Grimm Tales: Something Wicked this way Comes

[chimera0010]

I finally get to make a full introduction to my main character's arch enemy. I hope you all like her.

Something Wicked this Way comes
　
The air was hot, late summer soon turning to Autumn. A woman with pale cream colored skin walks down the sidewalk into a starbucks. Her long black hair flowing in the breeze, her body wearing an ice blue tube top with skin tight bell bottom jeans and white crystal like platform heels. NO one seems to notice her as she walks through the coffee house, not even giving her a sideways glance. She orders an inced mocha latte with extra ice in it. She grabs her coffee and a local newspaper and walks to the back of the place to a booth hidden from the sun. She releases an ice cold breath that sends chills into the bodies of every man in the building. Their eyes soon transfixed on her.

She walked in a slow seductive manner. Swaying her perfect round ass left and right for all the men to see, showing the snow flake tattoo on the small of her back right above the white booty sash that hung loosley on her hips. Their eyes traveled up her size 3 weist line that seemed the perfect hour glass. The men in front caught a good view of her perfect breasts.

She sat in the dark, reading the obituaries of recent kills and disapeearing people. Most of which are the work of her or Alex's meddling with the town. Bear escaped from zoo and kills woman in her apartment, insane step father ranting about man eating dwarfs, a rat boy living in down town, a strange beast linked to a brutal cow massacre. She smiled, all good work, all worth the effort she put into soul collecting.

She smiles and walks out of Stabucks, leaving the paper on the table and purpously spilling the coffee on the floor. The only clerk there cleans it up, mezmerised by her beauty. As she walks out, a man with a ski mask and gun barges in, demanding money. Had the clerk been at his post, the alarm would o fbeen sounded. She smiles hearing the gun shots, going off like a marching beat.

--1 hour later--

She walks into a gym wearing the sam clothes as before. She moves into the lockeroom and comes out in a stylish mini skirt thats ice blue with a decorative snow flake anklet. She walks up to a random body builder, watching him bench press. He doesnt mind her watching, infact it turns him on. She walks up to his thighs which are bigger then her whole body and parts them, blowing her ice cold breath on his gym shorts. His dick jumps, and hardens, snaking down his leg. She mounts him, grining her panties into his package and pumping his body with her energy.

His body begins to expand with each breath, pushing the weights up and watching his body balloon each time he pushed up. His wife beater snaps as his meaty pecs and shoulders become very tight, his biceps swollen to 22 inches. His thighs and calves swell up, becoming perfect godlick sculptures. His dick tightens and rips his shorts. She rests back on it, pressing his cock with her ass, making him even hornier n bigger. She rubs his newly formed 12 pack and slides off, purpusly grazing the head of his cock with her vagina. He gets up, wanting to fuck her on the spot.

To his shock she stops him with one hand and shakes her head. He pleads with her wanting to fuck soo bad. She looks around, seeing another body builder posing in a wall mirror. She smiles and points to him, telling him the jock has the perfect ass to be fucked. The hulking giant moves past her and shoves the man into the glass. The jock didnt know what was going on, but felt the meaty head pressing into his shorts and into his ass. He pleaded, saying the muscle-hulk was too big. The dick doesnt fit, the muscle-hulk soon grabs one leg, jerking it from the socket and forces the jock down his cock. The jock didnt have chance to scream, passed out from the pain he didnt have to feel his insides being turned to mush as the muscle-hulk continued fucking and watching himself in the mirror, not even noticing the woman had already left him.

-39 minutes later-

She walks through a park. There seems to be a rally going on. On the podium is a well dressed man with campaigning slogans. She walks close to the stage, watching the racist signs. He admires his speech, about how they cannot intermingle the unclean savage blood with the blood of god's chosen pure race. How the signs told the mexicans, the blacks, the chinese, and the arabs to go back to their countries and keep america pure for clean white americans.

She loved the neo nazi skin heads cheering, the white robed KKK men praising the senetor. She loved how prideful he was, claiming he is a true american. She blows him a kiss, making his heart run cold with pride and hate. he continues his serman, claiming that all foreign blood is taining the clean soil. She loves how is so blind to the fact that it was the whites who stole the land from the native americans.

She walks by a group of african americans and their children. She blows her icey breath, filling a father's heart full of cold rage. His muscles bulge and tence from anger, his perfect body filling up his clothes as it seems he is running off pure adrenaline and testosterone. He gets angry at the serman and wants to go for blood. She hands him a gun that feels like it made from an ice cube. He runs through the croud and gets close enough to the stage and pulls the trigger. As a riot breaks out in the croud she walks off down the sidewalk of the park. She loves the carnage of hate and ignorance.

-2 hrs later-

She walks into a clothing store. She works her way through the merchendice and picks up a snow white top, snow white mini skirt, matching white knee high boots, and a perfect over the shoulder bag to carry her book. She comes out of the dressing room newly dressed, tags removed, and no bra. The cashier clerk tries to stop her, only to get a blast of ice cold air going into her lungs, making her slump in her chair cold as the grave.

