"Beastella" Inst.7 : Winzlow Manor

"Miss Winzlow....... Miss Winzlow", a voice in Viktoria's bedroom sounded,with increasing volume. Vikki was deep into a 'r.e.m.' fantasy, before the voice woke her from dreamlands affixive lure. She was atop the lead float of a parade,waving her hand as royalty would, to her admiring minions below. It was 'Vikki Day' , so declared by President 'Dolt Shrubb IV' , a close friend of her fathers. As she stepped down from the float, a reporter approached her, microphone in hand. "Miss Winzlow, what does it feel like to have a day in your honour?" "Well, its about time", Vikki retorted. "About time, about time. Ooh, pretty me, pretty pretty Me", her Peruvian parrot 'Satay' was taunting her, as she spoke aloud,while dreaming. "Im so pretty, everybody wants to be like me. Crawrrk". Satay was not very fond of Viktoria, and enjoyed annoying her with the mantras Vikki spoke while gazing into her mirror. The bird began whistling loudly to waken her fully,Vikki's eyes were slowly adjusting to the light. "Why is it so F-ing bright in here?", she shouted, as she angrily marched over to her bedrooms intercom. "CarolAnn, get up here NOW!" , Vikki shouted into the machine. A moment later a yawning older woman meakly entered the room, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Yes, Miss Vikki", inquired CarolAnn Snodgrass,the girls nanny for the past year. "First of all, NEVER yawn in my presence, it offends me", snapped Vikki. "Explain to me why my curtains are open. Its 6am , you are not to open them until 7:37 am, whats wrong with you?" CarolAnn didnt know how to respond to the irrational teenagers accusations, at this hour of the morning,roused from sleep. "Miss Winzlow, i assure you i have been in my room, sleeping. I have not been in your room since yesterday afternoon", the nanny answered, wearily. "Well, maybe you did it while sleepwalking then. How careless you are becoming, leave my room, NOW", Vikki irrationally shouted, as she flung her pointed hand towards the door. CarolAnn nodded curtly as she silently exited the bedroom, knowing better than to further engage the teens terribly tempestuous tirades. She dug her hand into the left pocket of her robe, furiously rubbing her thumb on her 'stress stone'. Lately CarolAnn had taken to rubbing it until her thumb was almost raw,attempting to vent the anger the spoiled teen stirred within her. Were it not for being the sole provider to a six year old boy, she would have left this mansion of misery after her first week of employment. Ms. Snodgrass had attempted to turn in her resignation to Viktor, after a horrible first week as the new nanny. CarolAnn was the most recent in an endless series of nannies, the thought of going through countless interviews again, frustrated him to no end. The nanny just before CarolAnn lasted only three days before leaving, via ambulance. 'Bucca Grunda' was the unfortunate victim of Vikki's jaded sense of humour, since shortly after meeting her charge. Bucca was just slipping into her bed, after a frustrating first day. She felt something brush past her foot,retracting it,as she shrieked. Vikki had slipped one of her pet Malayan Garter Snakes into the nanny's sheets, after bathing it in olive oil. The next couple days led to more rotten pranks,ending with the worst shower Bucca had ever taken. In addition to her fondness for reptiles,Vikki had been quite taken with her Chemistry sets,for the past several years. She thought it would be funny to mix up an anti-hair tonic, to add into the nagging nannys hair conditioner. The blistered and chemically burned, bald scalp was anything but amusing to the shrieking, stout woman. On this morning, the culprit that did the taboo of opening the spoiled girls blinds was certainly not her nanny. Satay was growing more angry with each passing day, hating the prodding taunts of Vikki. She liked to slide a chopstick through his cage, trying to lure him onto it, then quickly yank it back out. Her raucous laughter that followed annoyed and humiliated him. Satay spent his solitude during her schoolday by devising a way out of his cage. He was getting sick on the diet of stale melba toast she threw onto his floor,every few days. The next time she tried to put nail polish on his beak, he might give in to temptation, and bite her finger. Satay had figured out how to not only undo and redo the latch on his cage, but also how to play a few pranks of his own. Every so often as Vikki slept, the parrot would stealthfully fly around the room , creating anonymous mischief. He operated the auto retract button for the drapes,slowly letting the bright rising sun stir Vikki into a premature start to her Monday. Satay snuck back into his cage, and began his morning mimicry of her dream spawned sleep talking. As she angrily arose,a smug Satay feigned sleep, content in his passive retalliation.

