Friday, October 21, 2011

Dead Tiered - Clowning Around [part 2]

[Continued from here]


I pace all around the house trying to decide if telling my Ex, Roc, that I was going to the Debutante was a good idea. I want it to be a surprise so I shouldn't, but at the same time I want to bring his blood to a boil my spicing it up with a little prior ball flirtacious chat. Ugh! I knew I should of deleted him from my friends list. I wouldn't be so tempted then. I prep my Keurig coffee maker with a green tea insert, rummaging through the cabinets for my mug while looking back at my laptop screen, yes. No. Yes. No. The mug fumbles from my grasp, smashing into the floor, ceramic peices flying everywhere. "Shit!"

Ok, I'm really giving this way too much thought, I slam the notebook closed as I walk past to fetch the broom. Just, No. I think. Let it be a surprise, wait.... What's that?!
I stop in front of the glass doors, turning on the patio light.
"Hurm... that's werid" I say outloud to myself, I thought I saw a balloon floating out there.
I shrug, turning the lights back off, and heading over to clean my mess.
The neighbors were having a party earlier in the day, which was upsetting to know I wasn't invited. I poked my head over the fence to say hello, since I was out there gardening and everyone just grew quite and stared at me like I was some kind of monster. Guess I am the neighborhood spook, given that I am living in a normie community. I really didn't plan on it, or want to but I got a killer deal on this house. Apparently the family that lived here before was butchered by the Mexican Mob. No one's dared to move in since and I couldnt' pass up this deadly low mortgage. Before I could even unpack anything I did have a couple of cliche mobster goons look me up. However they caught me on a bad day, at a bad time and I was looking like one Scary Ghoul. I had caught a bad bug and after I opened the door I sneezed sending razor sharp thorns into their face. I tried to apologize but they scampered off real quick. Hope that doesn't mean they'll have to come back later, I'm not worried though. I mean I wasn't even trying to freak them out, imagine if I was. I let out a small giggle, pouring some milk into my hot tea. Mmmmm. I started feeling really cozy, was about to grab the notebook and head to the living room to find a blanket to cuddle with when that evil weight scale caught my eye. Nope. Not today. I think shaking my head, I.. just... wont.... I set my mug down and stare at the scale for a moment then decide to pull it out in one quick swift move. Well I did start going to the gym five days a week instead of three.
I let out an aghast squeek as the scale states I've gained 7lbs! I bend down to get a better look, this can't be right. I rhythmically tap on the scale glass, and to my surprise I hear the rhythmic tap played back at me.

Ms. Thornton - Dead Tiered by ~Catzilerella on deviantART

I look out to the glass doors to see a few balloons against the pane.
What the hell!? I think. I quickly walk over to the door to turn on the patio light, revealing a jungle of balloons, some still falling from the sky. My heart starts to race, I don't really know what to think of this. Someone wants to trow me a party? I open the door and step outside, balloons popping as I make my way through the patio.
"Hello?" I call out uncertain. I don't see anyone, I step back further to take a look at the roof. No one up there. "Hellooooo?" I call again louder, still looking around. I start to head back in, exploding balloons at my feet. Ugh, I hate balloons. If someone is trying to charm me this is not the way to do it. Before I slide the door closed, I poke my head out one last time. Still no sign of anyone, I sigh and slam the door closed. If those neighbor kids are trying to pull some kind of prank on me- AAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! I scream, after finding myself face to face with a clown.
Wait a min, I know this man... My shocked expression quickly turning into a frown.
"How much does a polar bear weigh?!"
He laughs, and I continue to frown.
"... enough to break the ice" He laughs again.
"Mr. Wize" I start.
"Ms. Thornton! Tara. Tara-Lara-Ding-Dong! CAn I call you Tara Lara??!" He asks laughter in his tone,
"No, I say as I cross my arms"
"That's too bad Tara-Lara! I think it really suits you" He places a finger to my chin. I stare him down, slowly moving back.
"What are you doing in my home, Mr. Wize"
"Oh don't be so formal, Tarzipoo!" he reaches his arms out to touch my shoulders stabbing himself on my thorns, a trickle of blood starts to roll down his hand. Really? I think. Flashing him the 'your an idiot look'.
HE dramatically shakes his hands and mouths the word 'ouch' but says, "You can call me Patrick, or pat or-"
I start to push him out the back door, "how about I don't call you and maybe I'll see you tomorrow at work."
Ouuu, those ripling pectorals, bare against my hand. Mmm, ok, now I'm distracted. Damn it.
Of course he notices this and pulls me in, my thorns digging into him at all angles.
He makes a pained face and says, "oh your so coy"
He presses into me even harder, "I love it" He laughs!
I place a hand on his chest, pushing away but not really trying, what's going on here, am I annoyed or am I enjoying this. Ugh, he really isn't all that bad to look at, especially this body, my mind starts to run all sorts of thoughts, mainly about the fact that it's been over a year since I"ve been this close to any man.
"Kiss me, my dear" He pouts his lips and tries to move closer, though my hesitation is making it difficult for him. Not as difficult as I could make it.
"I feel so drawn to you...." he says and I start to feel bubbly and let a slight giggle escape my lips, "It must be your incredible mass that creates such a gravitational pull"
And just like that, the fantasy vision that was starting to form in my mind was gone.
Oh no! He didn't! He didn't just make a crack about my weight.
I am really trying to push away now, but his grasp on me is still strong.
"You can fall from the sky" he continues kissing up my arm, blood trickling down his face from the stab wounds, "You can fall from a tree" he breaths down my chest, " but the best way to fall is in love with me" He plants his bloody lips on mine. I clench my teeth, and tighten my lips, growing my thorns further into his body. He trows his head back and laughs,
"Stop it!" I squirm, hoping that the pain of my thorns can overwhelm him.
However did I let myself get to this point, and why is it not easy to get out of.


