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4/10/08 02:09 pm - The Heights - Episode 1.6 - Alpine Heights



   Amy Bachman had been walking around her house, trying her best to tidy while being called back and for to her dads bedside. Her eyelids felt heavy, and all she wanted to do was get some sleep.
   From the kitchen she heard a soft humming of a tune she couldn't quite put her finger on. She wandered into the room to find her daughter, Daisy, at the stove.
   "Hey, hun."
   Daisy looked up, startled. "Oh, hey. How's gramps?"
   "He's okay, finally getting some rest," she told her. "What are you making?"
   "Cheesecake. It was slow in the bakery today, so I decided I would come back here and get things ready for tomorrow morning. Hopefully I can sleep a little later if I get everything ready before I sleep."
   "Did you lock up?" Amy wanted to know.
   "Of course. Mom, you look so tired. Go take a nap, I'll go tend to gramps if he calls out," Daisy offered.
   "Oh no, I couldn't. There's too much to do."
   "Go! Now!" Daisy ordered.
   Amy sighed, there was no doubting she needed to sleep. "Fine. If you need anything, wake me."
   "Sleep tight, mom."



   After Clair had let the students out of her studio, she headed upstairs and into her beat up old office. She had accounts to do. So when she was about to sit down and get started, and there was a knock on the door, she cursed under her breath.
   "Come in," she said reluctantly.
   The door creaked open and a man wearing gymwear stepped in. "Sorry to disturb you."
   Clair could feel her face blush. She looked him over, her eyes scanning over his clearly good body, then up to his eyes that she felt herself getting lost in. "Hey," was all she said.
   "I'm Max Storeford. I bought the building next door," he told her, taking a look at the bookcase held up with blocks and wondering what kind of place this was.
   "Oh! I was wondering when the place was going to open."
   "Well, very soon. I'm opening a gym, the only one in town I hear. Well, that's part of the reason I'm here. I have a proposition for you."
   Clair looked at him, confused. "What's that?"
   "My gym is, well, smaller than I had hoped. So, I was thinking. You have a lovely space here, and a good business it seems. How much do you want for it?"
   Clair was stunned. Of all the things she thought he was going to say, that wasn't one of them. "My studio isn't for sale, I'm sorry."
   "I'll pay you double what it's worth."
   "That's generous, but still. This is my life, and I'm not going to sell," Clair told him, more sternly this time.
   "I'm sorry to hear that. See you around, neighbour."
   Clair watched him leave, and as soon as the door closed she fell into the chair. There was something about him, when she told him no, that made her uneasy. She just didn't know what it was that made her feel that way.




   "Erm.....hey," Sam said.
   "Hey there. Which door is the bathroom?" Brad asked.
   "There," Sam told him, pointing.
   "Thanks."



   Sam burst into Jade's bedroom when Brad was out of sight and closed the door. "What the hell, Jade?"
   "Excuse me?" Jade asked, confused.
   "I walk upstairs and there's a half naked guy in the hall. I'm sick of it, Jade."
   "Chill out, will you?"
   Sam was furious. "No! I'm tired of you bring people here without asking first. I'm tired of seeing half naked strangers in my house."
   Jade rolled her eyes. "It's just because you are not getting any."
   "Next time, tell me when you are bringing someone here...Okay?" Sam yelled, ignoring Jade's comment.
   "Yes, sir. Now get out of my room."
   Sam stormed off, slamming the door and walking into her own bedroom where she could finally relax. As soon as she got into bed, she could hear laughing from the next room.
   It was going to be another long night.




   "Try and keep it down," Jade said to Brad. "Sam is getting uptight again."
   "You're the one who needs to keep it down," he teased and pulled her under the covers.



   "I'm about to do it," Andrew Mills said and hung up the phone.



   "Hello?" Daniel said as he picked up the phone. He was slightly angry at the time whoever was calling had chosen.
   "Sir, it's Cliff at the office. I just wanted to let you know that the planning permission has been approved. We're a go."
   "That's great news! I'll see you tomorrow, Cliff. I'm tired."
   "Of course Daniel, I just thought I should tell you. End your day on a high note."
   "Very thoughtful. Goodnight, Cliff. See you tomorrow."
   Daniel hung up and turned to Sharon, who was sitting in bed reading.
   "Good news?" she asked.
   "Yes. I'm building The Carol Mall right here in town."



   Andrew looked into the mirror. He was messy, covered in blood. The metallic smell filled his senses. Yet that was not the cause of the buzz he felt. It had been a good, clean, job. No slip ups, just in and out...the way he liked me.
   He washed the blood off his face, took off the bloody clothes, and went into the bedroom where his lovely wife slept, unaware.
   As Andrew drifted off to sleep, he felt happy. Life was perfect, and death made it even more so.