"Beastella" Inst.6

Estella entered the barn just as Melix was on his way up the first of three ladders he needed to climb. Her eyes needed a second to adjust to the barn interiors dimmer light level, coming in from the bright morning sun. She called out a hello to Melix, just as she witnessed him ascending the ladder,quickly. It appeared as if his feet were not in contact with the rugged old ladders rungs,Estella noticed, rubbing her eyes in disbelief. She swore she heard audible evidence of his foot contacting the ladder rung as she spoke,how very odd it seemed. "Melix, i swear it looked like you were gliding up the ladder, seriously", espoused Estella. Melix rolled his eyes,trying to quickly come up with a story. "I, um, umm, I told you ive been working out, see, Girrrrl." Melix proudly flexed a moderately swollen bicep. "Me Ahhhhnold", Melix said while flexing his body like a body builder, and grunting. "I use my arms to hoist my sexy self up the ladder,sometimes my feet help" Melix laughed, hating to lie to his friend. He realllllly wished he could let Estella know her eyes had not deceived her. Melix had many secrets that he intended to share with Estella, when the time was right. For the time being, he needed to be more discreet,apparantly. He was almost to the top of three long ladders,ultimately elevating him to "Otto, the Old Owl." Otto lived in the rafters of the barn, three storys worth of a ladders climb. The poor owls body had become quite arthritic, in his advancing years. Estellas parents had decided to let Otto remain in the eaves,as he couldnt fly well anymore,nor climb the ascending zig-zag of his hand built walkway. Justin had considered the trek up to Otto to be good excercise. Something felt odd about Melix's answer, Estella thought. Perhaps it was the residual effects of their 'wacky weed' adventure of last night,she pondered. Music, yeahhh an old pop classic was burning its tune into Estellas consciousness. 'Sweeeeet', she remembered her mom had left the cd of it in the barns multi disc changer. As the sounds of 'Tiny Tims' "Tiptoe through the Tulips" coursed into the air, Estella Noticed Melix freeze, mid climb. "MsMelixia",Estella called out in a kooky voice, "Whats up, Dont u like quirky music?" This time, Melix didnt know how he was going to respond. If only she knew the significance of that singer, That song, if only he could share the reason for his wistful bliss. But not yet.......... Not quite. (hello, if u enjoy the story, feel free to post a blog comment. Thanks)

Beastella...Inst5

"Shkrohhhk, Shkrohhhk, SHHHKROHHHHHHHHK" !!! Estella was jarred from dreamlands luring grasp by the exited shrieks of one of the animals,just on the other side of her screened window. It was 'Esther the Ebullient Emu', someone must have let her out in the yard. "Sorry Misstella, didnt mean to wake you", Melix said with a smirk. "That's ok, MissMelix. Perhaps i should put Frida in your bed, after you have fallen asleep", retorted Estella,playfully. Frida the Flatulent Fox had wandered onto their farm one hot and humid August night, perhaps three or four years back now. Justin LeBonte' had been playing with Esther the Ebullient Emu , trying to tire her out so she could retire in her 'run'. One of the most surefire ways of chilling her out came to mind. Let her nab a few leaves of 'wacky weed' , she would then want her music, she loved music, especially 'Donna Summer'. The former disco divas voice relaxed Esther, Maria had her "Honestly the last reworked versions of the same 8 songs : 8disc mechasupergreatesthits collection" in the barns sound system often, as she assisted the animals. Justin had installed a small speaker in Esthers sleeping area. He had it configured