Kaela’s here!

Oh wow. WordPress needs to stop changing. Like now. But anyways, I feel bad that my wordpress is, sort of kinda, probably would have been abandoned thanks to my legacy being lost. I’m mainly, really, active on my Simblr but I’ll post here too…when I remember to ._.

Image“She’s taking too long!”

“Yea. She’s a blabber mouth Kaela.”

Boo! Anyways, those red-heads are Kaela and Birgitta Lennox. Cousins. They can be found under my Islander tab on my simblr. Kaela’s also for download here : D

Here’s some images of her in CAS and in game.ImageImage

Enjoy your new red-head cutie pie : D

End of a Dream

The laptop could not be saved. The chips, motherboard, all of it was too far gone and the laptop was “too old” to be bothered with in my opinion. The Fangs thank you for having followed them, loved them, hated them and watched them grow.

I will continue of course but without images. The last 3 gens had been planned out in my head long before Linger’s own creation. This will be incredibly long, but only because there was so much to see before it was over.

Mammon Fangs (Gen 7). Mammon would cheat on Mencil once she was again reunited with Harnish. Her two daughters from Mencil, would find out that Mommy’s friend was to become their new daddy. Enraged, torn and hating their mother, they begged their father to take them with him, they didn’t want to live with Mommy anymore. Mammon, enraged as usual when anyone tried to defy her, would force her two children into their room and deadbolt the door, it could only be locked from the outside. She’d force Mencil to sign away his rights, she’d burn the history, and make it appear in records that she was never married to Mencil and that Mencil was never a father. She’d have 1 child with Harnish, and deeming that child as the “true heir” because she came from the man she loved, Shansa would become a princess in status almost. Mammon would treat her children equally, but keep an overly watchful eye on her previous children. The moment they set foot in the house, they were deadbolt locked in their rooms and essentially trained to be “servants” and “protectors” for Shansa. Mammon would eventually drift from Harnish. She’d have no time for him, she’d ignore him and didn’t even notice when he began sleeping in another room.

Shansa Fangs (Gen 8). Having grown up thinking her mother was the ultimate woman, perfect in every way, it nearly killed her to learn she was the product of something that caused her beloved sisters a ton of pain. She refused to believe them, but having found a picture of Mencil and Mammon the girls managed to save from their mother, she learned her mother wasn’t as perfect as she’d thought. Sheltered in the love of her two older sisters, Shansa learned what Mammon couldn’t truly teach her, kindness and selflessness. On her older sister’s 16 birthday, she found them sobbing about how their father was missing such a moment in their lives. Shansa, wishing to help, found her father Harnish and convinced him he had a duty as a fellow dad to see to it that her sister’s had Mencil again. Harnish had loved all of the girls equally, but seeing the heartbreak his own daughter felt, he tracked Mencil down and snuck him into the house. Shansa felt proud but went into shock when Mammon burst into the reunion and threw both Mencil and Harnish out. Now no one had a dad, and Shansa blamed herself. She saw her heartfelt act, as a type of treason that the upcoming leader shouldn’t do, and Shansa began to find out she too could be selfish. The day after the event, Shansa discovered her two older sister’s missing. She found a note, “I love you, thank you Sha” and smiled, that her older sisters had run away to a paradise Shansa wished she could go to. Now alone with only her mother, Shansa began to resent Mammon. She had no father, no sister and no control in her life. One day she met an “odd, out casted yet popular guy”, Hucksin (This was going to be a mosterfied Mortimer Goth). Hucksin noted she stared at him a lot, and that it creeped him out. Embarrassed and put on the spot, she blurts it’s because he’s so ugly. Irate over such an outburst, he retorts that her nose is too big for her tiny face full of stupid.The two have a play fight relationship for awhile until they grow into friends, then more. Mammon, find out and is enraged because she was going to reveal how she’d paired Shansa up with a man of a proper status for an heiress. The biggest catch, the man was 50 while Shansa was only 17. Enraged at her mother, SHansa hits her breaking point and the two have a large falling out. Feeling trapped and pushed to the edge, Shansa climbs to the roof and threatens to take her own life if Mammon didn’t sign her rights as heiress over that very moment. Mammon, dismayed and out of options, does so and Shansa becomes heiress. Worried she may never again reunite with Hucksin after her mother chased him away, Shansa becomes and actress. She hopes that her face all over the media will attract him to her again. It helps attract her sisters and father again, and Shansa feels complete once more. In a turn of events, Shansa winds up in an acting part as Bella Goth in “Dawn” with an actor who looks very much like Hucksin as Mortimer Goth. She learns he is indeed Hucksin and had the same idea as her in going into acting to use the media to find her. He soon reveals in his dismay at everything, he ended up with a daughter. Shansa takes to the girl as if she were her own, having seen her own father be a wonderful step-dad to her sisters, she was confident and loving. Shansa married Hucksin and has two boys with him.

Yult Fangs (Gen 9). With two major acting parents, the heir to a legacy, and a buttloa dof money, you’d think Yult would the more like the Hollywood children on TV. But Yult was not. He was attractive, funny when he felt like it, but he was very disconnected. Yult saw beauty but he didn’t feel it. He had a life, but he didn’t live it. Yult felt he was just drifting, with no place or purpose to go to, just sort of useless. He had no motivation, didn’t see the point of anything, but Yult could fake a smile and vitality like a pro. One day Yult was sitting on a bench before school, but he never got up. He remained there from 7 am to 10:45 pm, staring at the ocean. Yult decided he’d just end his life in the water, he felt no reason to live, he had no reason in his eyes. He was busy stripping down to nothing and was walking towards the water when a pale figure in black and red scared him. Yult realized, he felt fear. He thought he was going to die, and even though he was just about to do so, he realized he wanted to live. He wanted to know why he felt so disconnected, he wanted to know how to live and was relieved that the figure frightened him to make him see this. The figure turns out to be Siohan. She was a creepy girl that everyone avoided. Her skin was white as moonlight, her eyes were black as tar, her hair covered most of her face and had a red sheen to it. She always wore red and black. She always had on dark eyeliner and gold eyeshadow, and black and red lipstick. She liked to speak to nothing, liked to draw on walls and desks, and often shared vast knowledge on topics no one cared about, like the history of playing cards. She was taking a stroll on the beach, counting the stars when she scared Yult. Yult, quickly puts his pants back on and thanks her for saving him. Siohan takes note about how he feels lost and meaningless and assures him everything has a reason, even if that only reason is to disappear. Yult asks how she lives, how she does so many things people find pointless and things without reason but yet she’s content. Siohan shrugs, saying she takes solace in that there is a reason for her to do it, to make people wonder, to get them thinking and make them aware of their own actions. Yult is curious about Siohan and this strange outlook on life, and begins to follow her after school. Eventually he annoys Siohan, causing her to lash out at his sudden clinginess and demand he find his own life to leech from. Shocked, because she’s never displayed such an emotion or acted like that in a long time, she reciprocates the interest Yult has in her. She wants to know how he managed to make her feel like that. The two explore who they are and who the other is, together and eventually find themselves agreeing they’ve a deep bond and deep connection, yet with no reason they can find. Yult finally becomes comfortable and feels a drive, to continue to explore life with Siohan. They both love not knowing the reason, and while they don’t actively seek out the answer, they hope they can find out one day. The two marry and have one daughter.