To be continued!
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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Dead Tiered - Clowning Around [part 1]

This is a short story I wrote inspired by my Monster High Original Faculty characters.
Tara Thornton
Patrick Wize

HOpe you Enjoy~

"What are you looking at Clown?" Says the man who has no restraint when it comes to his stomach most likely due to the fact that he was weened improperly as an infant. He's trying hard not to be afraid, but I can feel his distressing sensation as I present myself as a threat. I flash him a razor sharp Grin as I prance closer to him "Do you believe in God?" I run my clawed fingers across his back as I dance around him.
"What the f**K is this!?" He takes a blind swing at me and as a Killer instinct reaction I shove him backwards violently. My overpowering strength has taken him by surprise, his heart racing, trying again to humble his fear. I wipe the evil look from my face giving him the most friendly smile I can force, adding a positive tone to my voice.
"Just answer the question." I laugh.
He tries to push past, swinging at me once again. I shove him back hard, this time knocking him down to the ground. I place a heavy foot on his throat, this could of been more fun... for me, I think.
"You want to know what I think?"
He spits and starts to say, "F**k y--" but I cut him off by covering his mouth and forcing his head into a nod.
"God made mountains, god made trees, god made you but we all make mistakes...."
I notice a couple run by in the distance, Oh phooy, I better make this quick. I wasn't planning on a gluttonous pig for dinner but he kinda just fell into my path.
I laugh, standing over him, squating down to his level, "ahahhaha! What the hell am I talking about?!"
I release his mouth so he could enlighten me.
"You think your funny clown?" I pause as if I have to think about this, "why yes, Yes I do." I state mater-of-factly. I let him kick me off, and as he stands I ask "What is the worse part of an Axe-murder?"
"Your sick!" he shouts as he tries to hurry and scurry off. Of course in his sluggish movements I take him by surprise as I pop out in front of him, "Getting the blood out of the clown suit!" I start to laugh hysterically and his fear grows. "Kiss me, Fat boy!"
If there were such a thing as a next time he wouldn't try to dip on his tab at the restaurant, taking the back door can lead you to a darken alleyway where a clown is waiting to make you dinner. "Does this taste funny to you?" I say to myself as I finish my meal, laughing. Always laughing.


Well dinner came sooner than expected, the night is so young. I twirl the strings of balloons between my fingers as I skip along down the street, the cool breeze feeling good on my bare chest. That Fatso Joe ruined my shirt with his big bloody belly. I take a turn down a pitch black road - funny all the street lights were out. I'm sure I can find some fun down here. It wasn't long before I came across a lady walking her dog. Oh joy! I shout over to her in my most appealing voice, "Excuse me! Mam'" She stops spotting me, her hormones sparking as she notices my bare pectorals. I couldn't walk around with all that blood on my shirt, I am still hoping to find a savory child for a snack but a young woman will do just fine. I tidy my bowtie and hop across the street. Her excitement turning to disgust as my figure becomes more clear. What?! clowns aren't sexy?
"Excuse me mam', but I am administering a very important survey and your participation is going to be greatly appreciated!"
She flashes me a look of disbelief, "Your joking right"
I clap my hands and laugh, "YES!, but in all seroiusness now... " I pause, just because I can, sporting the most serious and un-humored expression. She stands there confused, but waiting for me to continue.
"Is your Refrigerator running?!" I quickly Gasp as her face crumbles into the look of annoyance, "It is!?!?! Well you better go catch it! Ahahahahhaha"
She scoffs as she pushes past her dog suddenly barking at me. I bark back, she turns giving me an angry but steamy sideway glance. Now she's a spicy one! I think about chasing her, but decide I'm not really all that hungry. I continue to laugh as I head down the street, spotting a light in the distance. The one Lone light on the whole block.

The house looked like it could be a botanical garden, why if I didn't know any better I'd say this is where Tara Thornton lived - The biteology teacher at that Wreched Monster High. She's one of the hawter faculty ghouls there. I see her figure walk by the front window, YES! It is her! I creep closer to the window, but she walks down the hallway and into another room. RAts! Well Don't mind me! I'll just creep around the back. I laugh out loud to myself, then cover my mouth quickly as I don't want her to know I'm out here... or DO I? I laugh again.
I flop down in the back yard with a good view into her kitchen through the slider doors. Well if she didn't want me watching she'd have the blinds closed... wouldn't she. Ahahahah!

