Welcome back to The Devereaux Legacy.
"Underdog" is the theme for this chapter as it
covers a lot of Savannah's (Generation 2
spare) life, as well as addressing Sebastian
who until recently was to be the Generation
Due to Lillian's actions of becoming a truly
evil witch, Ansley, Sebastian and Lillian's
emotionally distant mother, disowned Lillian
and kicked her out of the house.
Lillian has since vowed vengeance...as evil
people have a tendency to do.
Sebastian watched as his sister flew off on her
broom, his hand rising to his mouth to stifle
his dismayed gasp. Before the implications
began to register in his mind, Sebastian
looked over at his mother who was sitting on
the ground sobbing.
Sebastian had never seen his mother in this
manner before. Something asserted itself
inside of him as he took a deep breath and
went to comfort his mother. He was almost a
man now, and apparently the new heir. He
needed to take control of the situation.
Across town, Savannah Devereaux was also
hearing some distressing news.
However, the news she was hearing had
nothing to do with her wayward niece.
"Oh, God...no! Please!" Cried Savannah
looking at me with pure abject horror.
"I'm afraid that is going to be the case. You're
going to do it, whether you like it or not. I will
NOT have any more arguments from you," I
told her sternly.
Savannah fell to her knees in a pleading
manner. "Please! Please no!" She started
I crossed my arms and glared down at her,
"Please! I DON'T WANNA GET MARRIED!!"
I arched my eyebrow at her. I truly detest
Romance Sims, but her life could be worse
That thought gave me an idea. I pulled out
the photo album I keep on hand and began
showing her pictures of the misery of the
people in Pleasantview, the authoritarian
society of Sims that I rule with an iron fist. My
"for fun" mini-verse.
I began telling her stories about what life is
like there, never issuing a DIRECT threat, but
making heavy implications.
* I told her about the smog that hovers like a
smoke filled bar, over the once pleasantly
green grass and blue skies.
* I told her about the run down tenement
houses and apartments that nearly every
person lives in, with absolutely no hope of
ever moving on up.
* I told her of my lack of regard to their
wants, dreams, and sometimes even needs.
* I told her about the hard factory jobs where
they make maybe only $200 a day never
having hope of being promoted.
* I told her of the nursing home that
unsatisfied and unloved elderly Sims are
forced to move into if and when they don't
have a permanently happy state of mind, only
to have their graves constantly rifled through
by treasure hunters; their belongings and very
bones are then sold to their relatives for a
In short, I told her that my Pleasantview mini-
verse is the complete opposite of a Legacy
run one, and I revel in that world with glee.
And then...I began to laugh with delight.
Needless to say, Savannah's tears dried up
quickly. Unwilling to close her eyes to blink
(lest she see the images behind her closed
lids) might have been the cause.
Savannah threw up her arms in a defeated
manner. "Alright, I'll get married," she said in a
"That's very sweet of you to agree with me," I
replied magnanimously. And with that, I left
Savannah called the only lover she ever had,
Professor Merlin Lewis, and explained the
situation to him.
"So the gist of it is this: I don't really WANT to
get married, but in a sense of self
preservation I HAVE to get married. And if I'm
going down, I'm taking you with me,"
Savannah stated bluntly.
Merlin dropped to his knees and began
professing undying love to Savannah in a very
poetic manner. Though he closed his eyes to
show his heart-felt-ness, he would open them
slightly to look at her upper torso region.
"Savannah my sweet," he began, "though, uh,
you seem, uh, reluctant now, I swear to, uh,
you that my, uh, eternal flame will always
burn, uh, brightly for you. Er, uh..."
Savannah wrinkled her nose. Then she sighed.
"Fake it 'til you make it, I guess," Savannah
murmured, slipping the wedding band onto
Merlin's finger. She knew that even though
Merlin had the same aspirational mindset that
she herself did, that at the very least, Merlin
would be able to act like he was happy about
the decision that came from on high. Perhaps
she could then draw some sort of strength
from both of them being in it together.