to a frequency that only she, and perhaps 'Otto, the Old Owl' could hear. Estellas father pulled one of the 5fingered herbal sprigs out of the baggie in his inner coat pocket, his 'treats' for Esther for polite behaviour. Justin waved it in front of her nose "Here girl, race u to the patch". Esther gently took the sprig from his hand, before racing off to the patch where her herbal nirvana grew. Just as they made it through the trail in the corn field, Esther let out an exited "Shkrohhhk". Justin nearly jumped out of his skin from the sudden loud sound. "Esther, relax, relax" He hummed a couple lines of "Macarthur Park", that caused her to momentarilly pause, and dance a couple steps. Only briefly though, then she resumed frantically running around in a circle,fastly. That was one of her most common ways of showing anxiety,Justin trusted her senses and was led to investigate. He walked a couple hesitant steps toward the 'wonder weed' patch,Esther followed suit. She got up the nerve to poke her head forward a bit to investigate. As she breached the outer rim of the patch,she poked her head into it, inquisitively,quickly withdrawing it with a "Shkrohhk". They both froze then,hearing a rustle a couple feet into the herbal utopia, they both smelled a foul smell neither one had produced. Esther stepped back as a black nose barely peeked thru the greenery,sniffing its new acquantences. The owner of the nose must have sensed it could venture out a tad more, an auburn and ivory snout followed its nose out. The light of the quarter moon softly illuminated the newcomers eyes, the rest of the creatures form emerged from its sweet herbal cloak. The two creatures just stared at each other,frozen in speculative queery. Justin hoped his new guest was friendly,he looked forward to greeting it. He wondered if the same treat would coax their new freind into a calming repose, as it did with Esther. As it stepped fully out of the shadows, Justin thought something looked odd on its rear end, some type of wounds perhaps. He and Esther calmly approached their guest, it appeared to be some kind of Fox,hence the red hued hair. The three seemed comfortable with each other, so Justin decided to coax it into his barn so he could check out the sores. Upon inspection, there looked to be fragments of some type of gauze affixed to freshly drying wounds. He treated the fox to a bowl of Chamomile,valerian root , and 'sweet herb' tea, hoping to gently anesthetize it into sleep with his wifes enhanced blend. It was working, she lapped it up quickly, then started to slowly turn around in a circle, matting down her chosen place of sleep. After the fox sank into deep slumber, Justin began the inspection. His experience as an animal doctor told him the bits of bloody gauze must have been some type of bandage, but for what purpose? She (as he could denote from its 'FoxHole' (lol) ) did not appear to have old wounds, these were relatively fresh. When he lifted her right cheek, there was a torn piece of gauze caught on a lower tooth. It seemed as if she had inflicted her own wounds, but why? Why was the gauze glued to her skin so harshly, before there were any injuries for it to cover? The fox opened its mouth in a contented yawn, sensing it was finally in safe haven, just prior to its posterior exherting a 'Phpppppphw' sound. The noxious odour that resulted made Justin start to gag. Esther let out her load noise, then leaned forward and proceeded to vomit from the putrescent smell. After running out into fresh air, Justin and Esther looked at each other oddly, they both laughed loudly, in their respective ways. He knew then what he would name the newest member of their animal family. "Frida, the Flatulent Fox" .

