“Why thank you, darling. And to what do I owe you this pleasure?” Olive asked intrigued.
“I would like to acquire your services for one of my little missions. I call it “The Destruction of Pleasantview”,” the woman in the black suit walked into the house and began madly walking on the dinning table, laughing manically.
Cassandra Goth had always been an old soul at heart. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun despite her somber demeanor. Her type of fun was more mischievous, her humor more grim.
“How do I look, Cassandra? Amazing I know.” Don said smugly.
“Disturbing, that face is rather disturbing indeed. But lucky for you, l do enjoy the scientifically disturbed,” said Cassandra with a smirk.
“Amazing was what I was going for, but I’ll settle for that.”
“Is that so?”
“So it is!”
“Plot twist… I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Cassandra and Don were both very flawed people; but they didn’t try to change each other, they understood each other and brought out the best in each other. Don had been the only one Cassandra had been with her whole life and it would stay that way.
Don had been with many different women; he even had tried being with men a few times, but he had never loved any of them like he loved Cassandra. Nina Caliente had been his first love; they meet in high-school and had their first WooHoo with each other. But their relationship had been toxic in more ways then one; they had cheated on each other multiple times (Don especially), and in the long run… they were no good for each other and couldn’t work things out. Now, they were friends with benefits due to his and Cassandra’s open-relationship.
Don was no longer a sleazy cheater thanks to Cassandra, he was now more honest and pursued open relationships; Cassandra made him hapy and secure which brought out the brave, warm, lively, secretly nerdy guy instead of the obnoxious, impulsive, selfish, moody, faux-dumb, jerk that had possessed him for so long.
“Smell the roses, Alexander!” Mortimer said. Roses had been Bella’s favorite flower. Strangely, on the day of Bella’s funeral, Mortimer had been a wreck who could shatter at any minute… in-fact he did shatter like a piece of glass. But since the day after, he went back to his old self. He told everyone, including himself; Bella was just on a trip to Magic Town and would be back very soon. He was ready to crack into desperate mourning at literally any moment but he forced himself to continue the facade as part of the deal he had thought of.
“I don’t smell roses, I smell foolishness. It’s all over you!” Alexander hissed to his father. He may take after Cassandra’s (and Mortimer’s) extreme intelligence, but he certainly lacked Cassandra’s perceptiveness. Bella’s death has just put Alexander in an even fouler mood then usual.
“You have been mistaken, old sport! As the best of the best, I know what foolishness is psychologically and scientifically; I absolutely have failed to detect any on myself, whatsoever!” Mortimer retorted.
“Lying to yourself is foolishness though,” Alexander remarked.
“Indeed, but I’m not lying to myself, so I would rid your point invalid, Alex! Now, if you would excuse me, old chap, I’m off to use my virus breeder in the lab!” Mortimer walked up the spiral-stair cases.
Alexander made a disgruntled expression and thought of the Bella floor lamp-statue that wasn’t too far behind him.
“Oh, mother dearest…I hope your spirit will come and haunt us all. We could use some guidance.”
Suddenly Alexander remembered Cassandra once mentioning a woman in Strangetown named Olive Specter who professionally contacted the dead and was a witch specializing in necromancy; she was a professional party guest as a cover-up for mortals, Olive had attended some of their mother’s parties and had been a friend of hers. He would have to get Cassandra to take him to this Olive Specter to have her contact Bella’s ghost.
Dina Caliente had been sipping white wine on her lounge beanie-bag, thinking about her how to make it big when she heard a knock on her door.
She got up and opened the door. She wasn’t exactly expecting it to be none other then Mortimer Goth.
“Oh hey Morty! What’s up?”
“Ah, hello Dina!” Mortimer invited himself inside.
Dina noticed that he sure was acting aggressively different from the Mortimer, who had started having depression and mental breakdowns according to her best friend Don, Mortimer’s daughter Cassandra’s fiancé. How the hell Don Lothario ended up engaged and was a good fiancé was still a mystery to her.
“Um, sit down?” Dina sat down back on the purple coach in-front of the television.