However much she felt she could 'fake it until
she made it' the next demand that was made
upon her still made her inwardly cringe.
"So, uh, we have to have a, uh, child?" Merlin
asked. Savannah just nodded as she stared
straight ahead, unwilling to look at her new
husband. Merlin shrugged with an unaffected
air. "Uh, that doesn't, uh, mean that, uh, we
can't enjoy the, uh, TRYING, part. Right?
Whose to say that, uh, we succeed on the,
uh, first try."
Savannah brightened up considerably.
However, when all was said and done,
Savannah looked down at the contented
Merlin. She could tell. She could FEEL that
they had succeeded on the first try. She
sighed glumly. Domestic life was not what she
was made for.
Ansley sat on the couch with Hunter cuddling
her. She could barely get the words out
through her tears about what had happened
earlier with Lillian. Hunter listened silently,
offering her a comforting squeeze when her
words would halt. He knew that she was
distressed when she offered no resistance to
his touching her. He was startled when she
asked him a question, quite bluntly.
"Hunter, am I a bad person?"
Hunter gathered Ansley onto his lap, even
more surprised when she let him. He looked
into her eyes and saw a marked change in
them. He smiled and hugged her.
"Nah. Not that bad of a person. You did what
you thought was best for the family. But,
what's done is done. There is nothing we can
do about the past, only what we can do
about our future," he said warmly. Ansley
smiled at his fib, and realized that she loved
him more than she ever thought she would.
Hunter kissed her on her forehead. "We
should probably have a family meeting," he
said. Ansley snuggled closer to Hunter and
looked into his eyes. "Tomorrow morning,
okay? Tonight, I just...want you to hold me."
Hunter carried Ansley to their bedroom.
Early the next morning, however, Ansley got
up and went to Lillian's bedroom to cry. If
only she could turn back time, she thought to
herself, things would be much different.
After a while, she composed herself, and
prepared to plan for the future of the family.
"So...magic is a big no no for the family I take
it?" Hunter asked.
Ansley looked over with a surprised
expression. "No, not exactly. EVIL magic is.
Anything causing direct harm to another
person. That would mean no vampires and
no zombies. Good helpful magic, however, is
okay. I want that stated for the future."
Hunter looked somewhat relieved. "Good,
because I would hate to think that I was evil
because I can fly."
"Hunter," replied Ansley, "you fight crime and
help catch 'bad guys'. That is not, nor ever will
be considered evil." She shyly caressed her
hand over his. "You are a hero, in every sense
of the word. A very patient one," she smiled
over at him.
"But, onto other topics. Sebastian. I know that
you father and I have been rather lax in
paying attention to what you and your sister
have done with your studies. As the new
heir...well, I hope that you will be able to rise
to the occasion. Your father and I will help
you in any way that we can."
Sebastian looked over at his parents. He,
perversely, was glad that they were getting
along now despite the recent happenings
with Lillian. He squelched those uncharitable
thoughts as he answered, though.
"Actually, Lil and I were pretty much on par
with each other in regards to scholarships. I
think all she had over me was the music and
dancing one, and I'm almost there with at
least the music."
Hunter and Ansley were pleased, needless to
Over the next few months, both parents
helped Sebastian achieve his goals. Hunter
left the dancing to Ansley though, much to
Hunter and Ansley were also rediscovering
each other. Their physical affections were
kept behind closed doors, though.
Again, much to Sebastian's relief.
Time passed as it always does. No matter
how much everyone wished they could turn
back the clocks to do things differently, the
pragmatic parts of everyone realized that it
was best not to dwell on the would've,
should've and could'ves, and only move
Lillian had not been heard from during this
time. All anyone knew was that she had not
attended college. It appeared that she had
dropped off the face of the planet.
Ansley tried to not let her missing daughter
bother her. She continued to work and
managed to reach the top of yet another
career, but her heart wasn't in it.
Sebastian, when he wasn't working for his
scholarships, spent a lot of his time at the Koi
He was also worried. He knew Lillian better
than his parents did, so he took her threat of
getting even with the family very seriously.