 

4/7/08 05:11 pm - The Heights - Episode 1.5 - Alpine Heights







   "That was great!" Clair Hansfield said, clapping as she made her way over to the group. "Really well done."
   "Thanks," they all said together.
   "You all look beat. Let's call it a night, and we'll go through it all this weekend. The big show is in a month, so we have to get it prefect. We're not far off guys. See you all next week."



   Milly Donna walked out of the Clair's Studio and let the cool afternoon breeze wash over her. A few stray hairs fluttered over her face, and she brushed them away. She heard the door opening, and a voice said: "You okay?"
   "Fine," she said.
   Maxwell Harrison stood next to her and took her hand in his. "Sure?"
   "Just worried about this show. I know Clair say's we're doing good, but I don't know. I just think I need to do more work," she told him.
   "You're great, hun. You have the moves down, you look so pretty. You're going to knock them dead."
   "You're so sweet, Max. If only you weren't gay," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
   Maxwell kissed the top of her head. "Sorry hun. Come on, ice cream on me."
   "I'd rather it in a bowl," she said.
   "Whatever the lady wants," he giggled.




   Daniel walked into the office where he knew Sharon would be working and cleared his throat. She looked up from the laptop and smiled. "Hey honey. How was work?"
   "Stressful. How was your day?"
   "I wrote ten pages. I guess I was in the zone or something," she told him and saved her work.
   "That is good! I look forward to reading it."
   "My publisher is breathing down my neck for the next novel. The Missy Thompson series is selling beyond what any of us expected, so they are eager to get this one on the shelves," she said, her voice full of pride.
   "I'm looking forward to seeing what Missy does next."
   "I don't know how many more Missy novels I can write. I'd like to try something new, but the publishers want these books."
   "Why don't you write this one, and then try something else?"
   "We'll see," Sharon said and picked up the laptop. "I'm going to the bedroom to work a little more."



   Jack stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. He left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom where he bumped into Jake, who grabbed hold of him. "Hey cutie."
   "You scared me!" Jack said. "You're lucky I love you."
   Jake and Jack kissed, then looked into each others eyes. "I love you too," Jake said.
   "How excited are you about this club we're opening?" Jack asked, already knowing the answer.
   "I can't wait. It will be the hottest place in town," Jake replied, giving his boyfriend another kiss, and pushing him onto the bed.

 

3/27/08 12:41 pm - The Heights - Episode 1.4 - Alpine Heights

 

   "I'm so sorry, Brad. I had no idea the café would be closed today. I was looking forward to hanging out there," Jade apologized.
   "Don't worry about it. Thanks for offering to cook," Brad replied.
   "Well, I may have misled you there. When I say cook, I mean put some salad on a plate and boil some eggs," she said and laughed.
   "Sounds good," he replied laughing.
   Jade pulled into her driveway and turned to Brad. "I'm glad we are hanging out."
   Brad smiled that charming smile, and said. "Me too. Really glad."



   Jade showed Brad to the dining room and hurried into the kitchen to make some food. She grabbed some salad, tossed it into a bowel and got to work on the eggs. So consumed was she that she didn't notice Sam washing dishes.
   "Hey?" Sam said from behind her.
   Jade jumped, almost dropping the bowl, and turned. "I didn't see you there."
   "What are you doing home to soon?" Sam wanted to know.
   "The café was closed so I decided to just make food here. I hope that's okay?"
   Sam sighed. "Well it's a little late asking me now, isn't it?"
   "Do you want us to leave?" Jade asked, still making lunch.
   "No. Just keep it down, I'm going to read."
   Jade didn't notice Sam leave the room, and said. "Okay, will do. Pass the salt?"
   Silence.
   "Sam?"



   "We’ve been seeing what you wanted, got us cornered right now
Fallen asleep from our vanity, might cost us our lives
I hear they’re getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now
They’re coming down the hills from behind

When we start killing
It’s all coming down right now
From the nightmare we’ve created,
I want to be awakened somehow

When we start killing it all will be falling down
From the Hell that we’re in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing..."

   "What do you think?" Carrie Rogers asked as she put the mic. down.
   They had been trying to find the right cover song to add into their set for a few days. They had tried different styles, but nothing seemed right. The boys, Troy Stephens and Rick Logan, had been suggesting some black metal songs for them to try, but Carrie had found it too hard to cope with. The band, Nightscape, were a Opera Metal band...often compared to Nightwish (when they had Tarja Turunen fronting the band) as Carrie was a classically trained soprano. They had, however, created their own style combining the classical singing with trash, and Carrie's death growls and screams.
   "I think it will work. Come on, let's just add it to the set list already so we can start gigging again," Rick Logan said as he put his drum sticks down and grabbed a bottle of water.
   Tess Carol put down her bass and stood next to Carrie, whom she looked up to the most. She had joined the band two months ago when the bassist quit and left town. She had thought the chances of her being allowed to join were slim, as she had no experience and of her age. However, Carrie had been something in her and had allowed her to join.
   Carrie hadn't regretted it.
   "I'll be back in a second," Tess told the group and left the room.



