Welcome back to The Devereaux Legacy.
This chapter is called Vagrant Squatter for two
reasons. The first being, my Sims (both
Legacy and off camera) have taken to
squatting at other people's houses for days at
a time. Not leaving, not glitched, because
they stop their activities enough to socialize
and eat. Then they get all indignant when
they've been there for three days. "Wow,
look at the time, I should go," they would say.
Morons, look at the DAY!
The other reason for the title is more because
they were my favorite mob to kill in Everquest
2. Ahh, Freeport newbie quests. How can
you top a quest that allows you to kill hobos?
Now that I'm done personally amusing
myself, on with the show!
After Tristen and Sebastian were officially
declared "an item" Tristen took it upon herself
to be at the Greek House as much as
possible, even though she hadn't officially
Sebastian didn't really mind. He was pulling
high grades in his History major, and spent a
lot of his free time working on his other skills
that he knew he would need if he were to
become a General; which is something that
he desired most in life.
Aylee would often go into the robotics work
station to look at her creation, counting the
days until she graduated so she could activate
Zeke and have a companion she could use to
help her communicate.
Of course, she would also make toys. She
looked at it as literally making friends.
Even though her first toy creation was only
"Smash Smash Break-A-Window", a toy brick,
she spent many quality hours talking to him
and teaching him tricks.
She also spent a lot of time making other
toys. Sebastian just shuddered to himself
whenever he saw Aylee flying one of her
kites. There was just something
unwholesome about a kid flying a kite at
night. But, she was pretty harmless.
Besides, Sebastian was generally too
occupied with Tristen, participating in lip lock
marathons to let his Aunt Aylee's strange
doings bother him too much.
On one such day Sebastian found himself
coming up for air. Looking down into her
blue eyes, he licked the cherry flavored lip
gloss from his lips and smiled. "Tris, I have
something I want to ask you."
Tristen's eyes widened. "Oooh. What is it?"
Sebastian pulled out the velvet box
containing the beautiful engagement ring he
had specially engraved with the word Always
on the inside of the band. He got down on
one knee and offered it to the cheerleader.
"Tristen London, ever since the day I met you,
I knew that you were the one I wanted to
marry. Heck, I think I wanted to marry you
before I knew you. One dream, one heart,
one life together. Will you please marry me?"
His poetic words were lost on Tristen as she
let out a shriek of joy. "Omigod yes! Yes yes
yes!" And she leaped into Sebastian's arms
squeezing him tightly.
Sebastian's face began to hurt from the big
grin that appeared on his face. "My God,
Tristen," Sebastian breathed, his heart swelling
in his chest, "you have no idea that you have
made me the most happy man in all of
London Bridge." He hugged her close,
breathing in the scent of her hair.
The more he cuddled and kissed with Tristen,
the better Sebastian felt about the pending
responsibilities at home with him being the
heir. Looking in her eyes though, he knew
that whatever hardships he must endure,
Tristen would make each day brighter.
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" Tristen asked,
looking at him with a bright smile. Sebastian
was shaken out of his reverie. Shaking his
head slightly, he was about to respond.
"He was thinking about how you two need to
get a room," Mitch the Mascot scoffed before
Sebastian said anything. The Llama shook his
head, "Seriously guys. I'm about to upchuck
here, and the dry cleaning bills will be sent to
you if that happens. Do you know how hard
it is to get the smell of puke out?" Mitch
began to gag theatrically while Tristen
"You're just jealous," Sebastian said, smugly.
Mitch just snorted in response, but he was
ignored by the couple who continued
canoodling on the couch.
Of course, it wasn't all just kissing and making
out with Tristen. Sebastian continued to take
his studies very seriously.
Of course Tristen becoming a permanent
fixture on the couch made studying a bit
harder, but completely worth it. Sebastian
was pleased to see that she took her studies
as seriously as he did, and her wanting to be
by him at all times made his heart flutter with
pleasure. He couldn't wait to marry her.
"Alright kids, gather around," Xander ordered
to the people in the room, "I have a TOTALLY
shocking announcement to make, and you
should TOTALLY hear it."