DeadTiered - Mr. Wize by ~Catzilerella on deviantART

[To be continued.....]

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Patrick Wize - FearArts TEacher

After giving Mrs. Thornton a personality, I decided my FearARts teacher, Mr. Wize needed a face as well. So here he is.

Name: Patrick Wize
Age: Unknown
Species: Unknown - A figment of your imagination.
Specialty: Instilling fear in humanity - Although he needed a day job so he took a position at Monster High as a Art instructer. AFter all someone needs to teach these Monster Teens the Art of Fear.

Classes: FearArt, History of FearARt, and runs an after school program: Worse Dreams come True Fine FearARts Club

Previous Work: Was working in politics, trying to get to the white house and become a step closer to ruling the world with Fear. After he was defeated in a presidential election by a single vote, he settled on handing out balloons at Neverland Ranch until he stumbled upon monster high.

Killer Style:
Any twisted combination of fashion is right up his alley. Anything clolorful, add a hint of blood and a Ting of sexy; that says MR. Wize. Scary is funny - and who says you can't look good while doing it.

FAvorite Food: Children who fear

Biggest Pet Peeve: When people stop believing.

Hobbies: Besides scaring children he does like to draw - children who are scared.

Top Students:

- He favors other killer clowns. The are they only ones who get his jokes.

Here he is at the Beach~

Mr. Wize -Gloom Beach by ~Catzilerella on deviantART

Monday, October 17, 2011

Mr. Thornton -Biteology Theacher

Mrs. Thornton by ~Catzilerella on deviantART

AFter a few RP's where I mention Ms. Thronton as the biteology teacher, I started to think about giving her more personality and a face, so here she is.

Ms. Thornton is daughter of the Thorn monster.
[who stars in a 1987 comic called Ewoks ]

She is one of youngest, if not the youngest, professor at MonsterHigh, being only 28yrs old.

Her killer style is Rockabilly, leaning a bit more towards the burlesque and pin up fashion side. She is both intelligent, beautiful and loves to rock out, driving all the boys in school Gaga for Thorn. She's also modest and loves to give compliments so even the girls like to be on her A-list.
Tara Thornton, is also a student herself, attending Ewoks Shadowstone University for her PhD. In Biteology.
Her door is always open to any students who need help with anything or just need someone to talk to.

Mrs. Thornton graduated from Monsterhigh and continued her education at Mount Thunderstone College, Graduating with a B.S. in Parasitology and B.S in Toxicology.
She further continued her education at Ewoks Shadowstone University where she graduated with a M.S in Multidiciplinary Biteology and continues to attend the university with the hopes of Graduating in the next couple of years with her PhD. in Biteology.

Previous Work:
Before landing her job at Monster High, Tara Thornton worked as a Florist in Little Flowers of Horror.
She worked there for a year and a half, excelling to Manager position after only 2 months.
After falling head over heels for Xavier, her Corporate Horror Boss, she decided to quit her job to avoid any Drama. To her demise, Xavier dumped her shortly after, learning that dating her so she would quit was the plan all along.

After a few weeks of feeling defeated and heartbroken, she finally managed to get a job at the Botanical Gardens of mishap where she worked until she graduated and landed her job among the freakafull Monster High Faculty. She couldn't be happier... well she could.... if Monster Right suddenly walked into her life.


Quote: "Biteology is a cemetery of dead ideas" -- Mrs. Thornton

Hobbies: Tara loves to Garden and create beautiful arrangements out of fresh cut flowers.

More info on her soon~
Thanks for reading!


Gloom Beach FAculty Feartreat~

This is a short story written by me [Catz] involving Tara and Umbra who are teachers at MonsterHigh.
Umbra is a character created by DA member PrincessAbiliss
Tara Thornton is a character I made up.


"Hey, Umbra" I make my way over to the stunning Dance instructor who makes smoking look so elegant with her fashion accessory cigarette holder, and the way she puffs and majestically blows out rings of smoke. She nods acknowledging me, as I struggle with my platforms through the sand, hoping my attempt to gracefully walk across the beach is anything less than classy. "I was wondering if I could ask you a favor" I continue not really sure what to do with my hands as I stand next to her, suddenly wishing I had my own Bakelite cigarette holder.
"Sure hun, what is it?" She asks, completely oblivious of the guys who walk by, their mouths dropping to the floor. I smile and bring it to her attention, "Wow Umbra, Can't go anywhere without guys groveling at your feet" I tease.
She laughs a bit, staring off into the distance "I seem to have that effect, I'm sure you can relate"
I blush, extreamly flattered by her compliment, "Hardley"
She turns her steamy gaze twards me and smiles, "Well aren't you modest." She gives me a wink, "So about that favor..."

"Oh yes," I say, snapping back into reality, "I was invited to a friends Debutante funeral and unfortunatly my Ex is going to be there with his wife, and ... I'd like to dig the claws of jealousy into his rotten little heart by being the single ghoul who astounds the crowd with her killer dance moves" She nods listening, "HOwever, I may be one hell of a science teacher but I look like a run away noodle on the dance floor. "
She bursts out laughing, "oh come on, I'm sure your not that bad, why don't you show me a move"

I chuckle a bit, " Ok... but I warned you"
I try to get a beat in my head, and start to chimney a bit to the left and chimney a bit to the right. Then I do what surly must be an awkward dip down and half spin to the right, followed by some kickjumping and arms flailing.