Mortimer followed her and turned off the television right away. Oh, Goths and their television phobias. He could have asked and I would have had nooo problem with turning it off… but I won’t bite him since he lost his wife only a month ago.
“So, Dina… Dina, Dina, Dina. You like making deals, right?” Mortimer inquired.
“Yup, as long as it involves money, and I don’t have to…hit someone with a hammer or something!” Dina exclaimed.
“Well, I can almost guarantee no hammers are involved in this! I’d be willing to lend you Bella’s old resurrector machine that has a phone to contact good old Grim himself with and the money to have him perform a successful resurrection of Michael,” Mortimer explained knowledgeably.
Dina’s eyes widened. He had to be for real. Michael had been “the one.” They had it off immediately when they meet on a beach on a vacation she and Nina had gone on.
She could remember every detail of their wedding day. Everyone’s hair, make-up, clothing, posture, facial expression, you name it. Dina had always dreamed of having a massive, posh wedding that was straight from the fairy-tales, however, when she realized she couldn’t go through with gold-digging, that it felt morally wrong to her, she had been able to find Michael who she really loved with all of her heart. She decided to just have a small wedding with their families and her close friends Don and Brandi; as long as her wedding dress got to be everything she dreamed of.
“So, what do you have in mind, Morty?” Dina asked curiously, smiling brightly.
“We will work to get our lost lovers back! Since the Strangetown alien-watchers claimed to have seen a spaceship coming from the direction of Pleasantview the night Bella disappeared, you will try to contact your alien relatives through scientific equipment that I will provide, and find out if Bella has been abducted and if so… bring her back. Cassandra and I can perform the experiments and operations to get her memory back if it’s lost. So, is it a deal or is it a deal?” asked Mortimer smirking.
Having Michael back would make Dina the happiest Sim in all of SimCity, no… wait, that’s wrong. Happiest would be an understatement. For a minute, however, she paused. The idea of contacting her distant alien ancestors seemed complicated and imitating. Even if she didn’t want to have anything to do with her ancestors, she decided she would accept Mortimer’s proposal. She would give up anything to have Michael back, including her beloved leopard high-heels, her favorite chocolate, and all the money in the world.
“It’s a deal, Mortimer.”
“Excellent! There’s even more, darling!”
Kaylynn Langerak began her work-shift at the Pleasants a bit shakier then usual. Naturally, she suffered from social anxiety, but she was oozing fear and coyness today. Even though nothing had happened, she was regretting that deal she had made.
“Bye Mary Sue! Enjoy your impromptu meeting!” was what Kaylynn could hear Daniel say in the entrance-way. Mary Sue may just be an intern, but she was needed for this particular meeting. Mary Sue had slowly worked her way to an intern due to focusing on making sure her kids grow up healthy and secure. Daniel had got a great deal with a sports association and it didn’t long before he was making big money. He was the assistant coach for the SimCity Llama’s, the biggest, most famous, sport team in Simerica currently and had a great salary. Since Daniel was working and Mary Sue didn’t want her kids to be raised by nannies, she put aside her political aspirations to be the best mother she possibly could be. Over the years, it frustrated her immensely and gave her an inner-disappointment. She wouldn’t regret anything, Angela was top of her class and had a promising future as a fishing boat captain, and Lilith was on her way towards an athletic scholarship in a few years, despite her rebellious and unpleasant nature; she planned on taking over her dad’s position… even if that last part is a lie. Mary Sue had become a lot happier and proud after chasing her political dreams, the only problem was that Angela and Lilith wanted to murder each other and Daniel had an infatuation with their maid.
“I’ll try. Remember what I told you the day before Bella Goth’s funeral, Dan… be careful,” Mary-Sue said,” Good-bye.” She headed off to city-hall.
“Hey there Kay! I was looking for you.” Daniel smiled.
Don’t get Kaylynn wrong, she knows Daniel is being selfish and is far from innocent, but she felt guilty as well; she didn’t want to hurt Mary Sue. If Mary Sue wasn’t so supportive of getting the lower-class employed, she would have been screwed. As the guilty pang continued… another thought crossed her. How could she have forgotten? She was always forgetting things; if she didn’t do what the dealer had paid her to, she would be in big trouble and she wouldn’t be the only one. Kaylynn would go to the police but when you make a deal with the devil, you are aware that the devil has some big connections and friends in high place.