"Beastella" Inst.4 : "Ile de Serein"

Melix was the first to awake the following morning,a Saturday. The climate was to be an ideal that day, sunny, and upper 70's . Melix found that to barometrically beautiful. Add a moderate breeze and the fragrance of coconut trees, and he could close his eyes and be back at home,almost. 'Ile de Serein' was the only home he had known until that September, when he started his years exchange. The magnificence of his island homeland and its unique inhabitants seemed light years away, rather than the 6 hour plane ride it actually was(not including the necessary seaplane ride from Bermuda,to his island). Back home, he was usually awakened by his pet 'Vistrae',eager for a day of play. One of the once thriving 'Pahrpaetta' species saved from extinction by Melix's ancestors, now numbering in the dozens. Since the mating cycle of the average Pahrpaetta happens once every six years, the revitilization of its kind has been a slow process. Ile de Serein was formed from undersea volcanic eruptions, perhaps more unique than most other similarly formed islands. This particular land had a curious compostional history in what the ocean had spewed forth from its eruptive episodes. At the islands geographic central apex was the Magnificent 'MontMirage' , the sacred ground of Melix's people. 'Sereinaens' ,as his fellow islanders were known to the outside world, were blissfully self-sufficient. Although they were the epitome of hospitality when someone happended upon their habitat, they intentionally declined offers of going tourist. The best kept secrets exist because they are just that, well kept. Most of the island was like any other tropical paradise, but nothing was quite as stunning as Montmirage and its vicinity. When the volanic activity formed this atlantic isle, its creative fury culminated in a massive upward cleft,jutting skyward at a sharp incline. The summit held a placid pool,running deep down its shaft. (what a Hot word,Shaft) . The apex is so high that it is often shrouded amid clouds, its lowest point sloped into the floor of 'Etendu Canyon'. The canyon was so named due to its vastness,save for 'Pretaenama Pass', at its western edge. The canyons craggy corona consisited of countless crystalline shards. If any non-natives would ever foray this far inland, the craggy crown would surely discourage further inspection to the actual mount. The forest that grew amidst the upper rims vicinity was a multihued ocean of lush tropical greenery,its gentle juxtaposition to the crystalline forms was quite striking when the sun sparkled its glistening splendour. Many a warm afternoon found Melix under his favourite tree, relaxing with Vistrae. Pahrpaetta could be most closely compared to a monkey,mixed with a large canine. They are generally quite friendly creatures,playful and active. Initially their species kept to themselves in the central forest,loving to have a mad adventure under cover of night. Their tails were prehensile, and needed a lot of excercise to maintain maximum maneuverability. The islanders were so fond of these creatures that it was not uncommon to have them reside domestically. The animals were viewed as brethren to Melix's people, no one ever 'owned' another living being in his culture,including animals,they merely coexisted. Melix shook off his cloak of reminiscence, and remembered his task list for the day. He actually enjoyed his chores, since they involved spending time with animals. Since arriving here, the LeBonte's had welcomed him into their home,as if he were a long lost relation. Melix had grown very fond of Maria's healthy cuisine. Her Snozzberry pie had become so addictive, that she started baking Melix his own to eat. He and Estella planned on berry picking that afternoon, with the intent of making a few pies from them. Melix also had to remind himself,too often for his liking, that he had a purpose for being here that he must fulfill. The time was not yet right to tell them of his real reason for coming here,as close as they were growing. His mission was still in the freshman faze,the seeds had been planted,but not ready for harvesting, not quite yet. Estella was unaware of the wonders that lay before her,the abilities she would have bestowed upon her,and the awesome responsibility that came along with the gifts she would know.