Ranstamel Fangs (Gen 10). Ranstamel, Ran for short, was a spritely girl with a vast hunger for learning. She learned to love learning from her parents and also to be open to everything and anything so long as she was comfortable. Ranstamel had many friends, dated and felt happy most of the time. She soon grew jealous that her friends could have drama, while Ranstamel could only find good points in any fight she had and was excited to learn about things in her scuffs. Sitting herself down every day to lament on her jealousy and find the root of it, she discovered she wasn’t jealous of the situation, she was jealous because the problems always involved boys. Ranstamel became alarmed at her sitatuation and began to write it down to make sense of it all, carrying the book of notes with her wherever she went, even if it was to the girl’s bathroom. Ran soon learns from her self notes, that she is a lesbian. She never really connected with her previous boyfriends beyond a friendship, and was jealous that her friends had guy problems. She wished she could cause such a stir of emotions in girls as strongly as guys could. She found some of her friends attractive, she realized she had crushes on some. Terrified at not having known this, and that she had to unlock many doors in her brain to figure it out, Ran cries in a corner leaving her book unattended. Some guys find it, and comfort her. They insist that girls are a huge trouble. Where guys will apologize, and forgive and mostly forget, girls will never forget and will at most times hold a grudge. Having only ever been a girlfriend, Ran learned about girls from a boyfriend’s perspective. She slowly, and sadly, drifts from her females friends and integrates herself into the male group that comforted her. While not trying to be one of the guys or see life form a male perspective, she enjoyed living vicariously through them and their girlfriends. She graduates and gets a job as a florist, making enough money to support herself. She never had an interest in the Fangs’ fortune and felt that since she was going to only ever be with a woman, keeping all that money was useless. One day she catches a woman picking all of the petals off of the flowers. Enraged by the woman destroying the beauty and the merchandise, Ran slaps her. Startled, the woman begins to hit her with the stems and scream about her life. Ran apologizes for hitting her and her life but begs she not destroy beauty as a means of compensations. The woman returns the next day with flowers of her own to give to Ran, thanking her for listening to her woes. Ran invites her to come to her whenever she felt the need. Florist life was slow and dull, and Ran had a ton of time. The woman’s name is Jussana and Ran learns she is bi-sexual. The friendship of the women blossom and grow until they find themselves calling each other soul mates. The two marry and Jussana insists Ran be able to carry on the Fang’s name. After much flip flopping on how she felt about the idea, Ran agrees but wants Jussana to be able to enjoy pregnancy with her. Jussana says she will also be pregnant then, and the two can be pregnant together. Ran had meant that Jussana not feel squashed be her own maternal insticts and resent Ran, but Ran loved her idea as well. Learning, however, that Jussana would never be able to carry a child to term, Ran refuses to be pregnant and sacrifices producing and heir. She couldn’t do it, knowing how Jussana would feel, and that if she couldn’t do it with Jussana than she wouldn’t do it at all. The two latched onto the idea of being parents and remedy the situation with adoption. they adopt a half-sim, half-mermonster girl and name her Girgle. Much time passes and Ran is seen as an old woman. She hears the door open and smiles, saying she’d only go if thy could promise she’d be able to see her family grow. The person who came in replies they will and that even though Girgle is not of Fang’s blood, she is a Fangs by love and therefore, will continue the name. Ran smiles, reassured, and mutters how she’ll miss Jussana but knows she’ll meet her again one day. She gets up and the person who came in, is Linger Fangs. Linger reveals that when each of the leaders die, along with the spouses, Linger comes and takes them back with her to a home where they live in the after life to forever watch over the Fangs. Ran takes her hand, thanks her for her love and showing her the way, and calls her Mother Fangs.

The House is filled with previous leaders, all in their Young Adult years. It is shown that any parent of a leader is also present, as seen by Jostle Murk who is busy smoking in the back and away from the Fangs. They’re all dressed elgently, and Ran runs to meets her ancestors and join them. Linger smiles to the readers and waves her hand, saying the deal is done but our love goes on.

And that is the end of Fangs.

Oh Dear!

My laptop. It’s dead, broken, whatever laptop’s become when they cease the correct function.

I’m really hoping I can recover my files if my laptop gets fiddled with. I’ve tried all I could, it will not load, will not boot up, just loops in shutting down and turning back on but never getting past the black screen of a shut off laptop.

 

It may be some time before I can update the Fangs again, if they’re still here at all D:

Heir Vote

Time is here, yet again! The poll is at the bottom! Go, go, go! : D

Kyrie Fangs

Kyrie Fangs

The slightly “eccentric” one and the eldest. She marches to the beat of her own drum, and if you try to change that, she becomes a one woman drum line to plow you down. Loves children and wants to have them, but hates the idea of losing her freedom and being a mother. She envisions herself as more of a sisterly friend than a stern, over-bearing, hovering mother type. A happy go lucky type of girl, until something gets in her way.

