Fanon:The Life Of Bella Goth

"The Life Of Bella Goth" is a Romantic, Epic story. It is a fictionalized account of the disappearance of popular pre-made sim Bella Goth. The story is set to feature Bella's life from childhood, through to adulthood, and to her disappearance. Several well known pre-made characters are set to appear in the story; which has also been confirmed to be filmed with Sims 3.

Plot
"Two curious townsfolk decide to locate the truth behind the statue of the mysterious Bella Goth, in the center of town. Their search leads them to a elderly woman, who tells them the story about her Mother, and how tragedy struck the family when an Earthquake took place in the town she once lived in."

Characters

 * Bella Goth - Pre-made sim, who has become famous after her disappearance in the Sims 2 game; although never fully confirmed what happened to her; this story is set to piece together the evidence relating to the character, and provide fans with an answer behind the disappearance of Bella.
 * Mortimer Goth - Bella's husband; he is set to feature from childhood through to his elder years.
 * Cassandra Goth - First appears as an elderly lady; two curious townfolk from Belladonna Cove track her down to find out the story about her mother.
 * Alexander Goth - Appearing through Bella's adult years.
 * Jocasta Bachelor - Bella's mother, she will appear through Bella's younger years, and to her death.
 * Simis Bachelor - Bella's Father...
 * Michael Bachelor - Will feature at different stages of the story.
 * Mathilde Goth - Cassandra's Granddaughter; she now lives with her Grandmother in her final years.
 * Chris Cunliffe - A curious member of Belladonna Cove, who search for answers behind the statue of the mysterious woman in the middle of town.
 * Sarah Cunliffe - Chris' girlfriend; she joins Chris in searching for Cassandra Goth.

Updates!
''"Neglected this since I wrote the first chapter, but fear not, it's back on track now. The pictures will be up tomorrow, to give readers a better view of the scenery, and characters. I won't let you down! Thanks for the comments, they're appreciated." -''14/07/12

"Chapter 3 is now up, the pictures will be up either later today, or tomorrow!" - 17/07/12

Stage 1,Chapter 1: The Memory
It was a cold, and wintery afternoon in Belladonna Cove, the weather had been strange lately, especially as it was the beginning of May. A large cathedral stood high and mighty in the pouring rain; the stone building seemed to effortlessly fend off the water falling onto it; It was quiet, however, not a sound could be heard, except from the sound of the rain drops. The silence was quickly broken, as the sound of a car pulled up at the front of the church; the door to the blue car flung open, and a strikingly attractive, blonde girl appeared from inside the car. She was obviously startled by the pouring rain, and turned to the left and pointed towards the church; she began running, slightly ducking her head, as if avoiding acid falling from the sky. On the other side of the car, a young man appeared and slammed the car door behind himself; tall, pale skin and slight stubble on his face; his hair wasn't exactly styled, but he looked like he would fit perfectly into a boyband. He hurried his way through the rain, not quite as defensive as the young, blonde lady earlier, but still at the same pace.

The church seemed like something from a Charles Dickins novel; there wasn't any actual lights; it mostly consisted of candles; which made the large, tall, stone building appear even more creepy. To Sarah's eyes, it was pretty much a Dracula's castle; " Oh, we're late..." she whispered to Chris, who had just followed her through the church door. As Sarah glanced back at the man she named her boyfriend, she stared aimlessly at him as he turned towards her; he seemed more soaking that she did, and they'd both ran the same distance; "Boys..." Sarah's mind said to itself. As the pair turned around, they slowly hushered themselves towards a seat; the church wasn't exactly busy, but the looks from the elderly guests were enough to make Sarah feel like a school girl who had misbehaved. As they were seated; Sarah and Chris quickly tried to focus on the chubby Vicar, who was positioned at the center of the church. Sarah tried to concentrate, but having missed the start of the speech, and hearing the rain thudding on the roof, it was proving to be difficult. "...for we live in this town...and this town was built in memory of someone so..." bellowed the Vicar; Sarah saw Chris lean forward, this was what he came for, after all.

