Note from Author.
**WARNING**
This story is a work of fiction and does CONTAIN ADULT & VIOLENT SITUATIONS. Some of the characters USE COARSE LANGUAGE. Please be aware of that before you read this story.
Due to the very generous nature of a couple of special people, my latest endeavor has been edited. As I said I'm not a professional, I like to do this for fun.
So I would like to thank Mr. Mike Regan, Mr. Evan Mayerle, and Mr. David White for taking their time to help me make this a better story.
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*Author's note: Tabitha in Eric's timeline is about 3 and Sabrina is 22 in this time line and story Tabitha is 6 and Sabrina is 25. *
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Sincerely Mark White
Happy reading……and now on with the show.
Sabrina Squared.
Began 2000-07-06 7:36:27 PM
Prolog : The Distant Past.
World War One was one of the bloodiest times in Earth's history. Many details of that war are still unknown to many. So too it goes with a certain German occupied camp whose commandant is furious that some of her prisoners have escaped. What they could tell of the horrors found there could have her and all the staff executed. This she could not allow.
Personal Journal Entry: March 29, 1918
The camp has done me well but my time here is over. Due to unforeseen circumstances prisoners have escaped and if they are not found I'll have to go into seclusion again. I have enjoyed my time here and have learned a lot. It looks as though I will enjoy the next war even more. Yes I'm sure there will be another one. We are definitely going to lose this one. The accursed Yanks and their British lapdogs will soon overrun our troops defending this area. I will be long gone before they ever find this death camp and my experiments. I wonder what the German High Command would think if they knew what I had done here. Just in, the troops have assured me that they have found the missing prisoners and will have them back here by tonight. They had better!
She closed the book and pondered the situation. The door opened and in from the cold came her second in command. She knew that he despised her for her sudden appearance as Commandant with full blessing of the High Command. She had to constantly watch her back. "You have some news for me?"
The Hauptmann, (Captain) stood at attention and addressed his commanding officer. "Yes Commandant, the prisoners are back within the compound, all have been accounted for." His men had done a good job under the circumstances.
"Good! Have you the names of the guards on duty that night?" She eyed him up and down, searching for imperfections, she always liked to point them out to him. It made him furious and she liked teasing him.
"Yes." He watched as she searched him with her eyes of madness.
"Good they are to be put in with the prisoners."
He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "My Commandant, did I hear you correctly?"
Being questioned was something she did not tolerate. "Of course you heard me correctly you imbecile! Do as I command! NOW!" She said angrily, teeth bared, ready to fight.
"My Commandant don't you wish to think this over." He didn't get to argue the point for a bullet entered his temple and took most of the back of his head off. He fell to the floor like a rag doll, his body began to spasm and twitch as his life ended. His aid came rushing into the room after hearing the shot.
"You! Who are you?" The enraged Oberst (Colonel) commanded.
The soldier shook in fear. ""Oberleutnant (Lieutenant) Val Hemlar, I am…was Hauptmann Dalen's aide, Mien Oberst!" He said choking after seeing his superior dead on the floor.
"He no longer needs one, you will now take his place. You will carry out my orders, understood."
"Ja wol mien Commandant." He gulped not wanting to be another body on the floor.
"Good! Then you will take the guards that were on duty that night when the prisoners escaped and place them with the general prisoner population. Do you understand?"
He saw the gun in her paw, it was aimed at the floor but could be easily aimed at him. "Ja wol mien Commandant."
"Take as many guards as you will need to accomplish this. If they refuse, shoot them. Do you understand?"
"Ja wol mien Commandant, your orders are clear."
"Good, after that bring out every machine gun we have and get them ready for we will need them tomorrow morning."
"Ja wol mien Commandant." He stood at such rigid attention that he thought he would almost fall over. Her actions were erratic and he did not want to provoke her any further.
"Now take this idiot's body away and dispose of it."
He looked down and almost lost his lunch. He went to the door and called for a couple of guards. Without tossing his cookies he took the shoulder board insignias off his superior's coat and attached them to his own. It was one way to move up in rank he noted.