Xana Fangs

Xana Fangs


An intense daydreamer. She often zones out, often confuses reality with reality. Terrible at responsibility, she either leaves things to crumble into dust or let someone else pick up her slack. She often gets an idea into her head, no matter how outrageous, and works towards it. That’s the only time she ever has a hint of motivation.

Shansa Fangs

Shansa Fangs


Only thinks about those she likes. She cries when she sees little old monsters eating alone somewhere. She’ll gladly take a bullet for those she cares for. For those she dislikes, she’ll gladly hit them with a car, then set them on fire, and then send them into the vacuum of space. She has a hidden selfish side, when she really wants something and feels she couldn’t be happy otherwise, she goes for it until the steam driving her wears down and she thinks about the people involved.

Generation 7 Chapter 6: Ahoy

“Get up, we’re going out.”

Getting up that morning, I felt odd. You ever get those moments where you’re thinking about something, and you feel like it will happen? I woke up, with something bad was going to happen. Mencil and I were engaged, into 4 months of dating. Was it quick? Yes. Were we rushing into it? Yes. But I felt so safe, so protected, so wrapped up in warmth and love. Mencil gave me everything and anything I wanted, and as a person that loves getting everything I want when I want it I couldn’t ask for more. Well, I could but it’s the sentiment that counts.“Mmm! What’re we doing?”

“Does it matter? I said get up, so get up.”

“Yes love.”

I was about to announce to the island my engagement. As an heiress and with such influence in this place, I had to let the people know that I was moving forward and they could expect little Fangs sometime in the near future. I planned to hit the beach, the mall, one restaurant, a daycare or two and then the park. Mencil would be by my side making sure I was safe and be showing off my ring for me by holding my hand, his precious wife to be.Everyone congratulated me, congratulated the Fangs and us as a couple. They asked the token questions, when’s the big day, would it be televised, how many kids, and where would be taking our honeymoon. One man from my family’s Evil connections, thanks to my Great-Great-Grandfather Flake Fangs, stopped us with a proposition.

“So as your husband, Lady Fangs, will Mencil still remain as your body guard?”

“He will.”

“Then, how about this? We set up some stronger security systems for your land, let this guy train our new guys, and continue to serve your family like we have for generations?”

“I’m not interested. You guys are last resort, you know that. The Fangs aren’t…angels ugh thank llama, but to have openly seen ties to the Evil Organization would definitely frighten a ton of monsters away. Monsters I need to build the family name up and stronger.”

“Hey, hey! Your relative, Flake Fangs, was our emperor until his death. Then Maris took over and used us to get your family here. They used us for good and benefits, come on, we’re built into your blood. We’re the claws of the Fangs!”

“I don’t know if you’re just stupid or stubborn but my answer was no and when I say no, it’s no. Do I need to brand that onto your forehead!?”

This guy, he had some nerve. So what if my family and the Organization were interconnected? I was leader now, my word is law, and my law was no more of it. He was getting ready to try and persuade me, Mencil was getting ready to shove this guy into a tree, but then I turned my head and they both vanished.I saw this guy. This guy was just staring me down, like drilling holes into me. It was getting really annoying when he didn’t seem to notice that I noticed him. I know I’m gorgeous, powerful, and getting a glimpse of me was getting a glimpse of history in the making, but right now wasn’t a moment that I wanted attention. I loved attention, I loved having it all, but arguing with this guy wasn’t the best time. I examined him. He looked dirty, tired, he was wearing a pirate outfit, and he looked like someone that had seen too much of the world too soon. He looked like a…like a…
“Brute.” I huffed.

I clamped my hand over my mouth. Brute! Harnish! Oh my llama, plumbob! That was Harnish, my old friend, my first love, my first heart-breaker, Harnish Ledger! His eyes lit up as mine watered, and he came dashing towards me.“Momo!”

“Ha..ha!” I breathed, amazed that this man was Harnish.

“Uhm, Mammon, love…who is this man embracing you?”

“Oh my, how touching. Your future wife look mighty friendly.”

“Shut up!”

“Oh Mencil, this is Harnish! Harnish Ledger from so long ago! I’ve missed you!”

“Uhm, that’s nice. But…people are looking.”

“Oh! oh of course, let’s go somewhere. Let’s go to my home! We’ve so much catching up to do. Come on, come on!”

I rushed my fiance and old friend away from the park and quickly towards my home. Mencil kept protesting, Harnish just kept laughing.“Well, congrats on your engagement Momo!”

“Yes, thank you, we both thank you, now get out and leave us to plan our wedding?”

“Mencil stop being rude or we won’t have a wedding.”

“But Momo!”

“Don’t call me that! Harnish, how’ve you been? How’s life?”

“Well, as good as can be? My parents took me back and we fought the Brute community, but Brutes, well Brutes are Brutes. My parents went in, teeth bared, but they never came back. So I ran, how could I defend myself when I was as good as a Sim? I hid in a box, and when I came out the box was on a ship! A pirate ship! Jelly Beard was his name, and he took me in. He taught me everything I needed to know to survive both on land and on the waters.”

“Oh you’re a pirate. Big whoop.”

“Mencil! You know Harnish, Mencil’s a brute too.”

“Oh?”“Yea, I’m a reject brute. I served as a bodyguard for Sims. Goths, Landgraabs, you know the big names?”

“Wow. You’re not like any Brute I’ve ever met.”

“What do you expect? I’m a reject.”

“True. Well, where you from? Brutasia? Burskia? Brustania?”

“Bruskia!”

“Oh…you are. I heard it’s lovely there. What do those purple birds with the red flowers for eyes do in the summer again?”

“They just swim…they get hot…so they swim.”

Styra came in, she stared at Harnish. Mencil looked at her, I felt him twitch.

“Mencil! I need your help lifting some heavy machinery. Come do that for me please, ok, thank you!”

“Excuse me.” Mencil left the room.

Harnish looked at me, and I felt something surge through me. I felt safe…warm…everything Mencil made me feel, I felt stronger with Harnish. He’d really grown into something…wonderful?I stood up from the sofa, my eyes never leaving Harnish. He mimicked me, a small smile caressed his face. I thought about when we were children, when we were so close and happy. I wondered what our lives would have been like had he never went away. It felt like he never left. It felt like all of the years without him were just bad dreams when he was standing here with me. Somehow, we were embracing each other. His hands were playing in my hair, my chin was resting in the warm crook of his neck. I thought about Mencil, what would he think if he saw us now. My heart twisted.