   Carrie followed Tess out of the room and touched her should when she caught up with her. "What's the matter?"
   "Oh nothing, just that while I'm playing all I can think about is how my family will think I'm wasting me time with all this."
   "Why would they think that?" Carrie asked.
   "Because my family have said on more than one occasion that rock music isn't real music, and that I shouldn't ever waste my time with it," Tess told her.
   "Honey, it's your life and you can live it how ever you wish."
   Tess turned to her with tears threatening to fall. "I'm a Carol. I have to live up to the standards of the family. It's not about what I want, it's about what they want. I have to go," she said, and fled.
   Carrie called after her, but the only response she got was the slamming of the front door. It was true that the town looked at the Carol family as a sort of royalty, the people others want to be like. However she had no idea Tess had that much pressure on her shoulders.
   She felt for her.




(Death Growls: 'Death growl, also known as growled vocals is a vocalization style usually employed by vocalists of the death metal music genre, but also used in a variety of other heavy metal subgenres. Wikipedia)

3/26/08 03:15 pm - The Heights - Episode 1.3 - Alpine Heights

 

   "Are you serious?" Jake asked, trying to let the news sink in but finding it hard.
   "I am. I can arrange a viewing today if you like,"
   "That would be great. Thanks."
   As Jake hung up the phone and set it down, he was filled with a sense of hope and joy. He had to go and tell Jack.



   As he pushed open the door to the spare bedroom, he could hardly contain his excitement. Jack was in the middle of a game of pool, with himself, and Jake smiled a little at the sight of him taking it so seriously. His face was set in a look of total concentration. 
   "I just got off the phone."
   Jack clipped the white bal just off centre and sent the ball in the wrong direction. "Damn it."
   "Sorry," Jake said, trying to hold back a chuckle. "I just got off the phone. Jerry has found us a place, and we can look at it today."
   "That's great!"
   "So get your coat, we're walking," Jake told him.
   Confused, Jack followed Jake out of the room. "Walking?"
   "It's on the next street over. Come on."



   Jade was restless.
   She hated waiting. Every muscle in her body was tense, and all she could do was wander around the house and move things, change things, an sigh here and there.
   As Sam typed out the finishing touches to her next article, this one about the tomato that had won the local fair for its size and wonderful colour, she could hear Jade in the kitchen cursing at the pots for not staying where they should and for, apparently, not being shiny enough.
   When Jade was restless, Sam was restless. The wonders of roommates.
   Sam was frustrated about the poor job she had been assigned, so having Jade muttering to herself while she tried to work was driving her insane. She typed harder on the keyboard, gritting her teeth.
   "What you doing?" Jade asked in a childlike way.
   Sam jumped, startled. "Oh! Damn it, Jade, you scared me."
   "Sorry. But, really, what are you doing?"
   "Writing a pointless article."
   Jade could see she wasn't the only one who was tense. "Cool. Well, I'm about to go out with this guy I met yesterday. He's so hot, you have no idea."
   Sam rolled her eyes. She really couldn't care less about her dates at this point, but she couldn't really ignore Jade. "What's his name?"
   "Brad. I'm sure you'll like him."
   Sam rolled her eyes once more. She knew she'd soon be meeting him.




   "Oh I love it," Jack said as he and Jake stepped into the empty space. "It needs some work, but I know it will be perfect."
   Jake looked around the space, already planning every detail. "I don't see a reason for us not to get this place. It's wonderful."
   "Get Jerry on the phone, now, and tell him to get his ass over here. He's got himself a sale."

3/23/08 10:01 pm - The Heights - Episode 1.2 - Alpine Heights



   As he held Chair close to him, Tony Hansfield could smell the coconut shampoo she always used...and it made him feel a sense of stability. He knew they loved each other, as much five years together (and two of those years married) as they ever did. He knew that he would come home and she would be there for him, and he would be there for her. It was right, everything about their life together.
   "You know, I've been thinking," he said as they both watched a movie.
   "What's that?" she asked, moving tighter against him.
   "Why don't we have a baby?"
   He felt her body suddenly tense up, every muscle becoming tighter. Her smile faded, and she couldn't turn her head towards him. "Really? A baby, wow."
   "Well we've been married for two years and we both love each other. I mean, it just seems like the right thing to do. Don't you think?" he asked, removing his arm from her shoulders.
   Clair nervously played with her hair and bit her bottom lip. It was such a shock, so sudden he had asked her, that she didn't know what to say. She loved him, and wanted his children...but so soon? "Well, I've got a lot of work to do with the studio and I'm not sure I can dedicate any time away from it. I do want kids, but it's not the right time."
   Tony shifted in his seat, and she knew he was clearly upset. Yet all he said was: "Well, I understand. I'm going to get some popcorn, do you want anything?"
   "No thanks."
   She watched him leave the room, and when he was out of sight, she sighed and covered her eyes with her hands. She hated the fact she had upset him, but she couldn't lie. Not about something this big. It was life changing, not something she wanted to rush into.
   And there was also a small part of her that wondered if she wanted kids at all. It was so small she didn't really notice it a lot, mostly buried in her subconscious. But at times like this, it gave her a gently poke to remind her that that doubt was there.
   Hidden under the surface.



