The Devereaux Legacy: Chapter Two - Part 3

Hello. Once again, thank you so much for
reading The Devereaux Legacy! As you can
see, while I am still struggling with Photoshop,
I'm getting a bit better. My stuff is almost
completely centered! I'm really anxious to get
back to playing my family, so I am doing my
best to get the next two or three prepared
chapters up and running, so without further
ado...

Here is the Devereaux Legacy House. Ansley,
the heiress, has just graduated from college
with a 4.0 in Biology, and she has the LTW to
become Chief of Staff. She's also engaged to
Hunter Whateverhisnameisitwon'tmatter,
who turns out to be the mayor of SimCity,
despite his gaudy taste in clothing.

***

Shortly after arriving home, Ansley called
Hunter up and told him to meet her at the
London Bridge Chapel and Reception Hall so
they could get married. Well, she told him to
wait at least an hour, so she can get dressed
into her very pretty and expensive wedding
dress; and she also informed him that she
expected him to be dressed in acceptable
attire, so he wouldn't clash with her.

Hair done, dress put on, both Hunter and
Ansley made their way to the wedding altar
to state their marriage vows with only a few
witnesses to view the wedding.

"Ansley, I promise to love and cherish you, for
richer and for poorer, in sickness and in
health as long as we both shall live,"
murmured Hunter, slipping the wedding ring
onto her finger.

"Hunter, I promise to only really wear my
pretty engagement ring that I picked out. Oh,
and I promise to love you and stuff too."

And so, Hunter
Guywithdifficulttospelllastname became
Hunter Devereaux, much to his delight. He
smiled with adoration at his new wife.

As Hunter moved in to kiss her, Ansley pulled
her head back and gave him a speculating
look.

"Hunter, when I told you to dress in
acceptable clothing, I meant a tuxedo. NOT a
pinstripe suit that five other people are
wearing right at this moment!"

"Uh...sorry?"

Ansley sighed, and directed Hunter to one of
the tables so she could have a little "chat"
with him.

Ansley winced as he held her hand. She did
so hate being touched.

"Hunter, I fully expect you to act and dress
like the husband to the heiress of a legacy.
This includes being distinctive. I can't have
people walking around community lots
mistaking you for Goopy GilsCarbo or
someone like that. When the reception is
over, please make sure that you change into
the clothes that I have laid out on our bed,"
she informed him in a business like tone as
she extricated her hand from his.

"Sure honey. Whatever makes you happy, I
guess..." Hunter replied in a hurt tone. He was
really hoping that Ansley would act just a little
bit more like her Romance secondary.

"Well, you can start by not using nicknames
for me. It clashes with all of my outfits. You
call me Ansley, and I will call you Hunter."

Hunter sighed and just nodded.

However wounded Hunter might have been
at Ansley's tone, he was still pleased with his
new outfit, which he promptly changed into
when the reception was over and they went
home.

"I look so much more dignified!" Hunter
exclaimed in admiration, blowing Ansley a
kiss.

"Yes Hunter, you do. Now, if you will excuse
me, I have a job to get to at the hospital. It
wouldn't do for me to miss my first day of
work," Ansley replied, ignoring the blown kiss.

"Umm, what about a honeymoon? Or at the
very least the day off, so you know..."

"Oh. Hmm. I guess it depends on how my
day goes. I'll see you when I get home,"
Ansley waved as she walked out the door.

"What about me? The job I want for my
Lifetime Want isn't available today," Hunter
called after her.

"You're the Mayor for Bob's sake. Go do
political stuff!" Ansley declared as she got into
the car.

"Oh. Right..." Hunter sighed in
disappointment. He was really hoping to get
the next generation started. But, seeing as the
house was empty because his father-in-law
was at work, he resigned himself to the fact
that even though he was Mayor of SimCity,
Ansley was the queen of the Legacy. So he
went to work, more than just a little peeved.
Even his aides stayed clear of him that day.

Dear Bob: It appears that woman is taking a
more narrative tone with this legacy story.
However, she has come to the realization that
by taking that tone with me, it would ruin
how I have been previously established. It
appears Bob, that everything is still coming
up Joshua! She's sitting at her computer,
glaring at this picture of me, wishing that I
would just die. But I won't Bob, not for a very
long time.

However, Bob...it appears that there are very
few pictures of me. Curse that woman and
her finding loopholes! Rue I tell you! RUE!!!!