Chris found it hard to concentrate in church, even as a kid, he never liked the whole "let's praise God" stuff the Vicar used to fill his head with. This trip was no different; until he heard the Vicar mention the town they lived in; as Chris leaned forward, as if waiting for the cliffhanger from his favourite TV series. "She stands high over the town, and many of our townsfolk have been overwhelmed by the beauty of the statue..." continued the Vicar. Chris knew all about beauty, his girlfriend was the definition of beauty in his eyes, but this was a statue they were talking about, the only beauty Chris recognized was that of the fantastic work the builders did constructing the damn thing. "To us, she is an inspiration; now I suggest we hold say our thanks to God...", were the Vicar's final words on the matter; Chris shut off by that point; what the hell was he talking about? Was he the only person, aside from Sarah, who had no idea who that woman in the middle of the town was? Chris wanted answers, and he figured the best way to get them, would be to talk to the Vicar himself.

Reverand Thompson felt he gave a good service; the locals appeared to enjoy it, even though the elderly Mrs. Crumplebottom had fell asleep in row 3. As he finished off; the guests began exiting the church; he closed his 15 year old bible; and turned to head through the door at the back of the Piano in the right hand side of the building; he was startled, however, as someone shouted in the church "Vicar, please can I speak to you?"; the voice of a young man, seemed...somewhat desperate? Reverand Thompson turned to see a young man heading towards him; he was the other half of the couple who arrived late to the service. "Can I help you, young man?" said Reverand Thompson; it seemed polite to him. The man held out his hand and said "Hey, I'm Chris; I was interested in what you were saying about that statue in the center of town..." Reverand Thompson heard this before, he was used to compliments; big headed as it seemed, he knew exactly what the locals enjoyed, and what they didn't. "Thank you, Chris...", quick and short, he had heard it all before though. As the Reverand turned again, he felt a hand on his shoulder, "He has more to say?", was the first thing that crossed Reverand Thompson's mind. "Sorry Vicar; I was interested, but I didn't understand a word of it..." , Chris said, in a slightly more forceful tone. So he wasn't complimenting the Reverand? This was a first...; "What didn't you understand?", questioned the Reverand. Chris crossed his arms now, in a slightly more defensive manor; "'''Well I just don't know who she is? I don't know why she's there?" '''was Chris' reply. No one had ever questioned this before...in the Reverand's 57 years in Chruch, he'd never been questioned on something like this; sure the "is God real?" questions had popped up, but the Reverand had an automatic response for that, but this...he actually didn't know himself.

Stage 1, Chapter 2: "C. Goth"
Chris made his way into Reverand Thompson's living room; he was still bewildered as to why the Reverand had invited him their in the first place. Sarah seemed pretty uncomfortable; Chris knew she hated being here, let alone to actually be sat inside the Reverand's living room. Chris sat down on the flowery, patterend sofa; the Reverand sat across from them, in a single, old, brown coloured chair. He sank into his chair, and stared at Chris for a moment; as though she read his mind, Sarah spoke, with a slight irritation in her voice; "Well?". The Reverand glanced to the floor, and looked back up at the pair, he spoke softly, and said "I can't tell you who the woman is..."; Chris felt he was now capturing up to Sarah with his irritation; he glared at the Reverand, and said "What do you mean you can't tell us; you brought us he-", before he could finish, Chris was interrupted by the Reverand. "I...I can't tell you...because I don't know who she is myself." Chris had to hear it again, he wasn't sure if his ears were playing tricks on him; "You...you don't know?" he asked, curiously. "No, truth is...", said the Reverand, with a sad look across his face; "...we've never known who she is; we only know what the statue says..." he continued. Chris felt a sudden rush of stupidity rush through him, he hadn't even thought to check the statue itself for engravings of any sort? How could he not? Surely that should have been the first place to check? Then again, Chris felt this was a far too easy way of finding out. "What does the statue say, exactly?", Chris said, feeling stupid even asking such a silly question. The Reverand looked up at Chris; he was convinced the Reverand would make a brilliant poker player; he had no idea how he was going to react to the question. "It says "A combination of qualities, that pleases the intellect or moral sense" he said, sounding like a school teacher. Chris looked at Sarah, who looked as confused as he did; he looked back at the Reverand, but before he could speak, Sarah, proving she could read minds, spoke for Chris...

