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.

Generation 7 Chapter 3: Game

“I’m sorry it’s taken me 5 months to get back to you, I’m usually very busy you know.” I sighed as I dropped myself into the seat opposite a nervous and annoyed woman.

“It’s ok. I’m just happy the wait was shorter than half a year…”

“Cute. Now, how about we play chess?”

“Chess?”

“I hope you’re repeating me to show you’re ready and understand, and not that what I say is questionable.”

“Uh…I just thought we were going to talk…not-”

“So you questioned me and we haven’t even begun. This isn’t looking good in your favor. Here, I’ll explain.”

I leaned to my side and rummaged through a box, pulling out the bags of chess pieces. I set them all up, she stared at me like a fish waiting for food.“Chess,” I started “is a beautiful mind game. You broaden your own mind, learning new strategies and how to be one step ahead of your opponent. You must learn your opponent, learn their mind. We will be chatting over this game, I will be reading you. Your moves will reflect your thoughts and what you honestly are thinking. So, you may lie but the pieces will let me know the truth.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you! I waited this long, why would I need to!?”

I raised my right index finger and waved it at her, discontent on my face.
“I know, I know. You love Levi and want to marry him, but he is my brother and therefore leader spare. If I were to die, it would go to him. So to get my position, all you need is my death and Leviathan. I’ll be extra cautious and through with this all. I will not permit you and my brother to marry unless I deem it secure and safe. Now, my assistant over there has been recording our entire conversation, even taking down our actions. When you blink, she types it.”“uhm, ok. Ok, I’ll cooperate with you. I love your brother, it took so much for you to agree to us being a couple. I’m not giving up now.”

“Watch out Ms.Mammon, this one’s serious.” My secretary called.

Styra Kipplekurp. She came to me one day, I think I was 22 at the time, that would make it 4 years ago actually. She presented herself as an extremely fast typer, superb organizer, one with photographic memory and always aware of things. I closed the door in her face only once before I finally saw just how valuable she was. My files were perfected in organization, record keeping became wonderfully quick and she always knew where everything was. She said she was a reject genie, I suppose it had to be true because she was nothing like any genie I’d ever heard of or even seen before. When I asked her how she heard of me, she only said that the Fangs name was now common knowledge on a global scale.

“Uhm, what’s your name, note keeper?”

Styra hit a button and looked at me. I wagered between the pros and cons of letting the woman before know my secretary’s name. I waved my hand, I gave the “go ahead”.

“I am Styra. I’ve been Ms. Mammon’s secretary for 4 years now.”“So Alissa,” I sighed as I moved my piece “why do you want to marry my brother?”

“I love him and want us to finally be a unit. I want to connect my soul with his.”

“What is it about him you find endearing?”

“Well, he’s always looking at other monsters and wanting the happiness, love, money that they have. So he’s always working hard towards something, whenever he climbs higher than before, he sees another with something even better, so he starts working even harder. I know he’ll never slack on anything.”

“You find his jealousy of others to be an endearing quality? Well, we didn’t call him the Prince of Envy for nothing I suppose.”
She accidentally knocked a chess piece of her’s over. I stared at her as she went to retrieve it. I couldn’t much decide whether or not she was intimidated by me, or afraid I’d find out something she didn’t want known.

“If Leviathan were to become heir upon my death, what would you assume to be your responsibilities as his wife?”

“I would tend to you grave maybe, twice a month. I’d cook meals, I’d make sure things are clean and presentable. I would help him find appropriate attire for formal events and I’d make myself scarce?”

“Why are you asking me something? And you’re wrong. Behind every great man if a great woman, as his wife your job is to stand directly beside him and work hard, if not harder. You would make sure he is presentable, make sure he’s able to communicate properly to his audience, make sure he’s healthy, make sure he’s not ignorant. You must watch him and keep him in check. This is a reoccurring thing with the spouses of the Fangs. They all have deeply benefited the leader, some saving their lives, and in turn, the family.”

“Those are everything I’d have to do if you were to die and he become leader!? But that sounds less like what a wife does and more of a mother!”

Alissa gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth. I took notice that her elbow knocked over her queen.

“Now, as a mother in general, how would you be to my nieces or nephews?”Allison sighed and stared at her queen. She looked paler and pulled and arm around her waist, bringing the other to her mouth.

“I cannot have children.” She muttered.

“Why not?” I questioned.