But no matter how much everyone may or
may not have danced around voicing their
worries, they had to move forward.
As Sebastian was getting into the taxi that
was going to take him to college, he looked
over his shoulder back at the house. He saw
both of his parents waving from the window.
He smiled when he saw his father put his arm
around his mother. When he next set foot in
the house, he was going to be a grown-up
with grown-up responsibilities.
He half smiled to himself. He was looking
forward to beginning that journey.
Meanwhile, across town, a very pleased
Merlin was coaching his wife.
"Uh, just breathe darling. BREATHE!"
Savannah screamed at the top of her lungs.
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT YOUR FRELLING
MOUTH! YOU DID THIS TO ME!"
She panted, and continued, "I'M A
ROMANCE SIM! I'M NOT MADE TO HAVE
BABIES! IT IS UNHOLY AND AGAINST ALL
But, have a baby she did. Savannah looked at
her newborn son, Xander, with a bit of
wonder, pain and shouted words forgotten.
"I...made you. You are in this world because
of...me." She cuddled Xander and smiled as
he grabbed at her nose. She had fallen in love
with the tiny baby, as it dawned on her that
she is partly responsible for all future
generations to come on her side of the family
Merlin was also very fond of Xander, and he
took every opportunity he could to feed the
"You, ah, my son. Er, are going to be, uh, quite
the lady killer," he would murmur, smiling
when Xander smiled.
As satisfied as Savannah was with being a
mother (though she tried her best to deny
that in the name of all Romance Sims across
the 'verses) she would still make phone calls
to me voicing wishes that she desired.
"I said no, Savannah. It's bad enough that I am
getting harangued by everyone in the
neighborhood about your last public
WooHoo incident. Do I have to tell you again
what I would do to you?"
Savannah sighed. "I know, I know. You would
either send me to Pleasantview or you would
build a prison and put me into it. I just
thought, you know, you could reward me for
good behavior. I got married and had a kid,
just like you so nicely asked me to do."
"I am going to ignore the dripping sarcasm in
your voice there, Savannah. For the last time,
the answer is no. Capiche?"
Savannah just nodded, knowing that I could
see it, even if I couldn't hear it, and she hung
up the phone. She went inside to tell Merlin
the disappointing news.
But, despite the nymphomaniac tendencies,
both Savannah and Merlin made excellent
parents. Regretfully, they had to hire a nanny
to watch Xander while they were at work, but
they more than made up for it when they got
Almost too soon, it was time for Xander's
birthday. Both parents knew the turmoil that
was going on over at the main house, so they
elected to have just a small birthday party
with only the three of them.
Merlin set it upon himself to immediately
teach Xander to talk.
Savannah, however, spent a lot of time just
playing with him and enjoying making him
However, she was rarely pleased when she
was called out for being a good and loving
parent. That would be when she would make
her periodic phone calls to my own house
begging me to fulfill one of her appalling
desires, to which I always declined,
particularly on the grounds that she had
already fulfilled her lifetime greatest desire, so
there was no worry about her having a
I always felt justified when I hung up the
phone. And a little smug. But mostly justified.
Xander aged up to a rather outgoing and
active child. His parents took a picture of his
actual age transition, but he promptly
destroyed it because of the 'major bad hair
day' he was having in it.
"I'm so TOTALLY going to ROCK out at
school," Xander cheered, jumping on his bed.
Then he stopped when he heard his parents
start talking downstairs in lowered tones.
Clearly this was a discussion that he wasn't
supposed to hear, so he made sure he could
eavesdrop quietly through the vent.
"Absolutely not Merlin," Savannah said with a
disgusted look. "I don't want to have anymore
kids. I'll get fat and all that. I love Xander,
really I do, but I don't want to have anymore."
"Ah, er, my dear, I am glad to, er, hear you say,
uh, that. I was just, uh, making sure that, er,
you hadn't turned into, uh, a Family Sim,
when I, er wasn't looking," Merlin teased.
Savannah punched Merlin on his arm, giving
him a mock glare.