Beastella, Inst.3 : Melix

"Estella,Wake up"...... She felt something tickling her nose,waking her from the sun lulled nap she had unwittingly taken. The dream she was having was a variation on a series of recurring dream themes she had been having for several weeks now. In her dream, she was ironically,waking from a dream. Except that dream was unsettling, she couldnt quite remember any details about it,but the feeling it imparted her with left her a bit odd. In the dreams 'waking' state, she felt a soothing and serene presence. It was a memory of her beloved paternal Grandmother,that was the tranquility she was experiencing,even upon awakening. Helaena Eve LaBonte' had died when her granddaughter was a mere six and a half years old. It was at least assumed that she had died. Estellas parents last contact with her was a phone call from Bermuda. She had managed to save enough to purchase a large sailboat,upon retirement. Helaena had flown to Bermuda with her companian, Mornu' , a quiet,shorter statured round fella. Estella remembered his infectious laugh,he delighted her young mind with many splendid tales. He barely spoke to anyone but the family,preferring not to be around strangers very much,except the animals. That final call, had made it seem like all was on schedule,and The twosome would be back home in a month or two. Their plans were to set out from Bermuda, and wind their way through the Bahamas,meandering back home. Estella had only gotten to speak to her grandmother for a few moments, then a quick minute with Mornu'. She remembered handing the phone to her father, he chatted awhile alone with his mother,in her parents bedroom. Several days later,Estellas father got an unexpected telephone call. He again took the phone into his room and closed the door. She assumed it was her Grandmother calling,and hoped her father would let her say hello. When he came out later, he had obviously been crying,and seemed quite upset. While her parents stepped into the kitchen for a bit, Estellas mother had left her with a favourite book to keep her occupied, "Miss Muggsly's Mysterious Moths", . When they came back in, Estellas parents gave her a giant bear hug,then each one took one of her hands in theirs. "StellaBea, lets all go sit on the sofa , Your Mommy and I need to chat with you". Her Father said, as he rubbed her hand in his. Her parents told her that her Grandmothers boat did not arrive at Lilac Island ,now 6 days since they were scheduled to. That was their next docking point, after Bermuda. The International Lilac Enthusiasts (I.L.E.) convention was being held on its namesake Island this year. They were her Grandmothers favourite flower, the smell of them still evoked her memory to Estella. Helaena was an avid naturalist, reknowned for her ultra horticultural 'green thumb'. The gardens she lovingly tended seemed to personify her, naturally lovely and serene. She knew what it was that had made her nose twitch so much that it had awoken her. She smelled the intoxicatingly fragrant bouquet of Lilacs, even before her eyes fully opened. Her rouser was the 'cultural exchange student' staying with she and her mother that school year. "Misstella, yoo-hoo,Sleeping Beauty, arise from thy slumber", Melix Le'Niais cajoled her,as he waved a handfull of Lilacs at her. She thought it was a very odd coincidence indeed,of his choice of flower to playfully roust her with. "Melix, what time is it?",Estella asked him, as she yawned. "Girrrl, your Momma is worried sick about you, so she drove me back to school to find you, since she checked everywhere else. ", Melix told her. "With all the treading ive done tonight, i should make u buy me a new pair of shoes. Hustle it 'Misstella' , your Moms waiting in the car for us". Melix liked to use his variation on her name,she didnt mind. Estella was glad to have finally found a good friend, in Melix. The 3 months since he arrived had flown rapidly by. They seemed to have an almost instant rapport,much to her mothers delight. As they drove the few miles to the farm,Estella filled both of them in on her dream, and the feelings it evoked in her. When they had arrived, Melix wanted to show Estella the feeding trough he had finished that evening. He was glad there was enough suitable wood left from the pile in the barn he had amassed since arriving. "Sweeeeeeeeet" , Estella elatedly shrieked. "Melix, stay here a sec. Im gonna run and bring mom back to show her, i have a feeling she might have a nice surprise to thank you with". After admiring his excellant craftsmanship, Maria LeBonte' produced a small metal container from her pocket. "Mom, is that what i think it is?" , Estella asked with a smile on her face,speculating on the tin's contents. Maria told the two teenagers to close their eyes,and tell her what they smelled. The teens thought they heard a match strike, then a warm billowing mass blown across their faces. Almost at the same time, Estella and Melix excitedly shrieked "Jamaican Gold !". Upon opening his eyes,Melix had a joint the size of a Gherkin pickle put up to his mouth by Maria. Mrs LaBonte' had a small, but flourishing crop of 'Mary Jane' in a slight dip in the cornfield. The recessed section of land helped to camouflage the botanical bounty,hidden by the taller surrounding corn stalks. The local authorities were aware of their crop of 'sweet green herb' , as well as the crops of numerous locals,but werent bothered by its existance. Melix knew she must reallllllllly like his handiwork,as the 'herb' was only allowed he and Estella on special occasions(and the occasional weekend evening,at home). The threesome had a marvelous time catching fireflies,housing them for the night in an ornate screened cage on the porch,then releasing them in the morning as la Luna bid her adieu. Maria had brought out a heaping platter of homemade cookies, she knew her daughter loved them that way,fresh from the 'fridge,and washed down with milk. After some tokin',tale trading and Tollhouse, Maria retired for the evening, snuggling up to her favourite pet,'Meppi, the Magnificent Mongoose'. He had become a great comfort on the many nights she had cried herself to sleep, since her husbands passing. Several rounds of Scrabble later, the tokin' twosome fell asleep on the screened porch, not before snubbing the spleef out, barely half smoked. Sleep that night held some interesting visions of far off lands for Estella,or were they actually memories that she had forgotten, perhaps. (end of Inst3, hope u enjoyed)

Beastella...inst 2

Estella and Viktoria were just outside of the schools office,their teacher has just left them alone,to wait by the school secretaries desk for the principal, Mr Jenkins. Vikki makes one final threat to Estella,in a whispered hush. "Remember what i said,no ratting me out, or you will reallllllly regret it,Bitch." Although not really scared by Vikki's warning,Estella did take it with moderate caution.
