We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched a foreign land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died alone, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world

The Man Who Sold the World – David Bowie

*****

I went around the corner to use her phone, but I couldn’t help but secretly stand in the doorway and watch her dumbly suck her fingers.  I prayed like mad that she would say yes; that she would let me move in and protect her.  But I know that look… she’s not sure, scared almost.  And she has a good reason to be.  I am not a man to be trusted.

I stepped further into Adelaide’s hallway and hesitated before picking up the phone.  I could do this.  Yes, she was my friend, and yes, maybe my feelings for her had developed into more than friendship, but I had a job to do.  When the Elders said “jump” you asked “how high?”.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number for the local pizza joint.  The repetitive ring on the other end put me into something of a trance.  I was lost in thought… in memory… the memory of the night I was told to kill Adelaide.

The evening was like any other, I sat alone in my dark apartment watching television.  I had been flipping channels for over an hour before finally settling on some two star movie that was guaranteed to be broadcast with limited commercial interruptions (which, judging by this particular channel, meant only every eight minutes as apposed to the regular four).  Cable TV: two hundred channels and all of it shit.  I had just fed the night before, so I wasn’t really thinking about food or anything at all.  I was content to let my mind wander, only half paying attention to the television.  I suddenly became aware of a pounding on my apartment door, which was rather loud and sure to earn me a few nasty looks from the neighbors.  I jumped up and ran to the door.  There was no telling how long the knocking had been going on, and I knew the sooner I answered it, the better.

I opened the door and I swear to God, there was no one there.  I looked down the hall, both ways, and there wasn’t a soul in sight.

“Alright jackass,” I said to no one, hoping that my attitude would scare off the pranksters.

I stepped out into the hallway a little and was blasted with the foulest odor I have ever smelled.  I nearly gagged as I reached for the doorknob.

But I didn’t get the door closed in time.  Something struck me hard.  I was thrown back into my apartment.  It had been a long time since anyone had overpowered me, so needless to say, I was stunned.  The horrible smell grew stronger.  Something, or someone, had hit me on the head pretty damn hard, and I could feel my consciousness slipping away from me.

My vision grew blurry, and just before I passed out I looked up and saw this… face.  The thing bared its teeth and reached out for me just as everything went black.

When I came to I was on the floor of a dimly lit dungeon.  And more than that, I was imprisoned.  I stood up and wavered for a moment, my head still reeling from the blow.  I shook it off and reached for the bars.  I grabbed them and tried to pry them apart, but to no avail.  Whatever they were constructed of was strong enough to hold a vampire.  My stomach went cold as I realized: this prison was tailor-made to hold someone like me.  I tried to relax, to allow my emotions and thoughts to become nothing, so that I could turn myself to mist and escape.  But being imprisoned isn’t something that you can just ignore.  My mind was unable to let go, and add to that the pain from being knocked on the head, and my escape plan was rendered useless.

“Hey!  Let me out of here!” I yelled, and my voice echoed off the stone walls.  I rattled my cage a bit more and waited.  Someone must have wanted me pretty badly, I just didn’t know who.  But I was about to find out.

The smell from my apartment hallway returned, and once again I choked on the foul air.  I listened, and I heard the sound of approaching footsteps.  But they weren’t your ordinary footsteps.  They came closer: step, slide – step, slide.  I gagged again as the smell grew worse.  The footsteps were closer.  And then I saw… it.

“Geez man, what the hell happened to you?” I asked, holding my nose.

“Gnnnnn,” it replied.

“You put me in here?”

“Gnnnnn.”

The thing came closer, reached for the door of my prison and pulled it right off.

“Gnnnn,” it moaned, and then beckoned me to follow.

“Alright, but I’m staying back.  You smell, bud.”

I followed the creature as it led me down the dark underground alley.

The thing led me around countless corners, and I’m sure that if I had been left to find my own way that I wouldn’t have been able to do it.  Finally, we reached the end of the tunnel, and at the very end stood a group of finely dressed vampires.  I knew they were vampires of course, because I couldn’t smell their blood and my trained ear was unable to detect a heartbeat.  That’s the thing about spending time with the living: every public place sounds like a chorus of drum beats.  It gets hard to pick out the one person who doesn’t have a pulse, but in a situation like this, where no one has a pulse, the silence can be deafening.

But as we, the creature and I, came closer, I could hear that they were talking.  No, not talking – arguing.

“But We don’t know him from Adam,” said one of the men.  The capitalization of the word “we” was exact.  There was only one group that referred to Themselves in such a way – the Elders!