In the morning the camp was partially fogged in and in many ways matched well to the horror to come that morning. The prisoners were brought outside and lined up. After a few moments of eerie silence the camp erupted in the sounds of machinegun fire. Val Hemlar observed the prisoners dropping to the ground as well as his own troops. In the dense fog he could not tell where the gunmen were but he pulled out his weapon in response. It didn't make any difference, two bullets hit him in the chest and he fell to the ground. He knew he didn't have very long to live and the world went dark. Time passed and after what seemed like an eternity Oberleutnant Val Hemlar awoke. He found breathing difficult but was amazed that he was alive. He found that he was only able to move his head a bit but he could see the Commandant walking through the camp with two guards he hadn't seen before. The fog had lifted and the camp was a place of horror. Bodies lay everywhere all dead. It was a massacre.
"Mein Commandant." He was able to say quietly and found that his cry got her attention. The next thing he knew she had turned him over so he could see her better.
"Ah Oberleutnant Val Hemlar, you alone survived. My you must be a lucky man." She grinned.
"What happened?" He tried to say but it was extremely difficult to speak.
"You and everyone here are witnesses to my company that I cannot have."
"What?" He didn't understand.
"I cannot allow witnesses to live Val Hemlar and you unfortunately are one."
It was then that two more shots rang out and the two guards he had seen accompanying his Commandant fell to the ground. "It is also unfortunate that these two were also witnesses."
"Who are you?" Her eyes were aflame with madness, she was beyond this world.
"Ah.. I think you know who I am. Come on, guess. Hurry though, you haven't long with those chest wounds, I'm afraid."
He was losing consciousness but he took his guess. From what the guards had whispered and the rumors about the camp they had deduced that she could only be one person. "You're Gila."
"Ah..you guessed." She seemed disappointed. "That was one of my Aliases." But as she said that she seemed confused thought Val Hemlar. Then she went on, "I was also known as Bala The Impaler, I think. And of course the notorious female known as Toniel The Executioner. How's that for a portfolio?" She laughed a wicked laugh that could only be one of an impaired mind.
"You..you can't be!" He said coughing and blood flowed in a small stream from his muzzle. He knew those names, they were of historical figures. Of women who were monsters of their days. They tortured and killed thousands, she couldn't be them. If she was, what kind of creature was she? His thoughts were becoming irrational. No, Val Hemlar thought she is mad, insane, fantasizing of people she believes she had kinship with.
She got down on her knees and looked deeply into his eyes and saw doubt. "Ah but I am, Val Hemlar. I am they and they are me." She was but a heart beat away now and he could smell her breath, it was mint with just a hint of rotting flesh.
"Now I have to be more careful." She whispered. "There are people out there like you, who know what I look like and know who I am." She began to lick the blood from his muzzle. "I thought I could stay hidden here but I failed. So now its time for me to depart." She once again sat back up and smiled as she raised her gun to his face.
"You will burn in Hell," the Oberleutnant whispered, his eyes staring straight ahead.
"I probably will, but I will have my fun before I get there. Take heart Oberleutnant, as a loyal servant, I give you a quick, clean and painless death. As an enemy, I would dine on your entrails as you watched." With that she shot Val Hemlar through the head. He had guessed, how many others here knew but didn't say anything? She knew she would have to be very careful with her next transition. She walked back to her office and set it ablaze. The whole camp was an inferno as she walked out through the main gates. Leaving her mark upon the world one more time.
Chapter 1: Forward Into Madness.
Canada; The Past. The Late Seventies.
Dr. David Harrington stared out the window at the falling rain and wondered how he had gotten himself into this mess. He owed so much money he hardly knew where all the debts came from. Mortgage, car, bad investments; the list went on and on. It would be the last time he would listen to his brother for advice. Now on the dawning of his retirement he was broke. His wife had suspicions but she didn't know the whole story or how bad the situation was. Now he needed money and fast. He knew of one way but his conscience wasn't making his decision very easy. In his life he had tried to make the right decisions but today was not going to be one of them. In the end money won out and he prayed that someday this wouldn't come back and bite him in the ass.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number he had written on a piece of paper long ago. Why he had kept it, he didn't really know. Maybe somewhere deep in his mind he knew that this would be his only recourse. The phone rang three times and then a pleasant voice answered.
"Gerbil Electronics, how may I direct your call?" The woman said.
"Mr. Finch's office please, extension 1089." The phone clicked and seemed to click several more times then a man's voice answered.