When Xander saw that his audience was
captivated, he continued. "Alright dudes,
here goes. I am going to get married." His
statement was met with shocked silence.
Unperturbed, he went on, "I mean of course,
when I meet someone in college. I'm
thinking about majoring in drama, like Mom
did, and maybe I can continue the tradition of
Xander's parents looked at each other with
surprise. "Voluntarily getting married? What
kind of Romance son did you raise Merlin?"
Savannah said in an accusing tone to her
Merlin looked as shocked as his wife. "Er, um,
I believe, uh, it was, er, YOUR genetics. Uh,
isn't your, uh, sister a partly defunct, er
Before Savannah could reply with a snarky
comment, Xander interrupted. "Dudes.
Seriously. Being a Romance Sim who wants
to get married does NOT make me a freak of
genetics," he clasped his hands together and
continued in a soft, serious voice, "you guys
have been the best parents in the whole
world to me. I want to honor you by
continuing the tradition. God, I hope I can be
as good a parent to my child as you guys
have been to me.
"Face it, as much as you didn't want to get
married, you two love each other. And I
TOTALLY think you raised an awesome kid, if
I do say so myself."
"Well, he is part Popularity. That must be
where this insanity is spewing from,"
Savannah said as if she had an epiphany.
Merlin nodded in agreement.
Xander made a disgusted sound as he headed
for the phone, intent on calling the taxi to
pick him up for college.
"By the way dudes," Xander said as he was
hanging up the phone, "we're going to need a
bigger house. Whose to say can't we also
have a Legacy?"
"Because we've been Motherloded and
Maxmotived numerous times," Savannah said
to her son, as she and Merlin got up from the
couch to watch him leave.
"Pfft. Details. Either way, I'll TOTALLY call
you when I get there." Xander hugged both
of his parents goodbye and walked out to the
Savannah and Merlin both had the same soft
smile on their faces as they watched their son
drive off. "We, uh, raised a, er, good kid,
didn't we?" Merlin's voice was a bit choked
up. Savannah nodded.
"What he said, about us being good parents;
that made it all completely worth it," she said,
pride evident in her voice. Merlin reached
around and goosed Savannah.
"Er, maybe you can, uh, call the author and,
er, ask her if we, uh, can have some well
deserved, er, public WooHoo," he said with a
Savannah giggled and made her way to the
Xander walked into the Greek House
playroom first thing when he passed his
pledge ritual. He grinned when he saw
Sebastian. "Hey hey Seabass, dude. Scored
with a cheerleader! TOTALLY awesome," he
said enthusiastically, giving Sebastian a
double thumbs up.
Sebastian blushed, but grinned widely. "I
wouldn't really put it that way, no double
beds. But, we are going to get married when
Xander clapped Sebastian on the shoulder.
"TOTALLY cool. Does she live here?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "Kind of," he
said, "but not officially."
Xander blinked at that, but shrugged it off as
he started unpacking his belongings and
changing his clothes. The preppy look, he
felt, did not suit him.
But, as the days passed, Xander realized how
true and odd the situation was. Tristen
NEVER left. She would sit on the couch all
day and night studying from a book, rarely
paying attention to anyone, including her
own fiancé. He looked at the Greek roster,
and she was a member. But, seeing as there
were only three beds, all occupied at the
moment, it had been determined that only
the actual Legacy relations would live there.
And yet...Tristen remained.
Xander scratched his head as he pondered
the situation. After a moment of
contemplation, he decided to take matters
into his own hands. He would be firm but
nice. After all, she was Sebastian's fiancé. He
got up from his homework and walked over
"Wooooow," Tristen said to whatever she was
reading, ignoring Xander.
Xander was not accustomed to being ignored
by anyone. He cleared his throat. "So,
Tristen. Don't you think it might be time to hit
the road? You know, go to your place to
crash? You have got to be TOTALLY tired."
Tristen just turned the page in her book,
oblivious to Xander's statement. Before
Xander could continue there was a pounding
on the door.
Before he could react, a man was handcuffing
him. "DUDE!" Xander shouted, "I so TOTALLY
do not want to join..."
Dorian interrupted him, "Yes you do Mr. Z.
