The DT Files

The DT Files
510 Aunt Nauseam
by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Werecat for where the idea for this one came from, and that will also answer what I used in 'Fevered Brain'. Those who've seen the episode knows where this starts.

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'This wasn't a good idea. I should've known Rita would have provoked her.' Daria thinks watching the arguing Barksdales. She then notices something odd about Amy's shadow. Its hair was much thicker and there was a tail sticking out of the back.
"You know that there was a reason why I always stayed in my room, Rita." Amy begins snarling her sister's name. "You know fucking well that our dear mother told father that god damned lie about my birth."
There were two expressions of shock in the room. Helen's expression relayed the fact that Amy was about to drop probably the biggest family secret in front of her daughters. The only way to tell that Daria was shock was by the way she bit her lip. She didn't notice that she had bitten her lip so hard that it was bleeding.
"Our cunt of a mother thought it would be nice to lie about what gender I was since father couldn't be there for my birth. And do you know what she told him over the phone?" Amy asks a now quivering Rita.
"Quinn, if you don't want to hear a dark secret then I suggest you quickly head upstairs." Daria quietly suggests to Quinn. Quinn, however, had found herself rooted to the spot.
"That fucking cunt told my father that I was a boy!" Amy shouts. "And ever sense then my mother has always looked upon me as some sort of a flawed child while father died hating me. Do you know how it feels to be hated for your birth?! Do you?!" Rita doesn't notice it, but Helen sees the slit eyes and the fact that there was a tail rapped around Amy's waist.
"Amy...," Rita begins but is cut off.
"Fuck off, mama's little girl! You and Helen can just burn in hell along with father! You two could have stood up for me, but you just let our parents' hatred for me fester. When the two of you are finally put into the ground I'll be the first at your funerals and the last to leave!" she finishes and storms out of the house.

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'Calm down, can't drive when wearcat is murderous. Don't want to kill everyone on the road.' Amy thinks trying to get the beast under control. She doesn't notice the driver side door open, but she does notice someone hugging her. Amy relaxes and raps her arms around her niece.
"I'm sorry that you had to hear that." Amy quietly says.
"No, I'm sorry for calling you into a family feud that is so personal to you." Daria replies looking into her aunt's eyes which were still catlike. "Is it true?"
"Yes, it's true. My father wanted a son so badly, and my mother wanted to lie about what gender I truly was. Don't worry, I'm not going to cut ties completely, you're still one of the only relation I can stand without blowing up like that."
"Why are you're eyes...?"
"That's the other thing mother wanted gone. Unfortunately, I don't think you're mother would want me to tell you."
"Are you going back home?"
"No, I'm going down to the north Georgia mountains to see the other relative I can stand...,my own aunt."
"Is that a tail?"
"Yeah, but I told you that you're mother wouldn't like you knowing that secret as well."
"I want to know, and right now I don't want to be in the same house with your sisters at the moment."
"Alright, if you can convince your mother to come with me and get a few days' worth of clothes in ten minutes then you can come." Amy relents and Daria bolts back into the house. Amy was now calm enough to revert back to human form and started digging around her CD collection.She pulls out an album and smirks. 'Normally I like more alternative music, but I need something a bit more heavy.' she thinks looking at the cover of Death Magnetic. 'It's good to be a music critic.'

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"You've got five minutes to convince me not to go with Amy." was the first thing Daria says coming backing to where Helen and Rita were.
"Where's she going?" Helen asks.
"North Georgia mountains." Daria answers.
Helen sighs realizing where Amy was going and what other secret would be revealed to her daughter. "Go."
"No fight?"
"You found out one dark family secret, so you might as well find out about the one that actually effects you." Helen replies. Daria marches upstairs to pack.
"You're letting her go to that...," Rita begins but Helen stops her.
"You've...,we've upset Amy enough, don't insult her aunt behind her back. Besides, Daria is eighteen now, she needs to know...,no matter how much I dislike it."

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"Ya made it with a minute to spare. It couldn't have been that easy with your mother?" Amy asks putting the car in gear and pushing the play button on the CD player.
"I think mother wanted me to know this one, no matter how much she didn't like it." Daria replies. "Would've made it with two minutes to spare, but Jane kept asking too many questions that I don't have the answers for yet."
"Well, here we go." she says and with 'All Nightmare Long' blaring in the speakers, she guns the engine. She quickly turns on her radar detector.
"Speed much?" Daria asks smirking.
"I've got my father's led foot, or at least that's what I've heard. Fortunately, I can detect speed traps before I get a ticket." Amy replies smirking.

