The Slightly Eventful Life of Victoria Stephens: Gen 4. : 4.1 Victoria Takes Over (UPDATED OCT 17th 2012)
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A/N: This is a legacy story, and I'm following all legacy rules. There will be all 10 generations in this story, and I'm not 100% sure as to what may happen. This is going to be slightly spontanious, and written casually.
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Hello, everyone. I'm Harmony Stephens. Welcome to my some-what eventful life.

Firstly, let me give you a bit of my back story.

I'm 22 years old, and I moved to the beautiful town of Riverview a little over a month ago. I'm slightly neurotic, very artistic, I'm a perfectionist, I'm very ambitious, and I'm extremely lucky.

I grew up in Bridgeport, and let me tell you, I hated it. Not because of the town, or any of the things that happened there, but because that's where my good-for-nothing family lived, and each one of the 18 years I lived with them were awful.

My mother, Cheryl Peterson, was always too busy for me; I was simply an inconvenience to her, and she hardly ever spoke to me. She was always out at the bars, drinking and trying to get into the VIP sections, trying to do whatever she could to get one of the town celebrities to notice her. She was noticed a few times, and one of those few times resulted in my birth. My mother worked as a spa receptionist, and would occasionally moonlight as a mixologist at one of the more questionable bars in town for extra cash. She would normally be gone all night, and if she came back, it would always be with a man, and they would go back into her room. The moment I heard her door close, I knew I wasn't going to be able to get any sleep.
Why? Simply because our walls were incredibly thin, and I could hear everything that went on in my mothers room. My mother was a neurotic and inappropriate person, but she was also ambitious. She was extremely unlucky, and she had serious commitment issues.

My father was a much more interesting character. My father was none other than the Brandon Stephens, an extremely talented artist and musician. He had a number of masterpieces, and almost everyone knew who he was, including everyone in Bridgeport. He was in town for three days, and a ton of Sims came to see him at the art gallery and each one of the venues he played at. In one of those clubs, on one of those nights, my mother ended up getting into the VIP section. She bought him a few drinks, and went off to her apartment.
Not too long after that, I was born.

From what I've heard about my father, he was a flirt, and he was very lucky. He was obviously artistic, and he had a real gift for music. Apparently, he was also a perfectionist. From the pictures I've seen of him, he was a beautiful man, and I keep getting told that I look a lot like him, although, I personally think I look more like my mother.

Some of you may wonder why I speak of my parents in past tense, and that's rather simple; they both are dead. My father died a week after I was born. He ended up getting into a car accident, and was killed instantly. My mother died a little over a month ago of sickness, and it was with the money she left me that I moved to Riverview. I have been out on my own since I was 18, as I said earlier, and during that time, rather than doing anything productive, I wandered the streets of Bridgeport, hanging out with the wrong people, and doing some things that were questionable. I lived with my cousin, Riley for awhile. Riley and I looked eerily similar, probably because she was on my dads side of the family. The only real difference there was is that she was a blonde, and my hair is a dark red. She was my best friend, but then she met this guy, Allen, and they ran off together. I haven't heard from her in almost a year.

Riley, and the lack of cash, were the only things keeping my in Bridgeport. After I realized that Riley was gone, and not coming back, I got a job at the grocery store, trying to get my life back together.
Not too long after that, my mother passed, giving me enough money to leave.

So, I left and bought a huge plot of land in Riverview. Why? I want to build my home from scratch, I want to create a beautiful home step by step, and maybe when I get older, I want to be able to raise my kids on enough land for them to run, and grow.



My first night in town, I decided to go explore some of the local venues. None of them are anything like the ones back home. But I found a cute little bar and soon enough, I was approached by a few people. I even made some friends with the guy you see me speaking too, Hal Breckenridge, and the man in the background, George Dean. I went out looking for jobs first thing the next morning, and I accepted the first one I could find, and that was a job as a stylist.



My first day on the job was rough, but I got the hang of it and I made about $600. Not bad, right?
Now, if you're wondering why I chose to be a stylist, it's really rather simple, I love fashion. I grew up in a highly fashionable area, and everyone knew how to dress themselves. I lived and breathed it as a teenager, and I thought about maybe trying to be a designer, but I thought in this town, it might be better to style people. My god, was I right. So few people in this town know how to dress themselves, it saddens me.



That day after work, Hal stopped by, and we talked for awhile. He and I flirted a little, but I kept it light, after all, I only met him a short while ago, I didn't want to start anything so soon. I told him about all the people that came in, and that I styled. Including a few celebrities. One that made the biggest impression, however, was one Don Lathario. I mentioned him because he gave me some beautiful purple flowers that were sitting by my station.

Hal laughed a little, and said that he was surprised that I even mentioned it, because he thought people gave me flowers all the time.

"You're seriously beautiful, it's only natural for guys like Don to notice."

I laughed a bit, and shrugged it off. I had not expected him to say something like that. He had successfully made me blush.



A few days later, I had gotten promoted and as a result of that promotion, I had my first in home appointment that afternoon. I went to this woman's home and styled three formal outfits for her, and she hated what I gave her. It took me six tries to get what she wanted. She. Was. So. Damn. Picky. I went back to the salon, and Don came in again.

"Hey, beautiful." He smiled.

"Hello there, Don." I giggled, softly.

"How's it going?"

"It's going fairly well, I can't wait for work to be over."

"Oh?" He questioned, "Why's that?"