As they were led into the principals office , it was with obvious disdain that he looked up at Vikki, rolling his eyes as if to say 'her,again'. After only a few moments lecture,the principal had decided on a solution to the situation. The girls were to be made Lab partners for the rest of the school year. This was not so much a punishment for Estella,as it was his hope she would rub off on Vikki,in a positive way. The prickly Ms. Winzlow was obviously not too keen on the idea,and made no qualms at showing it. As the girls rose to leave,Estella was asked to stay a moment. Vikki glared at Estella,as if she were reminding her of the warning she had made. Vikki colected her (Hand sewn,imported Peruvian Yak)purse,and left the two alone. Even though Estella was not afraid of Vikki's threat,she wasnt the type to snitch. "I'd like to hear your version of what happened in class today", the principal asked Estella,calmly. She paused a long moment,not wanting to tell,but not the type to lie also. "Well, i, um.." Estella stalled,not sure of how to proceed. "Estella, i know you are not the kind of girl to create this type of dispute. "Your father, Justin, was one of my best friends since he and I were teenagers. He may have been 'B' average academically,but grew into one of the finest men ive had the joy to know,an A+.",Mr Jenkins said,with a tear forming in his eyes corner. "Would you do me a personal favour by being Vikki's labpartner? Mr Jenkins asked. "Ned,Mr Cheaver your teacher,that is, came to me recently. He has been observing Vikki and her two pals for some time now,and is aware of their disruptive proclivities. He wanted me to be aware of things first,in case something like this were to occur". "This conversation is of course, only between you and I, he said. "My hope is that you would be a mentor of sorts to Vikki,and her two pals." "I will be checking in with you from time to time,feel free to come to me anytime you need to". "I made a promise to your father that i would look out for you,and be there if you or your mom ever needed me", he said with a warm smile. "Estella, since the last period has started, you are free to leave for the day". "Make sure to give your mother my best", he said as she rose to leave. "I will inform Mr Cheaver of the arrangement, thanks for being so cooperative". Estella remembered the Eclair her mother had packed in her lunch that morning. After retrieving it from her locker,she decided to enjoy it in the scools Victorian courtyard. The gardens there bore testimony to Mr Cheavers horticultural prowess,and lack of a social life. If only there was a Cafe' Mocha to sip whilst she noshed on the faboo homemade pastry,Estella mused. She savoured it,nonetheless. The warm afternoon sun was so soothing in its repose, Estella decided to close her eyes and let its tranquil luminescence befriend her. The talk with Mr Jenkins left her with much food for thought, she couldnt help but compare she and Vickki's fathers. Vikki's father was the towns leading industrialist.whos name was(by his egomaniacal insistance) prominantly etched into most of the major buildings in the area that he had 'donated' money to. Mr. Winzlow had an ego higher than any skyscraper that he had ever built,and a net worth of a small country. After his donation was given to a renovation project,for instance,he contractually insisted its name be changed,with his name preceeding any title the building may have previously been known by. As his fortune and power grew,so did his greed,becoming an insatiable drive for more and more. Estellas father,on the other hand,was a humble zoologist,ethical and kind. It hardly seemed today was already a year since his untimely death. Justin LeBonte' had been nursing a demented tasmanian devil with mange back to health. He never understood why some parents allowed their children to have exotic pets,and then neglect them,as they would a cast off toy. This particular animal was dropped off during the night,a few weeks before her beloved dads death. An envelope was taped to the outside of a cardboard box,placed at their door,the animal was asleep from the tranquilizer its owners had administered,wishing it to be