Her records were not available to me, legally I couldn’t view them. She was not a Fangs and therefore out of the scope of my power.

“I…I had a hysterectomy.” She shook her head and her shoulders stiffened.

“Of choice or from a medical condition?”

“A condition. When I was 15 I had cancer there. Everything was removed, everything.”

I picked up her queen piece for her, returning it to its original position. I ran my tongue over my teeth, thinking of this. If I died, she’d be useless. There was always Beezlebub, but he’d be Levi’s spare. I couldn’t change the set up either, no matter what I could do, Levi would always step in as heir upon my death. He’d have to have children, and a sterile wife would be useless. I looked at her again, so this was what was on her mind. She was probably very aware that the chances of me granting her and Levi the right to marry, would be close to 0 with her sterility. I soon got another thought, allow a mistress or sperm donor in the case of an infertile or sterile partner. That sounded right, they got their cake and children too.

“I’m not heartless. I’d rather you be alive and well, than dead. You will benefit my brother and Fangs. I grant you permission.”

She jumped out of her seat.“But!” I shouted, startling her.

I too got out of my seat and stood before her. Her eyes excitedly searched my own.

“In the case that Levi becomes heir, he is to take a mistress.”

“What?”

“You’re sterile. Children must be produced, you cannot fulfill that.”

“Fine, just promise me something? Don’t die until you’ve passed on your title.”“Wow, you sure pissed her off.”

“She wanted permission, I gave it. She can feel however she pleases.”

“You forgot to tell her, Ms. Mammon, that all wedding relations will be under you call and decision.”

“She’ll find out. I will not grant them a wedding until I’m able to find someone suitable in ensuring my safety outside of this house. You carrying a gun isn’t enough.”

I’d been searching for a body guard since I turned 21. There was an assassination attempt during my stroll in a park, I managed to get away unscathed but I never forgot the figure of the man trying to kill me. I was reminded how unsafe the world was and how valuable I was in my journey of setting the Fangs family into a very good place, one history will forger applaud.

“None of the previous applications were to your liking?” Styra cooed, she clicked away on the keyboard finishing up what had jut taken place.

“4 were felons! It sounds safe to have a scary man that was incarcerated around, that’ll certainly drive others away. But at the same time, they can very kill the hand that feeds.”

“Are you looking for someone to replace that guy you used to call your “knight”, you know, what was his name?”

“Harnish Ledger.” I replied without missing a beat.

It had been so many years, I lost count. But every now and again I’d think of him, I’d wonder what he was doing, how he was, if he was married or a father.

“He never did come back. He should be 29 now.”

“You must’ve really loved him.”

“They say you never forget your first love.”
I pushed some hair behind my ear and made my way to the couch, Styra soon joined me.“Then you’ll love this! I think I’ve the perfect guy for you.”

“I’ve nothing else to look at, shoot.”

“Ok, have you ever heard of the Landgraabs, Specters or Goths?”

“Those are a very powerful family name in the Sim world! My dad was a sim before a zombie, he told me lots of things. Those were common names, I aspire to be like the Landgraabs.”

“Well, this guy, was a bodyguard for them all at some point!”

“What!? A monster for a bodyguard!?”

Styra nodded her head, a bright smile on her face. “He disguised himself as a sim, but because he’s a monster he’s so much stronger than regular sim! He protected all of them, he’s a certified bodyguard too. He’s perfect.”

“He does sound very promising. Fine, give me his information and I’ll contact him.”

“One flaw though. He’s a reject…brute.”

“Brute?” I gasped.

“Yea, you know, creatures that transform into terrifying things when they get angry? He can’t transform, no matter how angry he gets.”

I stared into space, was it…was the man Harnish? He and his family had left, to return to the Sim world, to fight for him to stay there reject or not. He was a brute that couldn’t transform, so was Harnish. My heart quickened at the thought of re-uniting with my old friend, my knight.

Generation 6 Chapter 9: Dessert

Time grew into days, days into weeks and eventually it was months. Things had changed, time had clearly passed, but I remained stuck on Gingorts. When I went to the mall, they informed me he’d been fired. They didn’t like him “canoodling” with a customer of the mall, me. So now Gingorts wasn’t employed as far as I knew, and he was probably still homeless.
He hadn’t taken my offer of stopping by for food whenever he wanted, I can’t believe I’d called him my charity case. I combed every beach in every bit of freetime I had. I looked into every cave, nook and cranny, looking for some sign of a being having lived there. I got so desperate I began to comb the sand for even a tiny piece of skin that may have fallen off of him, even hair. It had been 5 months now, and I found myself blinking into the twilight. I’d sat on that bench all night. Either I’d fallen asleep or just zoned out because I have no idea how I was able to do such for so many hours. I kicked the sand with my heels, I’d been hoping to spot Gingorts either coming or going, had I missed him. A silhouette caught my eye.

