Fanon:Moonlight in Sunset Valley
This story has elements from every Sims game (including Medieval) and every expansion pack. Contains things that cannot happen in Sims. All items used are from TheSimsResource and the Sims 3.
Prologue
My family is strange and odd. My father's side consists of poor lettuce farmers that once lived in the mountains of Sunset Valley. My mother's side is the most troubling. Vampires, werewolves, witches both bad and good, PlantSims, and the occasional ordinary Sim. I tell my story of how I encountered my mother's ancestors right after meeting my father's family. Shall we begin?
Chapter 1: My Father's Family
Normally, when you get an invitation to your grandparent's cottage in the mountains, you think it's going to be a wonderous vacation. Well, for me it isn't. My dad's parents live in an old dusty place high up in Pinochle Point. I love them, but they wear shabby clothing and the air reeks of lettuce and the occasional wilting garlic plant. Grandma and Grandpa are my father's parents. Grandmother and Grandfather are my mother's. See the difference in formality?
I had driven up the mountain path myself in my Yomoshoto Evasion. All I had packed was a set of pajamas, my swimsuit, three books (A Magnetic Attraction, Unicorns for Audrey, and I'm Still Cool), and a gift for my grandparents: three watermelon seeds to plant. They were thrilled to add new plants to their collection. I loved the teeny cottage, but I enjoyed little to none of my stays there. As usual, I slept in the musty attic. I liked it and had bought some of furniture with the money I had earned by selling produce, working shifts at the bookstore, selling the items that my sister Kate stole from the Altos, the Goths, and the Landgraabs, and mooching huge amounts from Holly Alto. Some were from Grandma's old bedroom in the small cabin she had lived in as a girl.
Still, the attic was very simple and basic. My bed had white argyle bedding and I had a homespun styled lamp on a white flowered nightstand. There was an antique desk with a cheap computer and another homespun styled lamp. A cherry dresser stood in a corner. A short bookcase with one broken leg held a meager collection of volumes from my father's childhood. A Noble History of Socks, Llama Rights, Point Farmer: The Story of Grant Rodiek. You could tell by the three books in the bookcase that my father was a history nut. Emphasis on nut.
I put my clothes in the dresser and deposited the books into the bookcase. Suddenly, my cellphone rang. "Hi! Lilly here," I greeted the caller. "Greetings," a sinister female voice answered. With a dull sinking feeling, I replied. "Greetings, Grandmother. I hope you are doing well in Riverview. How is Grandfather?" I asked. I never spoke that way in real life. With my mother's family, I had to wear my best clothing and speak politely and formally. With everyone else, I could wear anything and speak normally. My mother had left Riverview and had married my father to get away from the stiff formalities.
"I am doing well, Lillian. Your Grandfather is away on business. You know how charismatic politicians are. Flighty and unpredictable. So, how is Mayflower?" Grandmother purred gently. "Mother is doing just fine. Father has just gotten a promotion. Isn't that wonderful? How is Clarice?" I chirped. Clarice was the live-in maid that served my grandparents. She had served them since she was a child. Her family also lived there.
"My,my. My worst nightmare has come true. Your mother has taught you to despise the teachings I have bestowed on you. How many times have I told you to not be familiar with people under your station?" Grandmother scolded. I smiled slyly. I composed myself and forced a polite, yet forceful reply. "I apologize profusely, but I assure you that Mother has done none of the sorts. As you already know, she tries to disassociate anything from you away from her. I speak on my mother's humble behalf," I argued softly.
I could hear Grandmother pushing in her chair as she got up. "That is it! I am coming over this instant! Tell your mother that I am going to stay over for one week and make her explain!" she trilled sharply. I heard a click and she was gone. I hung up and hastily packed. I was sure Grandma and Grandpa didn't mind. I was right. They told me maybe another time and kissed me goodbye. I drove quickly, almost speeding. I sprinted up to my door and walked in on a major romantic session between Mom and Dad. They finished their make-out action and turned to me, looks of amusing shock etched on their faces. My words nearly gave them a heartattack. "Grandmother and maybe Grandfather are coming to stay for a week!" I screamed.