“Come with me Momo. Let’s run away, let’s go live on a ship.”

My heart quickened. I thought about that, about leaving everything, about just being with him and only him, just us. The Fangs!

“I have a responsibility, a duty. I can’t leave. I’ve a fiance, whom I love. Old friend, I still care about you, but Mencil and I are to be wed. I hope we can still be friends. I’ve missed you.”

“You’re in danger.”

“What?”

“Bruskia is fake. I named random gibberish off of the top of my head. There’s no way Mencil’s a Brute. Even a Brute is a Brute, and he’s definitely not. He’s the same scent as the woman that took him away. I fear his plotting something, Momo, you’ve got to get away from them.”

“No! Styra’s been with me for years. I trust her as much as I trust you. Mencil’s in love with me, he’d never let anything hurt me.”

“Something’s wrong! You’ve got believe me, what would I have to gain by lying to you!?”I quickly let go of him and pried him off of me. I took a step back from him. I felt a pang in my head, it shook me a little bit. But how could Harnish say such things!? How could he accuse me of living in danger when he left me? And why was I still bitter!?

“You’ve got me.”

“What?”

“You’ve got me to gain! You leave me, at 14. A young, impressionable age where I’m full on attached to you and run away to the sea!? You’re a pirate for llama’s sake. I know they loot and they plunder, how many females were there? Can you even remember?”

“No! No! There were…some but not many and I swear if I could, I wouldn’t never have left but that’s too late to change! Forgive me for that Momo, I wasn’t there. But I’m here now and I’m back to protect you!”

“Your place has been filled, you’re not needed! Get out of my house!”

“Momo!”

“It’s too late to come back and try to fit into my life! There’s no room.”

“Mammon! Please, I promise you. I love you, I never stopped I swear. I just…I’m a man of my word. I promised to stay and protect, I’ll uphold the protect part! Please! Listen to me!”

He reached for my hand, pleading, begging. I yanked my hand away in disgust, I wished so badly for Mencil to return and see this, to save me.

“I am Mammon Fangs, and you need to get the llama out!”

I turned on my heels, evading his attempts to grab me, and stormed to my room.“I was a fool to trust you! You let another man in this house? And her old flame no less! Her first love! You idiot, I will kill you.”

“Styra please, please! Just give me one more chance! I’ll marry her, we’ll have a kid and I’ll have him sign over the Fangs to our family!”

“My family! Mencil, I hereby declare you disowned, you no longer have the rights or access to the Yipperky name.”

“No! Please, just one more! Please, please!”

“Idiot! I’ll charm her. I should’ve done that from the get go. Charm her and have her sign it over. Then, kill her. I’ll kill her in-front of you, that’ll teach you to ever disobey orders again! How could you let yourself fall in love with such a low form of life!?”

“I…I…I love her! Ok there I said it! We can do this without violence! We can work it out, maybe we can join the families!?”

“You admit it!? Ugh that’s sick. You’re sick. Do you even know the woman you’re marrying? There will be bloodshed to make the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s blush before she ever willingly signed a joint agreement or any sort of contract that took some power from the Fangs!”

“I can get through to her, I know her, the real her!”

“Does she know the real you!? You know she only fell for you through the charm. You idiot, llama, fool! How much in love is she? Had you never fed her that charm to speed things up, you think you’d have the rings? Ha! Pathetic! Oh..she’s coming. You, trap her in her room. I’ll handle it myself, as I should have.”

“Yes…”

I was standing in my room contemplating everything. Not even 10 minutes ago, I was happy and fuzzy. Harnish had come back and I was thinking about how life was wonderful, how complete I felt, and how we had so much catching up to do. But here I was, throwing him out of the house because he was bad-mouthing my fiance. It felt so odd, considering…I loved him. I still loved him. I was pacing around, trying to make sense of it all when Mencil ran in.“Mencil?”

“We’ve got to go, and I’ll explain. Grab everything important, we’re leaving!”

“What!?”

“I’m not a Brute! I’m a reject warlock. My sister, Styra, is a witch. Our plan was to come in and take over the Fangs because…Styra hates rejects and hates that a reject family has so much power. She’s going to kill you now, come on!”

“Oh my llama. Harnish was right! Who the plumbob are you!?”

“I’m still me! I’m still Mencil, sworn to protect you and love you! I’ll die before she gets to you, I won’t let her get to you! Please, let’s go now!”

“I don’t want to die!”

“I know, please! I’m sorry I lied to you, I’m sorry we charmed you into the loving me. And that drink, no accident. I’ll repent another time, now we’ve got to go!”

“I…I trust you. Ok, help me!”I looked into Mencil’s eyes. There was nothing but truth in them. I couldn’t believe it, all this time I really was in danger. Harnish was right…he was still protecting me…but Mencil…

“I love you. On my own, I know I do.” I stated.

Mencil turned to me, a look of relief on his face. My heart twitched again. I searched myself as fast as I could while I ran around gathering papers, Mencil helping me. The charm…I don’t care if I was still under it or not, Mencil was here and I needed him now. I needed him to get me out and safely. I still had feelings for him but I’d weigh that against the pros and cons when I wasn’t worrying over my life. I’d look at him now and again, and he’d look at me. I trusted him, I had no choice. I loved him, I had no choice, but it wasn’t because of the charm. I promised myself that.

We were just about ready to make our escape, when Styra burst in.“Oh my plumbob, really!? Yet another betrayal? So I guess he told you everything?”

“He told me everything. You’d better give up on your path of power.”

“Oh? Guess that means I’m fired now. Oh well, I’ll kill you either way. It would’ve been great to have whatever power and wealth your pathetic little family managed to gather. But as long as the Fangs end here, I really don’t care!”

My heart quickened. If Styra was the witch, then I really had to watch myself. Logic and magic were eternal foes, and one always trumped the other in certain situation, it was like the flip of a coin. I wasn’t in the mood to find out which one got tails today. I heard Mencil yell as she waved a finger.