“Yes, that’s true.  But I think he can be trusted,” said one of the women.

“And what if You’re wrong?” growled the other man.

“Does it matter?  He can be disposed of… quite easily,” whispered the other female.  She turned toward me as she said this, and I felt myself flinch. Her voice tickled something inside of me. A memory long repressed.

“You!” she called out, pointing to the thing beside me.  “Bring him forward.”

The creature reached out and threw me onto the floor in front of him.

“Easy!” yelled the blond female.  “You stupid brute!  I said he was to be unharmed.  Worthless construct…” she growled.

“I’ll bet you broke the damn door too, didn’t you?” said the other female to the creature behind me.

“Of course he did,” said the dark man as he crossed his arms over his chest.  “He doesn’t know his own strength.”

“Or smell,” choked the other man.

I began to pick myself up off the ground when the blond female stepped forward and pointed at me.

“Who said you could stand?” she growled.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.  “Why have you brought me here?”

“The Elders have a job for you.  We would like you to get rid of someone for Us.”

“Of course Mistress.  Whatever You say.”

Oh, I knew who she was. But she was playing the stranger game, so I played along.

“She’s like us.  So it won’t be easy.  But… I’m sure you’ll think of something,” she said with a smirk.

“Another vampire?  You want me to kill one of our own kind?”

“Does this trouble you?” she asked.

“Well, yes.  I thought it was forbidden to kill one of our own.” I said with a defiant smirk.

“So, you know the laws of the land.  Good.  But, that means that you also know that you can not refuse Us.”

“Yes… I suppose.  How will I find her?”

“You will know her.  She roams the streets at night, feeding without caution.  She threatens our way of life.  Above all else, our existence thrives on secrecy.  She is reckless, and therefore must be destroyed.”

“Is that all?  Couldn’t someone just talk to her?  Explain that-“

“Silence!  No more of your questions!” interrupted the dark man with a shout.

“I told You this was a stupid idea,” said the other male.

“No, he’ll do it.  Won’t you?” said the blond to me. The candlelight made Her black eyes sparkle with a secret knowing. She had been in the dark for too long.

“Yes, of course Mistress.”

I couldn’t refuse her. She was an Elder, and more importantly, Her blood held power over mine.

“See,” she said turning to the other Elders, “even one as new as he understands.  We are not to be trifled with.”

“Take him away,” laughed the dark haired female to the creature.  The Elders gathered back into their group and were talking hurriedly in low voices.  I stood up and brushed myself off.

“Oh, and zombie,” called the blond, “take a damn bath before you come back, will you?”

The Elders fell over Themselves laughing, and once again I was struck with unbelievable force (this time on the back of my head).  Their laughter echoed around me as I blacked out for the second time that night.

When I came to, I was back in my own apartment and it was nearly sunrise.  I took a quick shower and put on my pajamas.  I had less than an hour before daylight, and I considered working on the computer I was building.  I needed something to take my mind off the events of the evening.  But instead I just sat on my bed and wondered how I would find this vampire the Elders wanted me to get rid of.  Why did They ask me?  They were considered to be all-powerful, so why didn’t They just take care of it Themselves?  Why couldn’t someone just explain to her, this reckless vampire, that she couldn’t kill as she pleased… maybe she didn’t know the rules.  I was sure that she could be reasoned with.  It didn’t have to come to murder. I’ve killed on command before but I’m no assassin.

All of these thoughts were running through my head as I sensed the sun rising outside of my window-less bedroom.  I fell asleep.

The next evening I rose and dressed and set out to find my target.  She was easier to find than I thought she would be, which was a bad sign.  The Elders were right – she was dangerous.  She sat at the other end of the bar and made no effort to hide her disgust for the living.  She had ordered a drink, and even though she thought no one was looking, I know I was not the only one who saw her take several sips and spit it back into the glass.  The bartender gave her a disgusted look as she rose, following a young couple outside.  I followed, and witnessed what the Elders had spoke of.  She killed the young woman, and then toyed with the man before taking his life as well.  She made no effort to dispose of the bodies, just leaving them to rot on the sidewalk.  I didn’t want to kill her, but it was apparent that she was a threat.