She tries not to laugh but I know it can't be helped. "wow, you proved me wrong" She giggles some more. "wow... Ok.. here! Lets try something, just follow my lead" She puts her hands on her hips, and I do the same, "ready, watch this" She starts slow, confidently placing a foot in front of the other swaying her arms and hips in rhythm, I try to follow, "now pick it up" she marches forward, knees high, popping her chest as she raises a knee, arms in cadence with her movements. "This is a little burlesque number" She states, looking so sharp and in control. I still look like a run away noodle I'm sure. I try to keep up. She does a twirl and a quick sexy chimney of her upper body, placing a hand up by her head, the other swinging in tempo and landing on her hip as she raises her foot to the edge of the walkway railing and strikes a pose. I stumble in after trying to mimic her moves. "like this" I say.

She raises her eyebrow at me and flashes a half grin, 'When is this debutante?"
"Next weekend" I relpy as she places a hand to her chin, "Oh my, we have a lot of work to do, Come on!" She grabs my hand, "lets go practice in front of a mirror"

Gloom Beach FAculty by ~Catzilerella on deviantART

Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Love at blue sight!~

Hello everyone,
thanks for doping in and reading.
This is a short Fiction I wrote inspired by one of Catzi's new friends Drake Mann.
Drake Mann was created by DA Member Brett1486

You can read more about Catzilerella here, here and here.
Note: Catzilerella will be about 200ft tall when she is full grown - she is about 167ft now, but wears an enchanted earring that allows her to disguise her height to better blend into society. HOw else would she fit into the Monster High school building? ^_~
This earring will only disguise her height to a minimum of eight feet. It also hides her reptilian tail, and most of her 'monster' features. With the exception of the color of her skin, it's still blue, and her weight - about 30k Tons!
If she loses her earring, she will return to her normal state of being.

Note: character CEleste and Camillie who makes an appearance inspired by the creation of Celeste and Camillie Leon by DA member- DJMirnum


For once I think I'm glad it's Monday, after last week dreadful events of doom I don't think anything else can go wrong. I've already lost my earring and destroyed half of the main building, I've sent a couple of smaller ghouls to the X-ray rooms after having fallen over on them and my death ray vision went berserk, destroying the entire girls locker room after Frankie played that annoying Lady Gaga Music. To continue on my unlucky streak, over the weekend I almost squashed a human bent over tying his shoe, I totally didn't see him there, tripping on him, landing over another human that I was certain I killed. Luckily he only ended up in the hospital with ONLY a few broken ribs. Otosan [Dad] was ready to ship me home to Japan. One more monstrous incident and it's back to home school for me he said. I don't really think he means it, but I'm going to be extra careful from now on.

I walk up the steps to the main building which is still in the process of returning to normality after my unintentional remodel. Caution tape was wrapped around every pillar, I start to feel as if all eyes are on me as I walk further into the rubble. Headmistress Bloodgood exits her office, slamming the door behind her causing it to fall off. I cringe at the sound and sight as she turns her head to lay her disappointed glare upon me. I hang my head and keep walking, slowly... carefully.

"You'll never see the stars if your always looking down" I see a pair of colorful platforms and I know it must be Celeste. "Hey Ghoulfriend, why the long face?" She asks looking up and around, gasping and quickly putting her hand to her mouth. "Oh Right" she whispers, leaning her head back examining the new sky view I added just last Friday. "Don't worry about it, " she takes my arm and pulls me along down the hall, "I'm sure stuff like this happens all the time."
"Yeah I'm sure... " I mutter back.
"Who knows why they still haven't fixed it." She stops in front of a locker, "Where's yours?" She asks entering her combination.
"oh... at the end of the hall on the right" I nod in that direction, suddenly distracted, "But don't.... need anything"

She gets along so well for only having one arm, although she started struggling with one book at the bottom of the stack. She starts mumbling, cursing the dreaded subject. I should of offered her help but my mind was only focused on one thing: The hanFangsome blue skinned, well built boy who walked by sporting a tight muscle tee that showed off his rippling pectorals, leaving me with that 'dear in the headlights' dumbfounded look.
"A lil help would be nice" Celeste jokes as her Twin sister, Camille approaches.
"As if she would of taken it if you offered anyway" She waves her hand in front of my face as I try to play off the fact that I was staring.
"I saw that" Camille announces as a wry smile escapes her lips. I start to blush, trying not to call anymore attention to the situation, but I'm still watching him walk down the hall, skipping a heartbeat as I realize that his locker is right next to mine.

"Hey isn't that your locker" Celeste playfully bumps me with her body, "Maybe you did need something from there after all" She continues pushing me forward. The girls giggle to themselves heading in the opposite direction.
"Gota go"
"Tell us all about it later" Celeste waves, and with a skip and a twirl they are off to their first Monster class.

