Caspian calm down! Please, stop it. Stop...please!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, on the verge of hysterics. Ever since the Telmarines had stormed out of the castle, Tristan holding his bloody nose and Kasim shouting about promises for consequences, it was like Susan's roller coaster was going down hill. Tears were blurring her vision as Peter managed to get a few hits in before Edmund shoved her and a crying Lucy into the corner and then stood above Peter, grabbing his arm and side and shoulder and trying to pull him off of Caspian who was still shouting curse words that made even Ed's blood run cold.

"Peter! Pete get off of him! There's something wrong with him, he doesn't know what he is doing. Just stop it! Pete you're better than this just STOP!" he yowled, finally pulling his older brother off of his brother in law and Peter stumbled back several steps, blood still dripping from his broken nose.

Caspian sprang up for the ground and launched himself at Edmund,yowling furiously. Lucy screamed and started yo cry hysterically. Susan deftly turned Lucy around. ''Get the professor." she choked out lamely. Lucy just looked at her through her tears.

"Lu did you hear me, go! Get Trufflehunter and the Professor. Go, right now!" she said frustratedly. Lucy stumbled her way to the doorway and turned and ran like the wolves of Jadis were behind her.

Susan's head felt like it was going to explode and tears were flowing down her face. What was happening to the man she loved? "Caspian stop! Please, please!" she yelped. salty tears were burning her throa. Edmund grabbed both of Caspian's arms from behind him, straining every muscle in his body to restrain this thrashing, cursing, sweating ball of pure rage struggling to beat the daylights out of him. "Caspian something is wrong with you...we need...to find...the Professor...and...Trufflehunter...we have to figure out what is the...matter...you're not...yourself...something...is...wrong with you!" Edmund choked out between his gasps for air. It was only now that he realized that the dark Telmarine was almost as pale as he was. His hands were becoming almost transparent.

With one more scream of rage, Caspian slammed his broad shoulder into Edmund's chest, knocking the wind out of the younger king and sending him crashing to the floor. Caspian turned on his heel and fixed Susan with his cold gleaming eyes, almost black with anger and lust. Torrents of sweat dripped down his face and soaked the collar of his shirt as he all but lunged at Susan, pressing her roughly against the wall and trapping her beneath his hot heavy body. His usually warm tender face morphed into the hard cruel face of Rabadash before her and her scream was covered by his mouth as he captured her in an almost painful kiss, running his hands all over her body roughly. She was trembling all over and she tried to scream and gasped for air the brief moments his mouth left hers. She was panicing.

How like Rabadash he was acting was terrifying her. What if the Caspian she fell in love with was just an act? What if this was really Caspian? No, something was seriously seriously wrong with her husband. Caspian was not Rabadash. Caspian was not Rabadash. His lips moved against the veins in her neck and she put both of her hands on his chest and tried to push him away from her almost desperately. But he would not be moved. He only pressed himself against her harder, ignoring her tears and could vaguely make out the shouts and anger of her brothers but all she could see was Rabadash in front of her.

Suddenly his massive weight was lifted off her and she saw a flash of golden hair before two strong arms wrapped firmly around her. She curled up against his chest, still shaking and trembling as Peter whispered comfortingly in her ear and Edmund held Caspian up by the collar of his shirt, his dark eyes blazing.

"Listen to me Caspian, listen to me! Something is wrong with you and we are going to get you help but don't you EVER treat my sister like that again do you hear me!I don't care how bloody messe up you are right now, don't you ever do that to my sister in front of me again. And sure as hell not against her will!''

Caspian growled and tried to rip Edmund's hands away from him and Edmund got barely two inches from his face, his own rage at how he just saw his best friend kiss his sister coming. His insides writhed and squirmed and felt like his stomach was going to come out his throat at seeing his sister treated like that again.

"LOOK AT ME! DON'T YOU DARE EVER TREAT HER LIKE THAT AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! IF I EVER SEE YOU ACT LIKE THAT AROUND HER AGAIN I SWEAR I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU HAD NEVER BEEN BORN !" Edmund screamed at his brother. He would stand to see him...mauling her face like that ever again.

Susan's sobs got louder and louder as Peter held onto her as if holding her would keep her from falling apart into a million pieces on the floor. And that's when the Professor and Trufflehunter stormed in through the common room door.

Caspian was mad. He was more than mad. He was-he was furious! Absolutely seething. He was so angry he couldn't even see straight. He didn't even think such anger was possible until ten guards came at him. His own bloody 'brothers' had ordered them to remove him from the queens' presence. And that angered him perhaps more than anything. His head was swelling with frustration. At Tristan, at Edmund, mostly at Peter, and more than anything these damn guards. He wanted to kill them. All of them.

