I might eventually re-start this Legacy – as I now have Late Night re-installed, so I could move forward with my original plan.

But for now, I’m beginning to work on a new story. I’ve already posted the prologue, but now that I have Seasons I’m able to tweak it a little bit, so I’m not promoting it yet.

WARNING!: This chapter contains sensitive material that some might find appalling in a legacy.

Too bad. That’s why I’m warning you now. (:

I felt pin pricks all over, just knowing someone was watching me.

And it was confirmed when I saw a man standing in front of the window that was right in front of my lab set.

I jumped. What the-

He motioned his head towards my door, and I grimaced. As he began walking to the door, I pulled off the lab coat, goggles, and blue slip dress before opening my door.

“Ms. Fortune?” He asked as soon as I stepped outside.

“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth, “is this something so important that you had to come to me at this time of night?”

He stepped forward. “My name is Thorton Wolff; I was your father’s boss at the office. I had already offered your mother my condolences, and I’m here to offer you them as well.”

“Well…thanks.” I said awkwardly, “Now, I have dinner on the stove-“

“No you don’t,” He narrowed his eyes. I glared.

“Then I’ll be more direct. I find it weird for anyone to stand in front of someone’s window to get their attention. I automatically don’t like you, so leave.” I went to turn on my heel and immediately lock the door, but he roughly grabbed my arm and made me face him.

And then he kissed me.

I was stunned. When he pulled away, he had this smug look on his face. I did the first thing that came to mind – slap him. I slapped him until my hand was numb, until his face was cherry red.

“What the hell are you thinking?! Get the hell of my property!”

Then I ran. I slammed my front door shut and ran into my room, leaning against the wall.

“Holy shit, what just-“

The door creaked open, and Thorton’s face was right in the gap, grinning. Then he pushed the entire door open and I stumbled forward, putting a hand to my chest.

He didn’t say anything after that. He didn’t even need to.

He threw me onto my bed…and then he raped me.

First thing I did in the morning was attend the interview I had with the local Science Institution. While I nailed it, they gave me an entrance level position: Test Subject.

I took a class on gardening – ew – and handiness, I spent my afternoon fiddling with a chemistry set.

At, maybe, nine o’clock, after creating another potion, I realized something.

I had no friends.

Hell, the only people I knew were from Smuggs, which, in retrospect, weren’t friends at all.

So I took a taxi over to Central Park, hoping to find some one.

Once I arrived, I saw someone sitting all alone. Figuring that it would be better to talk to someone alone rather than having people around, I made my way over to him and smiled.

“Hi,”

He looked up at me, looking a little irritated. I noticed his lab coat.

“Do you work at the Landgraab Science Facility?” He chuckled a bit before standing up.

“Nah, but I’m a Gene Therapist at the Hospital. My wife’s family actually owns the Science Facility, though.”

I nervously chuckled. While I was hoping to just meet a co-worker…I got the freaking owner instead.

“Oh! Well it’s very nice to meet you, sir. I’m Viper Fortune, new worker at the facility.”

He stuck out his hand. “Geoffrey Landgraab!” He grinned before looking at his watch. “Whoops, gotta go. The wife wanted me home by ten. See ya later, Viper!” He hurried over to his car before driving away.

I shuddered. Were all people like him here?! He was strange.

Seeing that the park was deserted, I took a taxi back home and went to bed.

Once I woke up, I immediately went to my Chemistry set.  But before I could even get properly dressed, I got a phone call. Geoffrey.

…Really? Who calls someone at seven in the morning on a Saturday?

I wasn’t listening half the time he was talking about whatever, until he started talking about his school days at Smuggs. That was when I actually replied to him, and we actually talked for a good half hour. Well, until Mrs. Langraab started yelling about something and he excused himself.

After that, I went to the library. After all, the facility stressed the fact that I needed to be able to grow plants successfully to get a promotion. And since I refused to grow a garden, I guessed reading up on gardening would be a sufficient replacement.

And reading wasn’t that bad…except for the fact that some random lady sat right next to me.

As soon as I placed the gardening book back on the shelf, my phone rang. The librarian glared at me, but I still answered it, quietly.

