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 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 6 Chapter 4: Freed

You ever have those moments, where things have just built up and you explode? Lately all I’ve been feeling is a rumbling, something, somewhere, deep within me there was an explosion waiting to come out. The kids at school, they loved Lee. After Misty and I patched back together, she loved me. My whole family, they supported me. Everyone around me seem to know who I was, what I was to do, but I realized I couldn’t look at a mirror. I couldn’t figure out who’s face I saw, I didn’t know what hair was on my head, there was a stranger I couldn’t get to know. So I could feel that everything inside wasn’t going to be dormant for long.

My mystery friend on my instant messenger popped in every so often. I loved to hear from them, I loved that they loved me. I loved how they added one more bubble into my impending explosion.

“Do it. Just do it!”

That was all I needed from my dearest friend.“What do you mean? What’s going on!?”

“It’s as I’ve said, there’s no hope of a future for you and I. I can’t…I just…I…no.”

Misty and I were supposed to go see a movie today, a romantic comedy, but what she got instead was a tragedy. I was ending our double cover up relationship.

“No. Please, please! I’m begging you. I’m so certain you were made for me Lee! You’re like no on I’ve ever known before, touched before, kissed before! Please, don’t leave me. Don’t end our beautiful story. Lee!”

She grasped at my jacket, er well my brother’s jacket. I stepped back. The tears flowed down her face and plopped onto the ground in heavy drops. Her raspy voice was shaking as she tried to touch me. It hurt me to see her like this, I felt so stupid.

“I’m so sorry Misty,” I croaked “but I should’ve never asked you out. I thank you for helping me, I’m so sorry I hurt you. You really do mean so much to me. I just…” the tears poured out of my own eyes.

“I’m sorry if I did anything wrong. I’m sorry if I’ve made you mad! Please, tell me what I can do to keep you by my side. Please. I’ll never tell anyone that you were Leeta, I’d never try to hurt you. I love you, I won’t stop, please! Reconsider!”

“It’s not your fault, I just can’t be this anymore. I can’t be a lie! We can’t be a lie, we were a lie Misty! We were a lie to ourselves, to the world.” I sobbed.

“Why’re you crying?”

“Because, I hurt you. I hurt myself. But mainly you’re in so much pain and it’s all my fault.”

“…you’re right. This should never have happened. I should never have approached you. Is there really nothing we can do?” She whispered as her tear stained face was once again under water.

I shook my head. Misty grabbed her arms and hugged herself, swaying before me. She looked at her feet and shook her head for awhile. I wiped my face on my sleeve and waited for her to calm herself down. I don’t know how long we stood like that, really I just wanted to turn back time and say to her “let’s be friends” when I first saw her on my porch. That was 7 months ago, my chest heaved. I lied for an entire 7 months. I should’ve told Misty to go find a girl to love that would pass for a better guy, I should’ve told myself the way to learning to be a boy was not through using a girl. I clenched my fist, I felt so ashamed.

“Can we be friends?” I croaked.

She never stopped swaying, she never looked up.

“Unless you don’t want to…”

“No. I do. I want to be in your life…no I want you in mine. Maybe our friendship will fare better?” I heard her giggle.

“Misty?”

“Good-bye Lee. I’ll contact you when I’m ready.”

With that she left, I stared after her. I inhaled deeply and rolled my shoulders back, now I had to finish it all.I’m not sure when I realized I was brushing my teeth at 5 pm on a Saturday. I remembered walking into the bathroom but I didn’t mean to come in here to brush my teeth. I paused and cast a glance in the mirror.

“Who are you.” I demanded from the reflection.

I threw my head down to spit but ended up staggering back from having whacked my head on the counter. I tripped on the rug and fell on my bottom. I sat there as the tooth brush slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor. I began to sob, I was throwing myself a pity party and I had no intentions of stopping it. I drew my knees to my chest, hugging them and rocking myself as I cried there on the bathroom floor. I felt so lost, so confused, so much like a teenage girl on a bad drama show. Why couldn’t I have just been born purely boy or girl? Why’d I have to be a mix of both? Why’d I have to decide what gender to be? I buried my face in my jeans as I continued to rock myself, wishing that the universe had been kinder to me and spared me from such internal conflict.

Girl. I hit me, I referred to myself as a teenage girl. Was this because I saw myself as I girl? Was that what I wanted to be, did I want to be a girl, was I a girl? I rolled to the side, completely forgetting that my toothbrush was there, and got toothpaste all over the side of my face. That was enough to set my tears off again, and now I was laying on the bathroom floor with toothpaste on my face and sobbing everywhere. I rocked on my back, digging for the answers. I saw him go to the cage door, Leeta was smiling, he let her out. He took hold of her hand and helped her down and out of her prison, they continued to hold hands as they walked out of my view. I smiled to myself as the tears flowed. With the pity party ove, the guest of honor, me, picked herself up and walked to the counter happy and calm.I couldn’t get over how chilly I felt now. How weird it felt, and how so little of my old clothes still fit me. When did my body change? I made a mental note of how I’d have to go shopping soon before what fit me had to go. I closed the drawer and looked at the clothes Lee had worn. I pinched myself, no need to say Lee like he’s a separate person. Lee was now one with Leeta, he was in me, he was me, he is me and so is Leeta. I was both of them, somehow that eluded me this entire time. I was going to live as Leeta would have, but with Lee thrown into the mix. I loved my bright colors, my soft clothes, the dresses that flowed in the wind and the cute heels. Lee showed my how practical short hair was, how it didn’t get snagged or wrapped in the screws on the back of chairs, it saved money on hair products, and made washing it easier. I gently picked up and the clothes and inhaled them, they smelled different. They smelled like a boy, I remembered now, when I wore these I used to use Hammer bodyspray. I smiled and shook my head, I was happy there was a line for women now. I folded the clothes and set them on the hamper, leaning to stretch when I was done. I caught sight of my underarms, I hadn’t missed shaving but I wouldn’t mind doing it again.

Happy and content, I swung my arms back and forth as I looked around my room. It felt great to be me.

 

“Hey mom!” I called.

“Yea?”

“Can you take me to the hair salon tomorrow?”

“What for?”

“Why else?”

“The attitude, watch it!”

“Sorry, but can you mom?”

“If you don’t tell me what for young man the answer’s no.”

“Uuuh…for my hair!”

“Lee! What did I tell you about the-““Well I want some hair extensions.”

“Leeta!”All was quiet after that. Life went by, Misty and I became friends, and I didn’t end up going to prom. What I did get was this house  and the title of heiress. Mom said how her grandmother’s sister was jealous and evil that she hadn’t gotten the title of heiress, but how siblings of generations after she died were thrilled to not have it. This held true, Daemon was a nervous wreck that our parents had chosen him, but when he found out they had named me he threw his hands in the air and cheered. I had no idea why, being the leader sounded like fun! It was like a giant game of tag and I’d pick who was “It” next. Mom and dad moved out, Misty moved in, and we renovated. Ok fine, we tore down the told home and built this little cutie.“Ha! You’re so naive! You really think this house you’ve built will withstand anyone that tries to get in?”

“It will! No one has any idea we’re here! It’s the perfect disguise and trap at the same time!”

“Trap? Trap whom? A llama?”

“No but we’re getting close aren’t we brother dear?”

“Oooh Leeta’s got burns and I’ve got aloe. Your remarks make no difference. I stand by what I say.”

“And what is it that you say?”

“You’re going to lead this family to failure. Step down, let me take charge. You’re going to ruin years of hard work just like that!”“So you think you can do better?”

“I know I can!”

“Puh! I don’t believe it. I’ve done this for how long now? One mistake and you want my head. We’re fine, settle down.”

“No! I’m going to claim the spot you have, this family needs someone that knows what they’re doing. You’ve already messed up, no need for me to let you have another chance to do it again!”

