Short chapter I think after if I don't add one or more chapter's in-between the next 3+ chapters I already got I will start with needing bilingual proofreaders. I will need readers who know French as Microsoft Word translating it, and Google Translate, don't always play nice. For the most part I will try to keep it pretty much English but italicized for when they are speaking in French, with bits of French thrown in there and translated here and there. Heck I'm learning French as I go, I knew a little before, but now I will learn even more, fun! So please if I mess it up or if the translators aren't doing it justice please let me know!

Teacher's Pet

She met many children some she was fond of, some she was not. One little scamp was a joy to teach his impish spirited nature not only made him egger to learn but a joy to teach as well, he was one of those kids who just wanted to please, be told what to do. He wasn't so much a naughty boy, as in he caused trouble but he was spirited a bit, however if this wasn't directed in the right place or right way, it could be a train wreck just waiting to happen. He loved to learn and she made it a joy for him, but everything else was the big problem, pulling him in all directions, most not good. She had determined that this young lad needed her special attention and one on one, guidance, as far as teaching him French went. "That's it, Dusty, all for today. Your parents will be here soon to pick you up, so you best get ready."

"Awww, but I want to learn more French."

"Oh and I thoroughly enjoy teaching you French, Dusty, and don't let anyone else know this," whispering it, "but you're my favorite student to teach." It was the truth little Dustin Broke was her favorite student to teach, he was always so focused and enthusiastic to learn, well at least when it came to learning French, everything else was a bit distracting unless it peaked his interest somehow.

"And you're my favorite teacher. You always make it so fun to learn and so interesting."

"It's my specialty; if it's fun, then it's easy to learn things, and a joy to learn, anything. It's also easy once you learn how you learn the best too as well. It's late though, you should be getting ready to go home," the boy had voluntary even begged to have the extra weekend tutoring to learn French; he really wanted to learn it. Plus his teacher being so pretty and making tasty crêpes didn't hurt either. So it was a fair tradeoff he got a few extra hours in to learn, and to her, very enjoyable hours, to teach him, more French. She agreed to this, and teaching him French period, provided Dustin was serious and he worked hard at learning his French lessons then yes, she will make him some crêpes, and that worked for him, he had earned that treat. At the end of all his lessons each week he not only got his crêpes but years later he got his teachers' recipe on how to make her yummy crêpes too, they weren't the crêpes suzette but a special fruit desert crêpe.

"Miss. Angelique, where do you go after you're all done teaching?"

"I, go home."

"I know, but what I mean is, I don't see anyone picking you up or anything like that. Where's your home? You know, in case I want to visit you, or need to have my French lessons at your house, where do you live?"

"Well in town, I don't really have a home I stay at anymore, but have a house that I stay at."

"Oh. Do you have a husband?"

"No, no I don't. I can't, I was hurt and I can't really, I don't think I'm the marrying type."

"What about kids?"

"You're my kids, all of you, all my students."

"I don't mean students, don't you want to have kids, real kids, of your own one day, or adopt?"

"I have, had, a child, he's dead, I uh, don't want to go through what I did to have another one."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I don't know," his lip quivered before sniffling and crying.

"Oh don't cry."

"He's dead, oh no, I made you sad I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. That's my worst fear, I'm sure it's yours and you had to live through it!"

"No you didn't know. Sometimes it's better to talk about these things. It's just you," sighing deeply before she continued, "uh see, I uh well uh... Do you know how babies are made?"

"Umm kind of, a lot of love and then a small part of mommy and daddy go together to make a new baby, but most of the rest is up to God to do. Then it takes a long time to happen, a baby to come, be born, I guess it needs time to grow in mommy's special baby home. I've seen a few moms with big bellies, and mommy and daddy are talking about making me a big brother, maybe in a year or two."

"Right, ideally, that's how it works. It's done in a loving way like you described where they want to have a baby. But sometimes, that's not how some Sims, are made. Sometimes some bad Sims do that, it, to hurt a woman, to make someone pregnant to have a baby, they do it in an unloving way; they do it to harm or hurt someone. I was a victim of that."

"Oh no, but why, why did that happen?"

