Fanon:Moonlight in Sunset Valley: Difference between revisions

The child, a girl named Sharma, was a monster. She was a vampire. Everything from the crimson eyes and the pale skin told Tinka that she had given the world a monster. She quickly mastered the art of Good Magic and tried to cure Sharma of her vamperism. Sharma was incurable. She grew up in a fast pace. Once she had turned sixteen, she married the soldier that guarded her cell. Tinka was devastated. When Sharma announced that she was pregnant with the soldier's baby, Tinka set the cell on fire, hoping to kill Sharma, the unborn creature, and herself. The shock of the event caused Sharma to lose her baby. Tinka caught the flu and died the following spring.

 

 

Over the centuries, many species of magical creature married into my family. Always, the species tried to be the dominate one. The vampires are the reigning specie, followed by werewolves, Bad Witches, Good Witches, and Normal Sims. The only PlantSim left in my family is my distant cousin, Princess Rosalinda Marie Maslow. She is Emperor Maslow's daughter from a previous relationship with a deceased PlantSim.

The coffin door hung off its brass hinges. Grandmother was laying inside, a peaceful look on her face. She was dead. One glance was all it took to tell me that the grand vampiress had passed away. She was dressed in her sleepwear: an elegant nightgown, gray tartan slippers, and her long shiny silver hair neatly crushed under her. Her olive skin was even more washed out. I wanted to scream as agonizingly as Mom did, but my lungs wouldn't allow it. I did my strongest shriek. It was like the scream of a girl being murdered in a horror movie. My chest ached and my lungs were pained from lack of air. I gulped oxygen down as fast as I could. One more gulp and I came back into reality.

 

 

Now, I live in a condo in Bridgeport while Kate lives in the big mansion. Mom's cousin, Prinoline, bought our house after Mom and Dad moved to a retirement home. It is Sunset Valley legend that on starry nights when the full moon is out, a shimmering ghostly elderly couple can be seen strolling down the street in front of my old house. I have see it thrice. It is rare to see them together. It happens every 4.6 years. It is common to see their ghosts, but not together. On stormy moonless nights, the sobbing ghost of Grandmother wails for Grandfather. On clear nights, Grandfather is seen napping under the willow tree, waiting for his love to appear.