“I’m the leader, that’s how it’s going to stay!”

“Are you two still playing that stupid game?” Misty called.“Shaddup you dang banshee!”

“Pfft, whatever donkey boy.”

Daemon and Misty often had what I liked to call friendly banters. I must say, I didn’t like to be interrupted when playing our Legacy game. Daemon and I have been playing the same game file since we were 18, we were now 25 and going strong. To really make it fun, I was playing as the Legacy leader while being an actual leader in real life.

“Leeta, tell your instant messenger friend that we have a house guest that hogs all the stupid.”

I’d told my brother and Misty about Grdlr22. Neither of them knew who that person was, but I knew I really wanted to meet them. I couldn’t ask though, internet predators and everything, but still it was pleasant to have maintained contact with my mystery friend all these years.

“Hey I’m doing you a favor. When you hog all of the ugly, stupid just makes it worse!”

“Stop you two.” I whined.

“Fine.”

They both glared at each other in disgust over having responded in unison.  Misty plopped on the couch as Daemon and I battled a dragon I’d accidentally let into the village, the irony being our dad’s a dragon.“Anyways, your grandmother asked me to leave the door unlocked so she can just come in.”

“Shut up you harpy!”

“No one’s speaking to you Dumbo!”

“Guys!” I whined again.

I’d invited my Grandmother over. It had been so long since I’d seen her, mom kept her at a distance from us. I really valued family, really wanted them close, so it killed me that my mom had estranged her from us. Blood was thicker than everything, it was a titanium bond and no matter what it could never be broken. Daemon sighed, he said mom had her reasons and it was probably for the best, that granny may be a toxic person. I scoffed, she was our grandmother you know? Grannies love and spoil their family and they’re so old, they deserve the utmost respect, I’ll never understand how mom could do such a thing.

“She said she’s got herself a live in nurse since she’s old. What she like?” Misty smiled.

“I forget.”

“How?”

“See that’s what you get for hogging all the stupid. Our mom pretty much pushed our grandmother out of our lives, I say she must’ve had a good reason to. Our mom’s a sensible woman.”

“Don’t listen to him Misty, mom was probably angry and she probably regrets it. You know how mom gets when she’s angry Daemon.”

“I don’t know. I mean I don’t really know your family…but if your grandmother wasn’t the greatest person I certainly wouldn’t want that exposed to my children. You know? My dad sucks, that’s wy i moved out as fast as possible. I’m his kid and he can’t even accept me!”

“Wow. I actually agree with you Sloppy. See Leeta?”

“You two are overreacting! Family is the strongest thing. You can always have different friends, you can always love different people, but you’ll only ever have one mom or dad. Misty, I really think you should try to speak to your dad and he’ll see how much you love him.”

“Leeta man, you’er just asking for trouble. Granny may not be the one you’re hopeful for…”

“well-”

“Hello?” we heard a faint voice call.

“Hello?” We responded.

We heard the clicking of heels and smelled a sweet aroma of flora.“Hi, I’m Raquel. Raquel Deal. I’m the live in nurse for your grandmother. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. Ms. Maris has told me so much about you guys. She’ll be coming soon by the way, she insisted I head here without her so here I am!”

Raquel walked briskly to take the seat next to Misty. She was adorable! She had a small face and chubby cheeks, the way she squeaked when she spoke reminded me of a baby mouse on a cartoon. She was shy, that was easy to see, I wanted to just go get her a drink of hot chocolate! I really hoped she’d fit in perfectly and that we’d be able to make her feel at home whenever she came by.

“Hey Dumbo, get your mouth off the floor. Don’t want to kill flies.”“Dumbo?” Raquel asked, her voice was tiny and soft.

“Shaddup!”

Daemon pounded the buttons and resumed the game, I quickly fumbled around with the buttons to play as well.

“Nah his name’s Daemon, he’s the twin doofus brother of Leeta.”

“I’m Leeta, and this is indeed my twin. I’m the current heiress of the Fangs, thanks so much for coming over! Would you like to play?” I nodded to the TV.

She shook her head and fidgeted at her knees.

“You’re so adorable!” Misty squealed.

Raquel turned her face to her dress and muttered a “thanks” as she squirmed some more.

“Hey Dumbo stop staring at her! You’re making her uncomfortable!”

“I’m not staring! And if it’s anything it’s you, stop trying to get in her pants!”

“Raquel, they do this all the time. I’m sorry if it bugs you!” I sighed as I stomped on my brother’s foot.

“I’m alright,” she said in her tiny voice as she rose her blushing face “it’s a little funny.”

Her pure white eyes looked gently from under her long lashes, I heard my brother choke.

“I’m going to go look for Grandma!” Daemon declared and tossed his controller to Misty.

 

(Sorry guys I’ve been so busy but I’ve been working on this for a long time. I’ll play when I’ve got freetime  again (: also if you want here’s a good look at the new house )

Generation 6 Chapter 3: Sparked

“Your cousin’s quite the uh…gentleman.” Mystery girl sighed.

I fidgeted on the far end of the sofa. We’d left my house because Daemon was being…uh well a llama. He was hovering, asking questions, being rude, belching everywhere. It really irritated mystery girl and she grabbed my hand, driving us to the island’s library. I was actually having difficulty keeping up my facade, I felt odd not speaking of Daemon as my brother.

“You’re looking pretty nervous? Don’t you know pretty girls don’t bite?” She winked her eye.

I just stared at her. She winked at me? That was a flirting technique, I tried…I mean Leeta tried that. I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or concerned. She smiled and shook her head.“I’m Misty Shadows, and your ally. I know how cruel a hand life can play you when it doesn’t seem to fit the suite.”

I stared again. Her icy eyes lingered on my confused face, I cleared my throat and glanced down to my shoes. I looked up at her once more.

“I still have no idea who you are…I think I’ve seen you around?” I finally spoke.

She flicked a strand of hair away from her lips and scooted closer to me, crossing her long and slim legs.

“You have?” She cooed.

“Yea…you do art!” I snapped my fingers. “You’re the captain of the art club! Yea, I’ve seen you around.”

She smiled at me, a wicked smile. I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle. She tossed her head back and cackled, it creeped me out. She leaned back on the sofa, sliding down a little until she settled down. I pressed myself closer to the edge of the sofa and looked around hoping that no one was around.  Finally she stopped and readjusted herself.
“Wa…was I wrong?” I squeaked.

I raised a hand, ready to set it on fire if I had to. I remembered seeing Misty Shadows around in school. She was the “It girl” of the art students. She was the equivalence of the popular cheerleader, but with paints. I remembered she seemed to alternate boyfriends every 7 months of so. She looked at me, cocked her head and giggled again.

“How do you know me!?” She stifled a laugh.

“I…I just told you!” I was so confused.

She shook her head, snorting. “I knew it. I knew it! Ahahaha-” She clapped her hand over her mouth.

“You! You’re so funny! You went through so much trouble, but forgot the minor details. How could you know all that Lee? How!? The last art meeting was 4 months ago! The club’s on holiday for now, I sincerely doubt your cousin would’ve told you.” She squeaked and giggled.

My mouth dropped. Lee came two weeks ago, the last meeting was 4 months ago. You could just look at Daemon and know right away he wasn’t a monster that dabbled in the arts. I didn’t know what to do. How could I explain myself, what could I do? I opened and closed my mouth again a bit, looking like a fish. Misty frowned and touched my knee, I flinched.

“Hey, hey. I said I was your ally. Here.” She said softly and pushed herself back from me.I propped my right leg over the knee she’d touched. She inhaled deeply and sighed, smiling.

“You- uh. You’ve got it wrong I’m Lee!” I said this with as much confidence as I could muster.

She peeked at me and shook her head. “I know you are. But that body was the one Leeta was born in. I know how awful kids were to Leeta, behind her back everyone said she was really a guy. Then you came, right as Leeta left. You may have everyone else convinced, but I was always rooting you’d stay Leeta. She was so cute.”