I hesitantly head to my locker, taking the smallest steps I can, trying not to picture how horridly wrong this scene can go. I let out a sigh, deciding to walk past and just head to class. Frankiestein and DRaculaura race past me talking about how they need to print their Mad Science lab report. I smile feeling awfully prepared, I finished mine last week, same day it was assigned. I'm sure it's going to be an A at least, I'm kinda good with these things. I start to fumble through my Mad lab folder as I climb the stairs, feeling proud of my work, but wait... Where is it? I shuffle through the pages again then realize that I had my Biteology folder in hand. Ugh, I must of forgot to switch my folders back after the catastrophic event of loosing my earring, thanks to Frankiestein and her easily misplaced limbs.

I almost had a freak-a-tack as the first Screetch bell rings, only one more minuet until the Tardy bell! I have to get back to my locker! I do a quick twirl before reaching the top of the stairs but to my unfortunate surprise my stiletto heel gives and the next thing I know I'm falling backwards down the stairs! I close my eyes and brace myself for the mini quake I was about to cause, only it never came. I open my eyes to find myself in the arms of the blue skinned hottie. My heart starts racing, I try not to pass out, and search for words to express my gratitude, "my... your really strong" I chuckle. He starts to break out a sweat, he mumbles something, but his lips were stitched and I couldn't make it out. He taps a metal railing which was actually holding me up, engraved on the side was "nearly indestructible Metal alloy rails." He was only holding my balance so I wouldn't fall further, and he was struggling in doing that. I turn beat red jumping up to my feet, chuckling as it couldn't be helped,
"ehhe.. ehehe.. um, Right! They must of put those in recently..... Well, Thanks! baiii" I race off as fast as I can, my broken heel click-clackiting loudly. I pass my locker as my mind was drawing blanks. Headmistress Bloodgood still standing outside her office flashes me a glance that sends shivers of memory down my spine. Oh Right, My locker. The tardy bell rings as I try to enter my combination, great! Headmistress Bloodgood walks up to me and speaks sternly, "De-Dungeon, 3'oclock Sharp"
I gently bang my head into the locker, "Yes Headmistress".


Hope you enjoyed it!

Here's an art I did of CAtzi and DRake - on paper colored with Watercolor pencils! I really think it's my best!

Stiched love by ~Catzilerella on deviantART

Thanks for stoping in!
-Catz [the real Catzi. =p ]

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Monster Dog~

I'm dog sitting this weekend, a lil TeaCup Chiwawa named Ruby. She's about Five, I think, such a good dog, a bit annoying sometimes [that's sorta bias since I"m not a fan of chiwawas] , but generally well behaved. She's great with the kiddos! My daughter loves having her around. So of course we didn't mind taking care of her while her keepers are out of town.

Our home tends to be a bit on the cold side, as we don't have windows that ever face the sun, and we live right near a creek. The second Ruby walked in she started shivering like it was freezing in here, I cuddled her up in a blanket on the sofa and she calmed down, but every time she got up, after a few min she was shivering again, so I turned to google. There had to be a super quick n easy Free pattern up somewhere and sure enough there was!

Comes with some simple instructions as well.
Although I didn't follow them at all, they might be helpful to you if you need them.

I sized the pattern to the measurements of Ruby, then Cut and sewed. Done in like 20 min. So simple!
But of course I had to get FReaky Fab by adding a Monster High Skullet!
Made out of Stiff felt and hand embroidered onto the sweater - this took me 2 1/2 hours - did it while watching Transformers - Dark of the moon.

IF you don't feel up to making your own MH skullet patch, you can always try to find a cool skull patch on Etsy. [OR other places] If you have an embroidery machine you can even buy the design and machine embroider it yourself! There are a few MH applique listings on Etsy.

Monster high faboo for dogs!

I was thinking of lining the sweater, but then I got lazy, so I used a blanket stitch to finish off the arm hole hems and the bottom hem.
I think it's super cute, and Ruby likes it. I'm sure her owner will like as well, it being halloween time and all! Yay!
If not, well... it was a free sweater.


Thanks for reading,


Monster High crafting~

When Halloweens just around the corner, monster high craft ideas start rolling.
I've been thinking of which characters we want to be this year. Last year we were the Steins, I was thinking this year we do the Gordons, but then... maybe Bominables, since Abbey is my new Fav girl and my Squishie monster just loves wearing those fur boots!

I've had several requests for more Monster High inspired clothing, costumes, hats and doll outfits, that I'll working to bring some more items to my Etsy shop soon!

So keep a look out!

Abbey Bominable Tutu

Frankie's Tutu

Toddler MH hat

MH Funky fur~

Frankie funky hat

Frankie RAgdoll wig -Toddler

Draculaura's top hat


Spectra Costume

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Dragons and Daggers [MH RP]

This is a one on one RP with DA member xSparkleShinex
Catzilerella: belongs to me - written by me
Christopher Glen Eisenburg: Belongs to xSparkleShinex - Written by xSparkleShineX

Hope it's a fun read! Enjoy!


