Chapter 3: Night Out
I've learned to drive since last time. It is awesome to be able to teleport around now without using a taxa.
So have Tristan, but his wasn't as exciting, because he didn't get stalked by creepy undeads.
So, the first place I drove in my new car was over to visit Waylon, not surprisingly. We had so much fun. No, not
that kind of fun, it's his brother.
But I had brought some flowers with me and he loved them.
He has the softest lips. When in human form, he's a very attractive man. I have never seen his werewolf form though, since he says I'll be repulsed by it.I don't know, I can't imagine I'd be repulsed by him in any way.
I love him and I know that he is who I want no matter what, so I ended up asking him if he'd like to go steady. He fell silent for a horrible moment where I thought he'd reject me or perhaps even laugh, but then he smiled warmly and happily accepted.
Of course, his mother showed up and we had to act friendly. Not that they like we've made friends, but they like it better than if they knew we're together in a very non-friendly way.
I honestly don't know why werewolves hate us vampires so much though. I mean, vampires are so misunderstood. Of course, we have our small abilities and special way of life, like drinking plasma and sleeping in coffins (on coffins), but we aren't that different from a normal sim.
We sleep together like a family, even if it is in our underground mausoleum and even if it is on coffins. And although we rarely drink together, we love each other very much.
And okay, admitted... my father have his small oddities, but it's not that bad.
This is Bonehilda. She's our undead housemaid. To others, she might seem weird or scary even, but she's a saafe figure for me. My mother died just after my birth, in an accident where she was subjected to the sun for a very long time and turned to ash. I don't remember her very clearly, but my father says she was a beautiful and proud woman, who loved all of us very dearly.
Since I have no memory of her, and Bonehilda has taken care of me and my brother since we were very small, she's almost like a mother to me and I love her as some sort of replacement-mother.
And even she has her oddities, like trying to warm hands without flesh at the fireplace...
Anyways, I'm a nightowl and full moon was approaching, so I had gotten a splendid idea for a romantic(?) night with Waylon. I called him over and we arranged a date to the cemetary during the full moon. It was splendid, and I finally convinced Waylon to let me see his transformed body in the light of the full moon.
We shared many romantic moments under the full moon, watching the passing on the graveyard of both mortals, immortals and undead. And I must say, although his appearance as a werewolf sure could have been better... and less... hairy of sorts... it doesn't change his personality one bit. Some scrathing from time to time and some howls against the moon, but it was actually starngely charming to see his true self.