I followed her to a small shack on the edge of town, intent on killing her when she laid down for the day.  The sky was beginning to lighten, and I knew I didn’t have much time.  I watched her go inside and was overcome.  She was so lonely, so sad, and very attractive.  The way she had toyed with the young man before she took his life… it was beautiful in a way, and I felt it was evidence that there was something deeper… she wasn’t just a ruthless killer.  She was in pain, and her pleasure was making others feel that pain.  I couldn’t just kill her – I had to find out more about her.  I told myself that if I got to know her, and could find no redeeming qualities, that I would dispose of her as I was charged.

While it’s true that a vampire can not come inside a house without an invitation, it’s a handy little secret that this only applies to houses of the living.  I stood at the door of this sad, strange vampire’s house, and allowed myself to turn to mist.  I went down into her basement, and found that she slept in a coffin.  I laughed a bit to myself, and decided to wait there, so that I could speak with her when she awoke.  And when that time came, she was more lovely – more full of sadness and longing – than I had first thought.  I spent the evening with her, talking with her and showing her some of the advances people had made over the last one hundred years.  Adelaide’s tale was short, and while I suspected that there was more to it than what she was willing to share, I believed her.  Of course she didn’t know the rules, she had been locked away for most of her vampire life!  Why the one who made her never shared these things with her, I was unaware.  But I felt that if someone, maybe me, could teach her, then maybe the Elders wouldn’t find it so damn important to do away with her.  I promised to visit her again.

But I didn’t go back to see Adelaide for nearly a month.  I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  On one hand, I wanted to see her, to talk with her and show her things that made her eyes go wide in such a lovely way, and on the other hand, I knew that if I returned that it would be dangerous for both of us.  Dangerous for her, because, well, I had been told to kill her, and dangerous for me because I knew that I was being watched.  If I didn’t kill Adelaide soon, the Elders would be coming after me instead.

But as luck would have it, Ivy gave me a reason to go back to Adelaide’s shack.  We had been seeing each other for a couple of months, and while I knew she wanted more from me than I was willing (and able) to give, I’ve always had a hard time saying “no” to a woman.  When Ivy called me, and begged me to take her out for the evening, I saw it as a way to gain Adelaide’s trust.  There are few things that bond vampires together like feeding from the same person.  I liked Ivy, but she was superficial and could be down-right annoying at times.  And of course, she was alive.  I agreed to take her out, but on the condition that we make a stop on the way.

“Ugh,” groaned Ivy, “this place is so gross.  Why the heck are we here anyway?”

“We’re here to see a friend of mine.  I told you.”

“But, this place…” she said looking at the derelict porch and frowning.

She came over to me and began to caress my shoulder and arm.

“I can think of ten thousand other things I’d rather do tonight,” she purred.

I pushed her away and continued knocking on Adelaide’s door.  I could see her inside, scrubbing away at the accumulated filth.

“Come on Ivy, we won’t be here long,” I said.

“You are such a tease!” she said, turning away from me.

Adelaide continued to clean, and I was tired of waiting – I was getting hungry and Ivy was getting on my nerves.  I knew that if Adelaide had seen us waiting, she would have let us in, which was all the invitation I needed.  I opened the door and let Ivy and myself inside.  Adelaide greeted us warmly, and gladly accepted the gift I had brought for her… both of them.

Ivy’s presence was quite useful, and the shared draining of her blood was just what I needed to get on Adelaide’s good side once and for all.  But… some things you just can’t plan.

After a long night in gaseous form, I took the liberty of drawing myself a bath in Adelaide’s tub.  She was still asleep, and judging by the muffled moans coming from her coffin, she was dreaming.  For a vampire to dream is unheard of, so I chose not to disturb her.  But she certainly disturbed me.  What kind of vampire was she?  She could explain away her ignorance of the laws with the fact that she was shut away for the majority of her vampiric existence, but to dream?  All vampires have gifts; some can turn to mist (like me), some have the ability to take on the appearance of dark creatures (such as wolves, bats, and rodents), many have the ability to bend the minds and hearts of the living to their will, and a few are able to appear any age they wish, but dreaming… vampires are dead, pure and simple.  The dead do not dream.

But one thing the dead can do is be caught naked.  I hadn’t even heard Adelaide approaching, so when she opened the door and saw me all I could do was yell for her to close it.  This was bad, and I knew it.  If Adelaide ever thought I had planned for this to happen, it would make her lose all the trust in me that I had worked so hard to gain.  I still had a job to do, and even though I considered Adelaide a friend, I was constantly aware that fact.  But she took it surprisingly well, and mistook my disheartenment for modesty.