   Daniel sat next to the vice president of his company, Cliff Jenkins, and all his worries seemed to settle down for a while. He looked over the list that had been placed in front of him, names of men and women who Cliff thought would do a good job at running the failing store.
   "I've highlighted the ones I think will be best at this," Cliff told him in his usual calm tone.
   "I'll take a look at them and let you know who I like before I leave tonight," he told Cliff, his tone no where near as calm. He was stressed, no doubt about it.
   "There's the matter of the mall to address. I've been on a call all morning to the planning department about it, and they've said the number of objections has gone up again. The total is thirty-three, which isn't good at all. I think we're in trouble here."
   Daniel clenched his fists and cursed under his breath. "I knew something like this would happen. Why can't people see this mall will bring jobs and money into the town?"
   "Most are concerned it will also bring more building to the town, and that the mountains will soon be ruined with malls and new houses. I can understand what they are feeling to be honest, Daniel."
   "Look, I get it. I don't want to see the town ruined either as I've lived here all my life, and my family have lived here for generations. I've promised we will keep the building in keeping with the style of the town and not go higher than one floor. I've done all I can to make people see this will be a good thing, so why are they fighting me?" Daniel asked, his frustration growing by the second.
   "They told me they will have their decision by tonight. I'll work late to take the call and then let you know," Cliff told him. "If it's okay with you, Daniel, I'll go now. I have to make some calls and then take my lunch break."
   "Yes, yes, of course. I'll stop by your office before I leave."



   The sound of Tim laughing never failed to make Sophie Mills laugh right along with him. She could not take her eyes off him, could not put him down. He was everything to her, and to her husband, Andrew. As she tickled his tummy, Tim tried to grab her finger. She pulled her finger away, then tried to tickle him again, sending him into a fit of laughter.
   From the corner of the room, Andrew looked up from his book. He smiled as he watched his wife playing with their son. It was a picture that never failed to warm him, the one thing he needed to remind him just how wonderful his life was.
   "M...m....mom," Tim said after a loud burst of laughter.
   "Oh my God, Andrew, did you hear that?" Sophie almost screamed.
   "I sure did," he replied as he got up and walked over to them both.
   "His first word! Can you say it again? Mom," Sophie prompted.
   Tim seemed to think it over, putting his finger in his mouth and looking towards the ceiling. "M....mom."
   "That's it!! Oh honey, I love you."
   Andrew put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. "I love you both."



   Amy Bachman let the warm water run over her hands. It felt good to be able to feel something for once, as for the past few months it seemed that her whole existence had numbed her. Her life had become her father, since he had been diagnosed with lung cancer. She had been taking care of him for over a year, and worked in the family business whenever she could. She was always tired, but never had the time to sleep.
   She loved her father, but sometimes she wondered if it would be easier without him around anymore. That thought always sent a chill down her spine and a pang of guilt through her soul.



   Milly Beach sat across from her twin brother Mike and she remembered the last time she saw him. It had been two years ago, just before he had moved to Arizona with his then girlfriend. They had hugged, said a mild goodbye, and then he was gone. She didn't think of him much, as their relationship had always been strained by their lack of likewise interests. They had never been normal twins, never really wanted to spend every waking second together.
   So when she had opened the front door and Mike was standing there, she was surprised by the joy she felt at seeing him again.
   "Are you going to say something?" he asked.
   Milly snapped out of her thought and looked at her brother. "Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something."
   "Are you sure I can stay? It's just until I fine somewhere I can rent," Mike asked her.
   "Of course I don't mind. We have a spare room but it's not much," she told him. "There's a lot of crap in there."
   "As long as there is a bed I'm fine. I can step over the junk," he joked.
   Milly got up and pointed to his room "Your room, bathroom next to it and of course this is the kitchen and living room."
   "Quaint," Mike said as he took a real look around.
   "It's not much but there's a great view of the ocean from the front of the house, and because this is the smallest house on the street it was also the cheapest."
   "No, I like it. I think I'm going to test out that bed, I'm beat," Mike told her as he headed for his new room. "Thanks, sis."
   "No problem," she said and sank back into the chair. A sudden thought had taken over, What if my boyfriend isn't happy with him staying here. She hadn't even considered him in this. She only hoped he would be okay with it. If not, there could be trouble.