Promptly at six o'clock that evening, Ansley
returned home from her first day on the job at
the hospital. Due to the fact that she was so
efficient, she was immediately promoted to
Chief of Staff, therefore meeting her Lifetime
Want in record time. Rumor has it that even
Doogie Howser was jealous.

Ansley quirked an eyebrow at everyone's
amazement and just took the promotion in
stride, as if she expected nothing less. Feeling
more than a little smug, Ansley glanced at the
house where her husband was, no doubt,
waiting for her. She stopped in her tracks,
closed her eyes to conjure up some of her
fading Romance Secondary, and gave a
resigned sigh as she walked into the house.

"Okay Hunter. Now that I am positive that I
will be happy for the rest of my life, you are
allowed to touch me. Tonight only. Do exactly
what I tell you to do, and don't get creative.
Again, this is for tonight only, so you had
better hope that I conceive. Oh, and please
don't mess up my hair," Ansley said in what
she considered a bedroom voice. She leaned
in to give Hunter a chaste kiss on his lips.

Hunter jerked away and gave her an appalled
look.

"REALLY? Really? Those are your words of
love to me? Your husband?"

Ansley nodded, apparently quite pleased with
herself. She sincerely DID think her words
were romantic. Then she saw the look on his
face, and she sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Fiiine. You can mess up my hair. A little. But I
had better not break a nail!"

Hunter closed his eyes and sighed. He was
going to have to take what he could get, he
supposed.

As was expected, Ansley conceived on the
first try. As much as she hated to take time off
from her job, she resigned herself to writing
her generation novel, hoping that her
pregnancy would pass by quickly so she
wouldn't have to wear the hideous orange
maternity pajamas longer than necessary.

Dear Bob: I had one last chance to get even
with that woman. It was a plan so perfect. A
plan so diabolical. A plan that would have
made her curse the day she ever created me
for this legacy...

My plan was to make cheesecake for my
pregnant daughter, so she would have twins.
It was a glorious idea Bob, it truly was, as I am
fully aware of that woman's hatred of twins!

However, that woman was too fast for me.
Curse this old, slow body! She has since
turned off my Free Will. Again. Perhaps it is
for the best though, Bob. It turns out that I am
the one who is at home the most often...so I
would have to take care of the babies. Oh, to
score just one more point over that woman,
then I would die a happy man!

When Ansley was outside watching someone get
zapped by the Sentry Bot, she noticed a dusty old
lamp sitting on her lawn.

"Ewww! Dust!" Ansley cried, beginning to rub off
the offending dirt. Suddenly, the lamp began to
shake and fly out of her hands and a very
appealing (because it's purple) genie appeared.

"PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER...itty bitty
living space. I've always wanted to say that.
Anyway mistress, you wish is my command. Or
rather, your three wishes are my command," the
Genie stated, regarding Ansley with crossed arms.

"Three wishes? Hmm. I don't need beauty. I'm
already permanently happy. I don't think I'm
allowed to resurrect mother. Hmm. Oh! I know!
Money. I wish for more money."

"Granted. Do you have a next wish?"

"Money."

"...Okay. Granted. And your third and final wish?"

"Money."

"...Perhaps you might want to think about it?
Maybe you want someone else to have a wish?"

"Nope. I'm pretty sure I want money."

The Genie squeezed the bridge of his nose
with his fingers. "Granted," he said, and he
waved his arms over his head and began
producing numerous bags of money.

Ansley, pleased with her very thoughtful to
the legacy wishes, began to collect them
happily.

Hunter arrived home just in time to see all of
the money bags fall from the sky, and the
disappearing purple smoke from the genie.
He knew that meant only one thing. He
closed his eyes, took a deep breath, clenched
his fists, threw his head back and screamed
on the top of his lungs.

"GAHHHHHHHHHHH! She could have left a
wish for me! I could have wished for Peace of
Mind and then I could also be happy forever.
Blast her to..." and he cut himself off before
he could finish the sentence.

Ansley, hearing her husband's murderous
screams, chose to ignore him in favor of her
own screams.

Ansley won the screaming contest as her
baby girl, Lillian, entered the world.

Hunter, beyond irritated with his wife,
decided to ignore the birth of his first child.
Instead, he slipped into bed and pretended to
sleep.

Ansley inspected the small infant. It had her
skin tone, but Hunter's black hair, and both of
their blue eyes. She then looked at herself
holding the baby in a mirror.