"I don't know, some are just, evil, just are evil. So I was hurt and well got pregnant because of it, not that I wanted it to happen or to get hurt or have a baby, but I was glad to have him, my son. Oh, I loved him so much, but I was just maybe too young and hurt. I was able to care for him feed him and loving him all that important stuff, it's just when I had to look at him, I had a lot of bad pain hurt, from what happened. So I needed help, so the only help I could get at the time was through Social Services by agreement I would leave him in their temporary care until after I got some help. I needed to talk to someone, not my parents who still believed I had purposely gotten pregnant not raped. So I left my son my baby, nearly a toddler, in the care of Social Services, to go talk with someone, counseling, sounded great, and I got all the help I needed. The only problem was they never let me have my baby back, nor would they ever give him back. It wasn't just the fact I was a teenager, and once I got older I could get him back, no, I couldn't ever get him back. Social Services had tricked me out of my baby, they told me if I took the counseling, I could have him back, but they lied to me. I went there to get help because I was living on my own and just need a little help sorting out not only my victimization but help raising my baby because my parents weren't helping me at all. I found out years later when it was sorted out more and the villain was convicted and jailed did my parents realized that I had not lied about what had happened to me. Only by then was it far too late to do anything about it. It turns out it was partly their fault, my parents, for arranging this fiasco, to see if I really was a victim of rape or if I was just lying about it which I was certainly not. Because of all of that even after that I was still never able to get my baby back."

"Did you ever see him again?"

"Oh yes, all the time, when I could, but they still wouldn't let me have him back. Many years passed by my boy grew up and got married. I was bitter and angry that I was never to be a part of his life. I was more bitter and enraged they never let him remember me; they gave him something to make him forget. If I were to walk up to him if he were still alive today he wouldn't even know who I was. I was angry and bitter for many years, I forced myself to age quickly, to end my wretched life, I just wanted to die; the sooner mine ended, the better, I thought, until I lost my son. Only then, did I realize it, how stupid and selfish and foolish I was. Life is a gift and I determined to try to make amends of my mistake in any way that I could to make up for trying to end my life before it was time. In addition, to using the drug they use on orphaned children, to make them stay younger longer, I found a way to stay forever young, to become a Vampire. Decades had passed, and I kept watch. Obeying what God told me to do, I listened, and like I promised Him on the day, I gave my life to Jesus. I told my Lord that I would obey Him in everything He asked of me, as long as He made Himself very real to me and that I knew it was His Voice for sure when He asked of me to do something. I obeyed when God told me to move out of that house, and I was rewarded for it for obeying Him. One day I had gotten a special gift a Genie Lamp and I had wished on it as God had told me to do, wish for youth, peace of mind, and a long life, just as God had instructed me. So, I got a chance to redo my life, to make it right, this time around. God really blessed me, because of that, I can't express how much joy that gift has given to me, to make amends to make my life right, like I should have right from the start. So, during my second chance at being a teenager I was lead to the Vampire that first turned me, and became one of them once again. The first time I was turned, I did it so I could stay ageless to learn all I can about Social Services so I could try to destroy Social Services from the inside out, time to plot. I had also suspended the creep's life who got me pregnant and is in jail to further punish him for doing what he had did to me, to make him pay longer, to suffer more for his sins. I was already getting money from him but that wasn't enough I just wanted to make him suffer his lifelong sentence longer, indefinitely, that was very wrong. It was only after I had seen Social Services kill my child and their family did I finally lose it. I was just dead inside, that was it, I had enough, I gave my life to God that day, I changed, so after that I decided to make amends I would be the deceased's family's guardian, to watch over the family."

"But you're not a Vampire now are you?"

"No, when I wished for Youth I was cured of it, when I was changed from an elder back into a teenager again. After being turned a second time, I took the cure right before I went to College, but I may one day return to begin one. For now though, I still needed to watch over the house though, I still do that, to this very day, I always go there to watch over them."

"So where is that place?"

"I can't tell you. The only thing I can tell you is, if you ever do find that place, that house, you have to be pure of heart, right with God and your intentions have to be pure or otherwise the spirits who rest there will come after you, Dustin. They can both recognize and know the good and God especially in you if you have Him in you or not, you have to be of pure motives, before they will allow you in or too near the house. They will scare you away literally, if you mean ill will. I told them to do this, they watch the place day and night while I'm away or gone. So your intentions must be pure, and right, if you do ever find the house because they will both know it if you are not, the moment you do step onto that property. Though that is not to say if you do find it, and you are not yet saved that they will go after you, to scare you, but they will challenge you to judge your motives, they know, they are in Heaven, in Truth, they know, they will be made to know. Be pure of heart you ever do come to see me, at that old place."