Villain Lady-mini series

Dusty nights, the empty open road,
night sounds, meeting face to
face with a large moon,
those were some of the
attractions Villain Lady admired.

“Night belongs to me” thought Lady
and her bike came to a halt.
She had a funny feeling as if
someone or something had been
following her, but there was
no time to stop and wait
by the road side.

Miles and miles of dark, empty
road seemed endless, but she
was determined to keep her
promise to herself, that the
perfect mate was waiting on
her arrival.

She stepped down, wiped the road
dust of her boots with the corner
of her vintage sleeve, placed her
helmet on the seat, and leaned
against the light pole across
the street of Sunbelt Lane.

For a moment her mind
seemed to have dozed off.
She remembered the day when
her parents broke the news,
telling what she would
become on her 21st birthday
and what the future held.

Both parents were gypsy's
and when they found her abandoned
by Old Stone Well, they kept her
hidden away from the others.

It was 1:am in the morning and
the Villain shook away the
images running through her mind,
she glanced up towards the room
window where it was still dark,
sure that Detective would be sound asleep.

Should she enter through the front door,
thought Villain Lady, or
should the entrance be from
his bedroom window. Lady wanted
everything to go as planned.

His revolver was set on the night
stand and so was his badge.
He was sweating profusely then,
and twisting and turning.
the nightmare grew intense
as he gasped for air.

Her body moved up the stairs with
grace as she rehearsed what
was to come,cherishing the
the Villain side of her.

Villain Lady fit the key into the
keyhole and turned the knob,
she could hear her heart pumping
to the excitement on her mind.

Soon the mating would be complete,
as her parents had explained before
they died, for her to live, mating
must be be with one like her.

She began to zipper down the
rhinestone leather jacket,
her red vest hugged her breasts.

She gripped the doorknob and turned slowly,
in case it would screech with age.

The room was pitch black, and she
could hear the night wind let itself in
through the window, with her strong
awareness of sound.

V.Ramos