Bella was odiously gunning the engine around the bend of Euclid street trying to catch a man back from the gas station she had just pulled out of.

After she pulled in to get her gas and finished paying the cashier inside the store, she cautiously made her way back to the unlocked gassed up dodge viper.

Mint neon green that glowed with possessive ghostly fingers down the sides trailing off the rear fender. There were always two things she took pride in, her creative self designed tattoos that streamed from shoulder blade to wrist on both arms and various areas of her torso and back and the other was this four horse engine of apocalypse war machine. Halfway in the car before she could shut the drivers door a man of about 25 stood looking half scared of his own shadow and contemplating his next move to acquire this demon ride from bad ass Bella Caress.

She’s the kind of girl you take one look at and you know instantly she could kill you with all the twitch of her beauty.

“No, I said No!” with just a faint edge to her voice she said but it came barreling out of her vocal cords like a minister struck down by the hand of god in the middle of a Sunday church cook off. The man looked utterly confused and didn’t belong where he was and somehow an echo reverberated off his tongue as he mumbled the same thing he thought to himself a second before. He fled. Ran fast like the devil himself was chasing him. But it wasn’t Lucifer doing the chasing in this titillating scene. She sat for half of a second composing herself back to cool calm and watched him paddle off the curb dashing under the darkness of neighboring front yards.

Smiling divinely into her rearview mirror as she licked her lips and chuckled, pulling into overdrive sounding a sonic boom from the engine of her war machine and roared off with a cry of a really pissed off banshee. She caught his gray looking corpse staggering through a front yard headed for Euclid street. Shocked and bemused he gasped with a pathetic howl and picked up his pace a bit more. Though nothing would match the speed of Bella’s neon green dragon inching closer, closer still.

“No don’t, stay away from me you freak” his words fell out of his breathless lungs at the harrowing and delightful thud that tinged off her hulking bumper as she drove through him, chuckling to herself with picturesque pleasure. She skidded 50 yards ahead to a screeching halt, leaned over to the glove box compartment and kicked it open. A gleaming gun metal gray of a .38 snub nose slid into the palm of her hand fitting perfectly with the curve of her trigger finger. She walked back toward the battered body of the coward that lay in his own piss, raised her gun arm slowly and aimed. Two quipped clicks rattled off the trigger spewing forth a few winged bullets into the back of this poor man’s dense skull.

With a long and orgasmic sigh Bella slid her tongue across her pink lips and blinked a piercing green eye up at the moon. A vixen of the night with a daring complexion in her devil eyes and an angel thorn halo kissed the sky and grinned, “It Beez That Way Baby”.