“No you cursed witch! Kill me, spare her! You’re mad at me! I’ll die before I watch Mammon be harmed by you, I’ll kill you before you harm her! Sister, dear.”

“Big words, tiny mouth. Don’t forget your place, maggot. And do not forget who I am.”

“I’m making a new place, and it’s right by her side. You’ll have plumbob to pay if you hurt the one I love, I swear it!”

“Oh shut up. I’m tired of you. All of you. Rejects should just be killed at birth. I’d never have had this problem had you never fallen in love, let alone existed!”

A flash came from her finger tip and struck Mencil dead in the eye. He froze, standing frozen in rage. She paralyzed him!? He didn’t blink, flinch, breathe or squeak. It was as if she put him on pause.

“Mencil!” I cried.

Styra turned her glare to me. A smirk graced her lips, fear surged through me. I willed with all of my might that Mencil break free of her spell and jump into action.

“Why!? He’s your brother! I’ve done nothing to you!”

“Oh you’re one to preach about freedom, especially the freedom of family members. Think of it as me bettering my family. To kill you, both of you!”She flicked her finger and a terrible fire ran through me.

“Stop it! You’re not bettering anyone. You’re vile, evil!”

“You flatter me! Scream some more, scream! It makes me feel stronger, I love when insects cry!”

I bit my lip, if I were to die, then I’d not give her that satisfaction. I looked over at Mencil, my heart broke for him. I wouldn’t let him see me in agony, if he was able to see at all. He fell in love with a strong woman, a powerful woman. That’s who I would die as, a strong woman. I closed my eyes and hoped for it to end quickly.When I opened them again, the pain was gone. Styra was knocked out on my bed, and Mencil was holding me. I looked around, wondering if I was alive or dead. I saw Harnish, I saw his eyes were red.

“Hey Mammon, it’s ok now. It’s all over.”

“Mencil? What…what happened?”

“Harnish broke in. It was terrifying! I thought you were gone when you feel over, I thought I’d lost you! He took her down, he saved you, me, us! Mammon, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!”

I reached a hand up to stroke Mencil’s face. I was still in my daze, terrified as I began to remember that searing pain. I stared at Harnish, amazed.

“I’ve called the cops. Styra will be deported and dealt with by the magical organizations…but they told me that they’d been informed already…Mencil will explain.”

“Huh?”

“Mammon, love. My sister anticipated something going wrong. She informed higher-ups that if she were to be called in for, that a Brute would be going with her as well. Since that’s what I’m registered as…I have to go…”

I clawed at Mencil’s shoulders. What the plumbob! Why did it seem like every man I fell in love with, that promised to forever stay with me, was ripped away from me!?

“Don’t go! Don’t go! I’ll get you out of it…I’ll use the Fangs, the Evil Organization even!”

“Mammon, you’re only powerful in the reject world. The normal monsters will ignore you. I wish I could stay…I swore it…”

He leaned his head on mine and we began to cry, holding onto each other.“What’re you two goofballs crying for?”

I raised my head. Harnish. He saved me, he was right all along, he loved me and in my mind I felt like it should be him. I should be embracing him, thanking him, holding onto him, but I was with Mencil.

“I only see one Brute here. I’ll go.”

“Harnish! No!” I gasped.

Harnish, go in Mencil’s place!? I shook my head, trying to find a reason he shouldn’t go, but I couldn’t. I didn’t come to me.

“It’s ok Momo. I promised to protect you, that includes your heart. You love him, so he should stay.”

Generation 7 Chapter 5: Enchanted

Months after the wedding, I learned that Leviathan had a “procedure” and was in the midst of scrambling to change his name from Fangs and get his wife’s maiden name back. His excuse was he didn’t want children if they wouldn’t be with his wife, and there was no way I could force it. So the Second in Line title passed to Beelzebub. While I didn’t plan on dying, my youngest brother wasn’t married, so I signed him to a dating site to get the ball rolling. It was very stressful for me, especially when I realized I too needed to start looking. Unlike guys, I was on a timer.“I’m so happy we got this pool installed Ms. Fangs. It’s a great way to just let the weight of the world roll away.”

“What weight do you have? I’ve an entire legacy on me. It’s only getting worse everyday. I fear I’m aging faster than I look.”

“Hm. I wonder, would you like if I were to scout some men for you to take interest in like I did with the bodyguards?”

“I couldn’t ask that of you. Well…I can…I just don’t feel like it at the moment.”

“Hey, you know what else is a great stress reliever? Wooho-”

“Don’t! I’m not that kind of girl. Never have been, never will be. It’s too easy to get pulled in the wrong direction like that, I’ve an image to maintain at all costs.”

“Aww. Fine. Do you go out for drinks? Actually, do you ever leave this house?”

“Not really. Maybe I should! I can’t go stir crazy in here.”

“Let’s go for drinks.”

“No. Nectar and I aren’t agreeable. I had a “drink” once, a small sip. It took a lot of work to erase the damage done by my nectared up self.”

“Then why do we have a bar?”

“It’s more for the guests. And I like to look at it, I like having nice things.”

“How about you spend some quality time with Mencil? He’s a guy, he’s at your beck and call. You coul-”

“No! No, no, no. I’ve thought of that a couple of times, I won’t lie. But I can’t see a positive outcome of anything more.”

“You’re thinking he’s going to do that same as Harnish.”

“…”

“I knew it! Hey, Mencil’s already promised you that he won’t ever leave you. Just trust him-”

At that moment Mencil came in. Styra smiled at me and told him to whip us up some drinks. She winked at me and insisted the drinks be virgin, so basically she asked him to pour us some soda or something.“What have you come here for Mencil?”

“8 months working for you and you still think that every time I walk into the same room as you that I need something.”

“Well?”

“Uhm, just wanted a drink Ms. Fangs. And I was hoping to get a swim myself. I doubled checked the premises, nothing is out of sorts. I’ve reset the alarms and traps. Everything’s in complete order. Would you like a cherry?”

“No. Not a fan of cherries, I like peaches though.”

“Alright, peach syrup just for you…is everything ok Ms. Fangs? You look miserable.”