"Well baby girl, you'll have to do. Yes yes, I
know you want to be fed. In a moment,"
Ansley said still inspecting the new heiress.
She then sighed and fed the wailing baby
with a stiff, mechanical air.

When she put Lillian down for bed, Ansley
slipped under the covers and cuddled with
Hunter. Hunter, surprised, found himself
responding to her snuggle with one of his
own.

"Is the baby beautiful?" Hunter asked, lightly
stroking her hair. Ansley nodded and moved
her head away from his caress.

"Hunter," Ansley began, "we should probably
try for another child. It wouldn't do for us to
only have one. What would the neighbors
think?"

Hunter sighed softly, but complied.

Afterwards, Hunter laid awake in bed for the
rest of the night.

Dear Bob: A final chance has been presented
to me in the form of my granddaughter. I
need to tread carefully though Bob, for I am
almost out of time. I decided to retire from
my job to make sure that I spend all the time I
can with Lillian. Perhaps SHE will be the evil
spawn I have been waiting for.

And Josh began spending every spare second
he could with Lillian, cooing evil coaching
words into her ear. Ansley didn't really notice,
or care, as she had started a new career and
was hoping to get at least one day of work in
before she was put back onto maternity
leave.

Hunter, on the other hand, really did want to
spend time with his new daughter, but Josh
wouldn't let him.

In what seemed like only a day, Lillian was
ready to grow up and become a toddler. Josh
held Lillian in his arms, preparing her for her
birthday while Lillian laughed gleefully as she
tried to grab the lit candles with her hands.

"Mwahahahahahaha," Josh laughed, coaching
Lillian one last time in evil.

"Heeheeheeheehee," was Lillian's mimicked
reply.

Finally Bob, finally. A spawn that has only one
Nice point. I can now go to my Platinum
Grave with a smile on my face.

Knowing that his time was near, Josh decided
that he was going to teach Lillian all of the
toddler skills, insuring that she will always
remember him and only him.

"Oh hohohoho. You want to do what to your
teddy bear?" laughed Josh in a fake alarmed
tone when he was teaching her how to talk.

"Wip it's head awf gwanpa! I want my beawr!"
insisted Lillian in a commanding voice.

"What's the magic word Lillian?"

"NOW!"

Dear Bob, I am glad I lived long enough to
see this day. One last time, everything is
coming up Joshua!

And Josh truly was happy as he said goodbye
to his family. "Take care of Lillian," he
whispered in Ansley's ear, "she's going to do
this family proud."

"Of course she will, Dad," Ansley responded
with a smile, "I expect nothing less."

At 5:59 P.M. Josh entered into the smallest
bathroom in the house. At 6:00 P.M. Grim
popped out of the sink.

"Joshua Devereaux, you have lived a long
and somewhat productive life. You have
proved yourself to be mildly annoying to the
legacy author and you never learned how to
spell monologue correctly.

“However, despite all of that, you have
earned your eternal rest with a platinum
gravestone that will be promptly moved to a
community lot. All in all, you have been
maybe slightly above average, but I am still
required to give you a Mai Thai drink and
Hula Zombie Dancers...if you would have
had the decency to die in a larger room,"
Grim's voice boomed.

Josh accepted the drink with a surprised look,
"Only mildly annoying? Come on! I tried to
thwart that woman at every turn. And what
about my evil coaching lessons?"

Grim sighed, "You also died in the bathroom
like Elvis. Your death will always be
remembered as such. You can't even say
that you were original. Just...mildly annoying
and mostly harmless. Now please come
quickly sir, I have many more appointments
to keep in other legacies. Deaths that are far
more interesting than yours."

As Josh faded his last words were, "Oooo, so I
get to rub elbows with famous dead Legacy
Sims then?"

Grim rolled his eyes underneath his hood, but
didn't tell him that he will be sitting in the
boring Sim afterlife because Josh would never
be considered part of the "Cool Kids Club"
where famous dead Legacy Sims get
mourned over and possibly transplanted into
other stories. Grim, it seemed, DID have a
heart underneath his exposed ribcage.

And so the first generation passed and would
be mildly missed. Joshua and Kelly's portraits
would hang in the house for all to remember
even though their gravestones would reside in
the family's own memorial park that nobody
would really visit.

And the lives of their family moved on after a
few tears. Each mourned privately in their
own way, however.