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An elderly woman with graying auburn hair sits demurely on a leather chair. Her tail is rapped comfortably around her waste. Her feline ears picks up the sound of a car that she knew all two well. The elder wearcat smiles showing her sharp teeth.
'Ah, my favorite cub has decided to pay me a visit. Hmmm, another one of the curse. This is historic, three generations of wearcats in the same place. Someone ought to write that down.' she muses and heads for the front door.

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"What is this place?" Daria asks.
"This is the oldest piece of property that is owned by the Barksdale line." Amy explains while removing her contacts and transforms into her wearcat form. Now Daria could get a better look at what she thought she had seen around twelve hours ago.
"What...?"
"All shall be answered soon." Amy replies and opens the front door slowly. A hand appears from behind the door reaching out for Amy's throat, but she catches it with her other hand. Daria could hear two sources of hissing and snarling as Amy and the other unseen wearcat had a test of strength. Then, laughter could be heard from the two.
"Glad to see you still got it in your old age, Catrina." Amy says smirking.
"You need to stay in your form more often." Catrina replies.
"And you need to stop living in yours."
"Not until your mother is buried. I want the pleasure of watching her coffin be put into the ground." Catrina retorts coming out fully from behind the door.
"I've brought another,"
"Hmmm," Catrina says coming outside and stands in front of Daria. She puts a finger under Daria's chin and lifts her head up. "You're right, it appears bad eyesight has become part of the curse as well."
"Curse?"
"She doesn't know?" Catrina asks.
"Her mother is only a carrier. Helen was probably hoping that the Morgandorffer blood would be strong enough to counteract the curse, or at least the wearcat half of it." Amy replies.
"No blood outside of the family has been able to produce a cynic without the wearcat curse." Catrina says. "Come, it's time you learned and fortunately for you, there's a full moon tonight."

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She looks out one of the large windows of the front room of the manor. It had been quite the revelation from both her aunt and her great aunt about the blood curses the Barksdale blood carried. Having a Barksdale that was more shallow and conceded than Quinn and Rita was almost unthinkable to Daria. Of course, insulting the wrong people had consequences, and insulting that which had the power to curse was a very bad move. Not only was the cynical personality now breaded into the Barksdale blood, but the wearcat curse was also incorporated as well. With both these curses working together, it was a miracle that the cynics had survived so long. It was quite fortunate that the family was large back then, but now the blood was thinning.
"The sun is setting. Come, it's time for your first transformation and hunt." Catrina states.
"Why do you live in your beast form?" Daria asks.
"It's my way of rejecting the human race. the same race that took away my lover."
"You seem to have less hope for them than I do."
"They killed the only male of my time that would accept this. They thought he was under some sort of enchantment."
"You must be at least a century old."
"Hmmm, your mother is in her late forties, my sister is probably pushing ninety, so yes, I'm probably nearing the century mark. When you find a male that'll accept this, don't let him go. The other problem is that the wearcat must accept the male as well. So, until you become one with your inner beast she'll probably be in your head talking."
"Great, voices in my head, as if I needed that to drive me crazy. High school does a good enough job of that."
"How long...?"
"Mrow, probably another fifty years, but no wearcat has lived in their beast form as long as I have."
"Why can we transform at will?"
"No one knows. Anyone who could answer that question is dead."
"Of old age I hope."
"No, the first one went on a killing spree of those with the ability to bewitch. There are no more of those that can curse."
"Are we...?"
"Thirsty for human blood? No, we've become a bit more civilized over the generations. When I pass on, your aunt will take her place as elder wearcat and protector of this hunting ground. You are the seventh wearcat. Either the curse will end with you, or the curse becomes stronger since seven is a powerful number. Now, look at the moon and relax." she says as Amy comes into the room as well.

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More than a month has passed since her first transformation. The hunt had been more enjoyable than Daria thought it would, but she hadn't considered how the beast would feel. Now, however, she was having a little argument with her inner beast.
'The reason you can't commit to mating with him is because there's no physical heat there and you know it.'
'I just don't want to do the wrong thing.'
'and that too. I suggest you try to get a male's prospective about this.'
'And just where do I get that from?'
'Think, what male could you ask to help you who'll not tell anyone.'
'Trent?' she asks blushing.
'Mrow, very good.'
'But...,'
'Who else will help you clear this up? I doubt you want to talk to Amy about this.'
'No, and Quinn only wants to suck the money from her dates. Trent it is then, but I hope I can avoid Jane though.'
'It felt naughty to kiss him while he was with Jane, didn't it?'
'Yes.'
'Mrow, if he can't trigger that Barksdale libido then he's no good.'
'I'm only half Barksdale.'
'Half is enough. That Morgandorffer half is just your father's temper.'
'Which makes you more dangerous.'
'Correction, makes us dangerous. We're one and the same, remember?'
'You won't let me forget that fact.'
'Nope.'