"So basically, it's talking about "beauty?" said Sarah, feeling like the only smart person in the room. The Reverand looked at Sarah, and spoke again "Yes, we just believed it was her name.". Sarah waited for Chris to respond, with his usual questions, as though he'd swallowed a questionnaire before he arrived at church. However, Chris remaind silent, so Sarah decided to speak on behalf of both of them. "So '''basically, she could be anyone? We have no idea at all?" said Sarah; she wanted to say something, but felt herself holding back...but oh no...it was slipping out of her mouth..."...that's kinda stupid...". Sarah saw Chris' head turn towards her; Sarah didn't care, he was thinking exactly the same. If there's one thing Sarah had come to learn about their relationship, it's that Chris was obviously the thinker and she was the speaker in the relationship; except on this instance, because Sarah didn't actually care much about the statue; she just felt she was doing Chris a favour, which he would surely repay her for with an expensive trip to the Bistro later in the week. The Reverand looked at his feet, and spoke without making eye contact. "Possibly, but as you can see, I can't help you with this; that woman...I don't know who she is. May I ask...why you want to know, exactly?" said the Reverand; Chris spoke first this time, like an old school exam, the questions came spilling from his mouth. "Well you seemed so sure about her during the Church reading earlier, I just wanted answers...I thought you must have some?". Sarah couldn't h'elp but laugh inside, Chris' curiosity always made her smile. That being said, she had to admit, she was also interested in this mysterious "beauty" woman in the center of town. The Reverand got to his feet, and looked back at Chris and Sarah, his voice seemed almost shaky, like Chris had hit a nerve; "She's always been there; alway's been part of the town, naturally, I just assumed she was someone who brought great things to Belladonna Cove."''' The Reverand proceeded further to the back of the room, examining an old book shelf; he seemed to be searching for some sort of answer from the shelf, although none appeared before him. Sarah asked, politely "Has no one tried to find out who she is? Or at least tried to do research on what the statue represents?", it seemed like such a simple question; yet the Reverand refused to look at Sarah, or Chris, as though she'd asked him a near impossible question.

Reverand Thompson felt incredibly embarrassed; these two strangers had come to him for help, and he couldn't give them any answers. He knew the words he said in Church, he just didn't understand why he said them. Casting his mind back to when he first arrived in town; he couldn't think of any news regarding the mysterious statue in the middle of town; it was just as much a mystery to him, as it was to these two strangers. Deciding to end the questioning, he replied "I can't help you..."; finally turning around, to meet the eyes of the two villagers, that seemed incredibly confused, he spoke again; "...this woman...really is a mystery. I believe that the only possible way to learn who she is, is to start from the statue, and work your way from there; because I don't know who she is, nor does anyone else in town, unfortunately." Before the two villagers could answer, Reverand Thompson decided to spare himself the humilation again, by walking towards the door, signalling them out. "I do hope you learn what you need to about this woman, I'd love to hear about it myself..." he said, sounding more comfortable with himself. The two villagers got to their feet; and both walked out of the door; they both turned to face Reverand Thompson, the man had a frown across his face, as though he wasn't entirely pleased with what Reverand Thompson had just told him; however, Reverand Thompson found himself not really caring, the young man and woman had the truth from him, instead of lies, which is what he could have said initially. It wasn't long before one of them spoke; "Thanks..." said the man; before Reverand Thompson could respond, the man's "thank you" was continued by the young woman; "Thanks for nothing...", she said, as she turned away from the door. The young man followed, in a "agreeing" manner, which made Reverand Thompson feel incredibly guilty about his lack of knowledge on the questions they asked him.