“Cute?” I echoed.

The Leeta I’d pushed away shook the bars on her cage. No one had ever called her cute. Well not since she was a little baby like thing, besides family. My parents had called her pretty, but that was what parents did. I looked at her, she was still sitting in the same spot with her eyes closed, it looked as if she were meditating.

“Yea.” She whispered. “But…I’m a lesbian. All those guys the others see me with, they’re just cover-ups. I can’t let anyone know. I’ll be disowned and kicked out if my parents knew. I’ve tried to make myself like guys but…it’s just not there. I need that money my parents are giving me once I’m 30. I can do art but not enough to get to my dreams. I want to set up a school. One where kids can be safe, no matter who they are, and love art.” She raised her hands and brushed the air, as if wafting away some flies.

I shook my head. “But they’re your parents! Try talking to them? They can’t do that…”

“Aha! You’re kind! Man, I regret not talking to you sooner. But you don’t know them. They can, they will and I’m not going to try and prove them right. But enough about that! I have a little experiment, for lack of better words. You’re Lee now, a boy. I need to date boys to keep my real self a secret, but I can’t love them romantically. But biologically you’re a girl, needing to date girls and this fits well for me. How about we help each other out?” She smiled.

“But…I don’t know how to be a guy yet. I don’t think I’ll be much help to you other keeping appearances…”

“That’s fine, that’s fine. Appearance is all we need. I’ll help you be a guy, I’ve only every had one girlfriend and that was a looong time ago. It’ll be nice for us both. Come on, don’t doubt yourself so much.”

I looked at her eager face, it did make sense to me. I needed to learn how to be a boy. I’d learn from Daemon how to do that, and from Misty too. I was biologically a girl, and still one in mentality…Daemon was doing a terrible job. Misty loved girls, but had to keep that under wraps.

“So…Misty.” I began, “will you be my girlfriend?”

She tossed her head back again and laughed, I feel like that’s a trademark move of her’s. “Llama that sounds like a proposal! But yea, I’m looking forward to our first date.” She winked at me, got up, and ruffled my hair.Before I knew it, Misty was teaching me how to be a boyfriend. Our time was spent together quite a lot, we texted well into the nights, I found myself telling her what looked great on her when we went shopping, and I learned her favorite orders for places we went to eat. I learned quickly to compliment her when she was having a bad day, even if that made her more mad, and that she’s always right even when she’s wrong in our 3 months of dating. But things got weird after 3 months. She said I should hold her more, play in her hair, peck her on the cheek and just more cuddly…but I didn’t want to. When I looked at Misty, I smiled but that was all. Whenever she’d get close to my face, I’d get butterflies. Yet that was it. I didn’t have an urge to see her, cuddle her, touch her.

“You alright?” She smiled as she slid up to me.

We’d just seen a movie that came out last week. The whole time, I forced myself to hold her hand. She wanted to put her head on my shoulder, but I didn’t want that so hands it was.

“Yes why?”

“You seem so tense. Come on Lee, I know you what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know…I guess I’m not a cuddly person.” I scratched my head.

Misty smiled and looked at the ground. “Is that all? Why didn’t you just say so?”

“I didn’t want to make you mad or hurt your feelings.” I shuffled my feet on the carpet.

Misty giggled and pushed my shoulder. “Naw! I’m fine! Next time Lee just talk to me eh?”

“But you’re so cuddly! Is that ok?” I gasped.

Misty beamed at me and grabbed my hand, dragging me to the door. “Why Lee, I do believe I’m falling in love with you!”

I managed to warm up to Misty more in the next month. Maybe all I needed to know was that Misty was ok with me as me. I didn’t need to be a macho man, didn’t need to be an emotional man or even cuddly. I could walk at my own pace in this relationship and she’d adjust her speed to walk beside me.“I can’t believe we’ve been together for 4 months today.” I sighed, snuggling into Misty’s crooked arm.

I decided to take her to the library, where we agreed to become a couple, for our 4 months. She rubbed her thumb in a circle on my shoulder and sighed. Lately she’d started to say she liked me. It was said in the way you’d say “Oh I love you honey” but replaced with “I like you”. I said I liked her too, but I wasn’t sure. We clicked, we were really really close. When I had exciting news, she was the first to know. When I wasn’t happy and need someone to talk to, I turned to her. It was the same for me, she came to me first for everything. Sometimes it was things I didn’t even want to know…like she managed to get a ton of cake crumbs up her nose…

“I know. Time’s flying so fast with you Lee. Everyone’s asking me if we’re going to prom. That’s like 7 months away!”

“I’ll take you to prom!” I chirped and patted her leg.

She pecked my head. It’d been brought to my attention she’d like to kiss, but I wasn’t ready for that.

“Really!? By then we’ll have been together for 11 months! Nearly a year…” She trailed off.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her as I rubbed the hand on my shoulder.

“What if we make it to a year?” She asked softly.

I leaned my head closer to her and thought about it. “Then we make it to a wonderful anniversary dinner?”

She sniffed and pecked my head again. I was starting to wish that she’d stop that. “What if we make it past a year? What if we end up being together for oh..10 years?”

I fidgeted in her arms, next to her body. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…are you going to stay like this or get a sex change? Will you go back to being Leeta?” She asked me gently.

I just shot a glance at her. She bit her bottom lip and pulled her arm off of me.

“I’ve got to go home.” She sighed, patted my hand and left.I really should’ve known that the talk we’d had on our 4 months would return. I could hear it ringing in the back of my head “girls like to talk thing out.” Daemon was right. I hadn’t noticed I’d even become boy like, or maybe just insensitive overall. I wanted everything to go back to how it was, I wanted then end of that talk to be just that. The end. Misty had other plans, and I found that out when we went to the Diamond Ring Club. She said, “we need to talk” and grabbed some seats. I could hear the anger shooting out of her.

“We need to figure out our future.” She began.

I drummed my fingers on the table, sucking on my bottom lip. “How you figure?” I regretted that before I could finish my sentence.

“If we’re going to be together we need to figure out what you need, Lee! I love you, care for you, but this…we can’t keep up this happy smiley all is well gig. I told you what I need, I’ve got it figured out. I want you, I think I need you. But I don’t know if I can keep loving you when you get a sex assignment to male.” She hung her head.

I inhaled deeply. “What do you want me to do? What do you expect from me?”

Daemon and mom had said I was more confident. They attributed it to Misty. They didn’t know we were a couple, I’m sure they figured it, but maybe this was what I needed. I felt confident because I had a confidant. I felt myself growing, I did everything I could to please Misty and remain within my own comfort zone. That was a huge step for me. But now I was afraid I was going to shut everyone out. I was afraid I was over exerting my confidence and new found self, what if I drove everyone away in power hunger?

“I’m sorry Misty. I didn’t mean it. I just..you put too much pressure on me there. We’re only 16. I can’t decide at this moment in time if I’m a girl or a boy.”

“Well which do you want to be?” She snapped.

“What?” I said, startled.

“Do you want to be with me?” She ordered.

“Y-yes!” I said, uncertain.

“So you know that, but to do that you have to be a girl. Change your sex to full out female.” She jabbed her finger at me.

“I can’t pick that now!”  I pleaded.

I thought of what would happen if Misty were to walk away right now. There’d be no more “Hey great news” phone calls, no more happy texts, no more going out as much as possible to fun places and doing fun things. I felt scared. I didn’t want to lose my best friend, my girl friend, Misty. I felt the tears of frustration coming out. Misty lunged at me.I thought it was for a hug, but as I stretched my arms out she blocked me.

“Misty?” I blubbered.

Se shook her head. “I just don’t understand. I knew what I was getting into, but I seriously didn’t expect this. Guys just don’t do it for me.” She ran her hand down my jacket and left. At the stairs she turned back around.