When I returned home that evening, I was greeted by the putrid smell that I had come to think of as “zombie stench”.  The Elders were indeed watching me, and They had sent Their construct to check up on me.  I had to move faster if I was going to get the job done before They decided I was the one They wanted gone.

I spent the next couple of months getting into Adelaide’s head.  But a funny thing happened: she got into mine as well.  She revealed to me what had happened to her creator.  I felt bad for her – for her loss, but I also felt guilty about the task I had been sent there to perform.  And another part of me, a part that is rarely used, felt… jealous.  Her creator, Pasha, had made her and left her to fend for herself.  If he had really had cared for her, why didn’t they run away together while they had the chance?  It wasn’t fair, and I was going to have to clean up the mess he had made.  And even after all that she still loved him!  I can only imagine how full of life Adelaide was before she was turned, and to turn one so innocent and then just leave them… it’s a damn shame is what it is.  I told myself I would never do that to her.  And then I realized, oh yeah, I’m just gonna kill her.  I was torn.

And the little things she did, oh how they drove me mad.  I felt a jolt – a spark – something! – when she touched me.  It had been years since the touch of a woman had generated a response in my body.  And then the way she looked at me as she brought that dainty finger to her mouth!  It was very difficult to keep my focus.

“Amber, we got another prank call,” said the voice on the other end of the line.

Damn!  The pizza!  Talk about losing your focus…

“Oh sorry!” I managed to get out before they hung up.  “Bad connection.  Delivery please.”

And so we dined.  I watched Adelaide drink from the man, and I couldn’t help but feel a sort of… longing; in my soul and my flesh.  The way she held his head, her soft lips on his throat… and when she looked up at me with a smile, her teeth and chin stained with crimson, my knees almost buckled.  I had held her once…

She had given me a gift.  She wanted to show me gratitude for being her friend.  We hugged, and as we pulled away, there was this moment… I was overcome with my desire for her.

It was all I could do to not take her in my arms and bring her lips to mine.  I wanted to hold her, kiss her, run my hands through her long black hair.

Oh and the guilt!  I knew I should have knelt down, told her the truth of why I was there and begged for her forgiveness.  In my wildest dreams she’d accept my apology and tell me that it didn’t matter – that she loved me and everything would be okay.  We’d run away together, somewhere away from other vampires, a place where’d the Elders would never find us.

But I did neither of these things.  I tried, God knows I did.

“Adelaide…” I began.  I wanted to spill my guts about everything.

Her actions cut me off.  She pulled away and gingerly held my hand.  I thanked her again for the beautiful painting.  I realized then that I had found that redeeming quality I had been searching for in Adelaide, my excuse to spare her life: her ability to be loved.  By me.

“Roger!  Are you even listening?” she asked, laughing.

I stood in her living room, knuckling my back.

“Huh?” I asked.

“I said,” she giggled, “that you can move in.  I’ve decided.”

I was thrilled.

“You mean it?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” she asked with a smile.

“That’s great!  Thanks so much Adelaide… you have no idea what this means to me,” I told her.

And she didn’t.  She was saving me from the Elders.  If They had wanted to get rid of her so badly, why didn’t They just do it Themselves?  I had been asking myself that question for months, and I was finally sure that I had an answer: because They didn’t know how to find her.  And with my help, I was sure she had become increasingly difficult to find.  No one knew of her house, and most of the people we had killed weren’t “important” enough to demand an investigation.  Pizza boys run away all the time.  If delivering hot circles of garbage for two simoleons an hour was your job, wouldn’t you run away?  And Ivy… well, she had always talked about moving away and becoming an actress.  I’m sure whoever cared for her (if anyone did) must have assumed she had finally done it.  And the bodies had been disposed of so neatly!

“My turn to clean up,” said Adelaide in a sing-song voice.  She began to hum to herself as she dragged the now-lifeless body of our latest victim towards the door.  I watched her, and wondered if I would ever be able to tell her how close she came to being destroyed.  She’d probably find out someday.  Maybe the Elders would leave her alone now that she wasn’t so much of a threat, but They would certainly be coming for me.  If I turned up dead she’d have questions.

Even with all of these dreadful thoughts running through my mind, I left Adelaide’s house and returned home with a smile on my face.  She was safe, at least for now.  I didn’t care what happened to me – but as long as she was safe… that’s all that mattered.

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17 Responses to “Chapter 2”


  1. 1 helenaxfrank
    20 September 2008 at 2:18 pm

    OHMIGOD!!!!!! NOOOO!!!! *cries* I need more!

