Originally shared on Sims Amino on February 5, 2017
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This chapter introduces some important characters and shows a sneak peek of some that will be debuting in future parts.
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An icy wind blows by the balcony. It catches the brunette locks of the woman gazing out across the cityscape. Her attire speaks of a warmer season, unsuitable for this time of year. However, she seems completely unfazed by the chill in the air.
Her gaze sweeps lazily over the buildings surrounding her. She used to walk these streets everyday as a kid. She knew all the backstreets and alleyways like the back of her hand. She’d stand in one of those hidden alleys and just stare longingly at Uptown, imagining what it would be like to be one of the elite few who got to live there.
To never have to search for a safe place to sleep.
Never having to worry about keeping warm.
Never wondering when or where you would find food again.
But now, she feels like one of those elites, looking down on the sad, dirty, little gutter girl staring up at her from the maze of alleyways spreading throughout San Myshuno. That little girl feels so far away now, as if she were a completely different person, a perfect stranger.
She smirks and the memory of the little girl disappears as footsteps approach her from the balcony door. He stops a few feet behind her.
“Still alone, I see,” he says, sounding smug.
“I told you it’d be awhile. I got here ahead of time to make sure the place was prepared for when they arrived,” she responds, not turning around.
“And how much longer is it gonna take them to get here?”
She rolls her eyes. “They should be here tomorrow night. That’s what he told me from the beginning.”
“Seriously? You’ve been in town for a few months now, right? You didn’t need several months to set this place up, no matter how fancy it is. What have you been doin’?”
“Reconnecting.”
“Huh. I thought there was nobody here you knew.”
“I meant reconnecting with the city itself, you dolt. I grew up here. But...you’re right. There’s nobody I know here.” She gazes across the cityscape, lost in thought. “At least...not anymore.”
“Hmm.”
He’s quiet for awhile before she realizes he’s staring at her ass.
She sighs. “Enjoying the view?”
“Maybe.” She can imagine the smirk curling across his lips.
“Well good, because this view is all you’re gonna get. I have a fiancé.”
He laughs. “I’m well aware. You’ve told me numerous times, yet you still don’t wear an engagement ring.”
“Because he never gave me one,” she mutters quietly to herself.
“Remind me again, sweet-cheeks: exactly how LONG have you been engaged to this guy?”
She resists the urge to whip around and slug him. “Twenty-one years. And I told you not to call me ‘sweet-cheeks.’”
He gives a low, impressed whistle. “Damn, girl. You’ve got a lot of patience to be waiting that long. And you yourself don’t look a day over 21.”
Now she smirks. “Good. I’d hope so, considering what I went through to get this way.”
“In all seriousness, what’s his deal? If I were your fiancé, I’d have already married you long ago. Heck, I’d marry you now if you asked.”
She laughs. “Yeah right. While you may find me attractive, I already know your sights are fixed on someone else.”
“Ah yes, my little temptress. She eludes me still, always surrounded by her friends. But I feel I will be meeting her, face to face, again soon,” he sighs, mock sadness. “It has been so many months of me just staring from afar, and I have missed her so.”
She looks over her shoulder at him, rolling her red eyes. “I turned you into a Child of the Night, not some Romeo Montague wannabe, you idiot. And by staring from afar, of course you mean stalking her, right?”
He shrugs. “Call it what you will. Either way, you turned me because what I was doing seemed amusing to you in some way, correct?”
“You are definitely the most interesting thing I’ve found since coming here. This place has gotten so much more boring since I left. You’ve definitely been providing me with some quality entertainment.”
“Guess I’d better get back out there and provide your entertainment, then.” He places his hands on the back of his head and walks to the open balcony doors. “After all, I haven’t seen her in a few hours. Plus I don’t wanna be here when your fiancé and the rest of your little group arrives. From what you’ve said about him, he seems like a guy I don’t wanna mess with.”
Her eyes follow him as he walks away, thinking to herself.
That’s probably the only sane thing I’ve ever heard you say.
“Hey,” she calls.
He stops and looks back at her.
“Just be careful,” she tells him. “The OPSB has eyes everywhere.”
He sneers. “The Organization for the Protection of Supernatural Beings, right? I’m a supernatural being myself now. They can’t touch me.”
She locks him with her gaze. “Their ‘protection’ isn’t just about protecting individuals. If someone is a threat to the supernatural world, they won’t hesitate to get rid of them, supernatural or no. And you are a vampire created by me. That alone marks you as a threat.”
“I thought your fiancé wanted to destroy the Organization,” he growls, baring his fangs. “I thought YOU wanted to destroy the Organization. Why would you tell me to hide from them like a scared child?”
“Because the Organization hasn’t been destroyed yet,” she sighs, running her hand through her hair. “I just suggested you be careful, but feel free to ignore my suggestion.”
A small smile slowly creeps across her face.
“In fact,” she says. “Please do. You reminded me why I hate the Organization. They exiled me, all because I committed a little taboo. It’s been 21 years. Most people probably don’t even remember my name. No longer do they remember little Ophelia, the orphan Dreamwalker wishing hopelessly that her life was different. The Exiled Witch. That’s all I am now.”
He stands in silence, listening to her.
She turns her evil grin to him. “So go. Find your little ‘temptress.’ Give the OPSB a nice big headache. All the while, providing your sire the entertainment she so desires.”
Ophelia sends him away with a dismissive wave of her hand. “You may go, Alvaro.”
His smirk slowly returns. “As milady wishes.”
He turns and steps through the doors, leaving her behind.
While waiting for the elevator outside her Uptown apartment, he leans against the wall, watching the floor numbers go up and recalls meeting his little temptress for the umpteenth time.
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“We’re just gonna watch a little movie,” he says, smirking down at her.
She glares up at him, but it only makes him want her more.
“I’m not looking for Netflix and Chill with some guy I don’t know,” she bites out. “So if you will excuse me.”
She moves to push past him. He puts his arm out in front of her, blocking her path.
“Hey wait.” He tilts his head. “Where do you think you’re going? We aren’t finished here.”
She pushes against his arm. “Let go. I’m not interested.”
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The more she denied him, the more he’d wanted her.
Her long smooth legs.
Her soft hands.
The intoxicating scent of her blood.
Now, after becoming a vampire, he wants her even more.
The elevator doors open and he steps on, a devilish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“I will have you, my little temptress.”
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~Elsewhere, newcomers arrive and tensions arise...~
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Serendipity doesn’t last forever.
It’s time to wake up, children.
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Now we’ve officially met Ophelia! She was first mentioned in Sylph Matchmakers & Grim Foreboding.
And for those of you who have been following my story for a while, I wonder if you guys had forgotten all about Alvaro.
I wouldn’t blame you if you did. The last time he appeared was in You were my Prince.
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