"Yes this is Mr. Finch how can I help you?"
"Scorpion." It was a code word they had given him, probably meant something to them but he didn't have a clue what it was.
"One moment Sir." The phone clicked again then another voice answered. This time it was definitely a female.
"Mr. Harrington so nice of you to call me. What can I do for you?" She said in a slow sexy voice.
"You know exactly what you can do for me." He said in a voice of almost desperation.
"Ah yes, the little financial trouble you have. Quite fixable I assure you, if you have what I want?"
"I do." He didn't want to but this was his only hope.
"Wonderful Mr. Harrington. How many did you acquire?"
"Three."
"Wonderful again, one more than I had asked for. What species?"
"Skunk."
"Oh now that's interesting Mr. Harrington I'll have to give you a bonus for that. When will I be able to pick them up?"
"Tomorrow afternoon, I'll be in on call. There should be only a few people around." He was sure of that.
"Excellent, I will meet you there tomorrow. Oh and Mr. Harrington you remember the terms of this little agreement don't you."
"Yes." He knew and he wasn't about to break them, it was the main reason why he left this as his only escape. The devil's evil came in many forms and this group was one of them.
"Good. I shall see you tomorrow."
Her voice was intoxicating but he had to stay calm. "You said something about a bonus?" He was desperate and praying that she would indeed come good on her offer.
"Oh yes, I did say that didn't I. How astute of you Mr. Harrington not to let me forget." She laughed at him. "How about another half?"
He couldn't believe his luck. "That's agreeable." He made no sound of joy but in his mind he was relieved.
"Then it's a deal, I'll be there around noon, please be ready for me."
The phone went dead and so did his morality, what he had done was not only unethical but totally illegal. Money, or at least the need for it, was the root of all evil and he knew that for a fact.
The next day he waited for her to arrive. He was very surprised at her appearance; she was the most slender woman he had ever seen. Being a weasel helped, but she was tall and in her presence he felt very small. She was the purest of white with not another colour on her, not even a hint. Most creatures had two colours even if one was dominant but she showed nothing. And he had a very good look, for she wasn't wearing anything at all except some small jewelry that covered her nipples. She had nothing below the waist, showing off for everyone to see. Some races didn't believe in clothes but they were rare. So she couldn't be arrested but she could cause a scene. Her eyes were not pink like most albinos' but dark red with lust and mystery behind them. He was glad that he didn't have to work with her because she gave him the creeps.
"Hello Mr. Harrington, nice to see you again. You have my test results for me?" She said out loud. Everyone had to have heard but they didn't say anything. Some turned to see who had spoken then most went back to reading. One was overheard to say "Slut". But most paid her no mind.
He didn't know her real name so he made up one. It wouldn't really matter; nothing should ever come of it anyway. "Yes Mrs. Holingsworth. If you'll follow me to my office, I'll go over them with you."
The white weasel nodded and followed him down the hall. "You have them secured." She whispered to him as they walked.
"Yes, but I don't understand why you wanted such a long and slender container. It wasn't easy to get one that had those capabilities and you won't be able to keep them in there for long."
"They won't be in there long Mr. Harrington, trust me on that one." She smiled as they entered into his office. "Tell me more about these samples."
"They are from a skunk, I split a fertilized cell. They are identical as you asked for."
"You had better be telling me the truth or they will never find your body. Plus you will pray for death to take you long before you die."
He didn't like being threatened but there was nothing he could do. "They are as you requested; now my payment."
"Ah yes." She had brought with her a leather briefcase. She placed it on his desk and opened it. She then gently turned the open case in his direction. "Two point five million in unmarked bills, Mr. Harrington. This should pay off those little bills that you have." She smiled an evil smile. "The tube Mr. Harrington." Her paw was open and coaxing him.
"Oh yes." He had never seen so much money in his life. This would indeed pay off his bills and his cost of getting out of the country as well. He wasn't staying around for anyone to find him. He pulled some books off a shelf and opened a safe behind them. He took out a stainless steel cylinder that was about a foot long and about 2 inches in diameter. It was cool to the touch as he handed it over to the female weasel.
"I don't have time to check these at this moment Mr. Harrington but believe me we will find you if you have crossed me." Her eyes almost glowed in the low light of the office.