unconscious as they abandoned it at the LeBonte's farm. Even her mother thought the animal was too far gone,and should be put down. Her father,ever the optimist,had never been able to turn away a creature in need. He had found a home for it in the barn, in its own roomy cage. His attempts at feeding it were met with a snarl and a weekly outlashing paw. By the second week,the animal seemed to be showing signs of definite improvement,the vitamins he had been injecting it with seemed to be having positive effect. Justin had 'Kleopatra' (as the pitifully emaciated Tasmanian Devils tarnished tag read) gaining weight,but her mange was resistant to treatments. When he tried teaching her sign language,she responded by weakly raising her middle fingers,then making what he thought were giggles, as she turned away to lie down. What Justin didnt know was that the pet had belonged to a classmate of his daughters, the very spoiled Viktoria Winzlow. Vikki's father indulged his only childs every whim,which included an ever growing menagerie of exotic pets. The pets were often 'bought' with underhanded means. Her father exerted his financial fist,greasing palms so often, no wonder he was so slick. Vikki usually tired of most of her pets, except for her beloved pit viper named 'Gulper'. Sometimes she gave the pets away,or sometimes,she simply let them die of disease, or starvation. Only Vikki,her father, and Onkoe Duncan (the unfortunate guy that had to dispose of the dead pets,among other things.) knew of the goings on in Vikki's indoor,1acre large pet zoo. The zoo was only for Vikki to host her parties in,not open to the public,outside of the familys choosing. At these events,there would be a few photographers,there to take photos of Viktor Winzlows 'perfect' family life,that was anything but perfect,or loving. The best,and brightest animals were shown,Vikki feeding them,Vikki petting them,or some otherwise artificial act of warmth. An attempt to show Viktors pride and joy as the exaple of happy husbandry, that she was anything but. 'Kleopatra' was a horrible choice for a pet,certainly not appropriate for Vikki's 13th birthday present. At first, she tried to play with it like any other pet. She tossed a ball to it, Kleo tore apart the ball with her sharp teeth. Vikki tried to play 'pat-a-cake' and Kleo tried to claw her arm. The last straw for the tainted teen was when she tried to put make-up on her Tazzy terror. Onkoe did not want to restrain the animal,but he didnt have much choice,unless he didnt want Vikki's debased dad to make good on his blackmail threat. Onkoe Duncan was an average heterosexual guy,married,with three growing kids to feed. One night,after he thought the office was empty, Onkoe gave in to temptation and snuck into the office of Mr Winzlows assistant. Onkoe had worked at Winzlow's HQ for about six months, as one of the marketing staff. Tonight,he needed to indulge his fetish, Sploshing. Www.sploshity-splosh-splosh.net , was his favourite,he planned to print a few pictures,then wank off to them in his car. He couldnt get the printer to work,and after several attempts he cleared his electronic footprints,shut the comp down,and quietly left. The following morning, as Blanche VonDingo, the overly coiffed assistant to Mr winzlow booted up her comp, she was greeted with a '3 print jobs waiting' message on her screen. Odd, she thought,i didnt print anything yesterday,it was manicure monday,i left around 2pm. She was stunned at what came out of her printer. They were images of famous people,obviously photo- shopped,or so it looked. Margaret Thatcher was shown to be pouring 'HP sauce' onto her hair,and rubbing it all in as if it were hair conditioner. Steve Carrell was distributing spray whipped topping onto his furry chest,then massaging it through his bushy man pelt of a chest(lucky hands,lol). The photo of Roseanne pouring tapioca pudding into her g-string caused Blanche to drop the papers, amidst shocked laughter. Unfortunately for Onkoe the security cameras showed him leaving Ms VanDingos office a moment after her comp was (incorrectly) shut down. Viktor used this evidence to blackmail Onkoe Duncan into doing 'favours' for him. Kleopatra