   Steff Carol took in a huge gulp of air and exhaled. She could feel herself getting calmer and calmer, feel all her inner powers of healing at work. She could hear the chirp of the birds around her. She could smell the grass, the roses, and the sweet scent of jasmine coming from the outdoor candles. She let the good feelings take over her, pushing out the stresses of the day.
   So when her sister, Tess, sat next to her and sighed, Steff was startled. "You scared me."
   "Sorry, but you were just sitting here," Tess said.
   "I was in a state of rest," Steff told her. "What is it?"
   "What do you mean?"
   Steff sighed. "Every time you come see me it's to talk about something. So spill."
   "Well, Jeff and I broke up."
   Steff put her arm around her younger sister and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry to hear that."
   "I guess it's for the best. It's just, he was so nice to me up until yesterday and everything changed. I just don't know what I did."
   "I'm sure it was nothing to do with you sweetie. Men are confusing."
   Tess could feel the tears building, but tried her hardest to suppress them. "Thanks for being there for me."
   "You know I always am. Hey, come on, let's go get some ice cream," Steff suggested.
   Tess smiled. "You always know how to cheer me up."

 

3/23/08 07:38 pm - The Heights - Episode 1 - Alpine Heights



   Daniel Carol held the phone in his hands as steadily as he could and listened to the person on the other end of the line.
   He had spent his entire life building his empire, The Carol Store chain. So hearing these words shook his very foundation. "I don't understand how this can happen."
   "The store has been going downhill for a while now sir, but we all thought the new manager could sort it out. Clearly we were wrong."
   "We need to get that man out of my store and find someone who can actually do their job," Daniel said, his voice raised a little more than he had wanted.
   "I will head over there right now sir, and sort this out."
   "Good. I'll be in touch," Daniel told him and put down the phone. He rested his head against the cool, yellow wall and let out a sigh. He had spent too long building up the store chain to let someone bring one of this many stores to its knees. If he had to go down there himself and run it, he would, rather than let it go out of business. Yet he knew that wouldn't happen.
   He hoped it wouldn't come to that.



   He left the study and headed towards the living room where he knew his wife, Sharon, was sitting. He could smell her perfume, a heavenly scent of roses. As he walked around the corner, she looked up from the book she was reading and smiled at him, that lovely smile that never failed to warm his heart and send his troubles away.
   "Hey sweetie," he said and placed a loving kiss upon her forehead.
   "I heard you raise your voice. Is everything okay?" she asked, closing her book.
   "Just something to do with work. It's nothing to worry about."
   Sharon smiled. "If you need to talk to me about anything, I'm always here."
   Daniel returned the smile she was still showing him, yet his was no where near as real as hers. It felt as if everything he had worked for could be in danger. His investments in Europe were doing okay, but not as he had expected. Maybe he was worrying too much?
   He hoped it was just that, worry, and nothing more.
   His life was good. He had a lovely wife, two daughters, Steff and Tess, and everything he could ever need. Yet he worried, worried too much. It was a weakness he hid well in the boardroom, hid well from everyone but Sharon.




   Kelly Strong poured the eggs with red and green peppers into a frying pan and set it on the counter. She listening to her sons talking, and couldn't help but smile. She had had her eldest, Troy, when she was just fifteen, and then Mark when she was seventeen, with a man she thought she loved. Yet he had left her just two months after Mark was born, and left her to raise her boys alone. She had done well, considering what she was up against. Neighbours has always helped her when she needed to go to work, taking care of them and making sure they got home from school safely. She had been lucky, in some respects.
   So looking at her boys, her lovely boys, she was filled with pride. They had not lived in Alpine Heights long, eight months, but already they were settling down.
   Hopefully she would too, and find a job, because what little savings she did have left would soon be gone...and they would be in trouble.



   Sam James sighed at her picture in the newspaper. She had always hated the fact they printed the worse one next to her column. It was as if they were trying to show her flaws, although she knew they were not.
   She read over what she had written, a story about the fire that had burned a coffee shop to the ground a few miles out of the town. It was okay, but not her best work. She had been stuck with small stories for months, and it was one mistake that had taken her down this path.
   A local man had reported his wife dead, and it was Sam who had covered the story in the local newspaper. It all seemed to show a suicide, however a tip given to Sam by a normally good contact seemed to show foul play. So, she had run with it and printed what turned out to be an untrue story. She was still haunted by it to this day, and ever since she had made one hundred percent sure her contacts information was good.
   "Stupid thing," she said as threw the paper into the ground.
   Jade Doyle looked away from The Young And The Restless for a second, turning her head straight back to it when she had noted what had happened. "What's wrong?" she asked, not really interested.
   "I wish my boss would give me a break already. I mean, I try my best to write good stuff but he has still not forgiven me for that one mistake."
   "Ask him for something better?" Jade suggested.
   "I guess I should. It's just..."
   "It's just nothing. Get off your ass and ask him girl."
   Sam sighed at her roommates attitude. She hated to cause a scene at work, hated causing any scene at all. She didn't know if she could ask him. Her shyness had always pushed her backwards in her life. It was always the same story, repeated over and over. She didn't want to argue with Jade about it, not that she could anyway, so she get up and headed for the kitchen where a cold glass of ices tea had her name on it.