  2. 20 September 2008 at 3:04 pm

    Ha ha! Thanks. I’m hoping that I can get to work soon on the next installment… which will most likely be a side-story thing… about who I can not say. 😛

  3. 3 Kate
    23 September 2008 at 6:18 pm

    OMG.
    I can’t wait until you get the next part out, I am sooooo waiting to read more 😀

    Lovelove this story, keep writing ❤

  4. 4 Anissa
    19 October 2008 at 9:05 am

    I love the story so far. (: But I can’t help but hate Roger, and hope that he’s dead. :x. (; Porsha FTW!

  5. 5 Anissa
    19 October 2008 at 9:06 am

    O_O Oh my God. *Pasha. I’m so sorry for misspelling that.

  6. 21 October 2008 at 3:46 am

    Thank you both for your wonderful comments! LOL @ the misspell (Anissa). I hope to have the side-story out before the end of the month… I got big-time sidetracked by Puzzle Quest. I can’t lie though – it felt good to have a small break. But I’m ready to get back to work now! As for chapter three… I’m really wanting to get to work on it, but I think it would be best (for me) if I finished up the side-story first (it’s the kind of person I am – if I set a project aside in favor of another, I never pick the first project back up – my half painted walls can attest to that). So the resolution for the cliffhanger will take a bit longer I’m afraid! Mwuhahaha!

  7. 7 Linda
    11 December 2008 at 9:52 am

    WOAH!! What the hey happened?? Is Roger dead???? Hmmm….I can’t wait to read more!!! I guess I am one for trying to read between lines, looking for underlying meanings and hints. Take the ax from this girl now before she goes after something or someone else!! I guess if I were Roger and had to look at the dead fiance’s picture while I was trying to- well- you know, at least she realized that. (I know he did it to protect her though) Try having to look at the first wife’s furniture… poor Roger. I like both characters. I feel sorry for both of them. Just totally gross when they “feed”… GAG!!!!
    This connects well with what you have already written! Great job!!

  8. 13 March 2009 at 10:42 am

    OK, so I read this last night, but didn’t comment for fear that I would not be able to control myself and I would end up on the next chapter when I should have been asleep.

    I had the oddest dream last night, and though I don’t know what it was about, I’m sure it was influenced by the vivid pictures you use. There doesn’t seem to be any words I can use to describe them, but they’re perfect. I notice you use a lot of Maxis match CC, and it looks like you have a lighting mod, and plus, the way you set your pictures up, it’s a very unique style.

    I think the pictures might have creeped me out last night. XD

    The elder vampires have me quite curious. It also makes me wonder if any of Pasha’s family are alive. His sister had been so kind, I wonder if she would help. Plus Pasha mentioned blood rites, and I’m still curious about that.

    Don’t know how long I’ll have to wait to read the next part. Gah. Oops, sorry this comment became so long. ^^;

    • 13 March 2009 at 6:19 pm

      We all have to sleep sometime! 🙂 I can tell you about some weird dreams… I had the flu really bad a month or so ago, and one night I ended up dreaming about Adelaide. It was sooooo real feeling. I wrote up this really long description at boolprop, and even though it all took place over a month ago, I can still remember the dream as clearly as if I had had it yesterday! Maybe I should add “may induce weird dreams if read before going to sleep” to the list of warnings before each chapter! And yes, I do have a lighting mod, and I also use a camera mod. As for my downloads, I don’t really set out to download Maxis-match, but it seems that lately I’ve been getting a lot of it. And now I have almost all of the SPs (and all of the EPs), so I find myself using some of that stuff just because it’s “new”. LOL Really, I just set out to download what looks good in my game, and what I think is well made. And some things are really well made (like DR skin tones and eyes), but they just don’t suit my Sims. I put one of those really popular skins on my saved copy of Adelaide in BS and it didn’t even look like her! It didn’t look bad, it just didn’t look like her. I can appreciate the hard work, skill, and pure talent that goes into making some of those things, but it’s just not something I can use. My downloads folder is 6.22 GB (compressorized), so while it may seem that I download indiscriminately, I’m actually rather picky. LOL (It would probably be more if I put back in my folder full of Victorian clothes I downloaded for the Prologue – I zipped that whole folder up seeing that I’m not playing that neighborhood.)

      Ahh, the Elders. We haven’t seen the last of them I’m afraid, and that’s all I can say about that. 😛 Really, I can say no more.