“I found you”Gingorts!” I hollered and dashed off towards him.“I found you!” I panted, trying to catch my breath.

He stood there, that same bored look on his face. I clutched my side, I’d gotten a stitch from running. I wheezed as I returned to my composed self, waiting for the cramp to go away.

“I see. So you finally caught me.”

“Finally?”

“I’ve seen you hunting for me.”

“Eh? If you knew I was looking all over the place for you then why didn’t you come out!?”

“I liked the chase. I didn’t expect you to throw away a night to have a stake-out here though. I’ve been moving from beach to beach, I’ll go to jail if I get caught, you were lucky picking this.”

“How’re you doing Gingorts? I looked for you where you worked, they told me you got fired…I’m so-”

“No need. I’m great. Hungry more than usual, but great.”

“Why haven’t you come around? I was sincere in my offer.”

“I forgot where you lived.”

I looked at him, then burst out in a fit of giggles. He scratched his head, clearly not amused. That just made it all the more funny to me though, here I’d been worried he was off somewhere hating me, when really he had no idea which house I lived in.

“It’s the tiny house that looks abandoned, remember? But underneath is the mansion almost?” I wiped a tear from my eye.

“I’ll remember that.”

“I thought I’d chased you away, thought you hated me! That’s great, you just forgot where I live!”

“Sorry to have caused you trouble?” He scratched his head again, bits of sand flew from his hair, “how about we go somewhere? We owe each other an apology.”“Are you serious? That’s what it’s like to be a sim?”

“I’m not lying, sometimes it really feels like there’s a greater power that tells us all what to do!”

“And you guys don’t believe monsters exist? How can you possibly think such a thing?”

“Well I obviously don’t anymore. That zombie apocalypse really turned that around for me.”

“Your movies sound stupid too. We’re not that fearsome, just misunderstood.”

“Yea, being on this team now, I see the prejudice and hatred.”

“Tell me again, how on earth did you sims come up with Twilight as appropriate vampire and werewolf material? Dracula’s more accurate than anything to how they really are. Actually, maybe those Cullens are rejects that spawned more rejects and instead of coming to this island, became glorified!”

“Could be. I don’t much care for it. My sister did.”

“You’ve got a sister?”

“Yep.”

“Is she…?”

“No. She got away.”Somehow, Gingorts and I found ourselves wandering about the park. He decided to push me on a swing as I questioned him about his life before his death. He’d just gotten out of high school, he had to repeat the 11th grade twice, when a lab in his town went up in flames. The next thing he did after take off his cap and gown, was grab a knife and gun. The whole town went in lock-down, and many died trying to escape. Gingorts thinks that they were making up an excuse to the outside world, and the civilians that knew about the zombies were going to die as the only ones that knew the truth. He’d gotten bit on his left foot, he offered to show me the fading bite marks but I declined. He told me of how his parents were dead the second the outbreak began, and how he did all he could to protect his middle school aged sister. The last he saw of her, was her climbing the quarantine wall. The next he knew, he’d been taken in by the zombie community but soon spit out and landed here.

Gingorts stopped pushing me and I slowed down, he made his way to the swing next to me.“What’s your story?”

“I don’t have one. I was born a monster, I’ve never been anything else.”

“No way am I buying that. You’re the Fangs heiress, there’s got to have been something in your life that sets you a part from everyone else right?”

I stopped swinging and rocked, trying to decide how to start my tale…let alone if I should even tell him.

“I’m inter-sexed.” I clapped a hand over my mouth, I was thinking! I thought out loud?

“Oh. Uhm, so you’re…” He struggled with his words.

“I was born with a bit of both sexes. I identify as a female, since that where my life seems to fit. But it took me a terrible struggle to get here, as Leeta. In high school, when I found out about my condition, I took my brothers clothes and chopped my hair off. I became Lee. No matter what I did though, Leeta was always in the back of my mind, always there, sometime looking over my shoulder just waiting for me to return to where I needed to be. I became Lee to help me find where I was meant to be, who I was meant to be. Misty, that girl who lived with us, dated Lee. It didn’t work out but it helped me to see I’m both Lee and Leeta, and that they can co-exist within me as the new Leeta, me.”