   Jack Adel had been writing notes for an hour. He looked at the page and wondered how his pen still had any ink left. The figures on the page made for grim reading, and he knew that as soon as Jake Andrews came into the room he was going to have to break the bad news.
   On cue, Jake knocked on the door and walked in. "Hey hun, so what's the word?"
   "I think that even if we sell the cars, we will struggle to get the money together for that building," Jack told him.
   Jake sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I knew it. We should be looking for a smaller place."
   "I know that, but that building was perfect. Maybe I'm setting my sights too high, but I want this club to be perfect," Jack told him. "I want it to be ours."
   "We can make a smaller building ours, it's just going to take more work. I'll get on the phone with Sandy and see if I can't get him to show us a really nice place, with just a little less space."
   Jack nodded and picked up his pen once more. He waited until Jake left the room before starting work again, rechecking the numbers. It was their dream to open the first rock and heavy metal club in Alpine Heights. The town was small, but it drew in a good crowd on the weekends. The only club Alpine Heights had had closed six months before, the owner packing up and leaving the country to be with his sick mother, and Jack had set his sights on getting it and opening his own place there. So the fact the numbers didn't stack up and money was tight made him more than just upset.
   It made him angry.
   Hopefully Jake could find something just as good. But it would never be the same as the old Alpine club. The place screamed out for him to take over.

1/18/08 03:34 pm - Tragic Kingdom - Episode 24.7



   Sophie Snowstep sat at her dining room table and a coffee and stared into the dark brown liquid. Steam drifted into the air, and she wondered what it would feel like to just drift into the sky and float away herself.
   "Honey?" Noah said as she sat next to her. "Are you okay?"
   "Not really. My face is ruined."
   "You're still beautiful," he told her.
   Sophie pushed her mug away from her. "I'm not. Look at me."
   "I think you are stunning. You can get the scar fixed if you really want to do it."
   "I have to. My life is over if I don't, isn't it?" she stood up, her chair falling over, and ran out of the room.




   "I can't see anything," Toffee England said as they stopped in the dirty kitchen.
   Dawn Sundale took a look around the room. She look at the old sofa, sheets covering a lump. "What about that?" she said as the sheets fell onto the floor.



   "What the hell are you doing in my house?" a small voice asked.
   Dawn and Toffee walked over to the sofa. "Oh my God. Sam," Dawn said as Sam Swift sat up and looked at them with tired eyes.

 

1/18/08 02:43 pm - Tragic Kingdom - Episode 24.6



   Dawn Sundale pulled up behind Mike Jaydon's car. It was a surprise to see it here as he was meant to be in the studio all day. She walked around to the back of the house and found him up to his ankles in mud.
   "What are you doing?" she asked as she walked over to him.
   Mike spun around, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Just helping out."
   "Do the builders know you're digging?"
   "Yes. They went for a break and I asked if I could help out. I like being hands on."
   Dawn smiled as she kissed him. "Now I guess I have mud on my face."
   "You look beautiful," he told her as he put down the shovel.
   Dawn brushed off some dirt from his shirt and placed another kiss on his lips, the lips she loved so much. "I can't keep away from the place. I just want everything to be perfect here."
   "It will be. We'll make it our home," he told her.
   Dawn looked into his eyes, and she knew he was right. He'd been so amazing, through everything. She'd not felt this happy for a long time, not since her late husband was still alive. She finally felt she could move on, make a new life. She'd never forget her old one, the one that had given her Holly and Poppy and so much joy.
   She loved Mike. More than she could ever express.




   "That's amazing," Josh Hallow said as he walked into the studio to find Holly painting.
   Holly Sundale was lost in brush strokes. Her hand swept lightly over the canvas, every detail had to be perfect.
   "Holly?" Josh said, touching her shoulder.
   "Oh," she said, startled. "I didn't hear you."
   "I said that your painting is amazing."
   "Thanks. I was just bored so I decided to paint something."
   "You have a real talent, you know," he told her, looking closer at her work.
   Holly shrugged. "It's just a hobby. I'm not sure I can make anything out of it, like a career."
   "Isn't that new neighbour of yours an artist? Maybe you can show her some of your work, get her professional eye on them."
   "I don't know," Holly replied.
   "What have you got to lose?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
   Holly looked at her painting. She enjoyed it, a lot, and it had always been her dream to do something creative with her life. It couldn't hurt to ask Sharon Copper to look at them.



   "Thanks for taking me out for this walk," Toffee England said to Dawn Sundale.
   "What are sisters for?" Dawn asked, squeezing Toffee's hand.
   "It's just been so hard to figure out what Wes is thinking."
   Dawn frowned. "He's just going through something that neither of us can understand. I'm sure he'll realize what an ass he's being and come back home."
   "The thing is, Dawn, I'm not sure I want him back. Since the plane crash, he's been so different. I'm not sure I can stay with him if he does come back," Toffee admitted.
   "Wait and see what happens. Everything is still raw at the moment, you may feel different in a few days."
   "I guess."
   But she wasn't so sure.