They were taking him away from his queen. He felt stronger and faster than he had ever felt in his entire life. How dare they try and stop him from being with his wife. He wanted her. Right now. He felt almost superhuman. Like he could lift a thousand elephants and kill four hundred men with his left hand tied behind his back. And so when nearly a dozen guards burst into the room under orders to remove him from the presence of Queen Susan and Lucy. And when that first man grabbed hold of his arm, something inside Caspian snapped.

He fouht those guards tooth and nail, swinging punches, kicking faces, twisting arm, flipping over shoulders. He laughed and yelled as something cracked beneath his fist. He was totally blind to the rest of the world. If he had heard how hysterically his wife was sobbing and how frightened she was, perhaps something inside of him would have made him calm down. Because he loved his wife. Because he love her more than he thought was possible to love another being. No matter what monster was taking over him, there was nothing he couldn't overcome for his wife. Perhaps if Caspian had heard her wailing and sobbing and clutching onto Peter like she would die without him, he would have found it inside of himself to overcome the evil that was coursing through his body. And evil it was.

But he didn't and so the monster coursed through his veins and took over him. The strange substance that had sneaked into his body quickly took control of every aspect of him. He had no control over himself whatsoever. Maybe the smallest glimmer of conscious told him something wasn't right with the rest of him and he needed to let them help him. But the vile fluid coursed through his bloodstream, burning every cell in his body. He seriously felt as if his very bones were going to shatter from the pressure and frustration building up inside of him.

At first he felt anger. But now, he felt pain. He screamed the foulest words he would never want his wife to hear at Peter and the Professor and Trumpkin and Edmund as they calmy tried to hold him down. Lucy had become so worried that Caspian would hurt himself in his frenzy of violence that the other two kings had very reluctantly agreed that it was necessary to restrain Caspian by all means possible while they figured out what was causing him to act this way. And so with tears in his eyes, Peter held his sister's husband down on their bed as the very people Caspian trusted more than anything tied with down his soft leather strips.

Peter hated seeing him like this. If this was a normal thing for him, he would never had let Caspian touch his sisters with a ten foot pole; but it was not a normal thing for him. Someone had done something to make him act this way. And Peter would bet his entire kingdom it was poison. And he would bet every penny he had that the Telmarines had everything to do with it. And every time Caspian screamed at him that he was a worthless piece of garbage that didn't deserve the title of High King, a peice of Peter died. Because Caspian was better than this. Because this was not Caspian at all. And he knew just how awful Caspian would feel about himself after this was all over. Poisoned or not, it would not matter to Caspian. He would expect more of himself. He would expect that he should have been able to control himself.

But when Caspian's curses and spitting anger turned into screams and yells of pain, Peter's heart stopped. When his tugging and pulling against the leather turned into writhing and squirming away from pain, Peter shoved Trumpkin out the door and told him to fetch every physician in the palace. Susan heard his screaming and barrelled into the room. Edmund grabbed her around the waist and tried to push her back into the hallway but she would have none of it.

No matter how aggresive and impulsive and evil and cruel and downright...mean he had been to her and her brothers, he was her husband and she loved him. No matter how aggressive and wild he had been to her the last hour, she loved him with every fiber of her being.

"It's called aphatike." the professor said with a sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. The worry for the young man who he had all but raised showed plainly on the old man's face.

"It is a...magical type of poison, if you will. I am not familiar with its origin but it does not come from anywhere around here. It is a man made poison and is quite difficult to compose."

"What do you mean by 'magical' Professor?" Lucy asked in a clipped tone, extremely worried and ringing her hands.

"Well, it brings out the very worst in a person. The very deepest most vile slice of a person's soul is brought out. But it makes the victim feel so strong and powerful they do not realize anything is off until it is too late. He feels fast and strong right now and that is why he cannot see past his anger. In my opinion, it is more of a fatal potion than anything. Not meant to kill, only to destroy everything that person has. It's meant to bring out a side of the victim even they themselves did not know could even exist. To summarize, it is meant to make the victim appear to be something they are not."

Tears rose to Susan's eyes but she hid it well. Edmund shook his head.

''Professor, this is not a common type of poison, is it?" Edmund asked bleakly. The Professor looked at Edmund over the top of his spectacles.

"No you majesty. There was a lot of planning and careful preparation put into this. Years perhaps. But the making of this poison are only found in one country as far as I am aware.

"Oh? And what country is that Professor?" Peter asked although he already knew the answer.

"Telmar."