When I was young it came to me
And I could see the sun breakin’
Lucy was high and so was I dazzling
Holding the world inside
Once I believed in ev’ryone
Ev’ryone and anyone can see

Oh oh the night comes down
And I get afraid of losing my way
Oh oh the night comes down
Oooh and it’s dark again

Once I could laugh with ev’ryone
Once I could see the good in me
The black and the white distinctively colouring
Holding the world inside
Now all the world is grey to me
Nobody can see you gotta believe

Oh oh the night comes down
And I get afraid of losing my way
Oh oh the night comes down
Oooh and it’s dark again
And it’s dark again
And it’s dark again

The Night Comes Down – Queen


Mehrissa Shibata was tired.  She wasn’t physically tired but rather emotionally tired, mentally tired… She would even go as far as to say that Her soul was tired.  Mehrissa racked Her brain and the best description She could come up with was that She was sick and tired; sick and tired of being yelled at.

“Are you even listening to Me?” the High Elder screeched.  The head vampire’s voice snapped Mehrissa out of Her lazy drifting.

“Yes, High One,” Mehrissa and Her cohorts answered pathetically.

“It’s been seventeen years,” the High Elder continued, “seventeen years and nothing.  I am a patient woman, but this is ridiculous.”

Mehrissa, the dark-skinned man known as Sterling, and the red-headed man called Knut (Mehrissa was often glad that Her parents had had more sense than to give Her such a laughable name) had heard this spiel before.  The High Elder was mad.  She wanted them to find the vampire named Adelaide and dispose of her.  She wanted the head of the traitor brought to Her on a silver platter.  She was patient, but the long time She had been forced to wait for Her revenge was ridiculous.  Mehrissa knew the tirade by heart, and She sometimes hoped that the High Elder would snap and kill one Them – at least then the argument would be different.  Even if it was Herself that was killed, as long as something changed.

When the High Elder finally dismissed them, Mehrissa was thankful.  She slumped away like a frightened puppy with its tail between its legs, and made Her way slowly to Her private quarters.  When She was at last in Her own room with the door shut, surrounded by Her own things and far, far away from anyone who might hear, She allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief.

She took a long look around the quiet room and smiled.  She enjoyed being a vampire; She enjoyed the solitude and the long nights – which were even longer since Her ascension to Elderhood, for the Elders dwelled far beneath the city, where the sun could never reach Them.  Her existence was one long night with no threat of dawn.  It was comfortable.  She tred quietly upon the ornate rug that covered the cold stone floor of Her room and laid Her hand upon her most prized possession: Her violin.

She picked the instrument up carefully, lovingly laid it upon Her shoulder, and began to play.  She let the melody flow throughout Her body, losing Herself in the music.  The strings were brittle and in need of replacement, but Mehrissa played on… until a shrill “plink” brought Her out of Her spell.

“Of course,” She growled, looking at the busted string with disgust.  There was nothing to be done – the string would have to be replaced.

Mehrissa slammed Her violin back into its case and stomped to the large wardrobe in the corner.  She felt powerful and strong, a sure sign that it was night above ground, and therefore safe to venture out to purchase a replacement string.  She threw the doors of the wardrobe open and thought for a moment about what to wear.  It had been months, maybe even years, since Her last trip to the surface.  What season was it?  She took a deep breath and held the air in Her mouth, testing it.  The air was sweet and moist, and had the faint taste of freshly-cut grass.

“Summer, or late Spring,”  She said to Herself.  Why couldn’t it be Winter, or, at the very least, Fall?  Summer and Spring were dangerous times for vampires – the sun was out for far too long; and one was required to wear a lot less clothing in order to blend in with the living, which meant that even more tender skin was exposed, risking instant burning should any hesitant rays be plaguing the sky.

She quickly changed into something She hoped was appropriate and silently made Her way to the surface.  She had a few hours to spare, so She decided to visit one of Her favorite places in the city before heading off to the music store.

