Memoirs of Madness~1 {{revised}}

Wyatt Halliwell.
The name alone makes me want to scream with rage. He is the most arrogant son of a bitch I have ever met in my entire existence! And if anyone were to ever get their hands on any of my rantings I have so skillfully hidden over the centuries, they would discover just how long that existence has been thus far. I pride myself in keeping cool until I can no longer hold back the rage, but this human male will be my undoing. Not since I was put in charge of those wretched Winchester brothers, Dean in particular, have I wanted to hit a man simply for being a man. Oh, at first, he appears like an angel or perhaps someone the gods themselves have formed. But I assure you this man is no angel. I must have paced the small motel room for several hours in a complete rage before calming down to a small boil. Charming, at first, he unleashes a torrid of words that come across as smug, making him feel like a superior being! How dare he think he is above me! Does he not know who he is dealing with! I shall see him again and let him know just what a fierce creature I am and can not be toyed with! No..I take that back..I shall not see him again, lest my fury be unleashed upon him. Though arrogant, smart mouthed, and in belief that he is god's gift to women and men..he is an innocent..and something more, though I can not quite put my finger on it.
Of course it was game on from moment one that he opened his mouth, especially when the conversation focused on smiles, toothpastes, and minty fresh breath. I should be above such petty and cute games, but I found myself reacting like a lovesick school girl. The cheerleader with the crush on the high school jock. How could I allow myself to fall into such a trap, a trap where my focus became his mouth, the trap that wouldn't let me deny him or I the opportunity to test  just how well the damned toothpaste worked. I wanted to drown myself in his kisses the moment it happened. His lips like manna from heaven, the type of things I am forbidden from for an eternity. By all things unholy, where did this man learn to kiss, to make a woman feel such things by the mere brushing of lips or the small stroke of a tongue, a well placed hand...an experiment, my ass. This man challenges me at every step and carries a smug smile the moment I seem to surrender any part of myself at all. What a fool he is to think he will ever have me eating out of the palm of his hand.
Wyatt Halliwell.
How can one man command so much of my attention though he is not in front of me. How can his name cause me to rail against him and yet his name is like honey on my lips. His voice and face taunt me when I close my eyes, forbidding me to rest, and these strange mixed feelings are unnerving me. I shall go see him again..demand his respect..and I will show him that no one can best me at my own game of words! If were not for my words being written now, I would be continuing to pace the floors of this small room, or out hunting my own kind to find some sort of release from all of this..this..humans would call it pent up aggression..or is it tension. Ugh..I am done with these nonsensical emotions! A demon does not feel or need for such trivial things! I shall shove this wretched human from my thoughts and think of him no more..I have much more important things to accomplish..demons to kill..and avoid being killed by my own kind as well. I will not be bound to the confines of hell ever again...yes, Wyatt is nothing more than an irritating insect to be swatted away...