In this chapter you will get to know more about Cruella and why she is who she is and does what she does! I hope you will get a better understanding of her! Disclaimer; I do NOT own this character, I am just a huge fan and want her to be portrayed like a human being and not a demonic monster!
Friday 24th of February 2012
Cruella didn't wake up until 10 am that day. She was still exhausted from the drama from the day before.
She dragged her feet downstairs to get the newspaper, breakfast and tea.
She was already missing Alonzo.. Or at least someone to bring her her tea in the mornings.
Cruella went into the tea room to relax.
When Cruella opened the newspaper, there was no relaxation to be found, not in a million years.
'Malevola De Vil spills it all in new book about daughter Cruella De Vil' was the first headline.
Cruella stood up and gasped. She suddenly had problems breathing.
Her rococo painted porcelain cup fell out of her hand and shattered on the floor.
Cruella stumbled over to the wall and stood still for a minute just to catch her breath. She looked around the room, she needed to get a new cell phone, and QUICK! She hadn't had the time to install a phone line in the mansion yet.
She stormed up to her 'walk in closet room' and snatched a deep green dress and matching gloves. She threw on a black mink coat, black pumps and headed for the door.
She was in her car, adjusting her mirrors when she noticed that she had forgotten to put on makeup and do her hair.
''DAMNED HELL!'' she yelled and ran back in to the mansion.
10 minutes later she was on the road, headed for the nearest electronic shop to buy a new cell phone.
Malevola heard the phone ring in the living room.
''De Vil residence, what do you want?'' Malevola asked.
''You are SATANIC, you know that?'' Cruella yelled. ''How dare you? What are you going to write about in your pathetic little book? Huh? How father used to touch me when I was only a little girl? How you used to tell me that I was ugly and useless? How you got your servants to raise me? How you used to LOCK me up in a room with your blood thirsty dalmatians?'' Cruella shouted in to the phone. Cruella was on the verge of crying but couldn't be bothered with emotions at the moment. She was too furious to even take notice of the people looking at her.
She was sitting in her car, parked outside the plaza.
''I do not want to talk to you when you are in this state of mind.'' Malevola said and hung up.
Cruella was beside herself. She started honking her horn repeatedly in anger before she jumped out of the car and threw her new phone up the stairs outside the plaza.
One hour later, after replacing her broken phone, she was in her office pondering on what to do with her mother.
This was too much, even for Cruella.
She visited the idea of writing a 'Mommy Dearest'! Just because... But she couldn't be arsed with it, besides, she didn't have the time now with her life getting back on track and all.
Cruella wanted to pay Malevola a visit but didn't know what to do or say when she got out there, and that was a problem because Cruella acted on her feelings, so she would probably kill her mother with her bare hands.
Oh how she cherished the thought of her hands and nails digging into her mother neck. Watching her mother take her very last breath at Cruella's feet. Then she would spit on her, or something equally as disrespectful.
Cruella lit up a cigarette before deciding to start work. She couldn't do anything about the situation at this point anyway.
Cruella had already thrown away all the scraps and garments that had been sitting in the work room for the 12 years she had been in prison.
She started putting 5 brand new designs at each post.
She was planning on getting new couturiers and sowers after her dinner party, which was tomorrow.
They had all RSVP'ed 'yes', so all she needed to do was to hire a cook and dress fabulously for her guests.
She needed a brand new fur coat, an up to date one, a fierce one, one that everyone would be jealous of!
She only had one person in mind for the job.
'' 'Le Pelt Furs & Fashions', how may I direct your call?'' a lady answered the phone.
''Jean Pierre, please.'' Cruella said.
''I'm sorry, Mr. Le Pelt is a very busy man. Can I take a message?''
''No. you can redirect me to Jean Pierre. IMMEDIATELY''
''I'm sorr..'' was all the lady got out before Cruella went off.
''REDIRECT ME NOW YOU IDIOT'' Cruella yelled.
''Very well'' the lady answered.
Cruella lit up a cigarette while listening to the horrible French music coming from the phone.
