Finally, nearly two years later, the reason I posted my last vampire casting call in the first place. Thank you to the handful of people who contributed Sims and have been waiting patiently to see them. Even if you're no longer active, I hope you know how much I appreciate your contribution! @raye-sim @spookyorcas @blueshistorysims @invisiblequeen @raven-trait @silenciodiablo @moonfromearth @charsimsalot @venriliz @ryttu3k-sims
Caleb, narrating: The punks and goths that flocked to San Myshuno’s underground were all vampires, even if only aesthetically. As it turned out, being commodified by humans freed us. It allowed the real vampires to come out in droves, no longer doomed to lurk in the shadows. No one gave us a second look. Even I let down my guard — for perhaps the first time ever. There was an easiness to existing, certain pleasures I couldn’t resist. All it took was looking the other way when things inevitably turned bloody.
Marybell decided the time was ripe to put her band idea to the test. She rechristened herself Miss Hell and called her little punk trio Hell’s Bells. [wryly] She never has been one for subtlety. They could barely play their instruments, but their tuneless caterwauling held a certain charm. Only minimal psychic influence was required to pack the city’s grimiest dive bars with enraptured crowds. Of course, that was largely because most of their fans were vampires. Hell’s Bells’ music — messy, cathartic, primal — was made for us. We all got caught up in the chaos.
Lilith: [shouting] Give me a boost, won’t you? I can’t see a damn thing! Much better! The crowd tonight is divine.
Caleb, narrating: And, yes, that often included me. Though I avoided the back alley afterparties, for which Lilith plucked lucky human fans from the audience, a seductive art she’d by then perfected.
I usually left early, feigning ignorance of whatever violence ensued once my back was turned. But that night, for whatever reason, instead of slipping away as the band gasped out its final discordant notes, I hung back. Whether that decision was a stroke of good or bad luck, well, that probably depends on who’s still around to ask.
The begonias Lillian planted before she died are in bloom. Tara has a visit from her friend Andreas. He helps console her, and gifts her a typewriter to help her write out and process her feelings.
Tara decided to take up Nectar Making in order to make Vitality Nectar to bring Lillian back! it's been a slow process, but at least she can age the bottles and sell them for her bills.
A brush with death, Tara was spared. Lillian caught on fire as she begged for her life, and Grim didn't have much more generosity to give. Tara settled into a bath downtrodden but determined to bring Lillian back from the grave.
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