Ansley mourned in the best way that she
knew how. She made sure that nobody took
pictures of her while she was pregnant with
her second child, Sebastian. Of course,
secretly she was pleased with that decision,
as she did so hate the orange maternity
clothes.

Lillian mourned her grandfather by beating up
her teddy bear and constantly playing in the
toilet. She grew up alone throwing dirty looks
out her bedroom door where her parents
were ignoring her.

However, when she grew up, they were quick
to make sure that she got into private school,
because as Ansley put it, "Only the best for
this family. Dad would have wanted it this
way."

Hunter didn't mourn the passing of his father-
in-law nearly as much as he mourned his
dignity. While Ansley had topped at least
three careers, he was still struggling to
become Captain Hero. He found out,
painfully, that he was not resistant to
Lightning Bolts.

The mourning phase eventually passed and it
was time for Sebastian's birthday. The family
gathered together for a private party at
Ansley's insistence "To be a strong and
perfectly accessorized family, we must at
least put on the appearance that we spend
quality time together," she stated in a matter-
of-fact tone.

So, the family was forced together to put on
appearances that they were a family with high
relationship scores with each other while they
celebrated Sebastian's birthday.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was less than
thrilled as he gazed around at all of the
strangers, wondering who the heck they were
and why his beloved nanny wasn't there.

After the birthday candles were blown out
though, Sebastian was promptly fed some
Smart Milk and plopped down in front of one
of his toys while the rest of the family went
back to attending their own business.

Because appearances are just that. Sebastian,
even at a young age, realized that even
though he was a spare, he was ignored by his
family more living at the main house than
spares are ignored as grown-ups with houses
of their own.

Unfortunately, this thought was a very sad
thought to have, particularly when a child so
young has them.

Lillian didn't have such depressing thoughts,
though. She was quite confident in her
position as future heir and had no bones
about telling everyone she met her thoughts
as she was very active and outgoing.

On the other hand, she was also a very
grumpy and serious child, so as such she
lacked a lot of tact when she made
proclamations about how unworthy many
people were.

She was especially vocal whenever the topic
veered off her and onto her brother. For some
reason, she couldn't shake off the jealous
feeling whenever the nanny or maid paid
even the slightest bit of attention to
Sebastian.

"Sebastian is lucky that I even say his name
out loud," Lillian muttered under her breath as
she sat down to play at the chess board,
something that she constantly liked to do.
"Why anybody would pay attention to him is
beyond me."

Lillian picked up the Queen piece and peered
at it intently. "This is me, one of the most
important pieces in this game. Why is the
king considered important? Ah, I know what I
shall do, I will reverse the importance. Catch
the queen with her full movement. That will
make the game much more interesting.

“ Did you hear that Sebastian? I am better
than you are!" Lillian shouted into the nursery
where Sebastian was quietly playing with his
toys. Hearing no answer, Lillian gave a
satisfied nod to herself, and began intently
resetting up the chess board with her new
rules in mind.

Sebastian stood up when he heard his name
being called, very excited that someone was
finally acknowledging his existence. When
nobody came into the room to play with him
though, he frowned sadly.

The small child sighed to himself and went
back to playing with his toys, dejected. He
knew that today was his birthday and nobody
as of yet had come into his bedroom to talk
to him, let alone come in and watch him
grow up.

With nobody around to watch, Sebastian
grow from toddler to child. When he exited
his room to show himself off, Hunter stopped
him and looked him up and down.

"You know that Col. Jack O'Neill is going to
not like your hairstyle due to his
extreme...dislike of a certain Legacy Sim,"
Hunter said with a raised eyebrow. Sebastian
looked confused, then he wrinkled his nose
up at his father with a curious look.

"What does he have against Spencer
Fitzhugh?"

Hunter chuckled and shook his head. "Alright,
if you want to go that route, but you should
probably change out of the Alexander Goth
outfit* you also grew into if you plan on
taking that stance."

Sebastian sighed. "Awwwww... Alright..."

Sebastian, however much he played dumb,
did not like being compared to an existing
(and rather infamous) Sim; so he immediately
went to the bathroom to further define
himself as a unique person. Apparently he felt
going the Clark Kent route by popping on a
pair of glasses would do the trick.

"I am a unique individual. I won't be
discriminated against!" Sebastian declared,
hotly, at the mirror. The with a satisfied nod,
he left the bathroom to meet with the
Headmaster.

Lillian, however, was the first one out the
door. Irritated that though she is the heir, no
pictures were taken for her Headmaster visit,
she was determined to make as poor of an
impression as possible, thus making sure that
Sebastian would be unable to attend private
school.