“I’ve been told I always look miserable. Can’t see how though. I’ve got the best televisions, computers, beds, whatever I want I get. I’m as happy as can be!”

I took my drink, nodded to him, and stormed out of the room. I cringed though when my foot splashed down in a puddle from the pool, I hated stepping in pool puddles. Pool puddles always seemed to have hair and stuff floating in them.“So little “Momo” Fangs likes peaches. Let’s give her peaches. She’s such a peach herself. Don’t you think so Mencil?”

“I don’t think that a question I’m at freedom to answer…”

“Oh, how cute. Come on, you’ve got work to do. Mammon’s stress levels are through the roof. She’ll break soon if she doesn’t clam herself down and relax. If she breaks, Fangs breaks. We can’t have that.”

“Of course not! That’s what I’m here for.”

“Then watch her better! When she’s vulnerable, you come in and sweep her off of her feet. When she’s hardening from the overload of her stress, you soften her up. You’d better be better help to our dear Ms. Fangs than what I’m seeing!”

“I got it! I got it! I’m going to go check on her now.”

“Wait! Don’t forget-”

“I won’t, I won’t!”When Mencil sat next to me on the sofa, I thought a butterfly had flown past me. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. I drank my drink, tasted like wonderful peaches, and decided to watch TV. Every now and again things would go in and out of focus, my hearing would turn into muffled, buzzes and I felt gravity changing. When my consciousness became stable, I would wonder why I was sitting, dripping wet, in my bikini on the sofa. I was swaying again, feeling a warm fuzz from head to toe, and trying to hard to understand what I was doing and what I was thinking. I heard a Giant speak. It was a loud boom and it echoed wildly around my head. I looked over, alarmed, and saw Mencil’s mouth moving.

“Mencil! Mencccciiilllll!” I called, waving my hand to him, trying to get his attention.

“Ms. Fangs?”

“I hear somefing. It’s big. Rully big. So big, I can hear it.”

“Ms. Fangs!? Are you-”

“I don’t hear it anymore! Mencil! Mencccilll it’s gone. Mencil, pencil, Hansel…helllooooo!”

“Oh man. That’s bad, very bad. I made a big mistake. Come with me Ms. Fangs, I’ve got to watch you.”

“I don’t wanna! I don’t wannnnnaaa.”

“Come on, you’re intoxicated. I really didn’t think that this would happen.”

“I can’t. The Giants may wanna schpeak again. I needa hear em, cause if I don’t, then Imma gonna misssch everythin they gots to schay.”This was bad, very bad. When Styra said virgin, she meant it. Mammon was the lightest, lightweight drink I’d ever seen. Between the nectar and the syrup, I had no idea what was affecting her the most. It seemed the more she spoke, the more drunk she became. Well, there was no relaxing her like this. Styra was going to be extremely angry with me, furious even, when she found out that Memmon becamse drunk instead of-

“You schmeel like PEACHES.”

Mammon shoved her face into my personal bubble and started to huff my jacket. I pushed her face away and nervously put my arm around her, terrified she was going to face plant into the coffee table.

“Yes, I know. I think we should get you to bed.”

“Not scheeeeeeepy. No! Nurrr!”

She smiled a goofy smile at me, her head wobbling everywhere. Yes, this was definitely bad.

“You gonna scheep wit me cause my BED gets rully COLD.”

“Shh, stop being so loud please. it’s ok. I’ll stay with you as long as you need. Come on, come on.”

“Not LOUD. Noooooo not me.”“Ok, let go of my neck now.”

“No! Vampires gonna gits it. They gonna eat you up! I’m shaving you!”

I gently wiggled Mammon, her arms around my neck were locked together. I carried her to her bedroom, there was no way she could take a single step on her own. She sang me a song of peaches, how her family hated her and how she could smell butterfly milk. I gave up on getting her off of me and laid her down on the bed. She was still clinging, and still singing. I climbed over her and took the spot on the other side. Mammon still clung to me, and once I stretched myself out she fastened her body to mine. She yanked my free hand and intertwined it with her own.“Am I gonna die alone?”

“What?”

“I SAID AM I-” I put a finger to her mouth to stop her yelling.

She licked my finger and I pulled it away in disgust and shock. She wiggled and giggled, a happy drunk.

“No. You won’t Ms. Fangs. You’ll find someone.”

“I’m Mammooon. Jam on. Momo!”

“Ok Momo.”

“You marry me.”

“Ms. Fang, Momo. I’m just here to protect you.”

“Marry me! I said it, so it must be. Doo ittt. Do it! Do it! Marry ME. Let’s make babies!”

I pushed her off of me as she tried to roll over. She tried to put up a fight but her motor skills were shot, and she flailed a bit as she tried to regain stability over herself. I took pity on her and put my arm around her once more, moving her wet hair out of her face. When she wasn’t worried about the world and all of its problems, she looked very beautiful and fun. She belched in my face, quickly reminding me of the reality I was in, and snuggled into my shoulder. I drifted off as well.

But I was soon awoken by blaring music.I fell off of the bed in terror. Mammon! I quickly looked up over the bed, she wasn’t there…but her bikini was. Following the sound of the music, I looked in terror as my boss was dancing. Nude.

“Mammon! Where are your clothes! What are you doing!?”

“I must be dancin! I’m so free! Wheeee!” She spun around.

I ducked my head under to covers. Oh my plumbob, she was naked. I’d gotten Mammon drunk, and now she was naked and dancing and acting without a care in the world. She had an image to maintain, and this was more than enough to ruin even 3 more generations. I heard her plop onto the ground. I took my head from under the covers long enough to see Mammon squirming on the ground, fighting a losing battle with gravity. Feeling pity for her once more, I gingerly approached her, making sure I only looked at her face. She smiled up at me and reached a floppy arm up for help.“Mammon. Please put your clothes on.”

She swayed, trying to steady herself as she narrowed her eyes at me. I held my arms out as barriers in case she were to topple over forwards or backwards.

“Nuuurrr!” She bellowed, startling me.

“Mammon, you’re going to catch a cold. Please?”

She narrowed her eyes at me once more.

“I dun like them, copy me!”

“I’m sorry?”

