Interlude: A Bit of Background
Authors note: I was able to get my laptop fixed so TS3 doesn't crash all the time, but now the disk drive needs replaced. Because of this I am unable to even attempt to play TS3 and do not have any pictures for this update. I did play ahead in the dynasty so the next update will have some pictures, there just won't be any for the parts with the Watcher and Adam. I will possibly get a new laptop next saturday, so hopefully this problem will not last long. In the meantime I will try to load the disk everyday and will try to get the screenshots for this update. Sorry for the inconvenience 
Within the Sim Universe, there are ten different realms; the Fairy Realm, the Afterlife, the Wolf Land, the Endless Forest, the Land of Space, the Great Ocean, the Realm of Dreams, the Sim World, the Enchanted Light, and the Dark World.
The Enchanted Light is the strongest of the first nine realms, and watches over them protectively. But then there's the Dark World; the last to be created. It was the result of a terrible, terrible act committed by a young soul who was blinded by jealousy.
This act brought into the universe a new species, one filled with evil, malice, and a strong desire to kill; vampires. Because vampires were created out of hatred, they have no place in the Afterlife. Instead, they go to the Dark World when they die.
The Dark World isn't exactly what you'd call 'pleasant'. It is cursed with everlasting night, yet there are no stars; just a dark, empty void. The grass is not green. In fact, there is no grass at all. The ground is nothing but hard, dry dirt. There are trees, but the trees are dead and barren. In the center of it all is the main house. The floorboards are rotten, the shingles are cracked, and the wallpaper is torn. The entire house seems abandoned and dead. Nothing in this realm is alive. Death and misery press in from all sides, suffocating all who live there. If you listen closely, you can sometimes hear the lonely wails of the vampires condemned to this place for all eternity.
This terrible place is where we find the Watcher's sister, Belladonna. She and her husband, Eric, rule the realm. And this is where they plot their revenge...
(Past: When the Watcher drinks the potion of time)Belladonna leaped through the portal and wheeled around to face her husband.
"We've done it!" she squealed in delight, "We actually succeeded!" She ran over to Eric and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. "You and I are going to rule all the realms," she said, looking up at him.
Eric smiled, but his face became dark as he looked around. "Wait," he said, his expression a mixture of confusion and fury, "What's happening to the sims?"
When Belladonna and Eric first came through the portal, the Dark World was full of all the sims that were taken from Sunset Valley. But one by one, they were vanishing into thin air.
"No!" Belladonna cried. She lunged at the nearest Sim, but her fist closed around empty air as he disappeared. In a matter of minutes, all the sims were gone.
There was a sudden loud rumbling, and the entire Dark World began to shake violently. A vortex opened up in the sky and began to tear the land apart. The dead trees were ripped from the ground with an earsplitting groan, and the portal shot up into the sky.
"Quick!" Belladonna cried as she grabbed Eric's arms, "The protection spell!"
"Tueri incantatores," they murmured, "Tueri incantatores. Tueri incantatores!"
They squeezed their eyes shut as they screamed the spell into the sky. Then the rumbling stopped as suddenly as it had started. The dead trees were back and the vortex was gone, it was as if nothing had happened.
Belladonna let go of her husband and turned away.
"What just happened?" Eric asked her in a panicked shout.
Belladonna didn't answer right away. She stood there quietly, her jaw clenched, her hands balled into fists. Her entire body was trembling with rage.
"Sabrina," she hissed through gritted teeth. She turned back to her husband, fury emanating from her like waves of heat. "She used the Potion of Time, the clock has been reset. The only reason that you and I remember the other timeline is because the protection spell preserved our memories." She paused, then let out a high pitched cackle, "But Sabrina was never told! She doesn't know that the potion will infect her with the Eternal Sleep!" She began to laugh uncontrollably.
Eric smirked at this news. But then became suddenly concerned, " But what if the curse gets broken?"