Chapter 2: Their Visit
I looked at my new everyday outfit. It was a mint green silk dress that came to midcalf. It was not like I hated it. I liked it. Especially with the pearly white heels and the simple silver necklace. I knew that Grandmother would approve of it. The bow on the front would make sure of it. I put my hair in two braids with green plaid ribbons. My red hair made me look like an absolute leprechaun. My pretty, yet elfish face did nothing to prove my point wrong.
It was both Grandmother and Grandfather. Grandmother's full name (title included) was Contessa Hecate Delia Marie Delicourt Mandan. Grandfather's full name (title included) was Count Menalaus Conte Viktor Mercutio Mandan. They were the descendants of the royal family of SimNation when it had been a kingdom. That meant that my mother's full name (title included) was Viscountess Mayflower Alice Rosalie Hecate Delicourt Mandan Williams. She had three last names. Delicourt (Grandmother's maiden name), Mandan (Mom's maiden name), and Williams (Mom's married name). When Dad married Mom, he was granted the title of Viscount. So he was Viscount Marcus Daniel Williams. Me? I am Baronetess Lillian Dawn Hecate Delicourt Mandan Williams. My sister, Kate, was Baroness Katherine Mayflower Darcy Delicourt Mandan Williams.
Grandmother looked over me with the strange expression that felt like she was x-raying me. I curtsied and smiled my most syrupy smile. Grandmother gave a curt nod and moved out of the way for Grandfather to appraise me. Grandfather looked over me and gave a queer frown. He shook his head slowly and turned when Grandmother started to speak. "Mayflower! I suspect that you are making your daughter a rebel. After you hid Katherine away from me and raised her to behave like a peasent, I expected you to give your last child to me! I was right. You are an unfit mother," Grandmother stated with a calm ferocity.
Mom was livid, furious even. "Me? An unfit mother? You are to speak! You raised me to be a lady of high class and grace, but I have experience nothing but burdensome torture from your insane teachings!" she shrieked. I had never heard Mom blow her top before. Kate rushed down the stairs, her knee-length leather dress slowing her down. She cast down her eyes and curtsied. "Merry greetings, Grandmother and a happy salutation, Grandfather. I hope your visit is not wasted," she murmured tremblingly.
After an incident with Grandmother, Kate was never right again. She spoke softly and shook often. She would always be scared and whenever Grandmother visited, she behaved perfectly. Grandmother pursed her heavily lipsticked lips and tsked loudly. "See? Your eldest daughter is a cowardly simpleton because a strict upbringing was taken from her by a witch of a mother. At least Lillian has some grace and etiquette," Grandmother argued. At the last part, her angered snakey voice had softened to a light purr.
Dad started to intervene. He took Mom away, probably to WooHoo. I led Grandmother and Grandfather to the basement. They would sleep there for their visit. I always found them odd. They never ventured out of the house except at night. They liked the cooking, but they would always finish off the meal by slurping liquid from a reddish orange carton. Sometimes, they would divide Plasma Fruits for us, but we always got sick from them. Mom was the only one besides her parents and, surprisingly, Kate who didn't gag on them.
I never knew that my maternal grandparents were vampires until I researched their odd lifestyle. I also found records of Mom's family. Turns out, most of her family were supernatural creatures like werewolves, PlantSims, and witches. Only a few Normal Sims existed in her family, but only a handful survived their first weeks of marriage or birth. There was a legend that had sprung up about Mom's male relatives. The townsfolk said that the "horrible night monsters" lured pretty young women to their secret lairs, marry them, impregnate them, and kill them once the child had been born. The rumor had been born when sixteen women had been found dead in the park and ten of them were wives of the Mandan men. The other five were women that were romantically involved with the Mandan men. All of them women bore signs of recent birthing.