Xander, upstairs, did a victory dance. "Oh
yeah! I'm totally going to be an only child.
Who's the favorite? I'm the favorite! Who's
the favorite? I'm the favorite!" He abruptly
stopped when he saw his parents in his
doorway. Apparently he was a bit loud.
Savannah arched her eyebrow at her son.
"Technically, you're the only one, so there are
no favorites," she said, trying to hide her
Xander gave his mother a winning smile.
"Yeah, sure. You can look at it that way. Or
you can look at it that you love me so much,
you don't want to share me." He started
Savannah and Merlin could only laugh.
The next day, per Savannah's request, a call to
the Headmaster was made to get Xander into
private school. Though they might be a
Legacy Spare family, they still stopped at
nothing to make sure that Xander had the
best options available to him.
Naturally, the Lewis family had no problems
getting Xander in, though the London Bridge
curse still reigns supreme; the curse of not
being able to throw a "Talk of the Town" Roof
Xander pondered this dilemma as he walked
towards the school bus. He wanted to be the
one who broke this terrible tradition. He
knew that he just reached school age, but he
was already looking forward to attending
college...which meant lots and lots of parties.
With people. And girls.
But first things first, he needed to go to school
for a while, make some connections...and
eventually kiss some girls.
Xander grinned as he got onto the school
bus. "Heya doll face," he said cheekily to the
school bus driver, giving her a finger gun. He
then turned to the rest of the students on the
bus and waved to them all. It took so long for
Xander to finally find a seat (due to his
extreme socializing) that all the students
arrived at school ten minutes late.
Life progressed happily at the Lewis
household. Xander loved and was loved by
both of his parents.
Though, secretly, he was more of a Momma's
boy than a Daddy's one. Not that he ever
uttered that thought out loud.
Both Savannah and Merlin settled into a nice
routine of working, paying attention to
Xander, and WooHooing. Private
WooHooing that is.
Xander had intended to make a lot of friends.
Friends who would eventually hook him up
with the ladies; when he was old enough to
date that is. His parents might be of the
romance mindset, but they still had limits.
Of course sometimes these friends would
take the most inopportune time to want to
socialize with him.
"Hey Karen doll face. I'll like TOTALLY let you
swing me around later, after I'm done painting
this picture. Okay?" Xander smiled toothily at
his nanny. He didn't attempt to finger gun her
this time, because the last time he did that
with a paintbrush in his hand, the paint
splattered all over Karen's sweater.
Indeed, life was good for Xander. It was also
far happier than his cousins' life over at the
main Legacy house.
At least, that's what he heard through the
vents when his parents were talking quietly
and he wasn't supposed to be listening. He
would shrug mentally when he heard about
the goings on. He never really talked to either
his Uncle Hunter or Aunt Ansley, but from
what he gathered, his own parents were far
Xander grew into a teenager right about the
time that Lillian was disowned. He had heard
about it at the new high school he was
attending with his cousin Sebastian.
It seemed that Sebastian was more than
overwhelmed with his new lot in life, and was
taking everything far too seriously; in Xander's
opinion of course. Though Xander's mind was
mostly filled with thoughts of kissing girls, he
also viewed Sebastian as a new potential
friend. He had to be, considering that he and
Sebastian were to be eventual roommates in
Naturally, Xander took it upon himself to
invite Sebastian over.
"Dude. College is right around the corner. You
know what that means? Parties! And girls!
Cheerleader girls!" Xander exclaimed with
Sebastian's tired eyes lit up a bit. "Oh! Hey!
That's right! I'll be allowed to date more high
profile people now, won't I?"
Xander nodded, pleased. Of course, he had
no qualms about dating "high profile" people
despite the fact that he would never inherit
the main legacy line. In fact, after a very
satisfying time of hanging out with his cousin,
Xander arranged a date with one of such said
people for the following day.