I sighed slinking in the booth of this overly 'Kawaii' cafe in Salem. Who'd have thought it was so damn cheery
Not dark and morbid like Hollywood lead us to believe. I didn't mind it too much, reminded me of when I went
to Japan with my adoptive brother and father two summers ago when my dad was on tour there. His metal band Tagiester
was world famous. Now he's trying to cut back since we moved. He's trying to keep an income and career but still be a
father. Feeling like he got caught up in the fast world of Rock and Roll he left Goddard (my brother) and I alone
to ourselves.
We moved here after my suicide attempted thanks to Andy Evans, his constant bullying drove me to slitting my wrists one
night my dad was doing a concert in town. I had everything planned out, I thought I did, didn't expect my brother to get in my way.
He covered my arm as I was loosing consciousness and the last thing I remember was him sniveling and sobbing saying 'daddy come home'.
My brother is six.
It took the EMTS over seven minutes to get my heart beating before I was wheeled off to the hospital. My father walked out
on a concert, for me. When I came too He was there, heavy goth makeup smudged from crying his hair still done and he still sat
in his fishnet top and industrial boots with leather chain ripped pants. He blew it off for me. and that thought makes me sick with
guilt. I sighed sipping black coffee with extra Splenda and low fat creamer. Staring into the cup hoping that something would
pop out and tell me to wake up from this long running dream.
I haven't even started school yet, I do that tomorrow, but. I'm also avoiding home, that family closeness weirds me out and chokes me.
I'm not ready for that yet. Flipping through a book I've read ten times before I look up at the Hello Kitty clock, it reads 4:15 pm.
All the kids (are monster creatures kids?) Should be getting out of class now and this place will get packed I'm sure. I shouldn't have
picked a booth at the front of the store.
shuffling to my feet I stand up and start moving from the purple and blue table and reach with my left wrist to grab the cup of coffee.
A sharp pain shoots through my arm as I drop the cup of coffee on the floor and the cup shatters. My wrist is still healing from being slit open.
I wince and tenderly curl my fingers to a closed palm, peaking at the gauze underneath a long sleeved shirt. Seeing a bubble of red peak out from
under neath.
Did I pop a stitch?
Would it matter?
I shake that thought out and start bending down to pick up the shattered cup, dropping my book in the process.


I can just tell today is going to be crazy, it's written in the stars, or rather that my crazy antics only have me concentrating on what can go wrong. Obviously my mind is to far off in horror land that once again I find myself lost in reality, tripping over my own legs. I managed to catch my balance and eagerly check to make sure my earing is still in place. Don't want to have another normie panic incident, although being that I am still over 8FT tall and maybe not the friendliest of expressions, normies tend to panic anyways. Looking back I notice that I've stepped over, possibly on, some poor human who was knelt down picking up some items.

'of course, there'd be some human too far down for me to notice' I think, then realize that I'm sporting a very upset look. I quickly shake my expression and squat down a bit closer to his level.
'Are you ok?' I ask, as sweetly as I can.
Suddenly I notice blood coming down his hand and I just about pass out. OMG! Did I do that? Father is going to Kill me, bring me back from the dead.... and kill me again.
Don't get my wrong, my father hates 'normies', but he strictly believes there is a proper time and place to terrorize the poor souls, and of course this wouldn't be it.
My heart starts racing, what do I do? I kneel down next to him.
"Your bleeding!" Speaking in a more accelerated tone, "what do you need? To make it stop? Are you going to be ok? Should I take you to a ... a... " Trying to think of the word... What's that place called. Ugh. I can't think. All I hear is fathers voice yelling at me.


I chomp down on my lip and jump about a foot in the air when the gigantic blue skinned girl starts freaking out over me. I clamp my hand over the gauze, must have pulled more than one stitch. "Jesus!" I yelp in a startled tone and breath heavily slowly standing up and backed into the table holding up a hand. "It's fine!" I try to say over her but my voice is drowned out from her frantic tone. "It's fine!" I hold up both hands in a 'halt' fashion and repeat "It's fine...Really, um, thank you, really it's fine. I assure you." I move bangs from my eyes and look at a furry yellow skinned curvy woman walking over to use from behind the counter.

- "My goodness, did you cut yourself on picking up the glass?" She chuckled, "bless my soul, sweet- heart you didn't have to pick it up." The Server smiled and handed me a rag out of her apron and moved to look at it. I instinctively jerked my hand back but took the rag. I smile my best Sunday smile at the Server and chuckled " I did...on the cup" I lied. "But, it's fine. please don't worry, I'm happy to pick it up. I broke it after all." I winced cleaning off the blood on my palm and held it there.

The Server patted me on the head, "You're the sweetest Normie I've met in ages, so polite and well mannered, not nervous like a day old kitten." She now looks up at the panicing blue girl. "My dear Catz, please calm down." The woman laughs in a mothering tone. "He's fine, and you're fine. My goodness one of the most caring monsters I a genuine way, not in a suck up way like Frankie Stein." She cringed saying the Stien person's name and sighed.

