The Final Angst

I am a man unaccustomed to demons and when those demons are in control I am unaccustomed to the havoc they bring to me. Twice before in the presence of minxie I have lost control, once at the Vanderhag’s when I kissed her and again in my car when the fire of my passion could not be contained. Today was the third and I am determined this will be the final time that I allow emotion to dictate my actions.

Until she entered my realm I have never allowed the existence of another to touch me since my sister and I had parted our ways many years ago. My joy was in the control and decimation of others, but minxie, the sight of her glowing hair, her delicate skin and the thought of that mountain of lies enjoying what is by all rights mine was more than even I could tolerate. For no reason at all I found myself at the café where I first saw her, not to look for her but to sit and with luck torment anyone unlucky enough to meet my baleful gaze. I exited my car only to discover the woman who possesses my every waking moment driving up in her car, oblivious not only to my presence but also to my rage.

She dismissed me far too often and now as I was bathed in a fury made of ice I dissolved into the wall behind me waiting for her to pass. As she did the dam burst forth and my fury found its form as I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall my voice thick with desire and hate I castigated her for her whoring.

She looked me with both scorn and fear then fled the moment we were interrupted by others but I knew at that moment that I have no recourse. Minxie will no longer be spared my wrath and I will destroy her the same way I destroy anything else that obstructs my goals. I cannot allow her to affect me anymore for she has me consumed with emotions that I had finished with years ago yet one glimpse of her and my wrath has no bounds. Minxie you will weep and rue the day you crossed a Dubois, mark my words.

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