"Heya Meadow sweetheart. I just thought I
would invite you over to tell you that I
TOTALLY adore the way you defy the school's
dress code," Xander winked, "the pink tights
really bring out the tender blush on your
beautifully smooth cheeks and oh so kissable
Meadow swooned. Of course, she had much
higher standards for dating Legacy people,
and Xander was only a child of a spare, but
Xander... oh Xander! He had such a way with
Needless to say, Meadow had no problems
granting Xander his first kiss.
Trusting their son just enough to not let things
get too out of hand, Merlin and Savannah
listened quietly to Xander's date downstairs.
"In wonder just how many people have kissed
Meadow Thayer across all of the universes,"
Savannah said, bemused.
"Uh, probably, er, more than I, uh, have," the
former Drama Professor stated enviously.
"True, but I'm probably one of the only
people who actually married you," Savannah
"Er, gee, thanks for putting, uh, that crimp in
my, uh, lifestyle," Merlin rolled his eyes in the
same teasing manner.
Throughout his high school career, Xander
spent a lot of time on the phone. Talking with
Meadow, talking with Sebastian, and talking
to just about everybody he ever met.
Xander also enjoyed plinking away at his
guitar, knowing full well that "the laydeeze"
adored jock-like musicians. He had "High
School Musical 1-50" movies to thank for
that, of course.
"My hair is growing
Growing all the time
Look how sensitive I am
'Cause my voice is so fine
Every soda I ever had
Is on a shelf above my bed
And sometimes I put my speakers
Facing out my windows" *
Is what he would often sing to get the girls all
in a flutter.
*Family Guy 100th Episode
However, despite the fact that he was a
massive social butterfly, and terrible flirt,
Xander never had any problems making sure
his homework was done to perfection. A lot
of people gossiped that Xander pulled his
high grades because of his constant flirting
with the female teachers, but he always took
great satisfaction in the fact that he was able
to answer every question in every class
whenever he was called upon.
On one such night of studying, Xander found
himself in a rather uncomfortable situation...
"Ahhhhhhhh! DUDES THIS IS TOTALLY NOT
COOL!" Xander screamed, loud enough to
wake the entire neighborhood.
"Er, YAY Xander! Total Recall three breasted
alien babes, er, are awesome! Uh, That's my
boy!" cheered Merlin when Xander got
dumped out of the spaceship.
"Oh, Merlin, you are so hot when you are
cheering. Reminds me of football games at
SSU, and us under the bleachers..." swooned
Savannah, reliving a pleasant memory.
Xander glared over at his cheering parents.
"Dudes, that is so TOTALLY NOT cool. What's
WRONG with you?"
Xander received no other response than
laughter. He grumbled under his breath as he
Xander picked up the phone and made a call
to the scholarship committee.
"Yeah. Dudes. I just TOTALLY got abducted. I
want reparations! What?! Only $1500? That's
it? So not cool."
Xander hung up the phone and glared at it. "I
didn't even get to meet the people who did
this to me. TOTALLY sucks."
He spent the rest of the night pouting. And
wincing. Sitting down was rather painful.
Sebastian didn't even bother to unpack his
belongings at the dorm he was initially
dropped off at. He was on excellent terms
with his Aunt Aylee and she pledged him into
the Greek House immediately.
Though he wondered why the pledge dance
involved a lot of arm waving and pretending
to cry. He knew his Aunt was strange, but it
seemed like he was just imitating her
imitating past gestures she had made
throughout her life. But he got into the Greek
House and he promptly moved there.
Sebastian was rather embarrassed by the
clothes that he kind of threw on, but when he
saw that his Aunt hadn't even bothered to
change out of her nightgown, he was
Things ran smoothly at the House, though
there were some difficulties trying to establish
who got to use the computer when.
"Aunt Aylee, come on! Hello? I need to type
my term paper now." Sebastian glared at the
back of her head. Before he go argue any
further, the door opened and a bundle of
energy came bounding in chanting a school
Sebastian's mouth dropped open as he saw
the stunning cheerleader. A slow smile spread
across his face as he remembered what his
cousin Xander told him. Suddenly, despite all
the new responsibilities of being the new heir,
Sebastian felt happy. He was a geek, and he
knew it. But...he could now have a
cheerleader for a wife, something that many
geeks have dreamed about since watching
"Revenge of the Nerds".