Kaylynn sighed and muttered under her breath, “I’m so sorry Mary Sue.”
She looked at Daniel. “Yeah, hi. How about after I’m done cleaning I meet you in the bedroom?”
“Sounds great! If you need anything, I’ll be watching SimCity Sports Center in the family room,” Daniel smiled once again and walked off.
In the bed, he and his wife sleep in… unbelievable. You think I’d be happy… I’m getting what I want. I would be happy… if I was getting it in the right way; there’s nothing right about this.
Angela sighed and sat down on her bed as she came home from school. Ever since Bella’s funeral she’s felt a bit… uneasy. Normally, she was kind of stoical unlike her over-emotional twin sister Lilith who wore her heart on her shelve. But this was different…
She could have told someone what she saw, but… it might not even have been real. She was so tired when it happened; she just assumed it had been some crazy daydream or something.
It had been two years ago, she was 13 and a half at the time; she and Dustin, who were obviously just friends then, were at the local park at around 10: 40 PM.
Dustin had gone to the bathroom, so she stood there examining the pond since it contained fishes which she absolutely adored. But then… suddenly, she heard the sound of high-heels against the pavement. That couldn’t be Dustin.
She looked up and saw a red corset dress and black high-heels that both must have coasted more then Dustin’s house. The elegant black hair… the tan Monte Vista skin... the red lipstick… it couldn’t be….
Belladonna Goth, more commonly known as Bella Goth; the elegant, occultist, decadent billionaire had been missing without a tracing for three years. But that had to be her… that face was iconic, as was her custom-made regal red leather corset with its silted skirt. No one else owned that dress, which was an actual fact. A Magic Town designer had made it just for Bella and for Bella only according to her mother who had been told this by none other then Bella herself. Bella might not be a fan of mortals, but Mary Sue was a mortal who was big on rights of everyone, including supernaturals, so they had had a very cordial relationship.
“Mrs. Goth?” Angela hollered, freaked out for obvious reasons.
Bella ran closely to her, the smug look that had always been on her face replaced with fear, “Angela, love! Get help! They are coming for me… they are coming for me as we speak.” Bella looked terrified out of her mind.
“Yeah of course! Mrs. Goth, who the plumbob is after you? If they come, I’ll try to fight them off for you.” Angela meant it. She looked down to retrieve her cell phone from her purse to dial up 911.
She got her cell phone as quickly as possible. But by the time she looked up, Bella was gone.
Five minutes later, she heard a horrible scream. She tried to find out where it was coming from, but it was untraceable.
Dustin came back a few seconds later; she didn’t tell him what happened. She thought it was just a dream… but was it?
Lilith barged in with textbooks in her hand. “Ang, can I copy your homework?”
“Lilith, I really don’t feel like putting up with your crap today, so please just leave, okay?”
“Really Ang?! I was being nice to you!”
“Considering what you called me this morning and the fact you tried to get my boyfriend to dump me today, I’m just gonna roll my eyes at you.”
“Fine, trollface, fine!” Lilith stormed off.
The next night, Cassandra stirred her cauldron. She could see what would happen next or what other people couldn’t in the cauldron liquid, she just had to mix the right potions, elixirs and remnants to get it to appear for her. That’s how she was able to find out many, many things that no one else knew. She enjoyed hinting t to people through her speech to confuse them.
Unfortunately, nothing about her mother’s whereabouts appeared to her. However, something did appear to her. A woman in a black suit entering Landgraab Funeral home and opening the coffin, the portal to this vision was cut off right where the woman’s head would be.
Cassandra thought about it, it’s likely the woman in the black suit was someone who didn’t attend the funeral, at least not publicly. It was also likely the woman was the one who murdered the Strangetown clone and set it up to be found. Why else would she go to the funeral home when no one else was there and open the cfoffin? Although her facial expression couldn’t be seen, Cassandra highly suspected the woman was smirking and this was a check-up for her, to make sure everything had gone as planned. Cassandra was very observant, she liked making it so people couldn’t observe her and would be confused, puzzled, and intrigued by her.