''What is this? I am a very busy man!'' Jean Pierre said in his 'charming' french accent.
''Jean Pierre, darling!'' Cruella said.
''AH, Cruella! How are you my pretty little lady!'' Jean Pierre asked.
''Miserable darling, as usual. Perfectly wretched!'' Cruella said.
''Ah, well then. Let me make it all better, yeah? We'll have dinner! Today! Ok?'' Jean Pierre said eagerly.
''Very well. I will be there at 7!'' Cruella said and hung up.
A few hours later Cruella were at home picking out an outfit for the dinner. She wanted to look better than she'd ever had before! She wanted to 'WOW' Jean Pierre like he'd never been 'WOWed' before.
Cruella did her hair in a big even bun at the back of her head (Like it was in the dog grooming scene in 102 Dalmatians).
Her ultra red lipstick made her feel like she owned the world. It was amazing what makeup could do!
She went up to the third floor, in to her grandmother's old room. It was horribly dusty. Cruella had never been allowed in there as a child because of all the valuables and rare clothing. And after she had inherited the house from her grandmother, she had never really cared to go up to the room.. Before now!
Cruella opened the old walk in closet and turned on the lights.
She was greeted with an amazing collection of 'Haute Couture' dresses, fur coats and stoles, shoes, jewelry, hats and accessories.
She saw a Leopard print 'mermaid dress' and knew that it was the one. The leopard print was made out of colored crystals and the massive tulle at the bottom was black. It flattered her body perfectly and showcased her curves like it was tailor-made for her.
When she put on the 5'' stilettos and crystal gloves that went with the dress, she felt like a queen. She put on a jointed diamond necklace, earrings, bracelet, and ring.
She gasped when she saw the biggest, most fluffy and voluminous Lion mane fur stole she had ever seen on a torso mannequin, in a bolted glass box at the back of the room. She tried to open the box, but the lock was solid gold and wouldn't give in.
Cruella raided her grandmothers old room for the key, with no luck.
Cruella threw the leopard crystal clutch bag she was holding with all her strength at the box. But it wouldn't break!
''What kind of moronic stupidity is this!'' Cruella yelled.
Cruella took one of the platform shoes of the shelves and went crazy on the box, but it wouldn't break.
She then proceeded to get a meat-hammer from the kitchen. That did the trick!
''Finally'' Cruella said while holding the Lion stole in the air.
Cruella put it on along with a very big flat hat with long black birdcage veiling all the way down to her hips.
The Lion stole was really heavy, but she would manage, after all, after pain comes beauty!
One hour later she arrived at Jean Pierres mansion in London.
Jean Pierre heard the honking horn from the distance and went outside, he knew Cruella was coming. It was like it was her way of saying: HERE I COME!
Cruella parked the car right outside his mansion, the personal valley opened the door for her and she stepped out in the snow.
Jean Pierre was nearly blinded by her beauty.
''You look magical! Majestic! Trés magnifique!'' he said while holding out a hand for her.
Cruella grabbed his hand and said ''Thank you, you clean up pretty good yourself.''
When they got inside, Jean Pierre took her Lion stole to be polite, but mostly to admire it.
''This is a remarkable stole. Very rare! I have never seen anything quite like it!'' He said.
Cruella gave him a look that said 'Yes I know, I'm better than you'.
''Yes, it is quite extraordinary isn't it!'' she said.
''It is very good to see you again. I didn't know how well you would do after 12 years, but I see you have done good for yourself, it is amazing!'' he said.
''Yes, well, it is harder than you think. I am still not back in business. But that is why I accepted your invitation. I need your help, darling! I am having a dinner party tomorrow, hoping that my guests are willing to sponsor or invest in my new project 'Fashion Week Extravaganza'.'' she said with her hands doing a gesture in the air. ''I hope you got your invitation!''
''Of course. I will gladly help you, little lady'' he said and kissed her hand.
Cruella smiled and rolled her eyes. ''Excellent. Now, let's get on with it!'' she said and started walking up the stairs to the dining hall!