"As you can see Mr. Ryan, this is my dead
grandparents' bedroom, perfectly preserved. I
am aware that you have a penchant for
necrophilia so I figured you would especially
enjoy this part of the tour. Next up would be
the spot where my father wet himself after he
got struck by lightning."

B.J. Ryan arched his eyebrow at Lillian's tone,
but he secretly DID enjoy looking at
bedrooms where people might have died, so
he let it pass.

After the impressive (if rather insolent) tour of
the house was given, Mr. Ryan sat down and
enjoyed the Lobster dinner that was prepared
specially for Headmaster visits. He gobbled
the entire dinner down, barely taking the time
to breathe. Very rarely was he ever given such
a fine meal, due to the fact that even the
most accomplished chefs rarely can cook
Lobster Thermador without burning it.

"Braaaap. Oh, excuse me," Mr. Ryan stated
letting out a rather undignified belch, "I'm B.J.
Ryan, belching compliments to the chef," he
said when he saw Ansley.

"And I'm Ansley Devereaux, smiling politely,"
she said, trying very hard to hide her disgust.

However cool, distant, and insolent the family
might have been during his visit, the
Headmaster couldn't help but be impressed.
He was accustomed to dealing with snobbish
Legacy families, and he was thankful that
there were no threats of death upon his
person by way of Cowplant; so in a show of
appreciation, the Headmaster admitted
Sebastian into private school. On his way out
of the house however, he couldn't help but
ask Ansley a question that he was rather
curious about.

"Mrs. Devereaux, your family doesn't seem to
have any problems getting your children into
private school, yet you and yours have yet to
be successful in throwing a roof raiser party.
Could you tell me why that is?"

Ansley gave him a cool smile, "Thank you for
admitting Sebastian into your institution Mr.
Ryan. If you could please refrain from
mentioning that slight imperfection to the rest
of the school board, I would be greatly
appreciative."

Seeing as he wasn't going to get an answer,
B.J. Ryan left, only slightly miffed.

After the headmaster left, Sebastian and
Lillian were left alone at the dinner table to
eat the rather mundane turkey that was
reserved for 'regular' eating. Conversation
between the two siblings was a bit stilted
when not even the mysterious bubbles
floating over them could produce more than
a few glares from Lillian.

"Well," Sebastian began, trying not to ruffle
Lillian's feathers, "it'll be cool that we'll be
going to school together, right? And then we'll
be able to..."

Lillian slowly looked up at Sebastian, giving
him the best glower she could muster.

"Sebastian," Lillian interrupted, "I am the heir.
Mother loves me more than you. I am also
better looking than you, so the author likes
me more than you. I just thought you should
know exactly where on the food chain you
actually are. Why you insist on trying to talk
to me is beyond my comprehension."

"Wait...what? Is it really necessary to rub it in
like that? You're the heir. So what? And Mom
has yet to actually pay attention to either of
us, so you're lying about that," Sebastian
retorted with an aggrieved air.

"Silence underling!" Lillian commanded.

And both children, one clearly in need of a
good 'attitude adjustment', continued their
meal with a thick silence hanging over the
table.

Over the next few days the family stuck to
their routines of skilling, going to work and
school, and skilling some more. On one such
day, I found myself walking by their house so I
could see first hand how things were going. I
was pleasantly surprised when I saw Lillian
waving at me.

"Hello Lillian," I said to the child, "how are
things at..."

Lillian interrupted me. "I was not waving at
you, I was waving at my father. Please remove
yourself from my line of sight."

I could feel my eyes widening in surprise.
Small, disobedient children are the bane of
my existence; though I supposed that Lillian
isn't exactly disobedient, just rude. I shrugged
to myself and kept walking though. I was
trying very hard not to intervene, no matter
how much I would have liked to.

Soon it was time for another birthday. Lillian
could feel the beginnings of the sparkles
simmering in her stomach, so she slammed
the book she was studying from shut, and
stood up shouting to the rest of the family,
"I'm growing up now. Don't bother marring
my memory with an imperfect party
memory."

It seemed that the rest of the family was
willing to obey her simple command by
completely ignoring the heiress growing up
into a teenager. Well, Sebastian watched from
around the corner, but Lillian didn't count
him, so she grew up alone.