Gingorts nodded, so I continued.

“My family wasn’t really any help. They just stood by with whatever I wanted, treated me like a delicate egg.”

“An egg?” He scoffed.

“Yes?”

“You’re spoiled.”“I’m sorry?” I blinked in shock.

“You heard me, spoiled!” He leaned towards me, “Pampered, sheltered, protected, fluffed and primed. Spoiled.”

“How so? I share with you, I don’t look down on others…” I began to ramble.

“Your family did you a good family service by ignoring your please and tossing you to the wind. It’s good, but that’s not how life works. When you’re down, you can’t have someone always hold your hand and pat your head saying “there-there poor baby”. I never got that, I got the grow up, buck up, or shut up speeches. Granted I never had such a life changing situation, but I’m telling you, you’re living in a sheltered and rose-tinted world. Stay there, or the wolves will chew you alive.”

I swayed in my swing just letting his words soak in, I smiled.

“Everyone but my brother has always told me those sort of things. That it’ll be ok, that things will fall into place. That I’m special, they shot down anyone who spoke ill of me, they really did treat me like a precious egg about to break. I know now, things aren’t always going to be ok, and some things take work. You just can’t sit back and expect the world to fix itself into order for you, you’ve got to push it some times. Right?”

“Exactly.” He smiled.

“Then I’ll get a job!” I hopped out of my swing.

Gingorts did the same, “You’ve got old money though right? What do you need a job for?”

“To see the real world! I know the walls of the Fangs, but I don’t know how you live. I want to see it, I want to meet the people of this island and I want that manual labor.”Gingorts grabbed my hands. I winced, fearing my scaly skin wouldn’t be good for his own fragile skin.

“That’s a wonderful thought. The queen bee, leaving the hive to see how the drones work.”

I smiled, I’m sure that I was blushing too. I felt his fingers caress my palms, that sent shivers up my spine. Gran was right, Gingorts wasn’t just a friend to me.I managed to get a job in the police force. I wanted manual labor, I got it. I pulled some strings, perks of being an heiress, and got Gingorts on the force as well, per his request of course. It was wonderful, when our schedules matched, we’d leave with each other and return to my home. Gingorts declined my offer to live in the house, he appreciated it but it didn’t suit him at the moment. Raquel and Daemon moved out soon after Misty, looking to start a life together of their own it seemed. I fantasized about Gingorts living with me. Me waking up to find him eating breakfast at the table in his pajamas, me catching him on trips to and from the bathroom in a towel, finding him sleeping on the sofa when he’s too tired to make it to his room…I loved it.

I looked forward to the days Gingorts would come over for food. He’d always stay and watch Tv with me, chat, play some chess, he’d just stay. I wanted him to stay, I hated when he went home, I always found myself longing that night would hurry and leave so Gingorts would return. He was younger than me, but he was so full of things that left me in awe. We could have very deep conversations on nearly any topic, but my favorite was speaking about our personal feelings on personal matters and him opening up new doors for new ways of thinking. Every conversation seemed to have an adventure for me, and a new method of self exploration.

Yes, I wanted Gingorts to stay. To stay with me, only me, live with me, love me. Well llama! It just popped into my head, love. When had I fallen in love with him? How long had it been? I stared at him, marveling at how I managed to grow such strong feelings for him in such a short period of knowing him. In my head, it screamed danger, you barely know him! But the rest of me screamed to shut up and love him. That was one of my downfalls, being so trusting of people and never looking for the bad, just to wonderful. But in this case, it didn’t seem to bad. I wondered, as I stared at him, how Gingorts felt about me. He noticed me watching, he smiled at me, but our gaze never broke.Just like our kiss. I’d kissed Misty, a few other boys too, but this was a completely new kiss. This was completely new territory. This was a man, this was love, I couldn’t believe it.

Right then, right there, I knew he’d stay. I knew that Gingorts would always be by my side, I knew exactly how he felt about me. I saw all of the fantasies become my reality, I saw our conversations going on for eternity, I knew my life would be wonderful from them on. Gingorts would make sure of it, in his own special way with his very special words.
Right down to the ring on my finger, I could feel it all over though. The love we had, I could only hope that those who were to come after me, my children and their children, would be able to find a love like this. It was pure, soft and sweet. I promised myself that this was a feeling that would never change, I’m certain Gingorts made the same self promise, and that’s what bound us together. For eternity.