Now arriving at the statue; Chris couldn't take his eyes off it; he was sure he could have possible crashed his car, if another car was driving on the opposite side of him. He pulled up to the left, and spoke to Sarah; "I want to have a look at the statue, a moment...". Before his girlfriend could disagree with him (which he felt she would), he had already unbuckled his belt, and opened the car door. As he began walking across the road, he turned to find, to his surprise, that Sarah was joining him. They both walked across the soft, green grass area towards the statue, and looked up. Even though it was a statue, Chris knew whoever this woman was, she was very beautiful. Her figure was something to die for; she seemed so important, stood their carrying a diamond, of some sort. He glanced at the definition of beauty, which was engraved on the statue's base; Reverand Thompson was right, although he'd been unhelpful, he was right about this particular detail. As Chris moved closer, he saw something quite surprising; there were enitials at the bottom of the engravement; although quite faint, he could easily make out "C. Goth". Chris had heard of the word "Goth" before, and often associated it with teenaged, heavy metal lovers. However, these enitials were engraved in a professional way, hinting that the enitials were of the creator of the statue. "C. Goth...", Chris said aloud; Sarah seemed to look at the initials too, she spoke for the first time since leaving the Church; "C. Goth...who is that?". Chris had no idea, but he knew one thing, this was something he was going to research when he got home.

Stage 1, Chapter 3: "Road To Pleasantview..."
Sarah's head was going to explode; as much as she was interested in the mystery of the statue, she had been sat at a computer screen googling the name "C. Goth" for well over 3 hours. She felt herself slowly losing interest in the subject, and yet, her boyfriend seemed to become more, and more intriuged by the minute. "Chris..." she said cautiously; "I don't think we're going to find anything about her online...". As if waiting for her boyfriend to throw an object at her, Sara's eye shut, and she felt herself leaning slightly forward. What came next surprised her, as Chris spoke; "I think you're right, It's like finding a needle in a haystack" he said, with utter disappointment in his voice. Sarah placed her hand on Chris' shoulder, she felt her touch would help relax Chris. "Hey, let's get some sleep, we can always try again tomorrow" she said, as softly as she could. Chris let out a deep sigh, and stood to his feet; Sarah wasn't sure if she should directly follow him out the room, so she kept sat in seat. Chris turned to her; "I'm going for a shower first, can you switch the computer's off please?" he said; without waiting for a response, Chris disappeared. Sarah managed to close down Chris' computer; she turned to the computer she had been using, and was about to shut down, until she glanced at the screen and saw something that caught her eye. The description read "Not posting much...times are hard. C. Goth"; Sarah felt her heart starting to beat faster, she clicked on the link to the article, and was surprised to find some sort of blog belonging to a young girl...

As Sarah examined the blog title, it read "Cassandra Goth: Welcome to my online blog!". Sarah looked at the blog enteries, and was surprised to find that the last blog post was from years and years ago. As Sarah began searching the girls blog, the one thing she noticed was that the girl seemed very unhappy; one entry read "No one understand what's it like to lose someone like this...". What Sarah saw next nearly made her jump out of her seat; but close enough, she shouted for Chris. "Chris! Chris! I've found her!" shouted Sarah. Examining the picture, Sarah had just seen, she awaited for Chris to arrive, she heard him moving around the bathoom since she shouted him. Chris came bursting into the room, his face was covered with curiosity; "What is it?" he asked Sarah. Sarah moved the monitor to show Chris; Chris' eyes met the computer screen, and Sarah began explaining herself; "That's her! Look, the dress, the hair, everything..." said Sarah, almost giddy with excitement. A smile came across Chris' face, he couldn't take his eyes away from the monitor. He finally spoke, saying "Who is she?"; Sarah felt silly for not explaining sooner, "No idea, but I found this picture on this blog, belonging to a girl...", Sarah pointed at the banner at the top of the page, hoping Chris understood what she meant. "Cassandra Goth...C. Goth?" said Chris, as though answering a question on a game show. "Yes, and that woman in the dress is her mother...look what is says underneath that picture" said Sarah, pointing yet again at the monitor, this time at the picture of a small child, with big round glasses next to the mysterious red dress, lady. '''"I miss you mom, things haven't been the same since you were taken from us..." '''read Chris, aloud; he seemed almost memorized by the photograph, as though it was about to turn into gold at any moment.