showed her dislike for her makeover by biting Vikkis finger, as she tried to line its lips with rouge. Her screams drew Onkoe from the other side of the indoor zoo. She demended he kill it,immediately, then an idea came to him. The poor animal was in such a neglected state that it was sure to die soon anyways. Perhaps it might have a chance to live out its days in peace yet... He thought of discretely dropping the animal off where it would be tended to properly,but where? He found an old tranquilizer in the storage room, "Dr Krinko's Happy Nap for pets",'sure to quickly put your pet into sleepytime '. He approached Kleo, and felt sorry for the animal,now malevolent with mange. He tossed a snacky-cake in front of her on the floor,she dove for it. As she devoured it, he took opportunity to inject the solution in her cheek. It worked, now he had to quickly find a place to take the docile devil to. Of course, he would drop him off at the LeBonte' place,then he might stand a chance.....or so he hoped..........

Beastella....Inst1
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

*** Estella Beatrice LeBonte' is a young girl,perhaps 13. She is dressed simply, in clothes that are at least 5 years out of date, mostly beige and neutral colours. We meet her on the 1year anniversary of her fathers death. He was a zoologist,and animal doctor,that usually took his 'pay' in whatever form the family of the sick animal could manage to pay him in. Estella grew up with her Mom and Dad on a small farm that they converted into an animal sanctuary,she was their special 'Stella Bea". The little money they made went mostly for feed,and supplies for the ailing animals. They were kept fed thanks to the food items they were given in barter. Estellas parents raised many animals they came across that had some level of malformity,she befriended the animals,they were her childhood friends. As we meet her,in a classroom,the students are taking their seats. They are given a test to take. Estellas Mother is very dilligent with helping her daughter study,so she has no fear of the written test. Adjacent to her are three girls that comprise a sniveling trio of snideness. The 'leader' of the three,Viktoria Winzlow, is immediately across the aisle from her. Estella notices Viktoria peering at her answers, knowing Estellas aptitude for this subject,she couldnt resist cheating off of her. 'Vikki' is the daughter of the greedy,megaRich Industrialist 'Viktor Winslow'.
He owns a very successful oil company, swindled years before from his dying father. Viktors greed has led to severely bloated prices on gasoline,to 'earn' him billions in dividends and bonuses. He takes great delight in his status,feeling removed from any guilt or consequence for his financial raping of persons forced to purchase his gas,with no real alternative,they begrudgingly pay the ever growing piper of transportation. Viktoria is definitely Daddys dysfunctional 'pride and joy',inheriting his callous worldview,as well as,someday, his billions. Estella puts her hand over the answers she has written,much to Vikki's disdain. (Vikki proudly wears fur,and endangered animals, as apparal,the more at risk for extinction,the more it fills her jaded heart with glee. She enjoys prominantly displaying the labels and logos on her 'variations on pink' wardrobe,enjoying the look in less fortunate girls eyes as they watch her saunter past.) Vikki mutters something to her two lackeys regarding the "Poor,boring little Bitch. She should be flattered." In response to Estellas covering her answers. "What did you call me?", "Dont cheat off of me,just because u never bothered to study", says Estella. Vikki's leg darts across the aisle attempting to kick Estella with her new Manolo Blahnik heels. Her foot was stealthfully caught by her intended target,then twisted till a pop was heard,amid bursts of laughter by the other students. Their teacher intervenes at this point,ushering them to the schools office. While enroute, Vikki hisses a threat into Estella's ear,warning her of "consequences" if she rats her out. .......this is part one, ive written more, 9 or so installments thus far. Hope u peops enjoy,my written story.