As Mehrissa Shibata stood in the frozen foods section of the Quick Stop Grocery, She marveled at all of the delicious things that the living gorged themselves on.  What She wouldn’t give to taste just one tiny morsel – but the High Elder didn’t approve of such things, and being found in possession of anything considered “a human delight” was grounds for expulsion.  She gazed at the buffet before Her and wondered if She had it in Her to go against the High Elder’s commands… orange juice was absolutely Her favorite…

Her concentration (She laughed quietly at the pun) was broken by the sound of young voices coming from the next aisle over.  She hadn’t planned on eavesdropping, but She found Herself doing it anyway.  And She was very glad She did, for what She heard had the power to change everything.


Grocery shopping.  I should have been embarrassed –  a guy my age had no business shopping for food on a Saturday night, or at least, that’s what Dad said.  “You need more friends, Son,” he had said.  I had rolled my eyes at that because I knew what he meant.  Why couldn’t I be more like my sister, who always had somewhere to go and someone to go with?  But there I was, alone and hungry in the frozen foods section, buying junk that my parents couldn’t eat and my sister wouldn’t eat, because it was “fattening shit”.  Mireille always did have a way with words.

“Hi Chance!” I heard my favorite voice in the whole world exclaim behind me.  I smiled to myself before looking up to meet her eyes.

“Hey Lorie!” I said perhaps a little too excitedly.  I calmed myself down and cleared my throat before continuing.  “What brings you here?” I asked.

“Oh, just picking up a few things.  You?”

“Same thing.  I guess it’s kind of sad, huh?  That, you know, we’re here buying groceries on a Saturday night.”

“Yeah, I guess.”  She smiled at me and my stomach started doing flip-flops.  Why’d she have to be so pretty?

I guess my staring at her made her uncomfortable, because she looked away and ran a delicate hand through her striking blue hair.  I always looked forward to seeing what color she would dye it next.  She was so… cool.

“So…” she said finally, “how’d you do on that calculus test Monday?”

“Not bad.  I only got one of the bonus questions right though.  I was kind of hoping to get a perfect score,” I sighed.  “Oh well… maybe next time, right?”

Her eyes widened and I felt myself blush a little.

“Are you telling me, Chance Carmichael, that you only missed one question – a bonus question – and you’re upset about it?”

“But it was so easy!  When I got the test back I saw that I had made a stupid small mistake.  It’s frustrating,” I told her.

“Chance, you’re insane.  That test was hard.  I wish I had only missed one question.  I’m lucky that I’m even passing that class!”

She frowned and I could see that she thought I was bragging.

“Well,” I stumbled, trying to choose my words carefully, “I didn’t mean easy easy.  Yeah, it’s a tough class.  Maybe you need a little tutoring or something.”

“Hmmm,” she began, smiling, “if only I knew someone who was making near perfect scores on all of the tests.  Someone… someone who had enough free time that they could give me some help.  You wouldn’t happen to know anyone like that, would you Chance?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, okay, you’ve talked me into it.  We have a test Tuesday after next; you could come by the house a couple of times next week, and we’ll go over the material together.”

“That sounds great!  Maybe we’ll even have time to go over some last minute stuff next Friday.”

“Yeah, sure, next Friday,” I answered.  What the hell was next Friday?

“Well,” she said finally, “I’d better go.  See you Monday, okay?”

“Okay,” I replied in a daze.

As she walked away I tried my best not to stare, but failed.  My stomach’s flip-flops had grown into full blown somersaults as I thought about Lorie coming to my house, sitting at my table, asking for my help.  I was going to have to play it cool if I didn’t want her to realize how big of a crush I had on her.

It was going to be difficult, to say the least.


Mehrissa watched the boy walk up to the counter and purchase thirty Simoleans worth of frozen fatty foods.  When he had spoken with the girl She had heard his heart racing, and She found herself salivating over the sound.  He was so young and fresh – his skin would be so tender and easy to rip, his blood so sweet.

But something the girl said troubled Her.  Carmichael.  Where had She heard the name before?  It sounded so familiar… Carmichael.