"You don't have to worry, I did my job."
"Good." She looked at the cylinder and said softly. "I've had bigger."
Mr. Harrington had no idea what she meant until she started licking it. "You're not."
"Why, yes, Mr. Harrington. I can't walk out of here carrying this thing. I would be questioned for sure. You'll also notice I don't have a bag with me. If you don't want to watch you don't have to." She grinned from almost ear to ear knowing that he wouldn't turn away. Ah she loved playing the role of a slut, every teasing minute of it. She put her leg up on a chair to give herself better access.
Mr. Harrington was about to turn away but he became intoxicated by the sight of this woman pleasing herself with the cylinder, inserting it deeper and deeper with each stroke and before he knew it, it was over.
"Well thank you, Mr. Harrington for a most enjoyable morning. It's been awhile since I've indulged myself and well it was most enjoyable."
Mr. Harrington just nodded; it had been enjoyable for him as well. He found himself panting and letting his tongue hang out, just like a young pup.
And for the most part it was true, she had enjoyed herself. Although that had surprised her. She licked her lips and gave him an evil grin. "This will conclude our business Mr. Harrington you will not need to contact me again. Unless you acquire another sample, good day."
She left the room and walked down the corridor. She caused a few stares but nothing out of the ordinary. She felt the tube move inside her as she walked; thank God she had her car outside close by. If she had to walk much further she was going to surely dislodge the tube and that was something she definitely didn't want. It was a beautiful day; the sun shone through some clouds that covered the sky today. She turned the key and the car came to life. It was time to get down to business, finally.
Her trip was a long one out into the country and with a few more dirt roads than she wanted to go down. The bumps and potholes were pleasing as the tube had found a comfortable place within her. She made a mental note that she would keep this metal container in her car from now on; it was indeed a perfect fit for her. She moaned slightly as the car hit another bump and she thanked goodness that she was almost home. She really didn't feel like cleaning out her car again. It was a large old Victorian home out in the middle of nowhere; she'd gotten it for a steal but it suited her needs perfectly. It had a secret only she knew and it was for that reason she had bought it. She had made many modifications to the home, for one it had 3 back up generators, plus solar panels along the backside of the house. She had insisted that she also have windmills generating electricity. Because of all the novel approaches for powering the house, her home actually had been featured in many magazines. However she had insisted that just the home be photographed and that her name not be mentioned. It was a beautiful house, but it had been a wreck when she bought it. It's amazing what a few hundred thousand will do to a place. She parked the car in the garage and entered through the back way. She punched in a security code and placed her palm upon the paw scanner. She smiled as the laser scanned her palm, knowing it would be decades before the rest of the world had access to the toys she played with. The door locks clicked and she entered her home. The door swung back and locked again as she proceeded to the library.
The library in this house was huge. It took up most of the right wing of the place. It was wall to wall books both sides; all manner of books, from classic novels to more obscure biological books. One other fantastic fact was that she had read almost all of them. She was a genius, more on the strange type of genius but a genius just the same. Her IQ was well above normal and ranked third or fourth in the entire world. Unfortunately this had not brought her fame, although several devices and patents on genetic processes had made her one of the wealthiest women in the world. However most didn't even know her name. She shunned fame and lived more like a hermit than anything else. She never watched TV, sometimes listened to the radio, but her passion was for learning and for experimentation. One other unique part of the library was the floor, which was marble and granite put together so intricately that it was a shame to walk upon it. It was one of only a few things left original in the whole place. She had it polished and cleaned till it shone like new. This room was where her secret lay and she wasn't about to let anyone find out about it.
She moved the book ladder to an obscure section of the library and climbed to the second shelf. She was glad it wasn't any higher it wasn't easy climbing and holding in that container. She pulled on the closest shelf and a panel moved to reveal a small lever. She put both paws on it and gave it a pull. It wasn't easy but it moved and she gently climbed back down. It took a few minutes for the weights and rods to move into place. Then the lovely granite floor began to move, more like sink and as each tile sunk it became like stairs. Which was exactly what they were, stairs leading to her laboratory, a secluded and unknown place. It took almost a full 10 minutes for the stairs to become complete, the mechanisms were old and badly in need of replacing. Trouble was that she couldn't trust anyone to do the repairs yet.
