My Mortal Soul
Take Me to the Moon 7.12
Journal of Count Vladistraus, Months Later
My old friend, Caleb, came to me tonight. He has given up his undead corporeal self, and is at peace. Although he beseeched me to help him stop Absinthe, he is not bitter. How I long for that myself, peace.
Grayson Tesla’s Journal
Another day has come without me finding the way to leave this place. At the height of the sun’s journey across the sky, when I am outside, wandering the many porches and parapets, I believe I have found the will to leave. But day after day, I find myself confounded and confused, and as the darkness quickly approaches, I find that I fear leaving, and losing my lover, as much as I fear staying, and losing my mortal soul.
Praying for strength in the manor’s dark chapel does not help. Memories of my own victims cast enough doubt that I cannot summon the moral strength to extricate myself from her grasp.
From the parapet at the highest point I can find, I watch the light, and my resolve, fade.
Sunset finds me, once again, descending from the roof, into my dark room to meet my lover. My heart skips as I anticipate her arrival.
I fear that she knows I plan to escape. I can’t bear to imagine losing her, yet I fear she will eventually kill me, perhaps when she has gotten everything she wants from me.
Months wear on. Autumn and Winter come and go. I hope to be delivered from this passion, or at least, it must end soon, as my soul is withering and must soon die.
As I creep down from the parapet one night, a little later than usual, something catches my eye in a third story room. Through the glass door, I see a pregnant woman standing in the nursery, gazing at an empty bassinet. I peer through the glass, afraid of what I may see, but unable to turn away.
She suddenly turns and looks into my eyes. It is she, Absinthe. My lover has come to me in many forms, but this is not one I have seen before. Is this our child she carries?
When I return to my room, I sink onto my bed as my my mind spins. I remember the letter from Caleb Vatore, warning her not to bring a child into the world. So it is our child, this child, of which they wrote.
The Count appears. He does not speak, but only looks at me.
An intense drowsiness is coming over me. I must sleep.
Journal of Count Vladistraus
Absinthe will deliver the child soon. I have made my choice, knowing it will invoke her wrath. Caleb’s peace has inspired me.
Nightly, I watch over the child’s father, who I have placed in a deep sleep. He must rest now, free of her. He must gain his physical strength as well as his resolve. She does not haunt him while I am here, and I do not know if she suspects I interfere, or if she does suspect, perhaps she is absorbed with the imminent delivery of her child and believes herself to be unstoppable.
Only as dawn breaks, and I know that Absinthe is in her coffin, do I trust to leave him unattended.
- The ghost of Caleb Vatore is not a sim I control, but at a few key points in the story he has appeared, much to my delight.
- The Count has the ability to cause sims to sleep.
- Absinthe is expecting Grayson’s child! Our Generation 8 heir is going to arrive VERY soon, March 11th! I hope you’re enjoying this part of the legacy story, I’ve enjoyed playing and writing it.