Not What I Wanted

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Rhenco’s long finger nail tapped on Milae’s kitchen table, his back straight, and staring out the window. The lock was easy to bypass, but no one had been home. 
Oh he knew that Milae wasn’t going to be in that evening…
The problem was is that Dario wasn’t there. In fact Rhenco couldn’t make heads or tails of where that stag was. He had searched the house, then the village, and then the town again.
He had found Malak, he had found Farri’s trail, at one point he had even seen Boris, which was interesting. But not interesting enough for Rhenco to reveal himself to any of them. The demon was out of town on the raid, so the timing should have been perfect.
But he’s not…here…
Rhenco stood up and paced around the house, walking up the stairs to the bedroom. He stared the bed through the door, his fingers gripping the frame. 
I…didn’t…want this…
The fingers of his other hand curled around the vial of red card in his pocket. 
I didn’t want this to happen!
Despite his calm features, his blood began to boil as his fingernails dug into the wood of the frame, leaving marks. “Fuck, fuck…” He said under his breath. “Fuck that stag.” His eyes flickered around the room and ceiling as he peeled himself away and walked back down the stairs. “Fuck him…why does he get Milae? Why does a catylist have to be missing? What I was going to do, it would have been perfect…”
Now its not perfect! Now it’s not your way!
His calm features broke, and with a  brief snarl he clamped his teeth down onto his arm, just above his wrist and curving into his lower hand. Thick drops of blood feel to the floor as Rhenco’s shoulders heaved. He breathed deeply for several moment, the blood from his hand hissing through his teeth. He finally let go, calm once again.
I’ll go with plan B then…I *guess.*
He rested his hand on the counter, breathed a slow exhale, and then walked out in a straight line. He really hoped today didn’t get any worse. 
“Pretty boy, pretty boy, I’m coming home to you pretty boy…”