“Just..just give me some time ok?”

I stood there crying for awhile before I made the long walk home.“What no Misty?” I heard Daemon call.

I ignored him and trudged up the spiral stairs, my heart was heavy and my stomach was cold.

“What’s with him?”

“Dunno. I think you twin’s having some love spats.”

“What do you mean? You think they were dating?”

“I was a teenage girl once. Misty’s been bitten. Trust me. Lee…not so much.”

“Do you want me to keep an eye on them Mom? I can find Misty in school and…”

“No.”

“But…she may know he’s really Leeta and ruin everything!”

“This is your brother’s life. He’s got to live and and he’s got to make his mistakes, if we get involved…we’d ruin that for him.”

“Fine. So what do we do?”

“The same like always. Just be here when he needs us.”I logged onto the computer. I was trying hard to keep the fight off of my mind, but found myself wandering to the Instant Messenger every so often to check where she was. I sighed and huffed and played with the mouse nervously. I decided to log into the forum, where I’d started my own blog. I had many encouraging comments and others wondering about my life. I decided I’d update it today, I’d tell them I’d managed to get a girlfriend and that we just had a fight. I typed away, pouring out to them all of my feelings and fears. I soon had 4 paragraphs of massive text in front of me, that killed a good 40 minutes. I waited another 20, opening and closing the instant messenger and replying to comments on my blog. Finally Misty logged on.

I stared at her screen-name,  mentally begging her to say something. I got scared, worried, and began typing to her.

“Hey, I’m not sure where we’re at in this relationship…but please can we stay friends if we fail?’ I was so close to hitting enter when a screen-name I’d never seen before popped up.

“Leeta!? Leeta!?”

My mouth dropped and began to hyper-ventilate. This was not the same name I’d used when I was Leeta. Who was this, how they’d get it!? I abandoned my message to Misty and stared at this new screen name. I was not going to respond, this was too scary.

“Lee. I’m sorry. You don’t know who I am. I know that and I hate it. I know you used to be Leeta. I always looked at you. I’d think, how in the llama could a girl who was surrounded by negativity keep her head up and smile? I feel stronger like this, when you don’t know me. I just wanted to say…”

I stared at the screen. Who got this? Who was this? I ran through all of those that new my screen-name. There were too many, I’m sure they gave it out to others too. The italicized message Grdlr22 is typing… blinked over and over again. My heart was pounding. I heard a ding and nearly shrieked. It was Misty.

“Hey, you there?”

I wanted to respond to her but I was so focused and out of sorts thanks to Grdlr22. Finally they finished their post.

“I’ve had strong feelings to you. When you came near me, when you looked at me, when you laughed, I don’t mean to sound creepy or scare you off. I just always thought of what it’d be like to hold your hand. Lee, I’m sorry. I should’ve spoken up, I feel guilty. I should’ve been there to help you stand through the negativity but you know? It was scary. I didn’t want that focus turned to me. I’m such a coward! I’m sorry.”

I felt my hands move to the keyboard. My mouth was dry and I was terrified. This person knew my secret.

“It’s ok. I forgive you, though you have nothing to worry about at all. I’m doing fine. Really. Honest. Who are you?”

They logged off. I stared at the screen, chanting “no” over and over again in my head. I waited and pleaded for them to return, I sighed, finally giving up. I returned to Misty’s chat, I had 4 unread chats from her now.

“Sorry. Computer bugged out. I’m here.”

“Good. I’m so sorry about earlier. It was selfish of me. I’m here for you, I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise. You’re going through this huge thing I couldn’t even sympathize with. I’m so sorry Lee. But you made me feel like I didn’t matter.”

I sighed. “You do matter to me. It’s ok, let’s just put this behind us.”

Generation 6 Chapter 2: Voltage

“Family meeting!” I bellowed, then coughed.

I’d been straining my voice to sound deep. My voice wasn’t high, but you could tell it was better suited for a girl. Maybe a manly girl, I mean I didn’t sound like a chipmunk but…ugh I guess I mean if I were to voice a cartoon character, hippo comes to mind.

“Are you sick dear?” Mom called.

“You ok?” My dad called from somewhere else in the house.

“Dining room!” I hollered with all of my might. I didn’t expect everyone to be moving so slow. Especially over what happened, I mentally thank them for not swarming me many times in my life but come on!

“Whaaaaat?” Daemon groaned as he trudged to the location I’d ordered. “What the llama…” He breathed.

“Are you- OKAY!?” Mom shrieked. Dad, being Dad, just looked at the reactions that had occurred and did…nothing.“Leeta!” my brother and Mom cried, as my Dad stood there looking for his cue to jump in somewhere.

“Nope.” I chuckled. I looked at their faces and saw surprise, or maybe I was hoping that’s what I saw? “I’m Lee!”

“You’re Lee?” My Dad echoed, finally. “Do you…want to be Lee?” He asked tenderly.

My brother swiped his foot at his leg while my mom flicked his ear.

“I don’t know. We’ve got to find that out.” I smiled.

“We?” My mom looked worried.

“Me, myself, and I.” I smiled at her. The family slowly moved to the table and took their seats. My Mom took the one closest to me, she seemed very uneasy.

“I don’t know if I’m a boy. If I’m a girl. Society’s told me many times that I fit the category of boy, so I’ll walk with society for a little. This may be who I am.” I started.

Well that sounded so stupid. No wonder my family was shocked, I shocked myself a little bit.“I was hoping you were doing this…for you.” My mom fidgeted.

My Mom was one for short words. I could tell there were so many things she wanted to say to me. She smiled at me and quickly averted her eyes. I thanked her in my mind for trying her hardest to make this all easier. My brother? Not so much.

“Stupid.” He mumbled.

“Daemon!” My parents snapped. My Father had fear in his eyes but sharpness to his voice.

“What!? We can’t keep coddling him forever! Oh poor baby, poor baby you don’t know if you’re a boy or a girl. Don’t know what you are oh boo hoo.  Do you know who you are?” Daemon began, pounding his fist.

I felt small. I felt weak. Earlier I’d felt so powerful, I’d felt like I was setting myself in the direction to help me out. I fidgeted and looked at my hands.

“Daemon.” My mother snapped. “How dare you speak to your…” She hesitated. Even for a little. Daemon, took the opening.

“My what mom!? My brother? My sister? That’s never mattered, I didn’t care if Leeta was running around claiming to be a piece of butter! That person sitting next to you is my twin! That’s all that’s ever mattered, as long as that knew who they were!”

“Daemon! I swear if you say another thing to hurt your brother!” My father warned.

I felt so…so observed. Daemon wasn’t angry that I was trying to figure out what public bathroom was appropriate for me to use, he was angry I was so spineless. I couldn’t even come up with a story to tell him. I’d given the worst reason for my choice, some jerk on a support forum I’d found made me do it. Society, others opinions, I’d given them too much influence in my life. But I was terrified! What life can you lead, when no one has interest in it?

“I’m not trying to hurt Lee or Leeta or Jimmy Jane Boris! I want my twin to do what my twin wants! I can’t sit back and let them ruin themselves! That’s my twin, they’re hurting! I can feel it, I can tell. They need to harness that pain and make it their strength, their pride.” He slammed his fist down.

My parents were silent. So was I, my breathing was heavy and hard. I looked up at my brother and gave him a weak smile.

My father spoke. “He’s right. You can’t do this because everyone says you look like a girl or a boy. You do it because it’s how you were meant to live, what feels right to you. Everyone said I was fat, I’d never be anything but a fat bumbling idiot. Look at me.” He spread his arms.

“Well..you’re not fat.” Daemon muttered. I chuckled, or giggled. I don’t know if boys giggle.