   "Did you hear that?" Dawn asked as they passed an old house.
   "What?"
   "This house is empty right?"
   Toffee snapped out of her own thoughts and looked up at the house. "Yeah. I think I remember the old couple who lived were pretty famous locally. They made good cakes or owned a cake shop...I don't know."
   "I'm sure I heard something from inside."
   "Want to check it out, detective?" Toffee teased.
   Dawn kept looking at the building. "Yeah, I think I should."



   "Had a good day?" Andy White asked his wife, Ruby.
   "Cleaning, cooking, making sure the kids have done their homework. Loads of fun."
   "I guess you're in a bad mood?"
   Ruby sighed as she washed another mug. "I'm just tired. Sorry to take it out on you."
   Andy kissed the back of her neck. "It's okay. I'm just glad you're here with me."
   "I love this town. I'm glad we moved, and I don't have any doubts anymore."
   "Good. I'm going to take a shower and then help you with dinner," he told her.
   "Thanks," she replied.

1/17/08 08:34 pm - Tragic Kingdom - Episode 24.5



   Roz Tillville picked up her ringing phone. "Hello?"
   "You'll probably not remember me if you're smart, Roz, but I hope you do."
   The voice sent a chill down her spine. Memories flooded her mind, past mistakes from a life she wanted to leave behind. "What do you want?"
   "So you do remember me. Good. You'll remember, Roz, that I know a lot about you. I know more about you than Chris ever did. I heard about his, accident. I'm so sorry."
   Roz gritted her teeth and snapped: "Stay out of my life."
   "No need to get angry, Roz. I'm having a little problem with, well, money. I need some. So here's what's going to happen. You'll give me $500,000 and I'll keep your secrets. Sounds like a fair trade to me."
   "You can't do this to me. I left you and my old life behind me. I'm a better person."
   "I'm sure you are, although I've had a few old friends check up on you and you've been seen at some swinger parties. Clearly you've not changed as much as you think, honey. Get the money together, and I'll call you with a place to meet."
   Before she could say anything else, the like went dead. Roz slammed it back onto the wall, anger filling her veins. How could this happen after all these years? She couldn't let it, she had to get that money...and fast.



   She didn't notice Todd Skyson walking over to her. Inside her mind, thoughts were rushing around, phantoms of a past she'd rather forget.
   "You alright?" he asked as he walked past her.
   Roz turned to him, a numb expression upon her face. "What?"
   "What's wrong?"
   "Nothing," she lied. "I'm just thinking."
   "Have fun with that. I've packed everything of mine that was here. I just wanted to say goodbye."
   "Take care of yourself," she said and walked away.
   He stood for a few moments, wondering where it all went wrong. One stupid word to a friend over the phone, and she'd ended it all. Maybe this was for the best, after all she seemed to have more issues than he first thought. But he loved her.
   He's miss her.



   "I've looked through all of these options, and I can't find one cake I like," Randi Stevens huffed, turning yet another page.
   "Who knew planning a wedding would be so frustrating."
   "Me," she giggled. "But I'm crazy enough to want to go all out on this."
   "I'm crazy enough about you to go alone with it," Clark Jefferson laughed.
   Randi turned to him. "I can't wait to spend my life with you."
   Clark smiled and reach out for her hand. "I feel the same."
   "What about this one?" she asked, pointing out a lovely, floral design. "Too girly?"
   "I'd be happy with a chocolate cake. It's up to you, honey."
   "Then I think this is the one."




   "Keela," Susan Almer yelled as she came home to hear loud music coming from the backyard.
   "What?" Keela yelled back.
   Susan walked around the corner to find her sunbathing, and not doing the chores like she was asked to do. "What the hell are you doing out here?"
   "Mom, I'm just relaxing. Maybe you should try it."
   Susan clenched her fists. "Clean the living room, like I asked you this morning."
   "I'll do it later," Keela said as she rubbed more lotion on her skin.
   "If you don't do it be this evening, I'm going to take away your car, your music, and anything else that makes your life worth living," Susan threatened.
   "Sure, whatever," Keela replied. "You're in my sun, mom."