As the boy exited the store it occurred to Mehrissa where She had heard the name.  Carmichael was the last name of the traitor that the High Elder had been searching for!  Could the boy be a relative?  Would sixteen years worth of searching finally be at an end?  It wouldn’t hurt to investigate, and if the name was just a coincidence, Mehrissa decided that the very worst thing would be that She would get to have an unexpected meal.  Which, of course, would only be bad for the boy.

She rushed outside to find the boy, but he was already gone.

“Damn!” she exclaimed.

But at least She had a lead.  The name Carmichael was something.  She had waited this long; She could wait a bit longer.


“You tell Ben, and I’ll call Jack and Oliver.  No, of course my stupid brother isn’t coming!  He’s probably planning on going with my parents to their robot thing anyway.  I’m not even going to bother telling him,” I spoke into the phone quietly.  If Chance found out there was going to be a party, he’d probably piss his pants and run to tell our parents.  I loved my brother, really I did, but when it came to social situations, he was a bit hopeless.

“Okay Vi, see you Monday,” I said before hanging up.

I gave myself a quick look in the mirror before heading to the kitchen.  Damn I look good. Chance would probably be back with the groceries by now; he was such a loser.  Sure, it was the weekend and I was home, but I had been on the phone with my friends all night.  Chance’s idea of a good time was moving his pawn to queen’s knight four.

As I entered the kitchen I could already smell the melting cheese and butter.

“For Christ’s sake, Chance,” I exclaimed, “Why do you always have to cook something fattening?”

I grabbed a bowl of mac and cheese and sat down across from my brother.  He was happily scarfing away, spraying noodles everywhere.

“Oink much?” I asked him.

“Shut up, Mi,” he replied sourly, “I’m starving.”

“Yeah, me too,” I replied before helping myself to a hearty spoonful.  I mentally calculated how many crunches I would have to do to work off one bowl of my brother’s cooking.

“You didn’t happen to get anything remotely healthy, did you?”

“Nah, I like my food to taste good,” he replied smugly with his mouth full.  “Hey!” he exclaimed.  “Do you like seafood?”

“Shut the hell up; that joke is so gross,” I groaned, rolling my eyes.  “How are you going to ever find a girlfriend if you insist on eating like that?”

“Who says I want a girlfriend?” he answered.

“Well, I just figured you might be lonely… considering the stack of Victoria’s Sim-Secret magazines you have hidden under your bed.”

“I do not!  And why have you been snooping in my room?!” he yelled.

I raised my eyebrows at him and he doubled over in a fit of laughter.

I allowed myself a chuckle at his expense.

After a few moments, his bowl emptied, he looked up at me and smiled a sneaky smile.  Great.  Now what does he want?

“So…”, he began slowly, “what’s going on next Friday night?”

I swallowed my half-chewed mouthful of mac and cheese and nearly choked.

Damn.  He knows.


“Why is it just sitting there?” I asked Roger nervously.  He had been working on this project for so long, I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t appreciate his hard work and determination.

“I haven’t activated it yet,” he answered.  He looked at me and smiled.  “Don’t worry Addie, all these years of me out here working on this damned thing haven’t been wasted.”

But the Servo wasn’t the only robot Roger had been working on, even if it was the one that he had spent the most time building.  He had amassed quite the collection of gadgets – each one with a specific function designed to help the average person in his or her day-to-day life.  There was a robot that watered plants and put out fires, a robot that guarded the home from unwanted visitors, a robot that cleaned, and Chance’s particular favorite, a robot that served junk food to its hungry master.  The Servo, Roger’s pride and joy, was the culmination of all of these things.  It was to be another member of the family… whenever Roger decided to finally turn the “damned thing” on.

“I’m tempted to activate it tonight, just to try it out before the expo – I’d hate to find out it doesn’t work in front of all those people,” he mumbled, almost to himself.

“About Friday night…” I began hesitantly, “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea leaving the kids here by themselves.”

Roger looked at me and rolled his eyes.