"Marry me," Sebastian said to the girl. Then he
let out an undignified squeak as her mouth
"Whaaat?" the cheerleader drawled out in
Sebastian recovered slightly from his
embarrassment and he cleared his throat. "Er, I
mean...Hi. I'm Sebastian Devereaux."
The girl looked Sebastian up and down and
smiled. "Hi there Sebastian! I'm Tristen!" she
said brightly. Sebastian squirmed a little at her
vibrant smile, well aware of the fact that his
inappropriate marriage proposal was still
hanging in the air.
Fortunately, one of the streakers came in and
started dancing behind Sebastian. Sebastian
leaned in to Tristen and whispered in a
conspiratorial manner, "I bet if someone were
to take a picture of this, it would be worth a
Tristen looked at Sebastian blankly. Then
abruptly she laughed, "Oh! A joke! I get jokes!
Haha!" With the ice broken, Sebastian was
able to ask Tristen out on a date in a far more
dignified manner than his accidental marriage
Of course, than didn't stop him from doing
and inward (and sometimes outward)
congratulatory "I'm dating a cheerleader" fist
pump every time he saw Tristen over the next
Despite the awkward start, and her
sometimes blank looks at him when he told a
joke...Sebastian found himself falling in love
Which of course, made his very first kiss that
Aylee, on the other hand, showed absolutely
no interest in dating.
She gazed happily at her finished project;
something that she had been working and
striving towards ever since she entered
college. She was painfully aware of the fact
that people never could understand what she
was saying. She hoped that her latest Robot,
named Zeke, will be able to help her
communicate with the humans on this words
so much better.
"Happyyappy...purpletaste Robot!" she
murmured gleefully to herself as she gazed at
Zeke's inactive form.
Soon, she would be graduating. Soon...
In an abandoned, condemned house on the
outskirts of town, Lillian found herself in the
midst of a mental crisis. She had banked so
much on her being the Legacy Heiress, and
all of her efforts were for naught. She had
made the fatal error in thinking that her
mother was completely oblivious.
As she sat, rocking herself insanely, an image
solidified before her. She stumbled to her feet
to address it.
"Ah ha, Lillian Devereaux, you appear to be
most unwell," the strange looking figure
stated in a most observational tone, "No no,
there is no need to address me as your
mental state is on the wrong side of
gibbering. I, am a figment of your imagination
and ambition. You made a fatal error, yes you
did. But not all is lost. You know what you
need to do."
The deformed looking man looked Lillian in
her eyes as he waited for her mind to clear.
It took a few moments, but suddenly a basic
plan formed, and Lillian's mind solidified.
Lillian straightened her shoulders, wiped the
remnants of spittle off of her face, and she
shook the image's hand.
"Yes. Thank you very much," her eyes
gleamed with a smile, "I do know what needs
to be done to exact my revenge." As she
turned away, the image, which seemed so
real, faded without Lillian noticing. She was
far too busy inwardly scheming to bother to
notice, or care about the implications of
Not that she would have cared if she had
"Yes," Lillian cackled insanely to herself, "I
know exactly what I need to do. Soon I will
put my plans into action. Soon. But first, I
must wait, watch, and observe."
She continued laughing to herself for the rest
of the night as she hammered out the details
in her mind.
And so ends another chapter of The
Devereaux Legacy. I have only one more
arranged chapter to type out, and then I can
get back to observing the main Devereaux
house. My husband and I have settled in
nicely, though Keith has a lot more problems
getting used to being in a Sim world than I
“Ang, hon...why is there a camera taking
pictures of me in my underwear?" Keith asked
me with a sigh.
"Well, if you would actually take the time to
spin around back into your clothes..." I
answered back with a grin.
"I LIKE BEING COMFORTABLE! DON'T YOU
I stifled back a laugh and just shook my head.
Thank you all for reading, and I will see you