Chris couldn't believe what he was seeing; he had to know who this woman was, he had to find out about her. "Is there nothing else?" he asked Sarah, still finding it hard to believe she'd found out this information. Sarah's gaze turned from him, and to the computer screen again, "Nothing else, although, there's an address on the corner of the blog posts..." said Sara. Even more perfect; it was too easy, now he had an address to go off? It seemed to good to be true, then Sarah spoke again, making him feel less optimistic about it. "But these blog posts are from years, and years ago, she may not even live there any more..." said Sarah; he eyes now meeting Chris'. Despite this point, Chris felt this was too good of a chance to miss; he looked back at the screen, and made a decision in his head, but before he could, he wanted to know where it was. "What's the address, then?" he asked; Sarah looked back at the computer screen, and squinted her eyes; she spoke afterwards "165 Sim Lane, Pleasantview...". Chris had heard of the town, but had no idea where it was; he knew the best option would be to get directions online before he set off tomorrow. "I'm going to visit that place tomorrow..." he said; Sarah looked at him, and smiled "I'm coming with you..." she said. Chris was surprised Sarah didn't try and talk him out of it, clearly she was just as interested in this woman as he was...

Sarah wasn't even ready yet, and Chris was in the car waiting for her; she hadn't even found her mobile phone yet; it always seemed to disappear on her when she needed it the most. As she hurridly searched for her mobile, she awaited the sound of the horn going again; Chris hated waiting for her. It seemed her phone was hiding from her; and as she expected, the car horn sounded again. Sarah made the decision to leave her mobile home, she grabbed her coat, and left the house to join Chris in the car. "Sorry, couldn't find my phone..." she explained, as they began driving through the streets of Belladonna Cove, and onto the freeway. The drive to Pleasantview was a silent one; the only thing that spoke throughout the journey was Chris' TomTom, and Sarah always found them to be quite patronising. Soon, the Freeway began to disappear slowly, and instead of the busy road, they were now driving along a back road, which was pretty empty compared to the busy freeway. Further down the road, a wooden sign stood above, and Sarah recognised the words instantly. "Greetings from Pleasantview" said the sign; in bright, colourful letters. It seemed like a holiday advertisement; maybe this trip wasn't going to be so bad after all. "Turn Right, and you have reached your destination point" said Chris' TomTom; the town of Pleasantview was like any subhurb in the USA, it was full of houses; a town hall, and surrounded by tree's. The TomTom stopped; and as Chris looked to the right, he saw a large, old manor looking down at him. "This is it..." said Chris to Sarah; they hadn't spoken all the journey, and Chris felt it was his duty to break the silence on this occasion. "Let's go then..." replied Sarah, who gave off the impression she wanted to get it over and done with. Chris got out of the car, and walked up to the small front gate; he and Sarah walked up the pathway to the steps of the house. Taking a deep breath, Chris knocked on the door and awaited someone to answer. "I hope there's someone in, if we've come all this way for nothing..." said Sarah' despite her beign enthusiastic, Chris was certain she'd have preferred to have stayed home now. Before Chris could reply, the front door opened, and a very young, very beautiful woman was stood at the door; with long long black hair, and beautiful skin, all she needed was a red dress, and Chris would be sure he could confuse her for the mysterious woman in the photograph from Cassandra Goth's blog. Yet, this girl looked younger than the woman in the photo; "Can I help you?" she said, her voice was very polite and gentle. Chris wasn't sure how to get his words across to her..."We're looking for...Cassandra Goth..."; Chris' seemed to be struggling to get his words out. The girl's face changed slightly; Chris knew she had an idea who he was talking about. "She's my Grandmother, what do you want with her?" replied the girl, still very softly spoken. Chris was about to reply; but another voice came from behind the door. "What is it, dear?" said the voice; the voice belonged to an old woman, fragile and delecate, it appeared to Chris' ears. The girl moved aside, and there, at the door, was someone Chris recognised instantly; this was the young girl from the blog...this was Cassandra Goth...

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