“I’m doing this. For me, I’ve lived 16 years as a woman. Let’s see what it’s like on the other side of the gender spectrum. I need your help.” I squeaked. My rough and tough brother nodded at me, approving it all.“I don’t know what it’s like to be a teen boy in this day and age anymore. But, I trust you to take him under your wing.” Our Dad sighed, entrusting teaching me how to be a guy to Daemon.

“I’m not potty training him.” Daemon joked.

“Thanks guys.” I smiled. “But, please treat me, Lee, like I’ve always been here. Kill Leeta for now. She may come back, she may not. But it’ll be easier for you guys, I think, if you just…destroy her?”

“But.” My Mom stammered. “But…what do we tell others?” She struggled with those words. After Daemon’s outburst of not caring about other’s and what they thought of this all, she says that.

We all sort of scrunched our faces at her in disbelief. She fidgeted and cast her gaze elsewhere.

“Leeta’s gone away for a long vacation.” Daemon finally said. “To family, she’s dead. We’ll kill her bro, don’t worry. To other’s, she’s just gone. If she never comes back, she’s run off with a dancing troupe.”

My mother looked at me. “I’m sorry. Lee.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry too. Do you hate me?”“What?” She shook her head. “How could you even think that?”

“I killed your daughter. Leeta’s not here. Not right now. She may never return.” I sighed.

“I gave birth to you. I’m your mother, and I happen to think I’m pretty good at my job as one. Son I stand by you. Daughter, I stand by you. Your choice, no matter what name you go by,  has my support completely. I love you, no matter what you are. It’s about who you are, like Daemon said. Even if you were to try and shoot my head off, I’d probably still love you.”

“Same for me.” My Dad piped up. “I don’t care whether you’re in a dress or a tuxedo! You’re my child, regardless. As a parent, we’re here to teach you, support you, love you, and guide you. I feel that I’ve failed you, to let you feel such hurt for so long, Lee. But we’re here now, we’re aware and we’ll be as involved as you chose for us to be. It’ll take time to adjust our life to having another son. But we’ll do it Lee.”

I wanted to cry. I looked at my family, the little circle that I’d demanded answers from. Before, I knew they’d never tell me what to do and that made me angry. But now, I was grateful for their sideline support. I knew this would be hard, I don’t even know what they could be feeling right now. I still wanted answers, but I knew they’d have to come from myself. What in the world had possessed me to want my dad, mom or brother to tell me to ‘be a girl’ or ‘be a boy’? I couldn’t ask that of them. I feel like I was already asking too much, but they gave and gave. I couldn’t believe myself, only I could teach me.

“But..how do I explain my existence?” I gasped. I hadn’t thought that through.

“What?” They all asked.“Do you mean how Leeta’s gone and why Lee’s here?” My dad asked, putting the pieces together.

“Yes.” I responded. The “Ah’s” resounded through the room as the Fang’s family put their minds together to figure that one out.

“He’s my cousin?” Daemon piped up.

“But he’s got my skin.” Dad answered.

“And my hair.” Mom shot that one down.

“Ugh. True. And he’s a clone of this handsome rogue.” Daemon puffed out his chest and deflated himself.

“Would it be easier to just say Leeta’s become a boy?” Dad sighed.

The rest of the family looked at me. I felt the air thicken and push down on my shoulders. I looked at them, they stared at me with their waiting eyes. I didn’t want people to know about my condition! I didn’t want to be the girl that switch her genders or something like that. I began to imagine how much torture that would be, to endure all those comments every day. I shook my head violently.

“No! I’m a cousin. Lee’s a cousin switching spots with Leeta! If you want to garnish that then do so, but no one can know!” I pleaded with them all. They nodded their heads slowly, trying to understand and to put it into effect. With all of that said, I stood from the table and wandered away. Meeting adjourned.

I returned downstairs after a nap and found my brother watching some MMA. I decided to start learning now and plopped next to him.

“Hey Lee.” He acknowledged.

My heart thundered. I heard a buzzing in my ears as the questions began to pile, my first steps of becoming a male. I saw her again, Leeta was shaking the bars on her cage, she hated these questions. I could feel my feet shuffle towards the door, no! I had to stay, had to do this. I was programmed since birth to be a girl, I could just as easily reprogram my new life to that of a boy.

“I need help.” I finally blurted out. Daemon glanced at me, than at the TV.

“Shoot.” He beckoned me to sit beside him as he turned off the television, I obliged.

“What’s it like to like a girl?” I managed to say.“What!? You don’t like girls.” He sputtered, clearly taken aback.

I shrugged my shoulders. “That was Leeta. Lee doesn’t have a defined orientation yet.”

“Lee is just a name for you when you dress in guys’ clothing! Leeta. I mean Lee. You said that you know who you are, not that your orientation is you, but you can’t just flick it on and off as you please.” Daemon made a flicking motion.

I shrugged again. “I know me. I want to change me. If I’m going to live as a guy…well let’s try out being straight. I mean if that doesn’t work out, then I’ll try being a man that dates other men maybe both Lee’s got a lot to explore.”

Daemon opened his mouth, squinted his eyes at me but sighed and gave up. “Fine. You’re dead set on conforming to the mold society’s created for men, no point in what I say. You clearly think you’re doing right. Can’t complain. Well…I don’t know.”

“Liar come on! You’ve had a few girls here, what’s it like?” I whined.

“There’s no guidebook on what it’s like to date anyone! I guess it’s the same as a guy? I mean girls are softer, smell nicer, take longer to pee and love compliments on whatever new thing they’ve done or gotten. You were a girl, can’t you just switch that on over?” He winced, his question was in poor taste.

I shook my head. “I mean, there’s the stereotypes. They’re hormonal, emotional, smarter, like being made feel like they’re on their boyfriend’s pedestal. I’m more interested in what guys do. Leeta went on dates but never had a boyfriend. What do guys do? Rub their girlfriend’s feet? Play in their hair, wipe smudged make-up off? What’s a boyfriend do?”

Daemon rubbed his head and focused at a spot on the wall. I looked from the wall to him, waiting impatiently for him to speak.

“A boyfriend does what his girlfriend wants him to do, as long as it’s in his comfort zone.” He finally answered.

“What’s that mean?” I scoffed.

“I mean if you date a girl that much prefers to open her own door, then you let her do that. If you date a girl that enjoys when you play with her hair, you do that. If you don’t like doing something you don’t, you can break-up with her.”

“Hm.” I pondered. “Can I talk things out with her? I mean, ask if maybe once in awhile she let me open the door?”

“Girls like to talk. You can do that I suppose.” He then looked at me, flames behind his eyes.“What type of girl are you interested in?” He asked me.

I thought about it. What type of boy was I? This was an exploration, a process I’d have to pay extra close attention to so I could figure myself out.

“I don’t know. Whatever girl fits me?” I asked him. He didn’t answer that and sighed.

“The type that fits me are the independent, hard-headed, stubborn, hold-her-own women. If there’s ever a girl like that, and she catches both of our eyes, I will fight you for her. This will change us, I won’t lie. A girl may indeed come between us, bro. I can hope that doesn’t happen, but I don’t do that whole blood is thicker than water. If you’re a bad person, you’re a bad person. I don’t give special treats just because we share DNA.”

My eyes widened. “But when Leeta was here, you were as kind as you could be and always there!”

“Yes I was. You’re a kind, uncertain, doormat. If you become a selfish, egotistical, narcissist, that’s the end of our bond.” He snapped his fingers.

I stared at my brother, would he have ever said this to Leeta? I wanted to cry and run to our parents, begging them to never threaten me out of his life again. He was my twin, how could he say he’d dislike me! Blood is thicker than water, whether he liked it or not.

“That’s why we haven’t seen Grandma is forever.” He stated.

“What?” I gasped.

“Grandma wanted us as “redo-children”. She didn’t really get to mother Mom or the Aunts, so she was going to try again with us. Mom stomped her foot down and forbade such a thing. Grandma got huffy and threw everything in Mom’s face, and I mean everything. It hurt Mom to do, but she decided to keep our family distanced.”