Belladonna rolled her eyes, "There are only two ways to break the Eternal Sleep. The first is True Love's Kiss. But I took care of Sabrina's true love a long time ago, so that won't be a problem. The other way requires a dynasty founder, but I know just how to stop that." She winked at her husband, then started heading into the trees.
Belladonna walked for hours, facing straight ahead and never slowing her pace. Then she suddenly halted, nothing around her but dead trees. She looked around to make sure she was alone. Satisfied, she extended her hand and murmured, "Revelabunt." A cloud of billowing, black smoke swallowed the space in front of Belladonna. Once it had cleared, a small shack was revealed.
Belladonna smirked, then stepped into the shack. It was small and cramped, with nothing but a spiral staircase leading downwards. She descended the stairs and emerged into a slightly larger, dimly lit room. But the room was completely empty. At least, it appeared to be…
Belladonna stepped forward and examined the wall. “Nineteen down,” she murmured to herself, “twenty-three across.” She counted the bricks, then, satisfied, she pushed one into the wall. It was a button. There was a low rumble, and the wall slide back to reveal a dark, damp room, lit by nothing but a single torch. But this wasn’t just a mere room; it was a dungeon, with a single cell against the wall.
Belladonna moved forward and grabbed the bars of the cell. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she sang sarcastically.
There was a rustling from the back corner of the cell, followed by the clanking of chains. The prisoner stepped forward into the flickering light of the torch. It was a ghost. She was a coppery-brown color, which meant that she had died from some sort of curse. There were chains around her arms and legs, keeping her tethered to the rock wall.
“What do you want, Bella?” the ghost said warily.
Belladonna smirked, satisfied at the ghost’s defeated tone. “I require information from you,” she said, pacing back and forth along the bars of the cell, “It’s about the Eternal Sleep.”
The ghost looked up quickly, “Why?” she questioned, suspicion in her voice, “Are you planning on using it on your sister?” suddenly her voice became dark with fury, “Because if you are, I assure you that no cage will save you from my wrath. And if you even dare to consider the possibility of subjecting your own sister to that kind of torment, I will end you.”
Belladonna took a step back, and, for a split second, there was fear in her eyes… But then that second ended, and the fear was replaced with a burning hatred.
“You think you can threaten me? ME?” she spat, “
I was the one who imprisoned YOU!
I was the one who was able to capture your soul! Not even the Grim Reaper knows the truth! They all think that your soul was destroyed because of the Eternal Sleep!” she cackled, a crazed expression on her face, “I outwitted them! I outwitted ALL of you!” She smiled, pausing. She tilted her head and slowly advanced towards the cell, whispering darkly, “You think you can threaten me with your wrath, Mother? Well, if you think that your wrath is terrifying, let me show you mine!”
And with that, Belladonna raised her hands to the sky. Black smoke appeared, swirling in her palms. She smiled, then, in one quick motion, she brought her fists down and pointed them at her mother. The black smoke shot towards the ghost, engulfing her. She screamed in pain and fell to her knees.
“Trust me, mother!” Belladonna yelled over the ghost’s screams and the roaring of the black smoke, “I am so much more powerful than you can even comprehend! And you will help me kill Sabrina!”
The ghost tried to fight off her daughter’s magic, but she was too weak. “Never! I will NEVER help you!” she screamed at Belladonna. The pain was unbearable; it was as if every bone in her body was breaking. She let out one more bloodcurdling scream, then she fell to the ground, and everything went black.
“Fine,” Belladonna said to her mother’s unconscious body. She began to walk away, then began muttering to herself, “I’ll try a new strategy, at least, for now anyway. It will take time for the curse to affect Sabrina, so there’s no hurry,” she paused and tilted her head, smirking, “Ah, yes… there’s no reason why I can’t recreate that particular spell. After all,” she laughed as she hurried up the stairs, “just because I can’t touch Sabrina, doesn’t mean that I can’t manipulate the dynasty itself!”