"I'm going to a party later," I grinned, "it's going to be a lot of fun."

"I hope so." He smiled, "Are you going with someone?"

His intrest in the matter made me laugh a bit, and I shook my head.

"Nope, I'm just going. It's not going to be too big of a party anyway. More like a little get-together."

"I see," he smiled.

We continued to talk until the end of my break, and I even considered him a good friend by the time the conversation, and slight flirting was over. There was something slightly.... electric about him. There was a pull, and we stood very closely the entire time we talked. He drew me in, he had some of the most amazing looking eyes I'd ever seen, and he looked genuinely happy to see me. Once my break was over, I styled him, and we said I goodbyes, and he promised to call me later.



I went to the party, that was being hosted by Hal. We chatted for awhile, and he was flirting with me. I flirted back, even though I'm not normally such a flirt. It didn't get too intense, but it was pleasant, and I enjoyed the feeling I had when I held his hand. I ended up leaving the party a little early, as I was simply worn out from a tiresome day of work and flirting.

Don actually did call me that night, and we chatted for about an hour, or so. I ended up hanging up with him, telling him that I was starving and I had to go eat something before I went to bed. He apparently thought of that as an acceptable reason to hang up with me, and he promised that he'd talk to me again soon.

Right before I was about to get into bed, Hal called. He asked if I would be interested in going on a date with him on Sunday. I agreed, told him that I had to go to bed, and I would see him on Sunday.



Sunday rolled around and he and I met up at the park. The date was awkward. He tried to flirt with me, but I just wasn't feeling it. He seemed genuinely into me, but I ended up having to end the date when he tried to kiss me and I turned my head, dodging the kiss. I then had to explain to him that the date was too much like hanging out with any other guy friend, and we should remain just friends. He was slightly hurt, but he accepted my wishes.

Later on that evening, I got a call from Don. He insisted that I meet him at this fishing spot up in the mountains, he swore it was beautiful, and totally worth seeing at night. I reluctantly agreed, and I met him up there just after sunset.

I went up there and we chatted for a bit, and again, it felt like there was a magnet in between us, and our conversation became much, much more flirty. We spoke to each other in whispers, and I looked in his eyes. He looked back into mine, and before I knew it...


I was giving him a soft, gentle kiss. It sent fireworks throughout my body. I couldn't believe it! I had never had a kiss that felt like that before. The feeling was intense, even though the kiss was soft.

He smiled at me, and stroked my cheek, softly whispering in my ear, "Do you wanna just sit and maybe watch the stars for a little while?"

"I'd love to."

We sat down and looked at the sky, admiring the stars and how much they shined. I was impressed on how much brighter the stars looked here in Riverview. Especially up here, in the mountains. It was breath taking.




He whispered in my ear, "Do you mind if after we finish here, we go back to your place?"

"For what reason?" I asked, laughing. "Dinner?"

"Sure, we'll start with Dinner. Who knows, though, Miss. Stephens, you might want me to stay longer, for other purposes..."


I giggled, and bit my lip, before looking back at him and speaking in a soft tone, "Well, Mr. Lathario," I paused, "I suppose we'll just have to see."



We both laughed, and he gave me a suggestive smile, and I giggled a little bit. We stayed there a little longer before we got up and headed back to my place, a tiny little home-well, shack, really- and we ate some salad for dinner.

"Why aren't you with anyone, Harmony?" He asked.

"Uh, well, I haven't really been asked to be with anyone."

"Will you be with me?" He asked.

"Like, as your girlfriend?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "As my girlfriend."

"Of course!" I squealed. I kissed him and then, because I didn't have a couch, we ended up sitting on my bed and talking, which ended up to laying on the bed and flirting, and that led to kissing, and well, of course that led to...



I gotta say, it was the best woohoo I think I've ever had. He was good, very good, and when we finished, I was exhausted, and thankful that I had the next day off.

We slept in late, and I woke up at about 11 to go and make breakfast. Don was in the shower, I could hear it running. I ate my breakfast and put Don's in the fridge. I had just finished cleaning up when he came out, and smiled at me. I noticed that he looked different, but I didn't really think of that too much until he came closer to me.



He kissed me good morning and I could not believe how incredible it felt when his cool lips touched mine. I opened my eyes, and smiled at him, and as soon as he locked eyes with me, I immediately knew, he had transformed into a Vampire.

I almost jumped back, slightly startled, but he held onto me, comfortingly, and said not to worry. He found out that morning, and he had been turned without wanting to be. I told him that it was okay, I wasn't going to dump him just because he was a vampire. After all, I grew up in Bridgeport, I had come across more than my fair share of vampires, and as a teenager, half of my friends were indeed vampires. He was relieved, and kissed me again, telling me how happy he was that I wasn't mad at him. I kissed him again, showing him that it didn't matter to me that he was a vampire, just as long as he didn't try to kill me. He laughed, and promised me he wouldn't, but he did say he might bite me once or twice. I laughed and told him that was okay, and that I wouldn't mind if he bit me.

He gave me a sexy grin and said he had to go out for some plasma fruit, and he said he'd be back after nightfall. I smiled and told him okay, but not to be gone for too long.

After he left, I chuckled to myself. I was dating a vampire.
A really, really sexy vampire....
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A/N: Just so everyone knows, I did not want Don to be a vampire, nor did I think he was when I had them start going out. I know that storyline is really overplayed, but I'm just letting the game play out. I might cure him later on, I might not, but either way, I think it's a cool twist in the story!


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