*I'd like to mention that this story follows the life of an actual sim I am playing now. That and the combination of a few other factors in my life may cause the story to a bit choppy. Once I install the supernatural EP I will do my best to accommodate that. This story is just for fun, how I imagine my sims would feel as I make them do stupid stuff. Certain elements of the game did need to be altered. Okay, enough rambling and apologizing.
My two inch heels clacked as I walked toward my new starter home. The house, a quaint, ranch home with the barest forms of furniture, was located at the base of the celebrity hills near the bridge. It was surrounded by trees and grass, with the rolling river behind it. The house had the illusion of being a log-cabin hidden in the dark forest, but I could see the city glowing as brightly as the moon from the other side of the water. Before I could even reach the door, I sensed that something was amiss. Vermin. My house was infested with insects. I needed to either call an exterminator or kill the little demons myself. From that moment, I should have known Bridgeport would bring me nothing but trouble. I stopped my tread toward the house and turned to face a group of roaches by the patch of cement parking spot.
As I stomped the disgusting creatures, I started to think. Then I realized that I didn't know what to think about.
"Who am I?" I asked myself out loud. I went through my mental files, trying to figure out my own personality. "Oh yeah," I said as I made way toward the pesky moths flying near my door. "I'm Zayn Xu. I just reached full adulthood." Having grasped my identity, I started to organize my goals. "The first thing I should do is get a job in science." But just as quickly as that want appeared, I changed my mind. The thought vanished from my brain. "I guess I shouldn't do that. Okay, well, maybe I'd like to read a book about charisma. Yes, I definitely want to do that. That means I'll need to go to the bookstore to buy a book about charisma too." I nodded as I chased a group of butterflies across the front yard. "Then, I want to meet someone new. Yeah. I need to get acquainted with someone from around here." I was assaulted by an army of new wishes, but again, they left at almost the same time they arrived. Weird.
As soon as I'd rid myself of the filthy pests, I picked up the newspaper. I needed to get a job.
"Business? No. Law Enforcement? Not at all. Medical? Puh-leeze." I folded the paper up and put it in the trash. Guess I'd need to try some other day.
I still had a bit of cash leftover from the move. Smiling, I walked toward the mailbox and pulled out and envelope addressed "To the Undermine Charity of Elder Life Fruits. Enclosed is a check for $100. Zayn Xu." A dark, twisted pleasure ran up my spine as I pushed the envelope into my mailbox and closed it. The act gave me a little extra something as I walked toward my house, but just before I could step inside, a man with wavy, black hair and a long, white lab coat ran toward me. He pushed past me to ring the doorbell. As he mashed his hand right into my boobs and shoved me aside, I felt a chill. This creep was a vampire. I was being hunted.
Recognizing that I was the sole resident of the place, he turned to face me. "Hi!" the stranger said, as if he hadn't done anything rude in the least. The smell of something burning wafted from him, and he did appear to be sweating more than the weather warranted. "I'm Griffin Torrent. I heard you had some interesting critters on your lot, and I'd love to have a few. You know, for the lab." He smiled and awaited my answer, his sharp incisors gleaming in the sunlight. He reminded me a little of the undead, but, thinking of my wish to meet new people, I consented. The feeling that he wanted to taste the plasma flowing through my veins did not leave me, but before I could change my mind and ask him to leave, he then ran toward a pile of roaches I must have missed, and began stomping them furiously. I'm not sure how that would get him specimens for the lab, but I didn't complain; I hated the little monsters. I entered the house to take a look in the mirror. For some reason, I couldn't recall what I looked like.
Oh yeah. Long, straight black hair, down to my ass. Beautiful, smiling Asian eyes, with the longest possible lashes, surrounded with thick eyeliner, passed down toward me from my father; and full lips, painted red, passed down to me from my Spanish mother. Neither of whom, for some odd reason, I remembered. A smooth, sloping nose was the centerpiece of my lightly tanned face. I felt the need to gussy up before leaving.
