Laurel and Hodges Cemetery Crypts
Alice’s throat constricted. She didn’t know why or how, but she knew exactly what—who—he was.
“Have I ever explained the twelve guardians who live along the main river of the Underworld?”
Actually, scratch that. She knew how. And now all those stories Ben insisted on telling her made more sense.
For a moment, she panicked. It was a lot to take in. The wings. The fangs. The blood red eyes. He was the creature from her dream, though for the life of her, she couldn’t understand how that made sense. She’d never seen Vlad like this. And she had certainly never been lost in some kind of magical forest.
Did he know what she was too?
Vlad cleared his throat lightly, and she realized she was staring.
“I…” but she couldn’t finish the sentence. Did he also have a head full of knowledge he never asked for and had no business knowing?
He held his hands up, voice soft, and she could tell he was trying very hard not to scare her. “Alice…”
“I…” She still couldn’t finish the sentence.
He lowered himself slowly to his knees. “I am not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you.”
She shook her head. Alice was one banana bread recipe closer to leaving all this supernatural shit behind. That’s what she had to focus on, repeated it to herself even as the sight of him on his knees, wings spread wide—as if in search of worship or absolution—threatened to undo her.
“I…have to…get up early,” she finished lamely, and then turned on her heel and ran.
Behind her, she heard his pained growl, the sound of stone scraping on stone, but Alice kept running.
She did so until her heels clattered on the cobblestones above the crypts, until the landscape was almost nothing but stars and rolling hills, until she had no idea how she got herself back to the In Between Inn.
He was beautiful to her.
That’s what she wanted to tell him. He wasn’t a monster anymore than zombies or skeletons. He was precisely as the Underworld intended. Alice wanted to ask him a thousand things and let loose every strange secret she had kept for the last 16 years. But the implications of his existence threw all her plans for this being temporary into chaos.
Before she set out on this journey, Alice felt like she was always alone, no friend in this world save for Ben. Now it turned out that had never been true and if she became normal in the next few weeks, she would abandon the only other thing in the Universe that shared her burden.
It was too much. Too big. Too scary.
She paused at door, something inside her begging to go back.
Things had spiraled since she left the confines of StrangerVille. And if she was being honest, she didn’t hate it.
In fact, she was good at it, so good that she worried about herself.
If she took so easily to ghosts and zombies and witches and monsters, what would she become? And would she still be Alice Martin at the end of it?
Pose Pack 25 by Katverse
Goth Poses, Male Stand Poses, Desperate Girl, Buffy Posepack and Scythe by Natalia-Auditore
Vampires Suck Poses by mememuru CC
TS4 Halloween Poses (Grave) by helgatisha
Sitting and Talking Poses by ratboysims
Paloma Dress by Colores Urbanos
From the Sims 4 Gallery
Run Down Country Manor by Aliceonthemoon5
Hollow Cemetery by Kaleidow (I cannot stress enough how absolutely stunning this lot is. Go download it!)
(Shout out to DollyLlama. I had a bit about how disorganized Ben is for a future chapter but a comment she made convinced me now was the time to foreshadow it.)