After she changed into her new outfit, Lillian
presented herself to the rest of the house as a
pink wearing Family Sim. Actually, she
presented herself to Sebastian, seeing as
Ansley was sleeping and Hunter was at work.

Sebastian just raised his eyebrows in surprise
at her Family Sim statement; Lillian was by far
the least likely Sim for that aspiration than any
other Sim he ever read about (which
happened to be a lot. The computer was
Sebastian's newest best friend).

Lillian, for her part, just ignored her brother's
surprised look, and continued to prepare
herself for winning college scholarships.

Sebastian also was inadvertently preparing
himself for college even though he was such a
young age. However, he did it more for the
pure enjoyment of skilling than for anything
else; though he would sometimes chuckle to
himself whenever he got worried looks from
his father whenever he played at the chess
board.

Ansley was oblivious to all of the happenings
at her household as she was far more
concerned about topping career after career,
earning the much prized work rewards for her
children and future generations to earn skills
from. She felt that her heart was in the right
place, and if she had to sacrifice her personal
time with her family to do so, than so be it.
She felt that in the end, it would be
worthwhile.

Hunter, on the other hand, was still struggling
to earn his Lifetime Want, tiring out easily
while exercising. He tried to hide this from
Ansley, though. He was very well aware of his
wife's growing disdain at his lack of
accomplishments, and quite frankly, he still
very much wanted to impress her.

Ansley was not unaware of Hunter's distinct
lack of tenacity, though. She pondered her
disappointed feelings, wondering at them.
She tried very hard to hide it from Hunter, but
she couldn't help herself; if she could manage
to top a career every couple of days, why was
he having such a problem topping one?

Needless to say, Ansley was always very
reluctant to share the same bed with such a
disappointment, let alone let him touch her.
'He's such a LOSER!' she would think to
herself, practically cringing every time she
heard him huffing and puffing away while
exercising.

Clearly, her Romance secondary was a thing
of the past, something that she could look
back upon and laugh...if she were the type to
do such a thing.

Lillian was aware of her parents' growing
animosity towards each other. A slight,
condescending smile would quirk her lips
whenever she saw them dance around
sensitive topics, avoiding the fight that always
seemed ready to break out.

Not that Lillian particularly cared if they
fought or not, as she really had no feelings
towards either of them. Because both parents'
were far more concerned with what was
going on with the other, neither of them paid
much attention to what Lillian was doing, as
long as she stayed beneath the radar.

And she found that she liked it that way. It
made what she wanted to do that much
easier.

Lillian headed downtown to look for a
potential mate that would be both tasteful
and willing to do her bidding. The first person
she met was Daniel Jackson. She twisted her
lips when she saw him, but walked up to
greet him anyway.

"Ah. Daniel Jackson from SG-1. Yes, I am sure
you are pleased to have met me, but I regret
to inform you that while for some odd reason
you always get the pretty girl, you are
unsuitable for me. You are a playable number
one, and number two I find that I agree with
the author at the fact that you need to be
punched. Daily. Preferably with the butt of a
gun. Now leave my presence immediately."

And with a satisfied smile, she watched
Daniel Jackson as he walked away with a
confused sputter.

As she waited longer for the person she most
wanted to meet, Kennedy Cox interrupted
her with a greeting. Lillian glanced at him with
an appalled look.

"Kennedy Cox. Your nose is distasteful. I will
not have you poking out my eye every time
you wish to kiss me. You are most unsuitable.
I command you to shun me as I shall shun
you. Leave. Now."

Kennedy's mouth dropped open at Lillian's
bluntness, but he found himself walking away.

Just as Lillian was about to leave, the person
she was waiting for appeared.

Lillian's lips smiled ever so slightly at the sight
of the person. "Excellent," she whispered to
herself as she walked towards her target.

"Yes. You there witch. I intend to learn
everything possible about becoming more
powerful, thus making me even better than
my insipid younger brother, whom I feel is so
unworthy of being in my presence that the
very sight of him burns my eyes."

Frog Face the Witch laughed, "Oh yes, you
will do nicely. However, before any aspiring
witch or warlock is allowed to enter the
coven, they must bake Hate Cookies for all
the other members..."

"With the Frosting of Disdain?" Lillian
interrupted impatiently.

Frog Face blinked. "Of course. Now the
recipe is online on our website, so when you
go home, go to..."

Lillian interrupted again, "I already have the
site bookmarked and the cookies have
already been baked. So you will hand these
out to the rest of the coven, and then inform
me if they are acceptable." And Lillian handed
Frog Face a plate of cookies wrapped in pink
plastic wrap.