“But Grandma’s family!” I chirped.

“Yea, extended family. The nuclear family is you, me and our parents.”

“I feel sick.” I spat and left the room.In the shower, I felt a lot safer. I let the warm mist and water run over me, enveloping me in a soft and warm blanket. How could mom do that to Grandma? I threw water down my back, I looked at myself. Part woman, part man, but trying out life as a man. I knew I had to do this, knew it. It felt, right? I couldn’t say it was exactly what I needed, I didn’t know what this life was like yet. I had to explore. I let my mind wander as the shower head thundered on, what if my brother and I grew distant? He made sense with his reasoning. But my heart didn’t like it. I splashed in the water gathering at me feet. I ran my hands down my hips, they were round. They were shapely. My waist was small, slim. Looking at myself in the shower, I wondered how this looked manly.

Then I thought about sex-reassignment. If I were truly meant to live my life as a boy, would I have the surgery to fix that? What was there to fix? I asked myself this. I wasn’t broken, just lost and confused, I was trying to figure it all out and maybe surgery wouldn’t be anything to worry about. Maybe I shouldn’t even have surgery, no harm in living like this, just wearing the clothes that fit me. How long would I live as a man? If I’d been a female for 16 years, then it would make sense to be a guy for 16 years. It was even, fair, and to me it was logical. I’d make my choice at 32! The feeling of success and pride soon vanished upon that realization. That sounded really old. The fun stuff happens when you’re young. Driving, drinking, voting, oh llama. Driving. What would I do about things I’d put myself as female on? My mom would take care of all of that, but how could I decide once she was no longer the one responsible for my documents?

I shut to shower off and stepped out. I felt overwhelmed all over again.

Two weeks had passed. Life as a guy in school was so much easier! No one said I looked like a girl, and it sort of hurt that no one really missed Leeta. Lee was the new guy, girls came up to me wanting my number. Boys came up to me wanting to hang out and have fun! I couldn’t wait for my new number to hurry up and take effect, it would look bad if I still had my old Leeta number. One day, when we got home, this girl was on our porch.“Hey, who are you and what’re ya doin there?” Daemon yelled.

She cocked her head, not really caring, and looked at us. “Oh plumbob I’m not here you for Rock-a-billy hair. I’m here for Lee.”

“Lee?” I asked. A girl had come to my house, to see me, and I had no clue who she was!

“Yes you! I’ve got some serious talking I want to do with you.” She called in a sing-song voice.

She stood up, adjusted her top, and motioned for me to follow her. She opened the door and walked into the house, I just followed her stunned that a girl was here for me. As I tip-toed up the stairs, I glanced back at my brother.
He looked stunned and his eyes followed that girl as she drifted inside.

“What the llama?” He stammered.

Gen 4 Chapter 4: Repossess

Nightmares are nightmares, and I hated them. Being a monster, you couldn’t really have a fear of your own kind. Sure you could have a nightmare of a bug monsters eating you once in awhile, but they always coughed you back up for a good ole chat. No, my nightmare this time was that little voice in my head. The one that nagged me to do right, do good. The voice I muted out. This time, it wanted to be heard.

“Such a pathetic little sight eh?”

“What do you want this time? Show yourself!” I yelped in the darkness. There was a light always shining on me no matter where I turned. But I was engulfed in the dark, I saw no source of light or the voice. They say you can do whatever you want in a dream, they’ve obviously never been in one of mine.

“Yelling at your subconscious? Well, I’m not here to eat you.” It cooed.

I spun around some more. The voice sounded like it was everywhere.

“Stop that, you’ll only get dizzy and more freaked out.” It snapped.

I heard clicking. It came from everywhere. I saw nothing. When I turned once more, there she was.

Or rather, there I was.

“Paging Dr. Fangs.” She whirled her finger in the air.

“Y-you’re me tonight!?” I gasped. I never confronted myself before.

“No I’m not. I’m myself, just what you would’ve been. What you should’ve been, actually.” She looked very smug.

I felt very confused and my heart was in my ears.

“You see Maris, you can’t ignore me now. You know it right? You were such a bully in high school. Always by Gliste’s side to break some hearts, belittle anyone, and give the teacher’s a hard time. And when people retaliated you threw in Bork for extra measure.”

I shook my head. “So what? I was a teenager! That’s how we were!”

The Dr. shook her head now. “Nope. That’s how YOU were. You knew that you should’ve been a nice girl and yet, you knowingly forced yourself to be mean. It stressed you out so much you even convinced yourself there was no point in becoming a doctor after a mean remark by a boy!” she giggled. “That was your second mistake of life. You could’ve atoned for everything by saving the lives of the very monsters you put down.”

“Why me!?” I bellowed. “Why not another doctor!?”

“Because you were the only one that would’ve advanced the field and been remarkable!” Her voice boomed from every direction and hit me like a wave. “And now mistake number 3, you’re throwing out your life.” She pointed to the ring.

I looked down at my hand. I remembered how I was sleeping next to a man I couldn’t even stand and that this was his ring on my finger. I hated that ring so much.

“Do you think, Maris, that you deserve the toss your life into cruise control?” she cooed.

“I’m doing what the Fangs need. They need me to have a child to carry on the name.” I snapped at her.

“No, no, no.” she sighed. “The Fangs need strong leadership, a kind and strong heart, someone with direction, someone with a purpose, someone able to give their all for what those closest to them need. What I see right now is a spineless, selfish, frightened woman with no sense of direction and no purpose. He doesn’t even love you, and you don’t love him.”

I heard her heels click on nothing as I stared at my hand longer, letting those words seep down into my soul.

“Take off the ring.” She said.

“No…”

“Take off the ring!” now it was an order.

I grabbed at my hand and tried but the ring wouldn’t budge. I put more effort into it, but still nothing. In fact I was starting to hurt my hand but I was terrified. I yanked at the ring. It didn’t twist, or budge even a little bit. It was as if it hand become one with my very own flesh.

“No. No! This is MY dream, mine, I control it!” I yelled at the ring. Still nothing.

“Ahahaha yelling at the ring won’t make it run away you know.” The Dr. snickered. “You control nothing. You never even controlled yourself.”

“It won’t come off.” I whined. I threw my hands over my face as the tears formed. “It won’t.”

“Well. That’s a pity.” she tsked at me. “I guess you’re doomed.”

“I’m not doomed.” I replied. “I’ll get it off! Somehow, just not right now.”

I heard a soft giggle. “That’s the spirit. Fangs women have always had a way of getting what they want. If you want to be free and have control, you’ll get your chance.”

I spun around to face her. I saw a copy of my face looking at me, but in her eyes was strength and self assurance. My eyes didn’t look like that, did they?

“You’ll know how when the time comes. If you mess it up, you’ll see me return. If not, expect self hatred.”

I woke up.

Fabian was gone.

I don’t know who or what kind of being feels that the right thing to do, is to leave your soon to be ex fiancee’s house without saying goodbye. More so in the early morning. I couldn’t help but feel like maybe Fabian was aware that I was on the path of becoming a single woman again. Had he run away so that i really was doomed to have this ring on my finger forever? Maybe this wasn’t the way to atone myself? What the heck, why was I taking a dream…no a nightmare…so seriously for? I felt a bit foolish with my worry over that as I knocked on his apartment door. He didn’t come out.

“Fabian?” I called. “Fabian!” I pounded on the door. A neighbor came out of her own apartment and she didn’t look too happy. Who could blame her?

“He’s not home!” She slammed her door.

“How does-” I stopped myself. I was about to tell her off, maybe say that slamming your door makes more noise than me trying to get hold of Fabian but I had woken her up or something so instead I said, “Sorry.”

