Introduction.
Hey guys this is my sims fiction, Sorrow in my Heart. Based upon a story I wrote five years ago, although set five years later it carries on from the previous events, with many reoccurring characters. This is a cross over fic, but mostly these are original sims characters which I own all the copyrights too, so don't steal. Enjoy! ~ ^_^
Sorrow in my Heart
Chapter One, A New Dawning
My God, I couldn't believe it, it had been a whole five years since I had finally defeated Emu Girll and her followers. I had finally settled down with my first love Evan, and was finally coming to terms with the turbulence of my former life. I looked down at our crimson sheets to see his gentle sleep, pale skin and dark black hair shone slightly in the rising sun light, he looked so beautiful, my husband.
My belly was swollen slightly carrying precious life, my baby, Evan's baby. I rubbed it happily, thinking back at the many child I had lost before, how all were killed or lost. I started to cry slightly, I had been so cruel, so callous, but this was a new leaf, nothing bad was going to happen to this miracle, I just knew it. I wiped my tears away from my crystal blue eyes, and smiled slightly at this comforting thought. My luscious shiny black hair was mussed in fashionable style as I looked in the accompanying mirror. I was ready for this, perhaps finally, this sorrow in my heart would be lifted forever.
My name is Mary Sue, and this is my story.
Hearing the sound of my lover's gentle respirations, my gaze was once again drawn to the rugged masculine form laid next to mine. Oh, my darling, he was radiant, manflesh glistening in the dawn's early light like limpid dewdrops clinging to the gossamer petals of a solitary black rose in the misty early hours of the day.
Reaching out, I rested a single crimson-manicured porcelain hand on the slowly undulating flesh of his back, my love shifting slightly in response to my ministrations. His flesh, warm... like my heart had never been in my former life. And upon this thought, tears freshly welled in my eyes, trailing down my cheeks in a salty caress. "Dark Angel...", I whispered, barely audible even to myself.
At this, he awoke, turning to face me with a yawn and a catlike stretch, his forest green orbs, sparkling even in the low light of the dawn, soon meeting my icy blue ones in a brilliant dance of emerald and sapphire. "Has something troubled you, my darling?", he sleepily inquired. "A bad dream, perhaps?". "Oh, no, nothing of that sort," I replied. "Just thinking, is all... about the past."
Swiping my tears away with a determined yet soft gesture of my hand, I laid myself next to my bare-chested seraph, careful not to press the precious proof of our love too hard against his muscular body. Caressing his immaculate face, I gave a sorrowful sigh that gently reverberated in the luxuriantly decorated bedroom. "Will the sins of the past ever be set to rest?" I moaned, taking in the musky scent of my lover with a shiver.
His sparsely haired chest moved up and down, his ripe, pouty lips formed a vague smile. "Let bygones be bygones," he murmured. "What's done is done. One's it's over, it's over."
I gave another sigh, more forceful this time. Oh, how knowledgeable he was, that man of mine, what a great teacher he would make for our child. Smiling blissfully, I remembered what a great teacher I had been, teaching words like 're-incinerated' and 'cliff hanger' to those that weren't as blessed with a prodigious talent as I was. Another wave of tears flooded from my sapphire blue eyes, saturating the sheets with the salty liquid.
Evan looked up at me, his piercing emerald eyes penetrated my soul, I felt a rush of electricity course through my body, it drove me crazy how just his gaze could do this to me every single time. I found it hard just to do simple household tasks such as cleaning and cooking when Evan was in my presence, watching, brooding, silently.
'Mary, you must not dwell on the past, it won't do our baby any good, you can be so foolish sometimes.' He said with a chuckle.
I smiled feeling silly, 'You are right Evan, thank you for correcting me. I just worry so about the babe.'
'Everything is going to be fine, I promise. Now how about you get started on breakfast?' He asked with a devilish grin.
'Ok!' I said happily, making sure my man was well looked after filled me with so much happiness and validation, to think of having a baby too to serve made me brim full of joyousness tears. I pushed them back and went into our designer kitchen.
I had inherited my parents mansion after they had both killed themselves in a suicide pact, apparently they had been so disheartened and depressed ever since I had ran away from home as a teen. Yet as I thought back to how they had so selfishly treated all my life, always prying into my privacy and 'wanting what's best for me', I found this hard to believe. I was grateful however they at lest got over their selfish ways in the end.