Frog Face took the cookies, pleased with
Lillian's obvious preparedness. "I will contact
you in a couple of days then."

While Lillian was making her deal with the
witch downtown, Sebastian grew from child
to teenager while for the first time, Hunter
watched.

"Cool sparkles, Sebastian," Hunter said,
unsure of what else to say to his one and only
son. Sebastian gave his father a grateful smile
for noticing.

But, when his father wasn't looking, Sebastian
jumped up and down on the couch with
excitement. It might have only been a couple
of words, but any sort of attention was good
enough for him.

He immediately stopped jumping when
Lillian came home and saw him. Giving an
embarrassed cough, Sebastian blushed and
sat down to do his homework next to Lillian.

Lillian looked over at her brother coolly.

"Sebastian, I am the heir. Therefore, I am
better than you. You, on the other hand, are a
geek. Thus, you are practically beneath my
notice. You should be doing my homework,
as I am far too important."

"Hey Lil? Is that something that a Family Sim
should be saying to, oh, I don't know...one of
their family members?"

"Be quiet. Now! I require nothing less than
perfect silence from a lesser being such as
yourself."

Sebastian just sighed and went back to doing
his homework.

As much as he tried to gaff off Lillian's
comments towards him about being a useless
spare, the sentiment still bothered him. Often
times he would go outside and look at the
fish in the Koi pond and talk to himself.

"I might just be a spare...but I'm entitled to
happiness. Right?" Sebastian sighed sadly. His
eyes lit up though when his father came
home. Strangely enough, his father was flying
gleefully.

"Check it out Sebastian! I'm Captain Hero! I
did it! I made it!"

Sebastian clapped his hands. "What's your
kryptonite dad? We have to make sure that
none of the bad guys can get a hold of it!"

Hunter looked perplexed. "Hmm. Good
question. Bullets probably."

"Silver bullets?"

"Hmm. No, regular ones. And knives, I guess.
Fatal car accidents, too. Pretty much anything
that would cause major organ failure. But
other than that, I'm invincible." Hunter saw
the disappointed look in Sebastian's eyes.
"Not much of a super hero, am I?"

Sebastian saw the look in his father's eyes and
gave him a smile, "But you can fly dad, and
that's awfully cool."

But, no matter how much Hunter tried to
convince himself that Ansley would be
impressed by his ability to fly, he knew deep
down that she wouldn't be. So he quietly
found another job in the Secret Agent field
without informing anyone.

He did still get to fly though, because once
you learn, you never forget. It made his spy
job that much easier. Plus...there was
something freeing about being able to fly,
and he always grinned happily when he did.

With only a day or two of waiting to hear
from the coven left, Lillian couldn't help but
smirk over at Sebastian while they were
studying.

"I am heir Sebastian, and you are not.
Therefore..."

"Yeah, yeah. You are better than me. I am a
geek. I am unworthy of your attention, blah,
blah, blah."

Lillian slammed her book shut with a loud
sniff and stomped out of the room, muttering
to herself.

Sebastian ground down another tooth.

The next morning was the day that Lillian was
waiting for. She received the phone call from
the coven informing her that Mallory St. John
would be coming over to visit and let her
know if her application was accepted.

"Who is Mallory St. John?" Lillian asked. She
was informed that the witch that she
contacted would be the with who would be
giving her the news. "Ah. I see. I was unaware
of her name," was all Lillian said.

After hanging up the phone, Lillian paced the
length of her bedroom in impatience. She felt
she was forgetting something.

Then she saw Remington Harris, and it clicked
into place. "You there man maid," Lillian
stated imperiously. Remington stopped and
looked at Lillian, surprised as she started
handing him money. "I will pay you to do my
bidding. However, you must always do as I
say with no questions asked. Do I make
myself understood?"

Remington laughed, "You don't have to pay
me to marry you kiddo. A lot of Legacy
families do, and I am usually pretty happy
with that," he stopped when he saw Lillian's
incredulous look. He trembled a bit when she
started laughing.

"Oh, you will be most amusing. You will most
definitely do. Now begone from my sight,
and tell no one what has transpired between
us." Remington could only nod as he watched
Lillian go outside to greet the guest that just
arrived.

"Excellent," Lillian smiled at the arriving witch.
Frog Face, or rather Mallory St. John,
dismounted her broom and looked Lillian
over, not saying anything. Lillian continued, "I
trust my Disdain Frosted Hate Cookies were
acceptable?"