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Sleeping was one of the only enjoyments of life that he now would indulge in when he needed it. The Spiral was sucking the life out of him and he knew it. The band had decided to have an implosion which left them with one less base player. He had told Jessie and Max to keep an ear out for one while he found actual work. The thought had disgusted him until he found out that they needed some one at the local mechanic shop. Having done more repairs on the Plymouth made him the best one they could find to fill the spot. He doesn't notice the girl softly knocking at his door. He doesn't stir when an auburn head sticks her head and saying his name only to notice that the occupant was sleeping and was only in black boxers.
'Mrow, delicious.'
'Be quiet. I don't need you as a distraction.'
'Like him in only is boxers isn't a distraction.'
"Mmmm," Trent grunts stirring from his slumber. He opens one eye to see Daria in his room. "Hey Daria," he yawns out. "Uh, I don't know where Janie is."
"I need a guy's opinion." she begins.
"You and Tom have a fight?"
"No, I'm having trouble deciding to take that next step."
"He pressuring you?"
"No, but I think I may force him to jump off a bridge with my waffling."
"Then he'll just have to go jump off a bridge then." Trent replies smiling.
"Do you expect sex sometime in the relationship?"
"Is that directed at me or my gender?"
"Both."
"Depends, ya think Tom's already been with someone?"
"Would pulling a condom out of your back pocket answer that question?"
"Damn, he's either a little too eager or he's got experience."
"If he's got experience then I'm also worried I'll disappoint him."
"If he's considerate then he won't be."
"Why is it so easy for you to be willing to jump into bed?" she asks frustration becoming evident.
"Most of the time we just don't give it too much thought."
"So, you're saying that the decision isn't that important to make?"
"No, we don't give it that much thought. If we want to do it, we do, and if we don't then we don't. Now getting a girl to want that is a different story. If the guy is a jerk then he'll do anything or say anything to get the girl in bed."
"Which do you think Tom is?"
"You sure you want that answer?"
"I asked didn't I?"
"I can no longer trust him. The way he got with you leaves me to believe that he isn't as smart as he thinks he is. It also makes me wonder if he's done that before."
"A pattern of going on to the next girl before he breaks it off with the one he's with."
"yep, but neither of us knows his history."
"I guess you're trying to tell me that I shouldn't go that next step with him."
"Not until you know for certain he won't get board with you. How much have you've done anyway?" he asks and Daria blushes a little.
"Kissing."
"That's all? No oral?"
"No." she blushes again.
"Definitely wait if he wants to jump that step."
"Did you do it with Monique?" she asks. She didn't know why she asked, the question came out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
"Fought too much to think of going there with her. She probably was my worst relationship I've had."
"And me?" she asks needing to know if there had been a chance.
"You were too young for me to even consider it."
"And now?"
"You're still seventeen aren't you?"
Daria scowls at that. "I'm eighteen."
"Sorry," he says throwing his hands up, "I thought you were in Janie's grade because you were skipped up a couple of grades." She calms down from Trent's explanation.
"Sorry, I thought you were judging my age by my height."
"Get that a lot?"
"I used to."
"Then, I would have tried, had I not fucked that stupid project up. It was important to you and I messed that up. Hell, it was more important to Janie and she's still ticked about that."
"It wasn't my idea to ask you in the first place."
"Jane's meddling again?"
"Yeah...,hey wait a minute! You knew?"
"I try to notice if a girl is interested in me. You were too shy and inexperienced. I was afraid that I'd scare you away if I were to try anything. Then, I met your mother."
"You could have told Jane to back off."
"That would have clued her in and she'd become worse than before."
"I wish you would have tried something."
"Why?"
"Then I wouldn't have had that bad start with Tom. I almost lost my only friend because of that stupid kiss."
"Remember, Tom had his part in that."
"Yeah, I know."
Trent looks thoughtful for a moment. 'Hmmm, wonder if I were to kiss Daria and let Tom have a taste of his own medicine. Nah, but I think she needs a little cheering up.' A moment later, Daria feels herself pulled onto her back on Trent's bed with his hands tickling her.
"Stop!" Daria shouts.
"Not gonna happen." Trent replies continuing to tickle her sides under her jacket.
'Mrow, he's got some guts. Want me to teach him a lesson?'
'No...,you'll just make things...,worse.'
'Mrow, I can feel that Barksdale blood begin to heat.'
'What?' She doesn't notice her jacket being taken off nor her boots and socks being removed as well.
'Have fun.' was the last words that her wearcat half says as Trent starts tickling her feet.

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Author's Ramblings

You can guess what happened next. This one shot was a struggle to write, but now it won't bother me anymore. Read, review and suggestions are welcomed and encouraged.