“Addie, they’re not babies any more.  Hell – they’re not even children!  You have to trust them sometime.”

“I know, I know,” I sighed.  “But maybe if we just hired someone for a couple of hours, you know, to come and check on them.”

Roger laughed and put his arms around me.

“Addie, they’ll be okay.  I promise.  Chance has got a good head on his shoulders, and Mi…Mi…” he trailed off.

“Exactly,” I replied.

“No, no… we’re going to go out Friday night.  And we’re leaving the kids at home.  Alone.  This is my big chance, Addie; I’ve worked so hard for this for so many years.  And even if we come home and Mi’s set the place on fire, if we sell one Servo it will all be worth it.”

I looked up into my husband’s eyes and smiled.  He was right.

“But that girl better not set the house on fire,” I said before giving him a quick kiss, “or I’ll put her over my knee like she’s ten years old.”


“Are you going to tell me or what?” my brother whined at me while I prepared myself for bed.  He’d been pestering me all night, and so far I’d avoided answering him.  First, the phone rang (of course it was for me – thank God), then Mom and Dad came in and started watching television.  Finally, I’d gone to the bathroom to begin my nightly bed time ritual and he practically ran to follow me!

“Tell me!” he whispered as I started closing the door – he had quickly jammed his foot between the door and the frame to prevent me from doing so.

“I’ll tell you this,” I hissed at him, “if you don’t let me close this fucking door I’m going to piss all over your foot!”

When I finally opened the door, he had gone to his room and turned out his light.  I went into my own room, and as I settled into bed, I felt a wave of guilt rush over me.  Why couldn’t I tell Chance about the party?  Dad and I were always saying how he needed more friends.  Mom, on the other hand, thought that I could learn a few things from “Mr. Boy Wonder” (as I called him) and stay home more and focus on school work.  Pfft, as if, I laughed to myself.  I made okay grades… after all, a C is average, and average is good, right?

I reached over and turned out my light.  What harm would it do to invite Chance? And besides, what if he wasn’t going with Mom and Dad to their robot expo thing?  How in the hell would I get him out of the house?  That was it.  I had no choice but to let him in on it.  I drifted off to sleep feeling quite good about myself.

But I didn’t get the chance to tell him about it on Sunday, because he avoided me all day.  Finally, on Monday after coming home from school and changing out of my private school uniform, I decided that it was now or never.  I knocked on his door and waited for him to answer.

“What?” he asked from his room.  I opened the door and waited for him to look up before speaking… which he never did.

“Chance…” I began.

“Not now, Mi, I’ve got a lot of homework,” he sighed, making a grand gesture with his hands.

“You didn’t even bother to change!” I said to him mockingly.

“Well, to some people school and grades are important.  I want to get into a good college, and coming home and dilly-dallying for six hours isn’t the way to do it.”

“Dilly-dallying?  God, you sound so much like Mom.”

“Mom’s a smart woman.”

“She’s also a living corpse.”

Chance looked up and frowned.  “That wasn’t very nice, Mi.”

“I know, I know… but I want to talk to you about something, and it’s kind of hard to do if you insist on being a little bitch.”

He threw his pencil on the table and got up from his desk.  “Fine,” he growled, “what do you want?”

I leaned in close to him and whispered, “It’s about Friday.  I’ve thought it over, and decided… well, that you should come.  To the party.  That me and my friends are having.  Here.”

His face split with a grin and he began rubbing his hands together menacingly.

“Do Mom and Dad know about this party?”

“No!  And you’re not going to tell them if you want your manhood, as small and sad as it might be, to remain attached to your body.  Understood?”  I finished the threat by shaking my fist in his direction.

“Okay, okay,” he choked out as he began to laugh.  “Who all is coming, besides Lorie?”

“Just a few people.  No more than four or five.  We’re just going to have some sodas, maybe order a pizza… you like pizza, right?”

“You know I do,” he said stretching his back.

“When did Lorie tell you?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“I ran into her while I was out getting groceries.  She didn’t actually tell me there was a party, but she said that maybe we could have an extra tutoring session on Friday night, seeing that she was already going to be over here.”