"Why don't you two kids go find a booth, I'll bring you some drinks, on me." She smiled and pointed towards an empty booth seats with no table against the wall. "Go on sit you two."
I blinked and motioned to give the rag back but withdrew the action. I looked up at the blue girl as the Server left. "The worlds not going to end you know," I started, "Thank you for your concern...but.. i'm not dead. I;m fine..." I smile weakiy as I start to walk to the booth we were instructed to go to. "But, thank you."


I start to calm down after the human assures that it's fine, although taking a better look and realizing that their had been gauze there in the first place, I become really relieved to know that it really wasn't me. I really doubt he cut himself with the glass though. I start to follow behind the awkward human to the place where we were suggested to sit.

'yeah, the world is not going to end for you' I think semi rolling my eyes.
The last time I steped on someone or I should say, fell over on I nearly crushed every bone in their body. There isn't a normie alive who can withstand my weight in an incident like that. Needless to say, I was grounded for a year, and home schooled for 3. Talk about unfair. This is the first year I get to go to a school so close to normality not that THATS so exciting, but I've already started the year on a bad roll.
I thought going to a school with other monsters and ghouls like me would just be the greatest thing, but I didn't realize I had to conceal some of myself. Or that we'd be surrounded by normal people. What a bore.
Of course I've had several lectures from GOD [OCC: She calls her father GOD for short sometimes] about how we have to be so cautious with the way we present ourselves around humans, since the movement to come back into the public hasn't been taken too well in some cases. I think its mostly the vampires fault, they all need to follow in Draculaura's vegan steps. I mean who's going to warm up to someone who thinks they are lunch?
Lucky for me most people don't realize I eat humanburgers. I start to chuckle to myself then realize I'm still in the company of the normie, whos probably wondering why I'm suddenly amused.

"Well, I'm glad .. your ok." I say looking at him sheepishly.
" " I'm not really sure of what I can say to this person, a conversation comes harder than I thought it could be. But then thinking about it I've never had true "normie company. WE have plenty of people who work for us, mostly in fear, but we never have to worry about small talk.
I don't really know how to relate to this human in front of me.
"um... so.. yeah. Not many normies come to this side of town, You looking for some kind of death wish?"
I fight the urge to facepalm my face as I realize that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say. Especially since he's already been injured so he's probably had a close call with death already.
I quickly try to correct it by trying to start anew. I cuckle, squint my eyes, shrug my shoulders and tilt my head a bit in a 'lets forget I said that' manner.
"well My name is Catzilerella, but you can call me CAtz, and this place has the best fireball dishes! WEll as best as they can get here in the northern continent. Have you ever tried it?"
Lucky for me the server comes back to the table, yes! More distractions from my previous comments, that's what I need.


I glared through bangs "I already had a death wish thank you very much, cearly that didn't work out... Trust me this world doesn't scare me."
I murmured grimly yet loud enough for Catz to hear. The woman walks over and hands me a new black coffee and a couple packets of Splenda and smiles as she also wheels over a what looks to me novelty sized clown mug that could serve three elephants. "I know what you're like is Catzilerella, our fireball dish. so I got you one." She mused pushing the cart over to the blue skinned girl. "No charge." The server mused and turned heal back behind the counter.
I pull open a few packets and put them in my black coffee.
"I honestly don't know why we moved up here." I start talking ask as if Catz asked a question, "I suppose it's the only place my father though he could move us too where we wouldn't be hounded by press and the super crazy fan base and we could be left alone to an extent." I stir the coffee, "It's mostly monsters and his band is world famous among 'Normies' That word left a funny taste in my mouth.
"Can you not say normie? I mean, hell, you might as well be calling me a faggot. It's offensive and I don't like it. Human works fine. " I sounded needy or whine-y but I didn't care, I had to keep talking Tarrence was creeping over my shoulder, I could feel his hands slowly wrapping his dirt and grim coated fingers around my wind pipe as I tried to swallow my drink.
"Is there really a small amount of humans here? I heard of the movement and all, but my dad was more into the idea of moving up here. He could still do his music career and still live with're afraid of your father. Clearly...why?"


If I could know what it felt like to be hit by a train, surly this must be it. I'm trying hard to keep my head from falling into this table surface... repeatedly. Normies, are so Sensitive. If we are going to start pointing fingers like that, he should realize that it might be offensive for us to be called 'monsters'. After all I'm no monster, I'm just an oversized Reptile ...hybird ... thing... That humans created anyways, in all their self-righteousness, protecting that idea of 'freedom'. If anything I should be honored, I'm a freedom fighter... well daughter of. Since it was my father who destroyed those Japanese cities. He's an american hero. And I mean that with only a slight sarcasm.
To top it off, this phyco analysis of the fear of my father is right up there with 'why don't you just go ahead and call me a faggot'.
I was trying to hold my smile, but it was quickly fading, all this rambling was giving me a stone cold look, returning that devilish glare. I pull my dish in and in a few chomps scarf it down, while I try to think of what I can say that's not going to be offensive.

"Well you know what they say, those with no fear, are to be feared" Although it looked like he was fearing something. I take a sip of my Hugenormous Matcha latte sitting off to the side, since it didn't quite fit on the table.
"And I'm not afraid of my father.." I continue, "I just don't like to do wrong by him."

