In the Arms of a Villain

12

I watch her. I find it interesting. She makes the most absurd faces. Not like she used to, but it was still fascinating.

But when we had sex—

She kissed me gently. She's much better. A good learner.

"That's it baby,"

I've taken to calling her baby. It's generic, but it shows affection so it'll do.

She's so...I grin. I kiss her bare shoulder. My hands follow her body.

I grab her face pulling her toward me. "Smile for me,"

She grins. I chuckle. So cute. Look at her. Oh...I hate her so much.

I kiss her again. "Do you love me, Dawn?"

She nods. "I love you, Roy."

Dawn...My perfect little psycho. She's so broken it's comical. I can barely even exploit her properly.

"Then you'll never leave me. You'll always do what I want you to, right?"

She nods, looking away. I narrow my eyes.

I slide inside her, holding her close to me. her ski goes cold. She gets this way, when we have sex. She's not distant, and she doesn't tell me to not. In fact, she's...eager. But then, she gets cold.

Distant. She feels amazing, but her energy off. I'm not sure why.

She buries his face into my neck. I hold her, planning my next move. She's nice and acclimated. I think this town...is too small for the two of us.

We should move on to bigger and better places.

Who knows, maybe I'll marry her. Just because. I hold her neck in my hands gently. Just for shits and giggles. She'd like it though wouldn't she?

I smile. So cute.

"Hey," I whisper. "Why don't we leave?"

She freezes. "What?"

I narrow my eyes. That's an odd reaction,

"This town. You're near your graduation. You've been with me over a year. You're ready. Let's move on to bigger and better things."

I frown.

"Why? Things are so nice here, and I'm not ready," she whispers. "Teacher—"

Why doesn't she want to leave this place?

"Dawn," I grab her, "Is there something here, you particularly here?"

She shook her head. "No. Just you, Teacher."

Just me...the way she said that. As if I would think anything else. Why would it be just me?

It's always been just me. Her using that phrase means something else is tying her here.

So it's definitely time to uproot her.

"Oh, I'm glad then. We'll leave tomorrow, so pack your shit."

She shakes her head. "Please a little longer! This is home to me now. Our home. I want to stay. A little bit longer."

I shake my head. "No. No being a villain is all about being mobile."

She looked away. "Give me one more night, teacher," she kissed me, looking up at me, biting her lip. "Please?"

I swallow. It doesn't even matter. Because tomorrow, she and I are leaving. Together. Somewhere new. And whatever she likes here—whoever—they will be gone.

And we—me and her. Yeah, I think I'll marry her. Maybe, in a few years...maybe I'll even get her pregnant. Yeah, have a little fucked up family.

Hey. It's not shabby. Maybe. We'll see. She makes me think of things I wouldn't normally. Do things, want things I wouldn't normally.

She glanced away. I kiss her back.

"We'll go to a city, you and I. Take over it. Run it. You and me, baby."

It's utter bullshit. The things I'm saying. But I don't know. I can't tell whether I believe them or not.

All I know is, I want her to stay with me. I don't think I'll get tired of her any time soon. Besides, I would like to have a child. A legacy. What good is all my evil, if no one carries it on?

I think she's te perfect candidate.

My lips find hers.

• • •

I wake up to her. I look over. She's already awake. That's odd. She almost never wakes up before me.

"Too excited to sleep?" I ask.

She sits at the vanity. "Something like that."

I kiss her neck. "Well, good morning, baby."

She picks up her lipstick. "Do you think..."

I pause.

"Do you think that good and evil are real?" She asks lowly.

I frown. "Of course. You know that."

She swallowed. "I always liked lipstick. Because it's like you're a different person."

She put on her red lipstick, standing and turning around.

With a gun. I cock my head. "Early practice?"

She shakes her head. There's movement at the door. I swing back.

"Hey, Dawn get down someone's at the doors. It sounds like a team—"

"I know," she whispers.

I pause. "You...know?"

She smiled, as the door is kicked opens it's the fucking feds.

My eyes lock on hers.

"I...I'm sorry—"

"You were a mole? A rat? What's your name?"

I don't have anything. All the weapons I have positioned she's moved them. This is why she why she wanted to wait.

I chuckle.

"I really enjoyed my time with you," she said, smiling. "But you have to go to jail now."

I look down. With the dirt she had on me...I won't get out for a while, if ever.

"You betrayed me," they cuff me. "I will get out. And when I do—"

She looked down. "Please don't mad at me," she murmured. "I had to."

I narrow my eyes. How dare she? Look so innocent. Look at those eyes they're no different.

I'll fucking kill her. Watch that light die from her eyes.

"Don't be upset Roy. I had to do it. It was my job."

And now I'm a job. Fuck.

"You better not sleep, baby. Because I will be coming for you," I vow as they take me away. "I will come for you, Dawn!"

She frowned.

They drag me away saying something like I won't see the light of day for a long time.

But that's not what I focus on. Two older people, very out of place rush into our home—my house.

And through the window, I see them hug her. Comfort her.

I see her lips move. She says, Mom. Dad.

I smirk. Well, now that changes things.