Everyone wants to join."
"Mr. Z? Dude, I spell my name with an X.
Awesome cover name by the way, but
"Just come along quietly sir," Dorian said,
firmly locking the handcuffs on Xander's
Xander sighed in frustration as he was led out
to the waiting limo.
As Xander was shoved uncomfortably into
the back of the car, he pondered at the cost
that it took to have a back seat made with
arm holes. He sighed to himself as the limo
pulled away from the house. "I just wanted to
make friends," he said glumly, "not join a
useless society that gives out polyester
All of the members, of course previously
known to Xander, came out and applauded
him for joining their 'Supar Sekrit Klub'.
Xander felt like a trapped rabbit, even more
so when he heard an appreciative wolf
whistle from the young man standing next to
Xander looked blankly at the Society member
who was scoping him out. "Dude," he flatly
stated, "I TOTALLY don't think so. NOT that
there's anything wrong with that, but...no."
The Society member just waggled his
eyebrows at Xander.
When all of the formalities were done,
Xander hastily went to the phone to have the
limo escort him back home. "Dudes," he
began, "yeah. TOTALLY come to take me
home. What do you mean you're sending
Calgon? What does that mean? Oh. Well
then, yeah. CALGON, TAKE ME AWAY!"
He continued, hysteria rising in his voice,
"Aunt Ansley took everything that's cool here.
Literally EVERYTHING! Even the kitchen
sink, I think! Oh? She said she was just
'borrowing' the stuff? Pfft. Okay dudes,
WHATEVER you want to believe."
He shuddered and watched the other society
members warily. Sure, he was friends with
them...but their club was TOTALLY NOT cool.
When Calgon, apparently the name for the
limo, dropped Xander off at home, he rushed
past Sebastian, Aylee, and the ever present
Tristen to take a bath. The only coherent
thing they could hear were the words "Bath"
and "Wash the stench of PHAIL off".
Sebastian tried to tell Xander that the
Snapdragons would take care of whatever
hygiene problems Xander was having, but the
only response from the bathroom was vicious
splashing and scrubbing. Sebastian just
shrugged and let it go.
Soon, it came time for Aylee to graduate.
Intent on making her own friends, her pride
and joy being the flock of dancing penguins,
she easily ignored everyone else in the house.
Feeling that it was a special occasion, it being
her last exam, she felt that it would be
appropriate to change into her clothes for
once. She waved airily to her stunned
nephews, who had never seen her change
out of her nightgown.
Of course, it would only be natural for Aylee
to change into a swimsuit for her taxi ride
home back to London Bridge. Humans wore
swimsuits all of the time, why shouldn't she?
Xander, never letting an opportunity pass to
talk to a person, rushed out to say goodbye to
his aunt. He blinked at her swimsuit, but
when he saw the grin on her face, he just
waved back with a smile of his own.
After a long ride back to London Bridge,
Aylee changed her outfit. She didn't like how
her skin kept sticking to the vinyl seats of the
taxi. She twitched her linen skirt
appreciatively as she looked around the
warehouse she had claimed as her new
home. Before she placed any furniture, she
walked to a corner and placed Zeke down,
grinning wildly with excitement.
she began the activation process.
With an electrical whirring sound, Zeke stood
up and looked at Aylee. Aylee hugged the
robot, happiness evident in her eyes. No
translation was necessary.
Since Aylee left, things at the Greek house
remained pretty much the same; maybe it
was a bit less noisy with the absence of the
constant robot and toy building, but for the
most part it was the same. Xander was doing
well in his drama major, and was becoming
very close with his Drama Professor, Marsha
Tristen, of course, was still ever present on the
couch. Xander felt more worried by this than
irritated, despite the fact that she all but
ignored him. The problem was, she ignored
Xander tried one last time to get Tristen's
attention before he resorted to more drastic
matters. Grabbing a book from the
bookshelf, he gingerly sat on the couch,
trying not to shake it too much. He scoffed at
himself for treating the situation like Tristen
were a rabid animal. Gently, he cleared his
"So, Tris," he glanced over at her to see if she
was paying attention, "I know that the
Snapdragons are probably keeping most of
your moods up. But aren't you tired? I mean
you've been here for what would be the
equalivant of almost two years. You have got
to be TOTALLY ready to pass out from
The only response from Tristen was her
turning a page in her book.
