Note from author: I just wanted to say sorry to my readers in advance. I haven't posted any new chapters in FOREVER and the main reason to that is because I lost the save. I lost everything regarding The Cliffe Legacy; characters, houses, town, everything. But I don't want to start over because they have been my favorite family. (Sorry, Salline!) So the characters I use will look different. Please bare with me. Also if you have any tips or suggestions feel free to comment below!
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Things took an unexpected turn after the night with the Celestial Shadow pianist. The first night was okay, other than the constant tears and feeling utterly worthless. It seemed things always seemed to go wrong for me, and it only got worse. What was wrong with me? Why was I always the pawn in life's cruel game? My sister always seemed to have it easy; no struggles. She was pretty, and had boys worshiping the floor she walked on. Why couldn't I be like that?
But it doesn't matter. Since that night, I have never been the same. My life has changed, and no matter how much I'd like things to go back to normal---mommy and daddy's sweet, innocent, little girl---they can't.
A few days after the attack, I began feeling really weird. I felt sick, and had an aversion to food. All food. I felt I couldn't tell a soul about the attack, so I kept it to myself. I kept trying to convince myself that my body was just in shock, and I would be okay in a few more days.
I couldn't have been any more wrong.
Eventually, my body transitioned. I tried to refuse it, by only eating human food. But even smelling my normal favorite foods made me nauseous. My family worried about me, constantly asking if I felt okay and if there was anything they could do to help me feel better. I told them I had just caught some kind of stomach bug, and would feel better soon. However, there's only so many lies you can tell when you're standing next to someone you love and you can hear their heart---their beautiful, blood-pumping, healthy, heart---just begging you to take a bite. I realized I had to escape. I knew if I stayed, this thirst would completely take over and I would do something I regretted. Each day, my thirst was getting stronger, and stronger, so I hatched a plan of escape.
I would wait until nightfall. When my parents and my sister had fallen asleep, I would grab everything of value I needed, and simply vanish. Cliche, I know, a teenager running away in the middle of the night . . . but for one, I would get caught during the day, and two, I wasn't sure how long this new body of mine could handle the heat of direct sunlight.
I planted a note on the kitchen counter telling my family just how much I love them, that they are the most important thing to me, but that I just couldn't stay any longer, that I had to get out to live my life and hoped to see them soon. The truth was, I wasn't sure if I would ever see them again. I didn't want to frighten them by telling them my condition, or how I was "protecting" them by leaving. They had to believe that I just wanted to leave; maybe they wouldn't try to find me.
With tears falling silently down my cheeks, I took one more look at our small, family home, and closed the door---possibly forever.
My next task was to find somewhere far away from my family to stay, just in case they did come looking for me. I figured a couple towns over, at least. I found solace in the town of Isla Paradiso. I found a small, abandoned shack, and decided to call it home.
It certainly was... interesting. But it was completely secluded. Although I would need to fix it up a little bit and do something to cover those windows. I had a long day ahead of me. The place needed some definite scrubbing. I felt like I couldn't sit down until I got all the dirt and grime off everything. In the end, I decided it would be much easier to just paint. I had found a couple cans of paint in the back of the house near the outhouse (gross!).
I don't think it looks too bad. Still not exactly to my tastes, but I don't exactly have much choice right now. Maybe later on I can extend it and actually have an inside bathroom!
When I finished, I finally sat down. My mind started wondering what my family was up to, and whether they had discovered my note yet. The sun had risen once I arrived here, so it would be about time they discovered it. I was so sad, but I had to accept this as my fate. I never should have went to that stupid club. I should have listened when my mother said no. She always knew best. I sighed and looked at my new bed. I sure was exhausted.
It was dusk when I woke up. I decided to work on my painting on an old art easel I found outside. Halfway through the painting, however, I felt the full extent of my thirst hitting me. I couldn't take it anymore. I HAD to feed ... on something. My throat was burning with desire, and my sharp fangs throbbing. My first real meal since the transition, would be tonight.
I felt this growing power inside of me. It was like it was almost completely consuming me, every single minute without drinking was dragging me further and further from humanity until ... I attacked the first sim I come to. She was helpless to stop me. I felt absolutely awful, and yet much better at the same time.
By the time I got back, it was much darker. I heard this loud yowling coming from the woods behind the house. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I followed the sound. Out crawled a cat! I must admit, I've always been a sucker for cats, and seeing as I had to leave mine at home ...er, my family's home, this company was much appreciated. "What's wrong, kitty cat? Where'd you come from?" I looked around the area, and found nothing. No collar, either. I looked down at the cat's sweet face. It was as though the cat was thanking me for rescuing it from the brambles.
I sat the cat down and began to brush it. Its fur was so matted and dirty, I hoped it would at least help that cat feel better. "It's okay, you can stay with me. It's okay if you don't want to, I would understand," I told the cat. The cat seemed to smile back up to me and began to purr as I brushed it.
Great, Layla, now you're talking to cats. How crazy are you.
As dawn approached, I went to sleep again. It was time I changed my sleep schedule to fit this new vampiric life. But at least I felt a bit better, knowing a new friend was by my side.
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