The Beast

[Blair Da Costa]

It was just another lazy day for the young brunette. Her schedule was cleared - which seemed to be the thing for her lately. She just didn't have any drive to really do anything with her life right now. Then again, she'd walked through life on silver slippers and well, here she was. Maybe Blair was bored - maybe it was the allure of the heat of summer. She didn't know.

And quite frankly, she didn't really care enough to find out.

So here she was, finding herself in the park, her eyes scanning the area for anyone that resembled someone she knew - and thankfully, she found just the person.

She walked around the bench the blonde was sitting on, making sure she wasn't noticed. Though, Ellen was hardly the kind of person who paid much attention to the people around her. Especially not "commoners", so Blair used that for her own advantage. Once she reached the back of the bench, she let out a ear-piercing squeal and wrapped her arms tightly around the blonde's form, squeezing her close as she wiggled excitedly.

"Ellen freaking Banks! You finally emerged from your dark cave!"

How Blair was still alive, well, it was still quite the mystery.

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen was what you would call a creature of habit,she liked cool crisp bed sheets. She liked warm floors when she left the shower. She liked big fluffy pillows so large it could be considered a principality.



But more then that, she enjoyed the park. How could she not enjoyed the park? It was actively encouraged to lay on her back and let the healing rays of the sun rain over her body in waves and sure that might sound fairly rudimentary for a workaholic like Ellen Banks, the idea of going to the park for the day, was akin to living on her own personal tropical island.


The park was Ellen’s usual place to go when she had a day off and needed to unwind. She carried so much tension on her person on a daily basis that it became such a heavy relief to get it off. Which was why she was walking across the back of the bench -The more private arena, being around people seemed to annoy her just by their mere presence- with a somewhat lazy smile on her face enjoying the sensation of the grass between her toes, the breeze on her skin, and the warmth on her hair….



..This was the life…



That thought was briefly cut short however once she heard a familiar scream piercing the air….



...and all the tension just swam right back into her body



“Oh no”



Before Ellen could move, she felt a sickening warm weight press against her body from behind and shake her to and fro, eventually not noticing how intensely rigid she had become. Odds are she also didn’t notice that Ellen’s eyes slowly became wide, her face drawn of colour and a sour disgusted look fell upon her features as her precious personal space was violated



“I have mace in my purse”She hissed through gritted teeth “I’d suggest letting go.”

[Blair Da Costa]

Pouting, Blair let out a soft whine as she tightened her grip around the blonde. "Oh, Ellen," she chastised playfully, "Don't be so dramatic." She then continued to rest her head on top of the blonde's locks. "Besides," she continued, "That doesn't sound very productive. Such a slow and heavy weapon..." She considered then, what could possibly have been a better option.

Naturally, the line of thought didn't sit for very long. It was such a sour thought Blair had little interest in exploring. Violence had never really been her thing. Then again, neither had common sense.

Loosening her grip a little, Blair tilted her head so that she could look the blonde straight in the eyes. "I never see you around anymore," she whined, the pout returning, plumping her lips. Of course, she didn't even consider the idea that Ellen didn't like her. Everyone liked her. "I'm lonely."

[Ellen Banks]

The list of things Ellen Bank really didn’t like would make for an encyclopaedia far more extensive than the dictionary and the bible and would need a reinforced shelf to keep it in place. But sitting on the very top of that list would be physical contact.


Ellen DESPISED being touched or embraced. If she could, she would make a business card that simply said “Ellen Banks-Please don’t touch me. Never touch me. Stop.” So you can imagine the feelings crawling through Ellen’s skin as the foreign sensation of being embraced with nothing but love. Blair had wrapped up like the world’s most clingy warm blanket or a far too friendly boa constrictor


“Would you prefer I just kick you instead?” Ellen winced a little as Blair just reinforced her iron-clad grip on Ellen’s person making it impossible for her to move away as fast as she possibly could which was her plan, always her plan when it came to Blair.


God, how did she get so strong? How could such tiny skinny arms feel like iron?


Ellen face remained blank as could be as Blair pouted, her face could be caved out of rock, trying to resist the urge not to roll her eyes to the back of her head “Well then go find someone else, I’m sure you have a TON of friends...or many a teddy if you’re really need something to hold”

[Blair Da Costa]

Blair didn't stop and instead, the pout only intensified. "Don't be so cruel to me, Ellen," Blair chastised, one hand coming up to wave a finger at the blonde. "You're not nearly as scary as you pretend to be," she continued, nodding. Then, as if the brunette got an idea, her face lit up. She pressed her chest tighter against the blonde then. "Besides, you get to cuddle with the love-cushions!" she continued, her voice getting higher as Blair's tone got more childish. It was obvious she enjoyed tormenting the blonde.

"Will you stop being mean if I kiss you?" she asked, more so to herself. As if she was actually considering it, Blair turned her gaze towards Ellen, her eyes narrowing in concentration. "I wonder what your lips taste like..." she mused, her head tilting. "Apples. I'm betting they taste like apples."