Just as I finished, Griffin walked back into my house. How he was able to enter without a key, I had no idea. He didn't give me room to answer, though, because he immediately began talking. He thanked me for the bugs, then started toward my bathroom as if he was going to use it. How dare he make himself at home in my house? Such a rude guest. I stared after him, at a loss for words. Eventually, I pulled myself together and marched toward my bathroom. Just as opened the door, though, I heard the pipes creaking as a 50-year-old mixture of water and crap pushed through the shower head. Before I understood what was happening, I walked in and caught an eyeful of what Griffin was working with. It was certainly a lot. He stepped out the shower, not even bothering to cover his junk, and began twisting and turning, trying to pull on his clothes. It was embarrassing, but perhaps more embarrassing was how turned on I was. Also strange.
Griffin was still a jerk, though. And I had to let him know.
"Umm, excuse me? You know, I just moved in, and I thought I was being friendly, letting you check out my bugs and all, but don't you think it's just a little bit rude to go showering in my house? I don't even KNOW you!" But, as the words fell from my mouth, I knew that I did want to know him. Him and I, we had to become friends. That was something I wanted.
I expected to see in him not only embarrassment, but the beginnings of an apology. But when he finally brought his eyes up to mine, he wasn't frowning, looking ashamed. He was smiling. "I guess I was being a little inappropriate, wasn't I?" As he said this, I realized he was now dressed in a formal outfit. This was clearly anything but formal. "In fact, I didn't even get your name."
"I'm Zayn. Zayn Xu," I replied. Though I was still a bit irritated, I thought it best to try to familiarize myself with the guy. He was the only sim I knew in the world.
We started to talk about anything, everything. Every once in a while, I felt the strange compulsion to confide in him my mastermind plot, a plot I didn't even know I had, and that dark pleasure rose in me again. But just as the darkness filled my stomach and begin rising toward my chest, he shook his head at me, begging me to shut up.
"You know, what's wrong with you? You're always babbling about some crazy plot. You think you're some sort of evil overlord in the making?" He'd laugh. Pretty rude shit to say to someone you just met two hours ago. Many times I'd go off on a rampage ("And once that happens, I'll rule the WORLLLLLD!"), and many times he'd shut me down and cut me up, ("Oh be quiet, you crazy, wicked bitch!"). But this dance was fluid, a rhythm, as if we were in sync with each other. Slowly, the feeling that he wanted to drink me left. I had another urge to ask him a question.
"Griffs," I started. We'd become friends. "You know, I have to ask, what's your zodiac sign? I'm a Scorpio."
"Pisces," he replied. At this, both our eyes lit up. "That means we're compatible."
We moved off this subject, and unto new ones. I felt comfortable to ask him more questions, like how his day was. We even discussed some stupid book he'd read earlier today, though I hadn't even heard of it before then. It was as if we were best friends.
The conversation lulled once I finally ran out of things to say. I decided to give him a chance to talk. We stood there, in my living room, looking at our feet and swaying a bit, until finally Griffin cleared his throat. I looked up, ready to engage in conversation again. But before I could even comprehend what he was doing, Griffin leaned in, took the back of my head with his hands, and shoved his lips into mine. Where the fuck did that come from? I should've been pissed. I really should have been. But as I felt my arms rising to hold him, I realized that this, too, was something I wanted. I'd wanted to finally feel his lips pressing against mine for the first time. I hadn't really been interested in a platonic friendship. I never was. I was always searching for love, whether it be in books, on TV, or with some white-haired creep that bum-rushed me upon my arrival to this place. And now, I was romantically interested with him. He might even be my first love. In fact, the vulgarness of his actions, the way I should have been completely grossed out, made it all the more enjoyable. This close to him, I could tell that he was absolutely exhausted. He hadn't slept in 21 hours, and he was feeling horrible. Is it bad that I felt an intense, almost erotic, evil pleasure from his suffering? I was also feeling what I'd gotten an eyeful of rubbing against my thigh. Again, a variety of desires went through my mind, the front-runners being to ask Griffin on a date and to kiss him again.
After a moment, we disengaged, and with that, our conversation broke. "I have to take care of some things. Hope to see you soon!" Griffin said, already turning to run out the door. I watched him, or rather, a blur fly down the street, then decided to make myself some mac and cheese. My eyes, glazed at the prospect of love, or, more feasibly, lust, caught sight of the clock. It was already 12 'o clock AM. I'd have to call Griffin for our date tomorrow. Tonight, I think we'd both sleep like the dead.