“You little sneak!” I squealed as I grabbed him and forced him into a headlock.  “You didn’t even know there was a party!”

“Mi,” he wheezed, “let me go or -“

“Or what?” I interrupted.  “You’ll tell Mom?  Dad?  Lorie?  If you want, I can tell her about how you’re so weak I’m able to pin you, or about how you write poetry about her many hair colors!” I laughed as I began to give him one hell of a noogie.

“Don’t!  Don’t tell her!”

“Okay,” I said, finally releasing him.  “But you can’t tell Mom and Dad.  And no stupid jokes at the party.  None of that ‘seafood’ shit.  Got it?”

“Got it,” he replied begrudgingly, as he rubbed his tender scalp.

The rest of the week was no problem.  Chance was even more of a little bitch than usual, seeing that Lorie had to work all week after school and never came by for tutoring, but he never said one word to Mom or Dad about the party.  Then, Friday night was upon us, and Mom and Dad were going out.

“Are you sure that you kids are going to be alright?” Mom asked one more time.

“Come on, Addie – we’ve got to go or we’ll be late!” Dad said, checking his watch… again.

“We’ll be fine, Mom… Chance’ll probably spend the whole night stuffing his face and I’m just going to lay around.  Cramps, you know?” I said as I grabbed my stomach in feigned agony.

“Oh… okay then,” she replied quietly.  I knew Mom didn’t like to talk about “such things” and any referral I made to matters of sex or the human reproductive system made her uneasy.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, they had all of the robots loaded in the car and they were pulling out of the drive.

“Finally,” I sighed.  “I thought they’d never leave!”

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15 Responses to “Chapter 5”

  1. 5 September 2009 at 7:30 pm

    Yay! Still all good and cool.

    I like Chance the best, I think.

    Hmm, wonder what Mehrissa is up to?

    • 5 September 2009 at 7:33 pm

      Thanks Misty!

      I’m going to try and stay completely neutral as to who is my favorite. At times Chance is my fave, and then other times Mi is. LOL

      As for Mehrissa… I can’t say! 😛

  2. 3 lexysims
    6 September 2009 at 12:16 am




  3. 5 hazelred
    7 September 2009 at 12:45 pm

    I have to say when i saw that there was an update i did actually squeel! my favourite stories back and better than ever! 😀
    The shot of Chance and Lori’s first kiss was amazing. That and well mostly every other shot aswell 🙂 you do have a flair for picture taking. I bet it took forever though. The decorating too, ohh only if i had your graphics :)ok i’ll stop now 🙂

    I really enjoyed the dialogue too. Some of your phrases made me laugh out loud it was so fitting.

    Those kids grew up well didn’t they. I have to say Chance is earning my alligience a bit…(isnt he just the spitting image of addie!)
    Oooo im having suspicisions about some of the characters (cough cough Toby cough cough) and im going to be interested in how Mi handles it 😉

    Fantastic work sorry about the fan girl spasm comment 😀

    bb xxx

    • 7 September 2009 at 4:31 pm

      Ha ha – thanks Sadie. 🙂

      Chance and Lorie are pretty cute together, aren’t they? The nerdy boy and the ultra-hip and cool girl… LOL It was hard not to take a bunch of pictures of them and spam up the chapter with their cuteness.

      I’m glad you liked the dialogue! I always have a good time writing banter between characters, and Mi and Chance are no exception; in fact, I may like writing for them more because he’s so innocent and she enjoys dropping f-bombs around him because she knows it makes him nervous! LOL She is like Roger where he’s like Addie. I love that about them. 🙂

      I can’t really say whether Toby is to be trusted or not. Sorry! Readers find out when characters find out… tee hee. 😛

      Thanks again!

  4. 7 MiEhrynn
    11 September 2009 at 3:33 pm

    Oh my gosh. *Fangirl squeal* This was just too awesome. Such great pictures. I can’t wait for the behind-the-scenes. I have to say, my favourite is when Lorie and Chance are sitting together and ‘no words are necessary’ it’s just so… awwwwwwwwwww. What a pose! How’d you get that?!