She descended into a dark void but as she started down lights began to appear above her. The one thing she did need for her lab was electricity, lots of it and stable. It explained the use of all aspects of power generation, she had a crew here for months working on it. She had dug a pit on the backside of the house and let the men in that way instead of letting them into the house. She had left the secret staircase open for them to install the equipment, disguising its secret nature, to the workmen it was just a staircase. It was too bad that they all died of mysterious circumstances, none that could ever be traced back to her. Well one policeman came and she showed him all the generators and windmills that they installed. He was just curious what their last project was and found out it was hers and came to take a look. Nothing really came of it as such but she did manage a great date out of it.
The lab was huge and full of equipment and it also held a few surprises as well. However the first thing on the agenda was to get the specimen tube out of herself. Doing so, she knew, just might pose a problem, it had been in there so long that it might not want to come out. But after a little coaxing it did, she wiped it clean and twisted the cap off. Inside was a Cryo Seal, she needed to be in her cold room to unlock it and remove its contents. She moved to one wall where there was a very large stainless steel door. On it was another code lock and she punched in the proper sequence. The doors automatic lock clicked and its motors began to whirl pushing the door open for her to enter. It was a cold room, much like a giant freezer, inside were a pair of slippers that she quickly donned. They were extremely cold on her feet and a shiver went up through her spine. She moved quickly to a sample Cryo Tube and opened it. She then transferred the contents of the small one to the larger. As she did the transfer a huge yawn came upon her, it seemed her curiosity would have to wait. She was tired and needed some rest.
She recovered awhile later and laid there for just a bit longer until she knew that she had to get down to business. "Time for some work." She thought. She traveled back to the lab enjoying every step of the way. She examined the samples she had gotten and was pleased all was as it should be. Now it was time to have some fun with the manipulation of the female fertilized eggs. She had three identical eggs to play around with and the thought of it brought a shiver down her spine. It was time to check on her houseguests. She opened another coded locked door that led into a dark corridor. "Lights", she commanded and the hall became illuminated. She didn't have to walk far and at the end of the corridor was a window that looked out into a living room. There in the room were two females one skunk and a lioness. They were both street trash in her mind, but they would serve her purpose. They couldn't see her behind the glass as she stared at them, tomorrow would be their day. She watched them for awhile then it was time to see her last house guest. She returned the lab and moved around to find the cage it was in. She gently opened the lid to find it all curled up and dormant. She knew it wouldn't move, the box was kept cold for just that reason. The anaconda was something she didn't want to wrestle with. Oh this was going to be fun, she thought as waves of pleasure passed through her body.
She had been planning this a long time, longer than most would have realized. She had remained secluded just because she aged differently than most creatures. In actual years she would almost be 137 years old give or take a few years. But she looked only about 38. She slept years away when a natural chemical in her body would surface. So every so often this chemical would put her into a deep sleep. A lot like hibernation but in every case she came out healthier than she went in. It was sort of rejuvenation but there were some drawbacks and side effects, some not so nice. One time she revived mute, another she had no fur what so ever. This time she was sexually active most of the time, almost to the point she couldn't turn it off. It was a good thing she remained secluded or else she would be on every guy she laid eyes on.
In her seemingly endless existence, the thirst for knowledge and experimentation drove her relentlessly on. She didn't know why but the seeking of knowledge was an integral part of her being and she let nothing stand in her way. She had done many experiments over the years, some good but mostly bad. Her creations were creatures of miscalculations and muddled experiments. Then there was her greatest triumph and tragedy: she created a woman whose bimolecular structure would not change. Her live cells would re-grow and if they were separated from the host, duplicates of her would begin to grow from each of them. She was a disaster and a triumph in bimolecular science. However this creation was a danger to the planet and it had been necessary to burn her, and seal the dust in a container without air. Then she launched the thing in a small rocket, straight for the sun.
Aside from that, she slept and missed the Second World War completely and many other historical events. But she remained while everyone else "was" history. She calculated that she could live well into the year 2100. Time was on her side for now. Her sample freezer had everything she needed to begin, searching through tube after tube she found what she was looking for, Anaconda DNA. She squirmed at the thought as she brought the sample over the electron microscope.
End of Chapter 1
She's a nasty, nasty person……….ooh I like her she's evil. ;)