Fanon:Enchanted

I'm sorry if this bears any resemblance to Twilight. This has everything to do with The Sims 2 and The Sims 3, including their expansion packs. Some things cannot happen in Sim universe.

Section 1: Early
''I cannot remember a time in my human life that I felt extraordinary. I lost my favorite grandmother at age ten. My parents died when I was seventeen. That last year before I became a Young Adult, I lived with the Alvi family. I describe it as a horrendous experience. Mental and physical abuse brought on by Iqbal and VJ nearly killed me. Being deprived of food and sleep drove me to insanity. School and little Miraj Alvi gave me comfort. VJ worked at the graveyard and never came home to sleep. Iqbal was always at some woman's house, scheming her. ''

''My only chances at food were school and the hour of free time I had each day after school. I guess I could count Miraj as a food source. When able, he slipped me some of the produce he grew in his garden. On drearier days, like the times after Iqbal slapped me for breathing, he gave me muffins and pieces of cake and pie that he baked with his toy oven. On a few occasions, he even gave me leftovers from the fridge. I remember the happiness I felt when I graduated and celebrated my eighteenth birthday. I remember screaming with laughter and crying because I was glad. I was free. I would no longer endure torture. ''

Section 2: Crushed
''I collected the rest of my inheritance and bought a small house a few blocks away from the Alvi house, since I wanted to keep my money for future uses. I sold the crappier things and used the money and dipped into my funds to make my tiny little house more livable. After a few weeks of installing, repainting, and cleaning, I decided to grab a job. Back then, jobs in Sunset Valley were as hard to get as diamonds. Everybody seized a chance to work, even the richest. ''

''After a few days of looking through the newspaper and reading countless job ads, I applied for a job as a Kitchen Scullion at the Little Corsican Bistro. The pay was §150 a day, which seemed like a lot. But I worked only Wednesdays and Thursdays, so that was §300 a week, barely enough for food and bills. Plus the cooking classes I took, which were §400 a class. So I took up writing, painting, nectar-making, and sculpting. ''

''I scraped a large income out of those activities. I thought that finally I was stable enough, financially, to start looking for love. I started hanging out at the park and befriending people at work. I even came across Ethan Bunch, who I thought had moved to Starlight Shores. We rekindled our old friendship and spent many the nights at my house, talking and laughing. I thought that I had found my soulmate. We started dating. I felt so happy because of him. But our love wasn't meant to be. Ethan started suffering mass tragedies. His younger sister, Lisa, died giving birth to VJ Alvi's son. The baby was given to VJ, who quickly moved to Riverview to live in recluse. ''

''Then his youngest sister, Darlene, caught the flu and died shortly after. Ethan's brother, Arlo, moved to Starlight Shores to pursue a career as a Mixologist. That left him to care for his aging parents, Jack and Judy. Jack was nearing the end of elderhood and so was Judy. Any day now, they could die. One day, Arlo said that he fell into great debt and sold Peep's Peak, their house, to pay the debt. Ethan and his parents had to move to Starlight Shores to live with Arlo. We knew that our romance could never survive such a long distance. We WooHooed for the first time the night before he left. The next morning, I tested for pregnancy. I wasn't carrying Ethan's child. There was no reason for him to stay. Whatsoever.''

Section 3: Him
''So I lived alone, depressed. I was promoted to Spice Runner, making §194 a day. Same work hours and days. I recieved my pension from being Kitchen Scullion of §40 the next day. A hangout was built for single people like me. I decided to go there. That was where I met......him. ''

''I dressed nicely, but not like church clothing or the sort. I drove to the hangout. Venus was what it was called. It was a hotel/club. I parked and walked in. Soft music filled the room. Tables laid scattered near a large self-serve kitchen and several bars. Couches, loveseats, and recliners were lined away from the eating area, each facing a flatscreen mounted to the wall or a bookshelf. ''

''I could not help but gag a little when I first stepped in. Scantily clad women, some that I knew, sauntered everywhere. Many men where drunk and lots of them where climbing the stairs or taking the elevator with arms wrapped around ladies while laughing their heads off. I made myself a cup of chai and sat at an isolated empty table. I noticed that the remaining men where eyeing me. I saw an aging Iqbal Alvi glancing at me every two seconds as he talked to a pretty Holly Alto. But one person that really caught my eye was the dashing pale stranger who was staring at me with intent.''

''He was lounging carelessly on a dark red sofa. His posture indicated carefree boyishness. His chocolate brown hair was straight and messy. What really captivated me was the hungry look in his bloodred eyes. It was like a homeless man if you suddenly invited him to a five-star hotel. The look sent shivers down my spine. I sipped the rest of my chai quickly and disposed of the cup. The stranger got up and strolled to my side.''

''"Hey. What's your name? You look nice this evening," he purred. His voice was velvety and rich and deep. "Liana," I whispered breathlessly. His beauty was breathtaking. His perfectness was a little despairing. "What a beautiful name. It suits a gorgeous creature like yourself," he complemented. I couldn't reply. I could only stand powerless as his ruby eyes held my heart and my gaze. "My looks are glasses of water and yours are goblets of the richest wine," I recited. It was from a romance book that my mother had read to me when I was twelve years old. ''

''"Such poetic words from a flower as young as you are. Where are my manners? I haven't properly introduced myself. My name is Jackson. Jackson Howard," he told me. Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around. A young woman about my age glared at me. She was one of his kind. Her skin was paler than snow and her heavily shadowed eyes were a deep bloody red. Her lips were the same color as her eyes. She was beautiful.''

''"I believe that's my date you're flirting with," she snapped in a high pitched voice. Even with the hard edge of irratation, her voice was like liquid silk. "Oh, sorry," I apologized. I stepped back as she slithered into Jackson's arms. Then they stepped into the elevator with Iqbal and Holly. I looked at the clock. It was 1:47 a.m. I didn't take a chance at driving home. I stumbled into the next elevator. I wished I hadn't. River McIrish and Michael Bachelor looked like they were eating each other's face. I left at the first floor and took the stairs. I climbed and climbed until I reached the last floor. It was 2:58 in the morning.''

Section 4: Confusion
''I found a vacant room and locked the door. I took of my clothes, leaving me in a bra and panties. I searched through the dresser. It was full of scanty clothing. Only the last little drawer had any civil clothing, but no nightclothing. I went through the drawer of skimpy nightclothes. I found a piece of lingerie that was not too inmodest. It was silver satin trimmed with white lace and came to my thighs. I took off all my underwear and slid on the garment and slid my clothes under the bed. ''

''Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door a crack and standing there was Jackson, his hair messy and in his boxer shorts. I giggled and opened the door a little wider to allow him in. He slipped in and wrapped his arms around me. I almost fainted from the comfort of his strong arms. I placed my hands on his bare and hairless chest. I never had a thing for hairy men. Ethan was sort of hairy, now that I remember. My father was hairy. Anyway, not the time for a discussion on bodily hair.''

''Now that we were so close, I could smell his scent. More like fragrance. It was a mixture of roses, sugar, and many other sweet and delightful things that I couldn't name. He tilted my chin up. I stared into his eyes. They were an auburn color, brownish reddish. They had lost their glow, but somehow, a more natural light flowed from them. ''