    I love the way the characters developped, and how they are so absolutely different from one another. I was kind of sad because I figured this chapter would have quite a bit less of Addie and Roger and quite a bit more regarding Chance and Mireille, but it was just so wonderful. Like a bowl of hot cocoa on a winter day.

    Looking forward to more!

    • 12 September 2009 at 6:04 pm

      Thanks Mi! The picture you’re referring to was only possible with a posebox (found here at the Sims Cave – you’ll have to register to see the post if you don’t already have an account) and a few OMSP’s (to get Chance and Lorie at just the right level). I was so excited to use that pose, because when I took the picture (months and months and months ago) the posebox had just come out and I hadn’t seen anyone else use it yet. Now I’ve seen it a few places and I’m sort of pissed at myself that I had to wait so long to release the chapter (nothing like a good, hearty “FIRST!!!” LOL). Damn it. I do love that pose though… and that picture has to be one of my favorites from the whole chapter, and possibly one of my favorites from the entire story so far! 😀

      They are very different, aren’t they? When they were kids it was kind of hard to develop their characters, and at that point it was still all about Adelaide and Roger. But now… it’s all about the kids. Which is sad for me, because I absolutely LOVE Addie (and Roger too, but to a lesser extent), but the transition needed to happen. I’m glad that Chance and Mimi are strong enough characters that you don’t miss Addie quite so much, well, at least, that’s how it is for me. Eventually I’ll have to phase Addie and Roger out of the story completely, and that will definitely be hard for me to do. But… I’m hoping the story lines I have planned for Chance and Mireille will be enough that it will be okay that they are gone. But that’s not for a while yet. 😛

  5. 9 BOREDcentre
    27 September 2009 at 8:37 pm

    holy this was really good… i was really likin the part when chance got the girl… lol its been so long since the last chapter… whats it been like a year? sorry but its sooo good and ive been waiting sooo long

    • 27 September 2009 at 11:30 pm

      Thanks! I think Lorie and Chance make a cute couple myself. 😛

      Not a year, but it certainly felt that way, didn’t it? It was more like six months. I just got mired down in real life stuff. I hated being away from the story for that long (which I wasn’t really “away” from it that whole time, but still). Glad you decided to stick with me! 🙂

  6. 28 May 2010 at 9:34 pm

    woo the dogs eyes are shining….you should make the boy into a werewolf :o.. but not that weird werewolf from the gfame i mean where they turn into a full fledged wolf but still have a human brain and full controll :O also pasha should come back XD i REALLY love the story :3 im your SECOND BIGGEST fan! hehe please write back 😛

    • 13 June 2010 at 12:18 am

      Hmm… I want to respond so bad about all the werewolf and wolf stuff… but I just can’t! LOL Sorry! You’ll just have to wait for future chapters, I guess (which hopefully won’t be like, ten years from now!). 😛

      As for Pasha… he’s not coming back. The character is as dead as dead can be, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s out of the picture. *is sneaky*

      Thanks for the compliment and I hope I won’t keep you waiting too much longer for the next chapter! 🙂

  7. 22 October 2010 at 8:29 am

    Uuuh, could I be right about Pasha?? 😀
    I like Chance. He’s great. It’s wonderful how you take your time with the characters so we can get to love them and understand them entirely. Well , vampires, servos, wolfs, fascination for extraterrestrial life, this is getting better and better 🙂

    • 22 October 2010 at 1:35 pm

      The zombie is not Pasha. But that’s a good guess! I’m actually working on the plot of a mini chapter concerning the zombie’s origins. I don’t know when I’ll actually get around to taking pictures for that story arc, but it is something I want to do soon.

      And thanks again for all of the compliments! I would like to respond further, but Andy is eating his hand so I guess it’s time to put the lap top down and pick the baby up! LOL Hopefully I will get to finish my response when he takes his next nap!

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