The Unexpected Dubois

The world was unusually quiet after the cackle of hens of yesterday for I did not have to be present to know that the young ladies who met with Minxie were no doubt discussing the impact I have had on all their lives recently. My errant niece has decided to play both sides of the street by telling me just enough to be convincing and yet managing to withhold the truth. I realised that sooner or later Elyce would attempt to break free of my influence, it was inevitable, Liselle had tried and Ladonna, well she was not interesting enough to me to keep on a short leash but Elyce had yet to feel the direct pressure of my power.

Minxie was probably at this very moment running through various scenarios for my demise, this was something I did not need to be told for my blood runs in her veins and I would expect nothing less from a family member. She always manages to bring back the fond memories of her father and I in corporate duels, and Uncle Axel was always one to appreciate machinations of a nature more devious than his own. Although Minxie is not the devious sort she would no doubt resort to this in order to thwart me. Notice I stop at defeat for I have had yet to be defeated, the little blip from the surfnuts marriage was soon put to rest by me, as was her own relationship with a mountain and a monkey boy. If minxie was as wise as her Mother she would investigate my past and discover that my uncle, as formidable as he was in his day also lost to me. It is the natural order of our existence, the Dubois run the town and I run the Dubois as my father and grandfather before me.

The way her friends all ran to her the minute we crossed paths never failed to amuse me for it was as if they believed their salvation lay in the discovery of the unexpected Dubois and this Dubois, minxie was going to deal with me on their behalf. Their self centered ignorance only serves to fuel my determination to quash them all, they would send her like a lamb to the slaughter and the sweet dear with my blood burning a fire in her veins would rise to the occasion. I did not realise until now how much I had missed this part of Liselle, for she once burned with the beauty and passion of our heritage and was a vision to behold in and out of bed. Elyce never amounted to more than a pale shadow of Liselle and her subterfuge with minxie and flouting of my will has been the closest she has shown of our inner fire. Minxie you cause even those whose emotions were dead and buried to come alive and play in your tragic games of self destruction.

I weary of the wait, the endless game of words, the war of action and reaction, I grow impatient for you to grace my bed sweet minx for I will own you in a way that none other will ever understand as you are the final piece to the puzzle of my life. I had wanted you as a consort and since your bland father was named upon your birth certificate there is no legal barrier to prevent this from being so, I will have you here by my side, the only woman equal to being the partner of Gervais Dubois. Enough of your whoring games with lesser creatures ruled by their hormones and spoiled niceties for what you need is a man to stand by you, a man to rule you, a man to break you and teach you how to honour your heritage. It is time for you realise the pleasure and pain of life beside a man without equal.

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