Light-heartedly, I started preparing the batter for the pancakes Evan was so very fond of and warbled away to a few Simlish classics. A little bird came in from the open kitchen window and sat down on my shoulder, a sweet tiny deer entered the room through the kitchen door, giving me a bug-eyed look. More birds fluttered in when I got out the pan from the overhead cupboard, putting it on the stove, and another beastly forest dweller joined me when I poured the batter into the pan. All together, we filled the kitchen with a concert of harmony and peace that was only surpassed by the overwhealming smell of the delicious breakfast meal.
Evan came running into the kitchen, his face was distorted with surprise. "What is happening here?" he cried, throwing his hands up in the air.
"What do you think is happening?" I replied, giving him my most seductive smile. "My skin is as white as snow, my hair is as black as night, and my lips are as red as blood. And one day I will have a daughter that is the spitting image of me."
"I want to have a son," Evan grumbled, sitting down at the kitchen table with a snorting sound.
As I started to serve Evan his breakfast (He always is served first, just a silly rule we have that makes me adore him even more so) I felt a pang of pain in my stomach, the woodland animals looked at me with alarming concern.
''Ohhh... Evan I don't feel too good! I think I'm having a miscarriage!'
'What is it now?' He replied, looking up from the his daily Garfield strip on the newspaper, with an exacerbated sigh.
'The baby, I can sense it dying!' I screamed, crying, clutching my precious bump, trying to keep hold onto the baby and stopping it come out. My whole world was crashing down before my eyes, I could barely hear Evan's gentle words of comfort.
'Here we go again...' said Evan rolling his eyes. Come on, I'll drive you to the doctors in my Porch'
I blacked out and awoke in the doctor's office.
'Mary Sue, you are awake, thank God.'
'Doctor! Is my baby ok?' I screamed, resuming my crying.
'In a sense yes' He said, looking out the window, back faced to me. I looked down to see my precious lady bump was still there, I massaged it thanking God. My days of Satan worship were over.
'There are some... complications though.'
'What the fuck are you talking about?!' I screamed angrily, feeling scared and confused. Where was my husband, I needed him, it was like I didn't exist.
'I did some tests and... Evan is incontinent, he can't possibly be the father of your baby'
'Oh my god... But doctor, I haven't slept with any other man, I swear! I'm no slag' I replied crying, images of myself being raped crossed my mind, was it possible I had been date raped? Every time me and Evan went out it seemed like there was always one trying to slip something in my Vk Blues.
'I know... you're a vampire, am I correct?'
Hot red embarrassment and guilt rushed over me.
'Yes doctor, I'm trying to put those days behind me now, me and my husband, we barely drink any blood now, we are trying to quit.'
The doctor nodded slowly.
'I believe you were impregnated by the very vampire that bit you so many years ago. It normally takes five years for the baby to develop in a secondary womb that only vampires have. Female vampire contain a kind of feminine sperm in their blood that will produce a clone of themselves through impregnation. Do you still know the vampire whom bit you?'
I screamed in shock and started to cry. Emu girl, it couldn't be...
I don't know how I got home from the hospital or how I survived the next few days. Thick fog misted my thoughts, horrid nightmares became my dreams. I even suffered a relapse into my old way of speaking.
"When dah babii is born, we haz to stump babbys hed," I said to Evan."Or stabb it in da hart wit a nife from da kitchin."
"You're kidding, aren't you?" Evan said, his face distorted into a human field of disgust. With the benefit of hindsight I have to admit that while I was pregnant his face was actually distorted all of the time.
"Evan, da babii is da clone of tat stupid emu bitch. It's all part of her plannnn to world domination." I cried out, red with anger, blind with rage.
"You cannot blame an innocent child for the sins of its mother." Evan replied. "We forswore Satan and all other evil things, and equally we'll raise the baby as if it was from me. And that's the last thing I want to hear about this matter."
"But I..."
"No more words, I warn you!"
Evan's words were my command, so I yielded up to my fate, letting my belly grow bigger and bigger with each passing day.
Outwardly, I put on a brave face, delighting in playing the attentive housewife, laughing about Evan's jokes and fetching cold beer for him from the fridge. Inwardly, I shedded tears after tears, hoping that a miracle would happen that prevented the birth of a cursed bastard.