Xander decided that he couldn't take it
anymore. When Sebastian entered the room,
Xander grabbed him and pulled him to the
"Seabass dude. Aren't you worried about the
fact that Tris has been practically stuck on our
couch all of this time? I think she might be,
what the author might refer to as, glitched.
She doesn't eat. She doesn't use the
bathroom. She doesn't take a bath. She just
sits there." Sebastian looked at Tristen.
"Well, the Snapdragons..." he began to say
when Xander interrupted him.
"Yeah, the Snapdragon take care of
everything but sleep. She hasn't done that,
either. I think you might have to try and
Xander looked over at Tristen again. "Either
she's glitched, or she's TOTALLY into that
book. That would be surprising though,
seeing as it doesn't have any pictures."
Sebastian glared at Xander, "Hey! What are
you trying to say about her?" Xander held up
his hands in a pacifying manner.
"Nothing! Nothing. I just think, you know,
she might want to stretch out her legs or
something." And maybe check for bedsores,
he added silently to himself.
Sebastian flopped down on the couch,
bouncing it enough to shake the book from
Tristen's hands. Tristen looked over at
Sebastian and smiled. "Heya honey pie," she
said sweetly to him. Sebastian's face formed
into a grin. He knew there was nothing
wrong with Tristen.
"Heya yourself," he responded, "how about
giving me a kiss?"
Tristen sprung up from the couch with a
squeal and she swooned over Sebastian
kissing her up the arm.
Xander smiled, pleased that he didn't have to
resort to his backup plan.
After Sebastian was done kissing her, Tristen
burst into a cheer.
"Kill 'em to the left!
Kill 'em to the right!
Fight fight fight!
Llamas! Llamas! Goooooo LLAMAS!"
Sebastian turned smugly to Xander and
arched his eyebrow, as if to say, See? I told
you there's nothing wrong with her! And he
walked out of the room.
Of course, what Sebastian didn't see was
Tristen immediately picking back up her book
and sitting back down into the exact same
spot, as if nothing had happened.
Xander picked up his own book and sat as far
away from Tristen as possible. Though it went
against common sense, he couldn't help but
be afraid that whatever was wrong with
Tristen might be contagious. Looks like "Plan
B" is in effect after all, he thought to himself.
The morning's light snowfall found Xander
quietly singing contentedly to himself as he
futzed around with the Sentry Bot.
"A maaaaan's gotta do what a maaaaan's
Dooooon't plan the plan, if you caaaaaaan't
All that matters, taking matters into your own
"Sweet. That TOTALLY should do it," Xander
whispered to himself, pleased. The Sentry
Bot starting beeping in an alarmingly loud
manner as it flew into the house.
* Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog
screamed as the Bot zapped her with
electricity. Xander tried not to grin.
As Tristen ran from the house, he gave her a
finger gun, "Keep in touch kid," he shouted
after her retreating form.
Xander walked over to the couch and beheld
it in all of its empty glory.
Xander wasted no time settling into the exact
spot that Tristen had so recently vacated. He
wiggled his butt comfortably, very much
appreciating the groove that Tristen had left.
When Sebastian came back from class,
Xander just told him that Tristen had finally
decided to take a nap at her own place. He
felt it best not to go into particulars.
Xander also made sure that Sebastian didn't
see him repairing the Sentry Bot. Again, he
thought it would be for the best. What he
doesn't know won't hurt him, he thought.
Though he did chuckle every time he
remembered Tristen running from the
Xander looked at his Professor girlfriend
fondly. He remembered to snide remarks
people made about him in high school;
implying that he only got his high grades
because of his flirting with the female
teachers. It was similar here. Sure, he flirted
and more with his professor, but it wasn't for
the grade. It was more because he really,
really liked her.
In fact, he liked her so much, he decided to
carry through with his plan to marry his
drama professor and continue the tradition
his mother inadvertently started.
Xander excitedly dialed home to tell his
parents the good news. After a few rings, he
heard his father's voice on the other end.