Cassandra turned to her beloved lab. While she did enjoy magic (it was great for checking her predictions for the future and causing trouble), science was her defiant passion. Even if she was a true loner at heart who spent most of teenage years and childhood in her room alone reading books for an older age group, turning her teachers into toads, and playing a game by herself of finding out many things about person merely by their body language, and doing Watcher knows what else… her dad taught her many scientific things. Too bad Alexander wasn’t interested in science.
Mortimer had tried endlessly to find Bella, but his methods were only scientific. Cassandra had both magic and science. Together, they were a powerful force and she was determined to use it to find her mother and bring her home.
Cassandra spent some time on her science station, playing around with medicines and chemical compounds, but after that she decided to see if the cauldron would answer her more.
A spaceship behind a large castle appeared. Cassandra knew it must be Strangetown, her dad had taken her to an alien museum there when she was a child.
“Well, Strangetown, prepare to face the wrath of Cassandra Goth,” Cassandra muttered. She would have to perform a summoning spell; something that only worked to summon a Sim if you know where they were. She should check the spaceship crashings files for Strangetown crashings at work, and then she could examine it and scientifically determine if her mother or the clone had something to do with that crash. Back to her safe-have now; the lab.
Alexander entered Mortimer and Cassandra’s lab, his older sister was of course working on something scientific, Watcher knows what.
“Bonehelida has finished dinner, so father says you must come down there. Cass, beware… there’s a disturbing surprise waiting down stairs,” said Alexander.
“Challenged expected,” Nothing surprised Cassandra.
“Ah, Cassandra! Just wait until you hear the news Dina and I have!” Mortimer exclaimed.
“Hi there,” Dina smiled,” How are you, Cassandra?”
Everyone sat down for the lobster thermidor, the Goth’s… abnormal… live-in maid Bonehelida had prepared. Dina was a bit startled when she saw Bonehelida, the first time had been when Michael first introduced her to his weird family and their live-in maid who slept in a coffin in the attic when she wasn’t cleaning or cooking. Dina was still polite to her. Just because Dina was surprised by her and she wasn’t her taste in maid, doesn’t mean she wasn’t going to treat her like everyone else and be open-minded.
“I’m sure you’re all dying to hear my announcement since it’s my announcement! So, I suppose I’ll just go out and say it… Dina and I have engaged in a romantic relationship!” Mortimer announced.
“He’s telling the truth by the way,” Dina smiled once again.
Cassandra observed perceptively while the more outgoing sibling Alexander spoke; “Don’t attempt to hug us, Dina, we’re contagious.”
Dina gave a patient laugh, “Nothing stops me from giving out hugs!”
Alexander scowled and held his tongue.
Dina tried to make conversation,” So, Cass, do –“
“A nickname such as “Cass”, is to be used by close friends and family members, seeing as you are neither, I have decided to revoke your right to call me that!”
“Then I can work on that!”
“Don’t take the land that is rightfully not yours or your village will be burned to the ground and you will get scalped,” Cassandra said with both cryptic-ness and metaphor.
“Um, good advice!”
For the rest of the dinner, Cassandra stayed quiet as usual, getting lost in thought, no one being quite sure what she is thinking – just the norm. Dina did most of the talking. Mortimer continued to fake his trademark smirk; he was so close to breaking completely, so close to dying because Bella was not there next to him. At least this deal and fake relationship would end with her being found. He had many memories of her.
“Doctor Donald Lothario! It is a pleasure to meet you. I need a medical opinion.”
Aaaand that concludes Chapter 2, please excuse the huge size of the pictures, I sized them 1017 and 705 in Chapter 1 and I tried 1000 and 700 for this chapter, but I guess it didn't work, I'll have to play around with that tomorrow. Sooo, I hope you liked it since I worked really hard on it. Comments and polite criticism are always welcomed, so feel free to do either one of those things or really anything as long as it's not trolling. Now, I'm off to read one of the Pretty Little Liars books.
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