I pulled out my cellphone and dialed him. It went straight to voice mail. I was getting very paranoid that he was 100% aware of my intent to not marry him. Unable to get a hold of Fabian, I shuffled back home. What was I going to do? What was there to do? I felt so helpless and lost and suffocated. The air was heavy, too heavy for my to breathe in but I did it. With nothing else left, I decided to not listen to Fabian. I was going to party.

I threw on my wedding dress and moseyed on down to tHE bLUE lIGHT. Why my wedding dress? Because I was rebelling. Fabian told me to marry him, and he told me not to party. I felt that by wearing it as I did so, made my statement of I’m not your’s, very clear. I even left my ring behind at home. As I was sipping on my first cup of nectar, the boys swarmed to me like bees. Had Gliste been here they would’ve gone to her but I was alone. Apparently that was the same thing as telling everyone hey I’m single come talk to me. One guy had tried to slide over next to me, nonchalant, and then proceed to flirt with me. I told him I was actually a male, I was just dressed in very good drag. He hopped out of that seat faster than light. I heard some snickers from some guys behind me. He must’ve told everyone in the club what I said to him, no other guy even attempted to hit on me for the rest of the night. Yet I still couldn’t enjoy myself.

I dubbed this guy, lovestruck puppy. He scowled at everything. Everything. He seemed to hate life in general with the body language he used. But he followed me everywhere in the club. When I came in he’d been leaning on a wall, scowling of course, but when he saw me he twitched the corners of his mouth. I wasn’t sure if that was a smile or not but I hadn’t come here to flirt with guys. It was more of a mission to say I was free, or going to be once I found Fabian. I danced downstairs for awhile and came upstairs for my drink, he followed me. He tried to put in some distance but I could see him clearly when I looked behind me. When I sat down for my drink, he sat facing me from another bench. When I went to the bathroom behind me, I saw his eyes watching me from behind his glasses to see where I was going. Who wears shades in a night club? I thought. When I came out he was still there. Feeling flattered by how loyal he’d become to me in just a few minutes, I left. I wanted to see if he’d still follow me.

So I ended up here. It was pretty far away from the club but my feet moved on their own. I was supposed to get married here. It was a lovely park, very gorgeous and would certainly accommodate many guests. I loved it when I first saw it, but now for some reason, it was even more breath taking. I heard a shuffle on the red carpet behind me and a sigh.

“Hello.” I said.

“Hey.” He replied.

His voice was raspy and light, almost like he had lost his voice but was forcing himself to speak.

“Isn’t it lovely?” I asked him. I heard a chair creak and turned to see him sitting. I decided to join him.

He watched me as I took a seat beside him.

“I’m supposed to be getting married here.” I pouted.

“Are you now?” He looked around the park.

“Yes.” I sighed “But the problem is I can’t find the guy who asked me to. I need to dump him.”

The guy perked up, his ears twitched and his fangs glinted in the dark. “That’s a funny thing to say…”

“It’s a funny thing to follow around a girl but be a gentleman about it.” I teased.

His face made no movement, he didn’t even blink. Great, a stone wall.

“I was watching you. You looked mad as anything so I didn’t want anyone to jump you or you to go after anybody.” He cracked his neck. “You’re the Fangs heiress, it’d be bad if you did.”

“Great. Everyone knows me.” I waved my hands. He mocked me, but not in a flirting way. “Well….thank you.”

“What for.” His voice had an edge to it.

“For watching me…you mind walking me home? I may turn over some cars if I go alone.” I smiled. He didn’t, but did did walk me home.

I was alone now. I was back in the room of nothing and everything but it was like I was watching TV. I didn’t, or I couldn’t, see myself. Instead, I saw him.

“To tell you the truth. I followed you because I’d been watching your family since day one. I saw Linger dying but Panic saved her. I saw Seether struggle to find love and Tinsel save him from Snowelle. I saw your mother fight for you and your siblings, I helped her out because I was strong enough by then and because she helped me.”

He sighed and hunched his shoulders.

“I don’t know why I’m saying this, you’re not going to remember a thing about this dream, but I am an imp. A pure imp. Once that comes to life from the thoughts filled with hatred and malice that gather over 1 million years and form a pure imp. Your mother contributed some of the thoughts needed to bring me to life, so I gave her the very short lived power of electricity. I’m not filled with hatred or malice myself, but I don’t know love. And I can’t. It’s a sad thing.” he signed.

He straightened himself up and looked peaceful. Almost like he was trying to show kindness or a smile.

“But I know of your predicament, so I wish to help you. I admire how the Fangs are able to overcome anything, I think I’d like to be apart of it. I’d like to help you to free yourself. A warning though, just don’t forget. I am an imp. We’ll meet again.”

“Listen to me Maris!” Fabian pleaded.

“Nah I did before and I was miserable. I don’t want to marry you. I don’t like you. I don’t even love you! Take your stupid ring and give it to someone that’ll actually be able to stand being around you.”

“Maris you’re crazy from per-marriage stress.” He tried to brush hair from my face but I shoved his hand away and point my finger at him.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t ever come here again. We’re through, I’m aware of what I’m saying and I’m happy as plumbob that it’s being said! Get out of my life and good bye!”

His face didn’t show an inch of sadness what-so-ever. He took the ring from me and left the house, calmly. He didn’t seem to care of mind that I just broke up with him. I didn’t know what was going through his mind and I didn’t care. Just as long as the marriage was off.

Even though I’d gotten rid of the biggest trouble I had, another one took its place. I was pregnant. I couldn’t have children now, there was just no way I could be a suitable mom at all. I knew I needed to have kids to carry on the name, it was a duty of an heiress, but those children would just have to come along later. I felt that this was one of the things Dr. Maris had said in my nightmare, I couldn’t give these kids a good life so let them have a great one with some one else.

“I understand it’s an odd request doctor. But please understand, it must be done. I beg you.” I was on the phone with my doctor, discussing the baby plans.

“I…I understand Ms. Fangs. It will be done.” He replied.

“Thank you.” I breathed. “Thank you so much.”

I had requested that I be put under when I went into labor, and have a caesarian section. I asked them not to let me tell me the gender of the baby, weight of the baby, the health of the baby or even if there was more than one. I was to go in, be put under, and leave without any knowledge of what new life they pulled out of me at all.

And when I went into labor 7 months later, that was exactly what happened.

Gen 4 Chapter 1: Fleet

I was watching TV whilst my husband, now the Emperor of Evil, was calling his relatives to see who could come to our triplet’s birthday. Flake and I had no reason to hide his identity anymore. Flurry was dead, the Royals had come into immense power with us Fangs right behind them, and there was scarcely anyone that could even dare to stand in our way. With our heads in the clouds, feeling safe and secure behind our money and influence, we thought it was best. We also agreed that our children would know the Royal side of the family. We weren’t going to risk another “who’s my family?” episode. I myself didn’t want to have a huge bash, I’d have been just as happy having the relatives come and pick them up, pass them around, then bring them back home before dark. But Flake demanded I call up the Fangs, Attacks, and Elfs to come to the party.

“Ah cousin Avalanche! I’m calling to see if you’re going to be free at all next week?”

I stared into the TV. “I hate this movie! I mean they kill this guy just because he eats sim’s. Seriously? How prejudice, can’t they spare a couple thousand sims? We monsters need food too. Come on! What am I watching the speciest channel?”

“Zora shh. Oh you can’t come? Well that’s alright. Thanks cousin!”

I heard Flake put the phone back on the receiver. Not much of his family could make it, they were immensely busy people. I heard him sigh.

“You alright Flake?” I did care, I just never took my eyes off of the screen.

“Hm? Yea. So far only like 3 of my relatives can come.”

“As long as our children know they’ve Royal relatives, it’ll be fine.”

“How many of your family’s coming?”

I sighed. “My Dad. Mom’s got a big athlete meeting. Some Attack cousins, my Elf aunts and that’s really it.”