"Heya Dad. I've got some TOTALLY awesome
Merlin held his breath expectantly, waiting for
his son to continue.
"I'm TOTALLY ENGAGED! Dad, she's a hot
Drama Professor! Her name is Marsha! She
said that she remembered you and she's
TOTALLY STOKED to join our family!"
Merlin smiled inwardly. He was proud of his
kid, and he wasn't afraid to admit that.
However, he felt the need to coach Xander a
bit on Romance Sim marital ethics. "Uh, er,
congratulations kiddo. But, uh, Xander...try
not to, er, act TOO excited. Uh, yeah. We
Romance Sims, er, actually ARE great to be, er
married to. Uh, good parents, er, uh, as well.
BUT, we, er, always try to, uh, put a
protesting, er, front. Acting like we are, er,
happy in domestic, er, situations..well, er, well
son, it makes it too, er, easy to mistake us, er,
for Family Sims Uh, I don't think, ANYBODY
wants that. Er, we have, uh, a reputation to
uphold, you see."
"Daaaaaaad! I TOTALLY KNOW that!”
Merlin chuckled, "I'm, er, just making SURE,
uh, that you do."
"Er, by the way. Uh, in preparation for, uh,
the growing family...your mother and I,
uh...bought a new house."
Xander was not the only one who had a new
house to go home to after graduation.
Granted, it was still the same house that he
grew up in, but Sebastian was pleased to see
the massive additions added to his old house.
It no longer looks like a hillbilly's yard sale, he
snorted softly to himself.
He hugged his parents when they
enthusiastically greeted him, his mother in
particular. He smiled at her giddiness over the
fact that the construction cost less than
$50,000 and there was a stable built in the
back. A stable that held a pony, to be exact. A
pony named Pretty Princess Pony Step, to be
He smiled even wider when his father
showed him the chapel/clubhouse that was
also connected, nodding when asked if he
planned on getting married right away.
It felt great to be home.
Sebastian beamed at Tristen's beatific smile
while they stood at the altar. Nobody else in
the room was noticed by the pair.
Sebastian's hand trembled slightly with
excitement as he slipped the wedding ring
upon Tristen's slender finger. Tristen smiled
with delight at how the ring sparkled in the
With the vows said, and a perfect 'Church
Tongue' kiss, Tristen London became Tristen
Xander, who of course was invited to the
wedding, took it upon himself to be the
Master of Ceremonies. "Alright dudes, it's
TOTALLY time to cut the wedding cake!
Gather around the newly weds!" He was
pleased to take on this role and even more
pleased to see the huge gathering of friends
Of course, nobody was expecting Lillian to
show up to the wedding; especially since she
Lillian smoothed her dress and patted her
dress hat as she looked smugly at the
ceremony taking place. Standing in the back
unnoticed, Lillian watched the ceremony take
place, her eyes rolling with disdain. Clapping
in a mocking manner when the new couple
was introduced, she made her way to the
upstairs part of the clubhouse with the rest of
The first person to notice her was Ansley. A
hiss of vexation and anger escaped Ansley's
lips when she saw her daughter. "Get out of
here Lillian. This is a happy day, and I will not
have you ruin it," she paused before adding,
"unless, of course, you are here to make
Lillian half smiled in a mocking manner as she
raised an eyebrow. "To what do I have to
apologize for, Mother? I merely came here to
see if the rumors were true; that Sebastian
actually DID marry a cheerleader. But now
that I am here, and I DO see that my idiot
brother married and equally idiotic wife, I
think I shall participate in the festivities."
The music stopped as people began to gather
around in whispers. Ansley, for once, didn't
notice or care about what other people saw
and thought. She clenched her fists and
leaned forward. "Get...out...NOW!" she said
through her clenched teeth.
Lillian was unfazed, "Really Mother? You
really want to start this? I am here to give you
one last chance. Reinstate me as heiress.
Now. Otherwise..." she let the threat hang in
the air. When she saw Ansley just glare at
her, she shrugged her shoulder. "Alright, if
that's how it's going to be. I will leave. For
Lillian waved cheerfully to the guests who
gathered around to watch and she walked
out of the house.