“Hello?” I whispered. The voice on the other line was loud, and a voice I didn’t recognize. It proceeded to ask me if I could assist the local business office with some bills those currently on staff couldn’t understand. At first I began to refuse, but they told me that those currently on staff were not only new at their positions, but lacked intelligence. And I would be paid in cash. I gave in.

“Well, I certainly have intelligence…” I trailed off, smirking. Not only did I need the money…but hey, why not use my brains to help out those less fortunate?

A thousand simoleons later, I received another phone call…but this one was from my mom. I declined. It was a good day, I didn’t need her to ruin it. So I just headed back to my house, so I could dedicate the rest of my day to science.

And when I got home, I had the creepiest feeling of being watched…

Greetings mortals.

I don’t know why you’re here, nor do I care.

But I suppose you won’t go away until I do a little story-telling, correct? – Don’t answer that, I know I’m right.

So, I will show you how I got here. How I ended up in a town I’d only ever heard of with – no, that part’s a surprise.

See that enchanting young lass above? That’s me; teenager, roughly 16 years old.

I was raised in a hell hole called Sunset Valley. With my “parents”.

While they are my real parents, Aristed and Juju Fortune were never real parents to me at all. While only my mother was legally insane – a trait which many say I inherited recessively – they were both not only work obsessed, but they always forgot that they had a child. Nice, huh?

Do you see our deck? The prison-style bed? Yep, that’s mine. The interior designer insisted that another bed inside the house would ruin everything, and I had to do some heavy convincing to even have my parents let me have a bed on the deck: “What if I break in the couch? Make the seats sink? Drool on the arm chair?”

Of course, being the loving mother she was, Juju only agreed when the designer suggested putting a rose-vine-thing between the patio set and my bed so my mother wouldn’t have to look at it when she and my father dined outside.

And whenever I bought something for myself that I couldn’t fit in my pocket, it had to go in our backyard; out of sight. Our backyard, mind you, is the result of a good-sized hill and a pain in the ass to walk down.

Chemistry, anatomy and physiology, physics…those were the only things that I was interested in. School was at the top of my hate list. And I rarely attended. Actually, the only time I went to school was when we had a Science test, that I always beasted.

My parents didn’t care until the principle called our house – interrupting father from his phone call – and said that I would stay back if my lack of attendance continued.

Their brilliant plan? Send me off to Smuggsworth Prep.

I spent a good year and a half there, only returning for summer break. That was a perk, I suppose.

And when I left that school…fate would have it that my father died moments before I stepped in the front door.

Of course I did nothing to help him, nor did I watch, as death took him away.

I celebrated my own happiness instead.

Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. I don’t really care.

But anyway. I called up the real estate agency I had been contacting while in Smuggsworth and made a deposit on the house I was looking to buy. They told me the keys were in the mailbox, and I took a taxi to my new home.

And this is where I will leave off- What – Oh. I never did introduce myself, did I?

My name is Viper Fortune.

But, from this point on until where I am right now, has to be the worst time of my life.

Why haven’t I loaded the first real chapter yet, you might ask?

First off, the world hates me. Fo realz.

Secondly, my computer pretty much crashed and doesn’t want to work anymore, so we have to send it back to the manufacturer and get something replaced…so I now have a laptop.

The trouble with it? Crappy memory. It worked perfectly fine with the base sims and Generations in it, but it didn’t work with Late Night and with Pets installed now it works for a good minute then completely freezes, but I REFUSE to uninstall and lose all the adorableness I’ve made.

REFUSE.

Anyway, I’m just letting ya’ll know this and if this ever gets fixed, I’ll have to re-do the prologue without Late Night – insert my cries of agony to be left without the clubs, vampies, etc.

So I would like to leave you off with a few pictures:

Here I am posing with a “dancer”! 😀

My hubby (;

Me with my real life doggie, Sadie (: ❤

 And, hopefully, the Fortunes will be back soon. (;

So my computer decided to crash and delete my legacy file, so until work, school, and life permits to get my game up to speed, I’ll be able to post more.

The names Bekkah, or sleazysuperstar. Planning on my first legacy, The Fortune Legacy. Sadly, it’s not ready to be published but I wanted to make this as soon as I could, so I could not only keep track of my favorite legacies on here, but so I could start writing the legacy out as soon as possible.