      Long comments are love, so there is no need to apologize! 😀

  9. 10 Wonders..WTF..hehheh
    27 July 2009 at 1:17 pm

    *shakes* danm you Elders..*hides*..umm..hehheh..Oh Roger what in the world are you going to do?…if you kill Adelaide I will rip your heart out :)..and Ivy..snobby little girl..WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL HER!? 😦 … god I’m cunserning about something that is usless *cries* why am I so sensitive!?..I have to say I’m kinda un-confterble with Roger *gets emberssed* dang this habbit -.- .Now back to what I was saying..DANM YOU ELDERS!
    well atlest stop with the mad plan to kill Adelaide,shes a great girl and you know what even if she makes the Vampire life to be at stake…oh who cares!? people may be hunting them but they have more strengh..more ability..more..okay I think you get it -.- .Now again I’m feeling real about a book again *shakes head* god what is wroung with me!?
    I am just so affraid about Adelaide..and lets see about Roger..go to hell if its for Adelaide!! D:< !!So in other words..ehh Roger get a hair cut and..hehheh live if you can -.- …if you make Adelaide feel bad..ohh crak your bones and pack your bags to hell -.- ..there I go again..*shakes head* argh danm this habbit..And when she kissed him
    I was thinking…ADELAIDE NOT AGAIN!!!!…anyways I love her ever lasting love for delivering men and also sucking her finger prosess *appluses 6846748674867348 times* dang it I'm crying *cries* to much emotions..*shakes head*..dang I love this book 😀

  10. 11 Wonders..WTF..hehheh
    27 July 2009 at 1:19 pm

    *cries* dang em Elders *makes a stern face* … anyways *appluses* LOVE THIS BOOK!!!
    *cries* dang I’m sensitive *shakes head*

  11. 12 Wonders..WTF..hehheh
    27 July 2009 at 1:22 pm

    the last comment I made didn’t get here..*shakes head* ehh I guess it
    was way to long or something..*cries* dang this habbit!!..I’m soo senstive sorry *shakes head*..anyways I’m unconfterble with Roger..dang that long hair *shakes head* anyways
    I LOVE THIS BOOK!! *kisses* dang I wish it had more chapters *shakes head* I think I read everything here …ehhh loving books contrallying me *laughes* oh hehheh..

  12. 20 October 2010 at 9:02 pm

    It’s almost morning now and I have to sleep but I can’t stop reading 😀 and I wouldn’t mind dreaming of Adelaide anyway :)) she’s a great character… Can’t wait to see how she and Roger end up, ’cause I just know he ain’t dead. But I’ll continue reading later… when I wake up. Oh, and I know that you wrote this, well, two years ago and the story goes on already on the next pages but, before I go on, I just have to say this: That zombie is Pasha! I think. Just wanted to say it 😀 Oh, and I like Roger very much, alot more than Pasha; he is a great friend and he truly loves Addie. I am just concerned about what will happen when she finds out about the elders and the plot… I fear these “surprise” reactions situations… 😛

  13. 20 June 2012 at 8:48 pm

    Literally fell onto this and I’m loving it. Your writing is wonderful, emotional and thought provoking. I love the characters. Why do I have the felling the Elders are frightened of Adalaide and Pasha being a zombie was a shock.

    • 21 June 2012 at 2:37 am

      Keep reading – Pasha is NOT the zombie. 🙂 As for the Elders being afraid of Adelaide… there’s more to come in the later chapters concerning that, and it’s a BIG part of the chapter I am currently working on.

      And thank you for the lovely comment!

  14. 16 toniad31
    29 January 2013 at 11:59 pm

    Came across this by accident but I am loving it. Its a lot different that other legacy stories I’ve read and its really great. I am almost onto chapter 3 and can’t wait to see what happens.


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Welcome to my blog! My name is Robin and I have been playing The Sims 2 since it was first released (September 13 2004 - technically it came out on the 14, but I had preordered it from EB Games so I got it a day early). Before that, I had been playing original Sims game since... 2000? 2001? I'm not quite sure, but I do remember having to wait for Hot Date to be released. So yeah, I've been playing Sims for years.

This blog, Shadows and Blood, is the home of my legacy (and sometimes some real life stuff too). What is a legacy? Oh, just look at my "Site-ations" list and you'll find a link. I don't have a link to the official site because it fails and I am against it (hence putting my story here, rather than on my Simpage).

So yeah, sit back and read my story. Tell me what you think (unless you think it blows - in that case, don't let the browser hit you in the ass on the way out... jk) or just stop by and say hello. Unlike my Sims, I don't bite.

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