Mallory began waving her wand at Lillian.

"Oh yes," Mallory St. John cackled, "the coven
was MOST pleased with your Hate Cookies."

"Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Excellent! I shall
truly enjoy ruling over this Legacy with the
help of my new magical powers. None shall
resist what I say..."

Lillian's acceptance speech was cut off by a
shriek that came from inside the house.

"LILLIAN MERRYWEATHER DEVEREAUX!"
Ansley shouted in a most undignified manner.
"What are you THINKING?!"

Lillian coolly glanced at the woman who has
resided in the house with her all of her life,
but had barely said a dozen words to her.
"Who do you think you are?" Lillian asked the
other woman calmly.

Ansley sputtered, "Who am I? I'm your
mother! I..."

"My MOTHER? Oh that is rich. You might
have bore me, but you barely raised me.
Carrying me in your womb does NOT make
you my mother!" Lillian shouted at Ansley.

Ansley stared, stunned at her daughter. At
that moment, she realized that what Lillian
said was correct. A tear trickled down from
her eye.

Lillian continued shouting, "Or is it the green
glow that you find so displeasing? Does it
clash with your outfits? My mother. Please."

Ansley wiped the tears from her eyes. She
knew what she needed to do.

"Get out Lillian. I will not have a truly evil child
residing over this family. It was funny when
your grandfather always said he wanted an
evil child, but he is gone, and I realize that it
most certainly is NOT appropriate." More
tears spilled down Ansley's cheek.

Lillian just laughed. "Fine Mother. Have it your
way. Good luck preparing Sebastian to be
heir, much good it will do you."

Ansley tried to say something, but Lillian
interrupted her. "No Mother, I have nothing
more to say to you other than this..."

"You WILL regret the day you disowned me.
Mark my words. Kicking me out of the house
does absolutely nothing other than make me
angry. Or shall I say it like this...You will RUE
the day."

Lillian cackled and flew away on her broom
waving goodbye in a mocking manner.

Sebastian ran outside in time to see his
mother break down into sobs and his sister fly
off on a broom.

"Oh NO!" he cried. "What are we going to do
now?"

***

"Ahahahahaha! That's right Lillian, be rude to
ME will you? Disowned! Or should I say
Dispwned!" I shouted at my computer, not
realizing that someone was standing behind
me, giving me a very worried look.

After about five minutes of me gloating at the
computer screen, the person behind me
cleared their throat.

"Talking to the computer again, hon?"
KeithSim, my husband, said to me with a
patient look. I looked up from my monitor
and blinked my eyes a few times because
they had dried out.

"Oh, hi," I tried to say casually, "I didn't realize
that you were going to be introduced into my
Sim world so soon." I stood up from my seat,
wincing because my leg had fallen asleep
(because I was sitting on it while typing), and
gave KeithSim a hug.

After hugging me, KeithSim pulled out a
mirror and looked at himself. For a moment
he looked confused as to where the mirror
actually came from, then shook his head as if
he really didn't want to know.

"Not too bad looking. Idealized of course,
but all in all, pretty accurate."

He put the mirror away with his eyes closed.
He most likely was thinking about blue skies
and waterfalls as I do when weird Sim-Like
questions being applied to real people pop
into my head.

"Anyway," he continued, "of course I was
going to be here. Did you think I was going to
allow any version of yourself to run wild in a
neighborhood with Jack O'Neill and 'hot
legacy spares' without me being there
threatening to administer my patented Choke-
Fu on them?"

I tried to look surprised. I hate it when he can
read my mind like that. It's creepy. "I have no
idea what you are talking about," was all I
could say.

KeithSim just laughed and kissed me. "My
crazy honey. So what happens now?"

I shrugged. "We're immortal. We get to walk
around the neighborhood, attend parties, and
just generally have fun without the nuisance
of aging."

KeithSim smiled, "Sweet. I've always wanted to
be immortal. So do I like, get to rule the world
with a velvet glove covered iron fist?"

I raised my eyebrows at him, "Sort of. More
me than you, but...sure. But I should get back
to typing. Oh, and could you please not pick
too many fights with our neighbors? Tipped
over garbage cans are a pain in the butt to
clean up after."

"I can make no absolute promises."

And that's the best I can get out of him.

***

Thanks for reading everyone, and see you
next time! * wave *

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