Generation 6 Chapter 7: Gingorts

“Ugh! Why, why, why!?”

I’d gone to the meeting place for the date I’d met over that online dating site. He looked nothing like his photo, big beer belly and droopy eyes. When he saw me, he started to rock the table. I don’t know why I kept walking, oh but I did. I sat down, and smiled. He just looked at me and said,
“Please don’t tell me that you’s Leeta Fangs? I specifically remember you being girl, why’re you a boy?”

I sat there for a long time, he left after that, just sitting there and feeling like a fool.I finally had enough and decided to return home, of course not before I slammed the metal chair leg onto the bare part of my foot.

“Are you ok?” I heard a heavy voice say.

Startled, I turned around. There was a grey man with a long face and muscular build, standing there in his uniform. I guess he was here to tell me to stop loitering and go home or something. He rolled his clear colored eyes around a couple of times before focusing onto me.

“Nope.” I huffed.

“Anything I can do?”

“I don’t want any food.”

“That’s ok. We won’t eat then. But where I come from the last thing you do is abandon a woman with worries.”

“That’s the first I’ve heard that. I’m Leeta Fangs.”

“I am Gingorts Duffler, zombie reject.”

“You’re the first generation here?”

“Yes, first of my family to be a fully function vegan Zombie. Please, let me accompany you somewhere to clear your mind.”

“Can we…can we go to the art museum?”Gingorts was an odd man. He came off as a very laid back man, but actually was very alert and very serious. He spoke lazily, it was a calming and gentle voice like the voice recordings on children’s read-a-long books. We didn’t speak much in the museum. He stuck close to me as we wandered from art piece to art piece, nodding and smiling at things. It’s usually very awkward for me to be left alone with a stranger yet have to stay with them, but with Gingorts, I was at complete ease.

“I’m all for modern art and all but what the heck is this?”

“Maybe we’re looking at it wrong? Oh no, my skin’s peeling.”

“What’s wrong with your skin? You need moisturizer?”

“Sort of. Being dead, my skin doesn’t fall off. But being alive, new skin is still being made. So once a week I’ve got to go to the Spa and have my skin sloughed off. There’s a spa here right?”

“Yes, how long have you been here?”

“Only 3 days. I got this job in hopes of getting free food, but they don’t do that. It sucks, I was literally dropped into the ocean and left to fend for myself.”

“I’m sorry to hear tat. I’m sure your life will get much better though.”

“I hope so.”

We heard a weird squeal and a rumble. He rolled his eyes around again and looked away. I just smiled.

“If it’s free food you want, come back to my place! You can slough off your skin in our tub, I’ll lend you some of my brother’s clothes?”

“I don’t want to impose, so thank you for your offer.”I showed Gingorts to the bathroom after I’d taken some of my brother’s clothing. I’d let him know that there were 4 people living with me. He thanked me and went into the bathroom with the promise of food once he was done. I sat nervously on the sofa waiting for him. Misty wandered in, smiled to me, then plopped down on the smaller sofa.

“Hey Misty? Just to let you know, I’ve got a man over.”

“That doesn’t interest me.”

“Aw come on! I want to tell you. His name’s Gingorts! He’s a zombie, first generation on the island, and he’s int eh bath. I’m going to feed him once he comes out. He’s really cool, a gentleman. I met him after the blind date went sour.”

“I said this doesn’t interest me.”

“Are you ok Misty?”

“Yea.”

I left Mity alone, she fidgeted time to time. Gingorts had been in the bath for a long time. I was getting worried. Was he ok? Did it really take that long to slough skin off? Would I find large piles of skin? I had to stop myself, I was making myself feel sick. I was starting to question whether I should knock on the door or not.

“Oh cool, chess! Leeta come play?”I joined Gingorts at the chess table.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“I hope you don’t mind but I smelled food so I took the first left. A nice white eyed girl gave me food and I met your brother.”

“Oh, Raquel and Daemon! Well, that’s nice. Would you like leftovers to take home?”

“I don’t have a home.” He sighed.

“Whaaaat?”

“I said I don’t have a home.”

I moved my piece and sighed, “But where’re you staying?”