She stops and admires her reflection, soon pinning one section of her hair to the side as she slides in a snow flake hair clip. She smiles with prideful enthusiasm and soon goes a bit bitter as she sees two girls in the background, one blone and one a red head. How dare they stand behind her, ruining her prefect view.

The blonde girl found the perfect pair of winter boots and went to go buy them from a different register. The red headed girl left alone was still deciding which coat to buy. The woman slips in behind her and blows a cold breath of air into the girl's ear.

"Why should she have those boots? You deserve them even more..."

The girl's eyes grow angry as she stares at her best friend. When the blonde shows the red head the boots, a fight ensues. The red head smashes the blond'es face into a mirror and grabs the boots, running out of the store behind the woman.

-5 minutes later-

The woman walks down the street, cop cars with sirens blaring fly past her to the store and the red head who robbed her blonde friend. Greed is a deadly thing, especially when combined with vanity. She begins to walk onto the school campus and walks past a pair of students making out on a car. The young man was a druggey and a bit of a grunge. The girl was a low class white trash type. The woman passes the couple, walking in the seductive motion she always does. She didnt even have to charm the young guy,m his hormones did it for him.

His cock twitches and bulges in his pants. His eyes transfixed on her as his girl lays under him on the hood of his beat up car. She sees the woman, and feels his growing buldge press into her. Before he could even say anything to the woman, she knees him in the balls and starts punching him in the face. The woman continues to walk inside, catching the reflection of the young girl smashing her ex boyfriends head through the windshield. She opens the front doors and walks up to the faculty help desk.

She walks up to the desk, pushing her prefect breasts forward to an old security guard. The poor man would be dead from a heart attack if she pushed it any further then that on the introduction.

woman-"Yes I am the new substitute teacher..."
man at the desk-"ummm.....yes...I heard you may becoming by....name?"
Woman-"Jadis....Jadis Naamah Barbelo."

The man at the desk types in her name and hands her a teacher id badge. She smiles and takes it from the old man and walks out of the school. He did not bother to tell her about her inapropriate clothing, his heart failed him right after she turned her back on him.

She was the perfect weapon for her father. She was the perfect root to spread evil, and to collect souls. She wanted Alexander's book, she wanted his soul and the souls of those trapped in his book. She now knows where he works, how he opperates, and soon, where he lives, and those whom serve him loyaly. She smiles and looks up at the warm sun, soon to be shadowed in overcast skies of dark clouds, making the air turn cold.

The ice witch commeth......

the next story-three little pigs

[howardbeatman]

Interesting update of the Snow Queen story.

"long black hair flowing in the breeze, her body wearing an ice blue tube top with skin tight bell bottom jeans and white crystal like platform heels" - is this story set in the 70's?

Please use spell-check before you post!

[chimera0010]

sorry for mispelling. anywhos no the woman is what you would call old fashioned. if ya cant tell by her idea of clothes n style from medieval sorceress to a 1970's cliche villain.

[Mdlftr]

The villainess' actions remind me of Al Pacino as the Devil in the movie, "The Devil's Advocate", co-starring Keanu Reeves.

There is an absolutely chilling scene in which he talks a young man into running home and committing a double murder, when he will find his unfaithful girlfriend and another man in bed together. Al Pacino's character "helpfully" supplies the young hothead a knife and reminds him, "Hey, it's no more than she deserves."

The enticing of others to commit evil acts is a subtle variation on truly chilling tales of evil. The character of Edmond Dantes in "The Count of Monte Christo" plots his revenge against three men and their innocent families. Years before they had been responsible for sending him to prison on trumped up charges. Before the novel is over, 4 people have died from poison, a man goes insane, another man kills himself after his character is ruined in public and his wife and son leave him, and the third man is reduced to poverty, thrown into prison and released when he is near death from starvation. Amazing story! It's being "replayed" on American Television this year as a series, "Vengeance" about a beautiful young woman coming back to the wealthy enclaves on Long Island, NY, to exact vengeance against people who ruined her family years before.

Very effective storytelling!

[chimera0010]

despite i used variations of the white witch from narnia and the snow queen motiff from the grimm brother's story book i was trying to make her main goal the corruption and collecting of damned souls. The old fashioned look is her way of trying to defy the times. The fact she hits each one with her frozen breath is a way of freezing the heart of any "warm" thoughts n actions leaving only the cold depravity.

Her name came from 3 figures.

Jadis-white witch of narnia (thought the temptation of edmund was good for this character. btw narnia does play a part in my story later on.)

Namaah-a quabalic figure. once an angel rumored to be so beautiful and radient she even outshown the creator himself. now was she vain? dont know but its says he cast her into hell where she became an arch-she demon who still retained her legendery beauty.

Barbelo-one of satan's 5 wives. Though not the most powerful of the 5 she is one horny woman. Its said she wrote the book on being a hyperactive nasty freakyest psychopathic nympho sex puppet that the devil will actually keep himself occupied just to avoid a week long wromp in the bed with her at times.

in the end it made a good recipe for this woman. Temptation, beauty, and sexual interludes of some kind