Next Friday was the day for my bi-weekly baby check-up that my wondrous Evan, that hunk in shining kilt, would of course accompany me to. As we stepped up onto Evan's sleek, black-with-flames-on-the-side motorbike, I got a sinking feeling that something terrible was about to happen. I tried to get Evan to call us a taxi but he murmured that it would make us look like chums and then told me sexily to shut up. The ride to the doctor was uneventful, apart from the seagull that majestically flew over us.
The doctor, an old, wrinkly woman named Dr. Angel put me in the ultrasound and then came a sudden intake of air from her direction.
"Ms. Mary Sue, you are not only carrying one child but 2 sets of twins! Congratulations!"
Grief-stricken that I was not only carrying just one set of bastards but two, I looked at Evan with teary eyes, fully expecting him to fly into his manly fits, but instead, I saw him groping Dr. Angel's butt! And she was trying to move is hand towards her womanly folds!
"Evan, you motherfucker!" I screamed with anguish. I ran and ran from the doctor's office and did not stop until I reached my beautiful gothic manor, perfectly maintained gardens of black and red roses greeting me upon my arrival. "It's not fair!", I yelled. "Everybody betray me! I fed up with this world!".
Grabbing a long kitchen knife, I ran to the bathroom, sexily locking the door behind me, readying the bathtub for my own life-taking. With blackest sorrow, I disrobed myself, revealing my pale voluptuous body (including the wicked-hot Amy Brown faerie tattoo positioned on the smooth, tantalizing flesh just above my sex but beneath the blood red, rose-shaped piercing which adorned my navel and also there was a bloddy heart-shaped piercing on my clit ^_^) to naught but the walls of the lavatory. I stepped sensually yet sadly into the warm water of the tub, feeling it caress every inch of my flawless porcelain skin.
"I will stain this water red with my life's blood!", I cried angrily, knife raised above my wrists, readied for penetration. "This is it! Never again will my heart be weighed down by the misery and sadness of this world!"
All of a sudden though my thoughts turned to my former BFF Dark Angel and I thought about what happened to her as she gave into the temptations of evil and blackness.
"I can't!" I sobbed, dropping the knife into the water where it came to rest betwixt my thighs. "I mustn't. I must not bend to the will of Satan! If I die, my babies die! I am no more a babby killer!"
I pulled a new black 100% Egyptian Cotton towel from the rail and dried my frail beautiful body, throwing the towel away in the garbage once I was done, just like Evan had done with my glass heart I thought sadly. If I had to raise my babies as a single mother then so be it, I could still be a MILF I thought with a satisfied smirk.
I pulled on a black silk Chanel nightdress that was transparent enough that you could see my perfect breasts and perfect pale pink areola, which were just the right size, despite what Emu Girl might have said in the past. I climbed into my four post bed, and started to cry, thinking that it would be my first night alone since I had married my beautiful Evan. Where could my husband be? 'Probably filling some tart' I sniffed out loud, before sobbing into my pillow.
A week later.
I was in my personal gym when it happened. I sharp shot of pain coursed through my body, my expensive yoga pants were suddenly saturated with water, it had broke! My water had broke! 'Oh Sat- I mean God!' I screamed. I waddled over to my Ferrari and was able to slip in, despite being pregnant I was still rather slender, some people said I hardly looked pregnant at all I thought with a smirk. I didn't want to take an ambulance because public transport is for loosers.
Getting to the hospital was a blur, I vaguely remember people diving out of my way, at one point I wasn't even driving on the road, but it didn't matter. My babies safety was the most important thing on the world right now, to hell with everyone else, they were expendable.
The doctors hooked me up to morphine so the rest of the birth was something of a blur. Despite the drugs I could still remember intense pain.
'A demonic birth like this isn't right!' One nurse screamed, 'We must kill the babies once they come out. It's the will of the Lord!' Through my drugged stupor I screamed at the woman, telling her to fuck off. One of the doctors dragged her out of the room. 'Don't worry, Mary Sue, nothing bad is going to happen to your babies. Now push!' He shouted.
I pushed, pain like nothing in this world coursed through my frail body. I felt a great fullness leave me, looking down I saw my perfectly toned body return to it's former glory as the babies fell out. They were...
They were perfect!
Two girls, they looked beautiful, the most beautiful babies I had ever seen! I was terrified they'd come out with blue skin and pentagrams craved into their cheeks. But they were two perfect beautiful sexy babies like their mommy.
'Here you go Mary Sue' said the doctor. I pushed him aside and cuddled the perfect babes to my bosom. I wept. Finally this sorrow in my heart had been lifted.