“I dun like you clothes!”“Ms. Fangs, get a hold of yourself!”

*crash*

“No!”

*boom*

“I will not get naked!”

*crash*

“Well…I have no idea what’s going on in there but it sure sounds interesting. Hope everyone comes out alright.”When I escaped Mammon and wrestled her into her bed, she went out like a light. I wandered into the library, sheepishly and ashamed. Styra was reading her book, never taking notice of me but she knew I was there.

“So…that didn’t go as planned. But maybe next time-”

“No next time. There’s no do-over’s for any mistakes. They’re too vital, this one’s gone far out of the window. What went wrong?”

“I-I don’t know. I gave her the nectar and the charm in that peach syrup you gave me…”

“So it’s my fault it didn’t work? Do you think I made that charm too strong?”

“N-no! No Styra! I didn’t-”

“That’s what you said. You blamed the charm. You blamed me. So you’re making everything my fault? Look we’re running out of time! Do you want the Yipperky family to fail!? Is that what you want brother dear!?”

I hated when my sister got angry. The plan to take over the and dissolving them into the Yipperky by getting through Mammon was far behind schedule. I should’ve been proposing to Mammon by now, should be planning to have children and then killing her to take the name. But no, I hadn’t even gotten her affections yet.

“She’s just so…when I get close to her…when i get close to her I see her. I mean I don’t see that greedy, evil, woman. I see Mammon. Scared, hurt and tired little Mammon. And when I see that I just-““Oh my llama you’re in love with her.”

My sister dropped her book and glared at me. I feared I’d die right there. Styra took on a fake last name and lied about her species to get here. The only reject was me. Styra was pure and accepted and heiress to our family, she came with me to the island when she heard of the Fangs and the power they had. She was embarrassed that a family of rejects was on the same level as our’s and she wanted it to be gone. She was the cruelest witch of our family, worse than Mammon. I was a warlock without powers, I was useless. Styra had done some digging and learned of Mammon’s interactions with a Brute, so that’s what I lied to be.

“No! I swear, it’s just getting to know my enemy! I swear Styra!”

“You’d better. You’d better or your head will be on a silver platter! You forget our mission and you can forget the rest of your life.”

“I can cook! I’ll make her a dish, she’ll be hungry after tonight. You can put a charm in that’ll make her love me. She’ll be powerless against my asking her hand in marriage.”

“Will you be able to sneak it in? Don’t mess this plan up.”

“I understand, sister.”

I was cooking dinner the next day. Yesterday was replaying in my mind, over and over again. I hadn’t sen or heard from Mammon since I’d put her to bed. It was eerie, it was already 7 pm and there was no sign of the household busybody. I’d just put dinner down and poured the charm all over the side I planned to give Mammon. I begged to Llama she show up, I couldn’t let another charm go to waste. My begging was returned, I could almost feel the animosity hitting me.“I want your head! You gave me a drink. I got drunk! You got me drunk! And I woke up naked! There’s so much I don’t know and so much I don’t like. You’ve 5 seconds to explain or you’ll feel my wrath!”

She shrieked so loud I swore some dishes cracked. She was twitching her fingers, she snarled, there was hatred emitting from all over.

“I said 5! You hear me! 1…2…3…”

“I swear I didn’t mean to! I switched up your drink and Styra’s! I know she can really take nectar so I gave her a heavy duty one! I wasn’t paying attention because I saw you in a swimsuit and mixed it up! Once I realized my mistake, I took care of you! You were about to run out naked and I stopped you and put you in your bed so you’d stay safe and keep the family clean.”

“Llama! I’m not buying it! If my swimsuit was enough to distract you then how the plumbob did you manage to only put me in bed!?”

“Because I’m meant to protect you I swear I didn’t do anything, I didn’t do a thing! I would never betray you like that Ms. Fangs!”

I dropped my hands and stared into Mencil’s eyes. I stared long and hard, searching them for the truth. I felt my anger recede, as much as I didn’t want it to. I wanted to stay angry, I wanted him to crack. But I couldn’t.

“Fine. I believe you.” I grabbed the plate meant for me and took a seat on a stool.Mencil joined me and there was a tension in the air. I stuffed food into my mouth, enjoying myself when I felt funny again. I stared into the food and ran the possible ingredients through my head, nectar was definitely not one of them. I stole a glance at Mencil and wondered if he was ahving the same reaction. Maybe the food was just that good? I looked at him again, but I found I couldn’t look away…more that I didn’t want to.

“So…you took care of me?”

“Yes m’am.”

“…was I difficult?”

“Well…I mean I wouldn’t say it…it’s not that…”

“I’ve always been difficult. I’m needy, I’m clingy, and if things don’t go my way then I don’t want them going at all. It’s ok if I gave you any trouble, just say it.”

“It’s ok. With the life you live and the duties you have, it’s ok for you to be that way once in awhile.”

“Thanks. I feel like everyone hates me for it though. You understand somehow though, what it’s like to be the one everyone relies on.”

“…Yea…”

The silence was thick, but it was so comfortable. I was content in sitting by him, stuffing my face. It felt wonderful.

“You asked me to marry you.”

“Did not!” I scoffed, embarrassed, and quickly piling food into my mouth.

“Yes you did. You said you were afraid of being alone…”

“…”

“If you need me, I’m here. I’ll always be here Ms. Fangs. I’ll do anything.”

I dropped my fork and shoved my hands to my face, choking on my food as I tried not to cry. I quickly hopped from the stool, knocking it over. Mencil jumped up too.“I’m sorry Ms. Fangs!”

I shook my head and bit my lip, trying to keep my feelings in.

“I meant what I said but I never meant to upset you!”

“I’m not upset! I’m happy but it feels so wrong. Something’s not right, something’s wrong!”

“What? I’m here, tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I can’t explain it. I just feel it though.”

“Are you just afraid…of the future?”

“Definitely. But…it feels better knowing you’re here. You promise? You promise you’ll stay? I feel so stupid to let something from so long ago, when I was like not even 16, be hanging over me like this. It’s so embarrassing. But I don’t know if I can let another promise just run me over.”

“Ms. Fangs, I swear it…I’m so sorry. I swear it.”