Lillian smiled to herself as she hopped upon
her broom. "Well, I gave them a last chance.
I guess I don't have to feel guilty about what
happens next," she talked to herself, a habit
that she had unconsciously picked up.
She spared one last glance at the house and
laughed madly at the guests who were
looking at her through the windows; she then
flew up into the sky and was gone.
Sebastian, seeing that his guests looked
worried, picked up a microphone and tossed
the other one to Tristen. Tristen looked at it
dumbly, eyes wide. Seeing that she wasn't
going to be any help in the matter, Sebastian
tapped the microphone and spoke into it.
"Sorry folks. The magician and clown we
wanted to hire for the party weren't available.
We went with the next best thing. Looks like
that backfired," he smoothly said with a
"TOTALLY!" Xander's voice shouted back from
the crowd. The other guests laughed, and the
tension was cleared.
The party continued with moderate success.
The guests smiled appreciatively at Aylee's
toast to the couple, even though they
couldn't begin to understand what she said.
Zeke was unable to attend the wedding,
unfortunately. But the heartfelt sentiment
was there all the same.
As the party was winding down, Tristen leapt
into Sebastian's arms. "Who was that big
meanie, Sebastian?" she asked in a child like
voice. Sebastian held her close and kissed
"Just what you said, hon. A big meanie.
Don't worry about it," he replied, trying to
keep the worry out of his voice. He set her
down and brushed a strand of hair off her
face. "I'm going to go inside and help Mom
clean up, then I need to take a shower," he
blushed before continuing, "so, uh, I guess I'll
see you inside." His heart thumped with
excitement as he looked at his new wife.
Tristen nodded at him with a grin.
Tristen graciously said goodbye to all of her
guests as they left. The blushing bride
skipped a little as she made her way to the
house. She was a Family Sim, after all. Aside
from getting married, making and having
babies was one of the most important things
Of course, it didn't stop her from giving a
giggling scream when Sebastian grabbed her
and carried her to their marital bed
responding to his passionate kisses with vigor.
Sebastian pulled away for one moment and
happily uttered, "Cheerleader," before they
both slipped under the covers.
Lillian cackled madly as she watched the rest
of the wedding through her steaming
cauldron. "A clown am I, Sebastian? Thinking
you can laugh and mock me?
Ahahahahahaha! We shall see about THAT!"
Lillian stepped away from the bubbling pot
and made a phone call to the one person she
knew would obey her. She DID pay him to,
Remington Harris walked up to the house,
checking the address he wrote down on a slip
of paper. He thought he was at the wrong
place, until he saw Lillian approach him with a
smile. He smiled in return, especially when he
saw that she was going to kiss him.
"Ha! I knew you wanted to marry me. All
Legacy families do, especially after Man Maid
Lust was published..."
His words were cut off as Lillian planted a
tingly kiss on his lips. Tingly? Remington
thought to himself, That's not right...
Lillian watched impassively as Remington
suffocated from the Iocane powder she had
on her lips. Iocane powder that she, of
course, had built an immunity to. "Hurry up
and die Man Maid," she muttered, impatiently
tapping her foot, "your theatrical death throes
are becoming tiresome."
As Remington obligingly twitched one last
time, Lillian turned and greeted The Grim
Reaper. Grim sighed and looked at his list.
"I thought there were going to be two bodies.
Iocane Powder is deadly, you know," he
stated in a rather nasally voice.
"I built an immunity to it," Lillian replied, taken
aback by Grim's non-booming voice.
"Inconceivable!" was his response. Lillian
rolled her eyes. She hated predictable
"Why is your voice different?" she asked,
impatient to get on with the show, but letting
her curiosity get the best of her.
"Oh," Grim replied, pulling out an inhaler and
taking a puff out of it, "that's more for show
for elders. It makes them feel important.
Don't ask me why."
Realizing that she had gone too far to back
out, Lillian forged ahead with her plan. She
threw up her hands and began with her
ritualistic pleading request. "Oh great Grim
Reaper! Please bestow upon me on me one
of your Death offspring, so that I may raise
Grim interrupted her with a hacking cough.
