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''This story has elements from every Sims game (including Medieval) and every expansion pack. Contains things that cannot happen in Sims. ''
==Prologue==
''My family is strange and odd. My father's side consists of poor lettuceproduce 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?
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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. On the last few pages was my family tree. I was horrified. The last entry had been written down had been written just fifteen years ago. That entry was my name. My full name was written in Grandmother's elegant scrawl. Each letter was deep bloodred ink. Kate's name was right beside mine. Her name had been hastily scribbled on with grayish ink. It was Mom's handwriting.
 
Grandmother did hate Kate.
==Chapter 3: Discovering==
I quickly drove home from the library. I just had to know. I had just walked in when Grandmother slapped Mom. Hard. Dad was out working and Kate was at a friend's house. Grandfather was probably napping. I broke up the heated fight and settled them down. After I had served each with a cup of coffee and had them sit down, I asked questions.
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"Grandmother. I want you to answer truthfully. Mother, I want you to not interrupt nor speak until I ask you to. Same applies to you, Grandmother," I explained. They both nodded. I cleared my throat and began. "Grandmother, are you and Grandfather vampires?" I inquired slowly. Grandmother smiled, her bright white teeth gleaming. "Yes. Yes we are. Smart girl!" she replied happily. Mom glared at her with anger that could only be matched by a dragon.
 
"Mother, are you a vampire?" I asked cautiously. She turned to me and her hot glare cooled to a forced smile. "No. I am half-vampire. I age and look like a Normal Sim. I don't have vampire weaknessess, but I can eat Plasma Fruits and drink Plasma Packs. I'm don't have the Thirst motive. I just have the weird colored eyes,. My natural blue and the vampires' red mixed and became purple." she sighed. Indeed,I had always liked her violet eyes, werebut never questioned her deepabout crimsonthem. Grandmother coughed a tiny cough. I turned to her and gave her a polite glare and turned back to Mom. "Am I or Kate vampires?" I asked.
 
"Both of you have a little vampire blood. Kate can consume plasma products and Plasma Fruits, but like me, she doesn't need to. You have the pale skin and the reddish eyes. Your father's oaky brown washes it out though," Mom answered proudly.
 
Grandmother was livid. "YouHer talkpale aboutcheeks vampiresflushed likea theyrosy are trashpink. LetHer mecrimson remindeyes yousnapped thatmeanly. you contain ''to be continued.''Her
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