“Well we’d best set up.”

With everything in order, the people all gathered and my son’s candles lit, it was time to let the toddlers become kids. I held Bork, who squirmed in utter glee at his pumpkin cake, while my Aunt Bellise tried to get the room quiet for me. Since my Grandmother and Flake’s Grandmother had been best friends, there were some Royals who still knew the Fangs as a close family friend. It excited them that they were now connected through Gliste, Bork and Maris.

“Heya guys ya’ll listen up here! My niece Zora’s taking my great nephew here into his first steps of being a child. Show ya respect now!”

Blizzane Royal stood a distance from the cake, her face soft as she stared at my son. She was a bit awkward, shy and and unsure of what to do with herself. She, like Flake, was fully aware of Flurry’s hatred for my father and mother and how she used her daughter to try and have her revenge. I tried, very very very hard, to show her I had no ill feelings towards her and wanted her to enjoy herself. I probably scared her more than anything but at least she was fine.

 

 

My father was excited to see his grandson while he was still young. I’m not sure how but my father hadn’t seemed to age since I was a teen. Mom on the other hand sprung into senior citizenship over night it seemed. My aunts said that’s what elves do, loose their youth and beauty faster than any other being. I saw the love and happiness in my father’s eyes, it made my heart melt. It also made it cry, to know he’d go to his grave thinking Flurry was his precious daughter from a love long lost instead of a confused, manipulative and hateful woman. He’d hold onto hope that she’d be found, found alive, until one day his heart would break from the hope. But I couldn’t tell him, this was one thing I definitely had to keep.

“Alright Zora, I think I got em all settled down now.” My aunt chirped, chest puffed proud.

“Thanks auntie. Ready to blow Bork? Blow, blow.” I sang in my sing-song voice. And so he did. His sisters did too and my triplets were no longer my adorable toddlers saved from a bookshelf.

As soon as my kids didn’t need me to hold them anymore, I darted out of the room. Too many people, too many I didn’t know and too many that I didn’t want to know. I was fine with the number of people in my life. I didn’t need more, I don’t care if they are my family, I’m alright as I am. I made peace knowing I’d never get to know my children’s significant others past their names, I didn’t want to but I was certain that they’d like for me to.

The relatives were unusually chatty. I heard the hum of their voices through the floor. It was so refreshing to know that despite one woman hating us, we’d get past that and bond. Well except for me but like I said, I was fine.

“Everyone! Attention please!” I heard Flake’s voice rise over the others.

The hum continued, I knew they’d ignored him. I didn’t even have to be in the room to see the shock on his face, I knew it was there. I felt something odd float on the air. Flake spoke again.

“Attention!” The hum stopped, he’d gotten their attention. “Cake is served.”

And these are my children. They saw the party, the food, the people, the music, and fell in love with it. Yes, all three just wanted to boogie and party and have a good time. Gliste emerged as the ring leader. Maris and Bork formed their own little pair that followed behind their sister. They didn’t seem to have any issues with this at all. I could only hope that one day they’d stop following in her footsteps and start their own trail. Not that I didn’t want them to be close, I just didn’t want them to have to fight each other and find their children hidden in the house. Bork worried me the most. He was odd. A mother loves all of her children, no matter what they’ve done or do. I gave everything to my children, even my stomach was full of love for them. But Bork…was…not the prettiest flower in the field. I could see he was aware that his looks weren’t the grandest. He tried too hard to keep up with the current trends in school. I could see that he hoped to hide his mediocre looks behind the clothes he wore. I encouraged him everyday, to let his personality be more resplendent than the sun. That was what mattered at the end of the day, who likes you for you.

Maris was also odd. She wasn’t an odd flower but she wasn’t as self assured as Gliste. Maris had wonder in her eyes. It was a look that the other two didn’t have. Maris was the one to do her homework first, to help her siblings with theirs and pick up a book. The other two just picked up one that they had to read for school, even then they barely read it. But Maris, Maris enjoyed her books. I hoped one day when she was older we could have a mommy daughter book club. It’d be me and her with our books, enjoying our books. Maybe she’d take up writing just like me. It was with hope and glee that I announced her my heir, Gliste was ecstatic. She’d been hoping I wouldn’t pick her. she didn’t want to have to worry about the duties of leading a family, she wanted to play and relax. Maris was ok with it, I knew she’d handle it well.

“Who’s out in the yard? Better be a cat!”

“Uh-oh.”

I always knew when to ask mom to let me have a party. It was always right before her garbage digging, she’d be too distracted and say yes or ok to anything. She’d become a journalist a few years ago and took her job very seriously. I wanted to become a doctor. They made a ton of money, got to meet new people, and with those people and that money I’d have the greatest party ever! Yes, I was going to become a doctor. But first it was party time.

My firned and cousins came over. Gliste and I turned up the music, got out our best food, made sure Bork wasn’t home and enjoyed ourselves. It’s not that we didn’t want Bork there, it was just that he’d hit on them all of the time. He was always chasing our friends, asking them out and giving them trinkets…usually from our jewelry box. It was so annoying! Dad was getting annoyed too. Some of our friend were picking up “potty mouth language” and it was getting under his skin.

“You better control your friends Maris.”

“Oh yes dad, as Grand Duchess of Evil let me vaporize my friends and ruin my party.”

My siblings and I, like our dad and most of the other Royals, had fire powers. If they really bugged me and I set a small secretive flame to get them, but for now Dad was getting on my nerves. Like it’s a party, lighten up, seriously. He was going to have to get used to it too. if he thought that we’d thrown too many parties before, just wait until we were teens. Being able to drive made partying a whole different story now. We were going to have more freedom, be more intelligent, and look attractive. We were going to be the best looking siblings on the island. Everyone else would be ugly compared to us. Gliste and I would get all of the guys, their girlfriends would hate us, the single ladies were going to be jealous of us. Bork would use whatever he could to pick up all of the girls, guys would wish they had his power, and maybe he’d stop being ugly. Bork was kind of ugly. Gliste and I could agree on that.

I was right. As teens, we ruled the school. Mom and dad were busy at work so we’d have parties whenever we wanted. We’d go to parties when we pleased. We were powerful, attractive and everyone wanted to be us one way or another. Guys flocked in our direction, Bork had to find a group of girls but when they knew who he was they didn’t leave. Bork and I still looked to Gliste. She had the best ideas, the greatest schemes and she was so street smart. We were a trio that couldn’t be broken.

“So I mean what was Sharps thinking? Like her party sucked.” I whined.

“So right.” Gliste sighed.

“Who serves Cheddar cheese at a party? Swiss cheese is the in thing right now!”

“I know, like, is she trying to set a new trend or is she just stupid?”

We chuckled at that. Last night we’d gone to Sharps’ party. She had, on her foods platter, Cheddar freaking cheese. Gliste and I, the party queens, were totally offended. If you’re going to have cheese, have the in cheese. trying to set a new trend is a futile thing especially when you’re a nobody like Sharps.

Bork didn’t care. He’d eat everything and anything. He did follow us though out of the door, I was sure that we stepped all over Sharps’ heart. But if you’re going to have a big bash then get everything right and perfect. Not our fault.

“But she was so checking me out. I saw it in her face. Right guys?”

Bork was convinced that every woman in the vicinity had no choice but to stop and gawk at him, wishing that he was theirs. We wondered if he even knew how unattractive he was inside and out. He was dense as could be, a slob, so self centered, always asking for compliment and approval. He was the worst type of boyfriend a girl could have, luckily he wasn’t one to commit.

“Whatever.” Gliste rolled her eyes.

I just ignored Bork. Gliste turned back to face me, a smirk on her face.

“Well, I just know that tonight our party’s going to be done right. and Sharps isn’t invited. Nor will we ever go to another party of her’s again, not even a fundraiser.”

I snickered.