But really who isn't afraid of their parents, weather it be that he's going to kill me literally for stepping out of line, or that he'd be disappointed in me for being anything but hororable. I let out a slight sigh, I guess I am a daddys girl. My mother died shortly after I hatched, the radiation didn't take kindly to her, and really she was the American SuperHero. She killed everything on site. Father always left survivors, but that's what he liked to do. Chew them up and spit them out. Someone had to tell the tale.

I shrug. "I really don't know. I just moved here not to long ago. My father, ... Gojira, is staring in an american remake and he thought we could use a change in waters for a while, so I know what you mean about the press. We are really popular in Japan."


[[OOC: here is an idea of what Terrence looks like attire wise, only more formal, and not Asian. lol. Also, Terrence is only heard by Christopher. I know it's confusing. ]]

I chuckled as Tarrence crossed and uncrossed his legs beside me mouthing how full of shit this "Girl" was. I sighed and took down the coffee in tender sips, wishing I could drink it faster and be on my marry way of solitude but for some reason I cant pull myself away. I scoffed to myself and looked to Tarrence who smiled darkly and spoke.
'Chistopher, why don't you repeat after me...' He chuckled darkly, as bile and vomit seeped out between yellow and rotting teeth over chapped lips on dead skin. ' You want to see if this girl is worth your time? Break her. She's a delusion anyway. Do you REALLY deserve happiness, the Queen is still very upset with you.'
I looked up at Catz, she was trying so hard to show even though she was an eight foot tall, thing..she could be loved. I wanted to tell her she was a wonderful person, I wanted to say she was nice and thanks. But I couldn't, I said the exact words Tarrence told me too. Because the idea of her not really existing for anything more than torment by the Queen sounded like a better possibility than someone being willing to talk to me. Horrible truth was.
"Believe it or not you all kinda owe us...'Normies' think about it. If it wasn't for the persecution of your kind you wouldn't have gone into your own area and prospered into an actual society." I took a sip "Not to mention if this were like the dark ages the kinds of creatures would have continued to feast on humans and make us extent, then in the end having no one to base your culture off of. This pointless we hate each-other nonsense is a waste of time. We need you as you all need us to supply you with a gimp shred of purpose."
I smiled with a dark look, that matched my 'schizophrenia caused' counter part's.
'I don't know why you're father moved you to this world, you'd be better off at home, in Wonderland, Curled up for Tea time....while the March Hare is strung up by fishing wire. Maybe we'd serve his brain... Not wasting time around coincided monsters...that's what they are. Wolves lying to themselves they're sheep. They're so stupid they've lost the ability to truly connect with what they are. Let's not waste our time with these fools, we've got better things to do, let pull those stitches apart.'
I sighed and shook off the insult I slammed on Catz, "I'm sorry, that was rude." I spoke and put the empty coffee mug on the table. I had spent too much time here already. I was feeling I'll, like the room was spinning. I blinked and forced myself to my feet and started walking out of the coffee shop to save her the time of being mad at me, I didn't want to see her explode. Or go on rampage..
If she fallowed, awesome. and Deep down, I wanted that answer. I really did.

Or whatever. Besides, it was almost five Pm, my father would be blowing up my phone, missed an appointment I did, he found my pills down the kitchen sink he has. Or something of the sort.


One of the perks of being feared is not having to listen to such human snobbery. Humans are so smug, caught up in their sanctimoniousness beliefs as if the world will stop spinning if they zap out of existence.
I grind my teeth and force a smile as this human insults the very existence of anyone but humans. I shrug it off, trying to make sense of his arguments.
"Can't have light without dark" but he continues. I don't really know what to think but this guy had some lousy points, feasting on humans wouldn't cause the extinction of the human race, simply a population control. This boy must not be familiar with something called the 'foodchain'.
His expressions kept changing almost as if there was a whole other person in there, or an influence. Kinda reminded me of Jackson.

What this poor soul does not know, he turns into a mockery for us 'monsters'.
We are not dependent on humans, and hardly need them for anything more than lunch. Several of us have 'home' planets, even though we were born of human mistakes.
Ours is called Erusavill, I learned about it from my "aunt" Celeste who crash landed here in chernobyl, ironically sent out to find other creatures like us. They must of caught signal of the nuclear fission reactions that took place in creating this solar system. By the time they time warped here though, the solar system was already stable.

We don't destroy, enslave or hunt humans because most of us believe in a sense of civility.
That doesn't mean vampires aren't out there feeding off them, or that sea creatures aren't taking down ships to have a midnight snack. If your human and your alive, you should really consider yourself lucky, but then again, if your any creature and alive you should be thankful.
After all there are over 1000 ways to die, and that's not including attacks of the super natural. That's just life, chance, fate or whatever you want to call it.

I've kinda zoned out and missed him standing up and leaving, I turn to see him almost to the door,
I have this feeling like I need some kind of closure, I make a weak movement to follow, but quickly take it back. Its not like I"ll be seeing him again anyways.
I finish my drink and place a twenty dollar bill on the table, glancing at the waitress and flashing her a smile. I turn back to look for the sad soul but he was already gone.


Thanks for reading! Till next time!