“I’m currently under a large rock on the beach. It’s ok there, I’ll just save up money then get a real place to stay.”

I bit my lip, I wanted so badly to just offer him a room. But Gran and Raquel had moved in and occupied the left over rooms.

“You’re more than welcome to come back here and eat Gingorts.”

“I do not want to impose on you, you’re not responsible for me.”

“I’m the heiress of the Fangs. Part of my job is to ensure that kindness and compassion is spreading.”

“So…I am part of your job?”

“Well…no?”

Gingorts raised his clear eyes to mine. I noticed a very subtle hint of blue in them, he blinked a few times and looked back at the board. We didn’t say another word. Eventually it was 11 pm and Gingorts said his good-byes. I felt awful that he had to go, to sleep under a rock. Alone, I went into the kitchen.“Tell me ‘m not an awful person!” I demanded.

“Huh? Hey that Gingorts guy was really cool. Where’d you meet him? That dating site?”

“No, well sort of indirectly. The blind date didn’t happen but Gingorts hung out with me to calm me down.”

“That’s wonderful.” Raquel smiled.

“We’ve got great news ourselves. Everything that Gran’s doing, it’s all set up!”

“Huh?”

“Raquel was looking for Gran’s medication when she found a journal! We read it and it turns out Gran’s got this plan to make you learn to hate her, so you find your backbone and command of your life!”

“It turns out that your Grandmother learned this from the father of her daughters, it’s to help you in the long run!”

“But don’t let Gran know that you know ok?”

“But why is she doing this?” I stamped my foot in utter confusion.

“You know how everyone but you was upset that she did everything she did? Moving in and the dating site? She’s trying so hard to show you that you’re a doormat and won’t speak up against others for fear of hurting their feelings!”

“Oh llama!”

Raquel and Daemon looked at me, then each other, then back to me. I covered my mouth in terror.

“I insulted Gingorts! I basically called him my charity project! I don’t know when he works, where he hangs out, nothing but his name and where he sleeps and where he works! I just lost a good friend.”

Generation 6 Chapter 6: Milk

“Heeey sexy lady! Op, op op! Oppan-”

“Gran!”

“Yes dear?”

I found Gran in the library. She was happily bouncing away watching Monstertube videos and singing along. Frankly, that pissed me off even more. Here she was creating havoc and was blissfully sitting away from it all, probably unaware. That still was no excuse, I had to lay down the law. Leeta wouldn’t. You could hit Leeta with a bag of bricks and she’d be the one to say sorry to you then come up with some excuse how it was her fault to provoke you or something.

“Back when I was your age, this dance would’ve been a great hit. What is it? A horse riding dance? I wish my hips were better, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
“Get out of this house.” I seethed.

“Pardon moi?”

“Get out of here. Move back under your slimy plumbob rock where everything is the Maris station 24/7. Cancel that llama subscription to that llama site you signed my sister up for and learn what it is to be normal.”

“Normal’s a relative statement. And watch your language, so foul. You also cannot kick me out or speak for your sister. She’s the heiress.”

“Then why’re you acting like the heiress is you? Coming in here and telling us what’s going to happen, like we’re going to answer to you.”

I was shaking mad. We had the same eyes, but were on two different planets. Maybe back in my Gran’s prime, doing all of this was normal. But it was pure common sense to see she was intruding and stepping on toes, no not even stepping on toes, more like stomping on them in solid iron spikes. She furrowed her brow at me and clicked something, she took her attention and put it right back on the computer.

“Answer me!” I snarled.

“I see your mother’s temper was not lost on you. I wonder if that comes from the imp genes.”I moved and slammed myself into the chair beside her. I shoved my foot under the desk and yanked all of the cords out, her computer screen blinked to black and she glared at me.

“Boy, I’ve had my fair share of jerks. Don’t you start up.”

“You’re not my plumbob boss or the plumbob heiress. You had your reign, you don’t get a do over at it. The Fangs don’t need your llama input, Leeta doesn’t need your input, she’s capable of leading on her own.”

“What? What’re you talking about? Respect your elders! I’ve been alive longer than you, I know life, I have wisdom to pass along! Of course I’m needed! What did your mother tell you?”