I looked into Mencil’s eyes. I saw pain, he looked so upset at something. Was it me? Was he upset that I was upset? Was he feeling my pain that I held onto from my past? I shuffled closer to Mencil and felt his arms move around me.I moved my hand to his elbow, happy to feel his touch. I decided I’d let go of the past. Mencil was here and he meant it. I felt the tears roll down, I didn’t want to stop those. I placed my past, the pain I felt, into my tears and released them. I allowed myself to admit that I had feelings for my bodyguard.

Generation 7 Chapter 4: Hitched

I hadn’t said a word since he came in through the doors. All the feelings I had anticipating his arrival, were whirling around now. I was afraid that if I did say something, it’d come out wrong and I’d shame myself. I listened to the hum of the machine making our drinks…wait, why? I hadn’t offered him a drink, I didn’t even want one. I looked at the package I opened, I didn’t even like this flavor! I tossed the package back to where it was and glared at the machine as it made enough for 5 to drink. It beeped at me when it was done, and I put the cups on a plate. The silence was something horrid now, maybe I could throw a cup at the wall. That would certainly break all silence and be a sure fire way to begin a conversation.“So you’re a bodyguard. Must be nice guarding all kinds of sims and monsters.”
I balanced the plate of cups and stared at them, as if it was their fault I sounded so stupid.

I heard him chuckle, my spine crawled with embarrassment. Most got red cheeks, felt hot, or smile in a goofy way, I just twitched like I was freezing.
“Yes. That is what I do and it is what I like. Would you like help with that?”

“No.” I said curtly.
I half dropped, half placed the beverages in front of him and grabbed my own cup. I looked into his eyes for a second, I turned my head away sharply and went to my seat.

“This smells wonderful.” He smiled as he inhaled the drink.

“It smells like a llama to me.” I huffed as I took a sip.

“…Then why’re you drinking it?”Shocked, I quickly spat the liquid back into the cup and took it away from my mouth. It didn’t help, that foul taste was on my tongue now.
“Did any of your clients give you beverages?”

“Yes, many times. I remember the Goths trying to give me Nectar of the Dead. Good for sims, bad for monsters.”

“Ah. Just the scent of that can get you drunk as a swamp monster.”

“Sim are strange creatures. They’re like us…but more squishy, vulnerable, and think they own the world.”

“So you basically had to babysit a squishy glob of a life form?”

“Yes. And they’re more bold in their attacks. Monsters are covert and try to destroy from the inside out, Sims just go in screaming and charging.”

“Ah.” I sighed.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes…I just,” I sighed “you aren’t who I thought you would be.”“I’m sorry about that.”

The bodyguard Styra had been speaking of, was not Harnish. Instead, she was speaking of Mencil Yipperky. He had a…happy and bright face. He looked like he’d be naive of the world, and not someone you’d think of as a bodyguard. I could see that as bad or good. Bad, I’d have more attacks against me. Good, those that mean to do me harm would foolishly walk in and be stopped where they stood.

“It’s fine. As long as you do your job correctly.”

“Oh yes mam! As a Blub it’s my duty to protect.”

“Blub?”

“I meant Brute. This drink’s really good. Making me go all tongue tied.” He began to gulp it down.

“You don’t look like any brute I’ve seen before.” I hissed.

I thought of Harnish and his family. They looked very much like werewolves but Mencil, looked like a phantom almost.

“I’m a Brute reject.  You don’t expect me to look like one would you?”

That was true. I looked away, I was just not my usual self today.

“Fin you’re hired. You’ll sleep on the sofa out there, you’ll always be alert or so help me you’ll find yourself in jail. As my employee and a guest in this house, my word is law. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’m!”

With nothing left to discuss, I left the table but Mencil stood up.“With all due respect m’am, Styra informed me of your previous bodyguard. I assure Ms. Fangs, until you dismiss I will never leave your side.”

I stared into his youthful, bright eyes. They were sincere, I could tell. I felt my face grow warm and my spine tingle. I looked down and smiled to myself.

“See to it that you fulfill that promise.”“Mother this is your son’s wedding.”

“Yes, yes. Because if the media were to take photos of an awfully decorated hall, they’ll think the Fangs have no taste. I had to take over preparations. Yes, yes that too, of course I picked her dress! It’s her wedding day, I won’t allow her to make a fool of herself or the family. No, just her parents. Her cousins don’t need to be there.”

My mother had called me. The wedding was tomorrow and she was distraught, I think, to learn that the only thing the bride had part in with the wedding, was being the bride. I explained to her how we could look like we lacked taste and shacked up with just anyone if she were to throw an ugly wedding. This only upset her more.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset, it’s not like it’s your wedding.”

“Hey Mammon!”

My assistant Styra burst through the door. She was panting and clearly excited.

“I’ll call you back mom.”“What?”

“Ok, you’re going to get real angry at me…but I think Mencil likes you!”

“Where are you getting that from?”

“I was sort of hiding under the kitchen window…”

“Spying?”

“Yes…but I heard how he spoke to you. That was the voice of a man smitten!” She cheered in a sing song voice.

“Even if that were so, I won’t get romantically involved with the help. Now leave me, I must prepare for tomorrow.”After the wedding, which was wonderful if I must say, the bride and groom returned to the house to gather their things.

“I know that wasn’t the wedding you wanted…if you’d like we can have a secret one? Just the way you want it.”

“I don’t care about weddings anymore, I don’t care about planning them either. I’ve got what I want, you, my husband.”

Alissa avoided me the whole time, I was annoyed at her for that. Here I had thrown her a wonderful wedding, allowed her to marry my brother, and I’d done all I could to have the press see this as a wonderful family that all got along. Levi thanked me and that was it. I guess I had to understand that after having been able to do whatever they wanted for so long, they had to get used to my control. Still, they were beautiful to see.People asked when I was going to get married and had I found that wonderful person yet? They were hard to avoid and harder to answer but I managed it. It was still a wonderful night to me. I couldn’t wait until I was able to experience what Alissa had, the wonderful love she had and just being a wife. Of course, I may be short on time for that. As heiress, I had to produce children. There were many families that would gratefully give me a son to have as a husband, but I still wanted to find my own love.