When he finished, he gasped for air and
handed Lillian a slip of paper. "Here's the
recipe. It's also on Wikipedia, under Death
Babies in case you lose this. Oh, and there's
also a link at the bottom for my blog Dead,
Not Sleeping. Give me a shout out so I can
add you to my friends list.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to collect
Remington right now, so I can make it on
time for another Legacy death. I wonder if
the relatives will plead. I hate it when they do
that, it wastes so much of my time." He
sighed, "Anyway, here you go," and he placed
the paper into Lillian's numb hands.
Lillian recovered from her surprise. The ease
of this endeavor threw her off. "Wait. That's
it? That's all I have to do? I thought there
would be more."
Grim pulled the phone away from his ear and
responded to her with a shrug. "Did you
honestly think you're the first person to want
to have my babies? Did you honestly think
you are the first person to kill someone to
summon me? Please. I have fantastic
genetics, everyone wants a piece of me. I felt
it so much easier to just put the recipe online,
but I guess if murder didn't happen
occasionally, my job would become boring
real quick," and he turned away from her and
proceeded on processing Remington.
Lillian didn't care to wait for Grim to leave.
She rushed upstairs and began combining the
surprisingly common ingredients into her
When she completed making the brew, she
sniffed it warily. It smelled like Hazelnut
Coffee, a not unpleasant aroma.
She quickly downed the concoction and felt
As the liquid warmed the inside of her body,
Lillian rubbed her hands together; another
habit she had unconsciously picked up.
"Soon," she laughed to herself, "soon I will
have the next part of my plan ready. Oh
Sebastian, you think you're going to live a
happy, perfect life? Ahahahaha, I think not,
A sharp, stabbing pain lanced across Lillian's
belly. She clutched it in surprise, eyes going
Thank Bob I made it to the bathroom in time,
Lillian thought to herself, words unspoken
due to her violent retching. She remained
crouched over the toilet for the better part of
Grim better had not deceived me, or I'll take
his pale horse and... Even her thoughts
became interrupted, all of her concentration
placed on not heaving her insides into the
Oh cool porcelain, you understand me. And
this floor...it's so cool and inviting. And Lillian
fell asleep, arms wrapped around the
It was well into the night when Lillian woke
up. Grimacing at the foul taste in her mouth,
she woozily made her way down the stairs
and outside. She contemplated Remington's
grave for a bit before nudging it with her foot.
"Now, what do I do with you?" she furrowed
her brow slightly as she was lost in thought.
Remington, of course, could not provide an
answer. Lillian's anger grew. "Don't give me
that look Man Maid!" she shrieked insanely at
the still tombstone, shaking her fist for good
measure. "You brought this on yourself. Did
you honestly think that you could get away
with those disgusting thoughts about me?!"
Lillian regained a bit of her composure as she
continued talking to the grave, "Still. It would
be best to do something about you. The
question is what? Ah. I have it. Perfect."
And she pulled out her wand.
Keith had absolutely no right to look as smug
as he did. "Baby," he said with a smirk, still
lounging around in his underwear. Pfft. And
I'm the Pleasure Sim.
"Genetic experiment," I retorted, "don't get
me wrong, I really want to have a kid in real
life, but for my neighborhood, I just want to
see how certain genetics mix."
"Baby," he said again, walking out of the
bedroom, with a decidedly self-satisfied strut.
I sighed and followed, with an ungraceful
waddle, down the stairs. "Fine. Baby," I called
after him. He laughed as I heard him prepare
something to eat. "That had BETTER not be
cheesecake," I shouted.
"Why?" he asked. I forgot that he wouldn't
know the evil powers of cheesecake for
"Nevermind," I grumbled. I may not like how
wrong this feels, being pregnant in the Sim
world when I haven't been in real life...but in
purple, I'm stunning.
Thanks for reading! And thanks for all the
supportive comments you have been leaving
me at Boolprop.com and in my Guestbook
on the exchange! I look forward to bringing
you more in the near future.
I am finally caught up with my writing, and
now I can play the Devereaux house for the
first time in over two months! I'm so excited
and looking forward to developing my story
So, until next time, toodles!