“Not a thing. She told us you moved here and then one day, Grandma stopped coming around. That’s why you’re here isn’t it? You feel you’ve missed out, you messed up and now you’re worming your plumbob way back into the leading house to silently take the control you want from the sidelines! You messed up with Aunts and mom, so you were hoping Leeta and I would see you as a surrogate mother and push our own mom into the darkness! I bet you’re even hoping you live long enough to see your great-grandkids and replace Leeta as the granny so you can get a shot at that too.”

She lowered her eyes into tiny slits and I saw the muscles in her face contract and twitch.

“Your mother certainly has poisoned your mind, fess up. You know, if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t be here. How about you show a bit of that family love and move past what was? I have messed up, I have done wrong, but I’m going to atone for it all. How can I grow and rebuild myself if none of you but Leeta are giving me a chance?”

“You certainly don’t do it by moving in without consent, you certainly don’t do it by making dating profiles without consent, and you certainly don’t do it by acting like you know us inside and out.”

“It’s not my fault! I love you guys, you’re my babies!”

“Like plumbob we are! I am not your baby, I’m the child of Carlos and Midge Fangs! You’re not either of them, never refer to me as such again!”

“What is the matter with you Daemon!? Why’re you so cruel and shut out?”“Excuse me!”

Gran and I stopped glaring daggers to each other and looked up. Raquel had walked in and was nervously shifting her weight around on her legs.

“Oh, Raquel.”

I sank in my seat, I was really showing off my bad side here. I wondered how much Raquel had heard, or seen. I wasn’t a knight in shining armor, but I was totally acting like a punk. I had reason to, but that’s probably not what it looked like to Raquel.

“I-it’s time Ms. Fangs, to check your blood levels.”

“Good!”

Gran lifted herself up and quickly left the room. Raquel stood there for a few seconds, fiddling her fingers before she nodded to me and left. I really wanted to just hide myself.I was sitting on my bed staring at my shoes. They were the only things I wanted to look at, I hated this room. Originally Misty was supposed to have this room, she designed it, but that plumbob Harpy decided she didn’t like it anymore and sadly I was stuck with it. It was up to me to change how it looked, I wanted to use my own money. The family money really belonged to Leeta, being heiress and all, and I didn’t want to so much as borrow 1 simoleon.

I kicked my feet on the bed, listening to the ticking of the alarm clock. I wondered, had my mom never kept Gran away from us, what would life be like? I heard how she spoke, condescending and full of pity, like it was such a chore for her to look down her nose at people. With Leeta and how she was born, I could see Gran either breaking her or having helped her grow into someone that wouldn’t give a llama about others. With me, we’d either be clashing like right now or I’d be the doormat of the family. I wasn’t happy when Leeta told me she’d contacted Gran, and I certainly wasn’t happy now. I loved Gran, in a weird way. She was my Grandmother, that’d never change. But she was a stranger and a person of not so wonderful qualities.

“I have to call mom, to figure this all out.” I murmured to myself.

My door flew open. A blur of yellow and red flew past me as a weight shifted next to me.“I don’t know why I’m here.”

I smiled. Raquel had just whisked into my room like she was being chased, but she had no clue what she did that for. I didn’t either but…well I didn’t mind.

“Me either.” Dumb!

“Y-your Gran’s very angry. She’s a woman that feels like she’ll never do anything right…”

“You heard what happened in the library?”

“Y-yes…I didn’t mean to! My ears…they…”

“I understand. Mine hear the tiniest of sounds.”

“S-she said she wishes things has been different. Apparently this all started for her bad in high school. It was just one bad decision after another…”

“It’s been like 5 decades since then, how hasn’t she learned what’s right or how to fix any of it!?”

“I don’t know. She’s pissed off t-that you “have the nerve” to tell her what to do. She’s the pot calling the kettle black…”

“I have to call my mom. You know her better than we do, and my mom knows the story. Gran’s old and so far selfish, I don’t think I can believe her.”

“She misses her children. She told me everyday, she has this picture of three girls in blue, green and pink dresses with ribbons in their hair. She cries at how she messed up, she’s carried this burden forever since then…”

“Don’t tell me to go easier on her.”

“I’m asking you to sympathize with her. I understand what you’re doing, but this woman does have emotions.”

“I don’t know. I’m not one to sugar coat. Gran maybe needs a swift kick in the llama. Maybe she was too coddle.”

“Coddling? That sounds nice…and tension is high…”“Hey Daemon! There’s this guy- yi yi yi! Gotta go!”

My door closed as quickly as it had opened.

“Well, she runs fast in heels.”