 

1/17/08 07:53 pm - Tragic Kingdom - Episode 24.4



   Dawn Sundale entered the police headquarters. She was about to call for the elevator when she heard someone call out to her from one of the desks.
   "Hey, Dawn," Andy White called over.
   "Oh, hey Andy. I didn't see you there."
   "How are things?" he asked.
   Dawn sighed. "Busy. I'm working on a tough case, and with the work on my house still ongoing it seems I'm never able to sleep."
   "It's got to be tough."
   "Sure is. How are thing with you?" Dawn asked, sitting on the edge of his desk.
   "Good. I wanted to tell you that I moved the family into town last week. We bought a house not that far from here."
   "Oh wow! When did you decide you wanted to move here?" Dawn asked.
   "We've been talking about it for a long time. It may sound a little horrible on our part, but after the crash house prices in this area went down...and finally we could afford to move here. I hated to taking advantage of that, but I had to travel three hour a day to get here and back. It just seemed like time we took the plunge."
   "You shouldn't feel guilty about taking advantage of that. Your kids go to school here, you work here. You have to do what you can to make family life easier."
   "We had to get out of that old place. It wasn't big enough, the area was declining," Andy told her.
   "You'll have to bring the family over for a meal at my place when it, you know, has all its walls standing," Dawn giggled.
   Andy stood up. "Will do. Thanks. I have to go talk to Jenny, so I'll walk you up if you like?"
   Dawn smiled. "Sure. I miss working with you, Andy."
   Andy took her hand. "I miss working with you too."



   Carol Manson knocked lightly on Rick Dartford's door, and after a while of silence pushed the door open. She found him sitting at his desk with a pen and paper, making notes and thinking hard.
   "You scared me," he said as he looked up and saw her standing there.
   Carol came closer. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to check on you."
   "I'm just trying to figure out where that money has gone."
   "I've looked into it myself, but it seems to have vanished," Carol told him.
   "Someone is out to get me, I know it. You have to believe me, honey. I didn't do this."
   Carol went around to him and kissed his head. "I love you. I believe you."
   "Good. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, or this town. This is my home."




   Toffee England didn't hear Wes coming into the room. She had been sucked into the world of Jane Rizzoli on the hunt for The Surgeon. She looked up as Wes closed the door. "Hey," she said, shutting the Tess Gerritsen book.
   "I talked to Anna the other day. She told me she loved me, and wants me back."
   "What?" Toffee yelled. "How dare she."
   "She's offering me a family. She's offering me a lot more than what I have here. I'm sorry, Toffee, but I've decided I'm going to go with her," he told her.
   Toffee dropped the book to the floor. "What?" she asked, stunned.
   "My life is over with here. You won't leave with me, so what other choice do I have? I love you, but I can't stay here with you. I'm so sorry, Toffee."
   He wheeled himself out, leaving Toffee in a flood of tears.

 

1/7/08 05:35 pm - Tragic Kingdom - Episode 24.3



   Carol Manson finished writing her e-mail and pressed send. She was about to start another one when the office door opened and Rick Dartford walked in. "You're back."
   "They made me stay there overnight for questioning. They posted bail and I paid it."
   "You look tired. Go back to the house and wash up and get some rest," Carol told him.
   "Don't you want to know if I did this?" Rick asked, coming closer to her.
   "Unless you tell me otherwise, I'm going to think you didn't."
   "I didn't. I've been set up, or this is just a mistake. I'm going to find out, either way."
   "Go home, Rick. You're tired."
   "I'm also in big trouble here. Being tired is the least of my worries."
   Before Carol could answer, Rick had walked out of the office. She sighed. There was so much to do, her to-do list kept growing by the second, that she didn't have the time to go after him. She opened another e-mail and started to type.



   Tim Rons opened his e-mail and noticed a name in his inbox that he's been waiting to hear from. He clicked it and read:
   Tim,
   We had to let you know who leave as we've not got enough to hold him. He didn't tell us anything, and to be honest I'm thinking that this might just be a mistake. If you want me to get him, you'll have to come up with more proof.
    Tim closed it and sighed, rubbing a hand across his tired face. Rick was going to be hard to get rid of it seemed.



   Tia Young let her brother, Ramon Cassar, into her new house and shut the door tightly, locking it. Ever since she'd taken the overdose, she's felt overwhelmed by the outside world, fearing that it may drive her back to do something stupid again.
   "How are you doing?" he asked as he sat down.
   Tia took a seat next to him. "Okay I guess."
   "Are you taking the pills Doctor Blackgreen gave you?"
   "Yes, Ramon, I'm taking the pills."
   "No need to yell, little hermana. You need to calm down a little. I'm worried about you."
   Tia stood up, heading for the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?"
   "No thanks. I have to get going."
   Tia stopped before she went into the kitchen. "You always run away when I need you most."
   "You said you were okay."
   Tia closed her eyes, the temptation to yell at him building. "Just go," she told him and headed upstairs.

(Note: Hermana=Sister, spanish)

1/7/08 04:19 pm - Tragic Kingdom - Episode 24.2



   "Hey dad," Noah Snowstep said as he walked into the sun room. "Have you taken a look around?"
   Their house had been rebuilt, one of the first in town, and it was finally time for them to move back in. "It's nice. You've done yourself proud with it, Noah."
   "I'm glad you like it. It cost a little more than I'd have liked, but seeing it now I know it was worth it."
   "How's Sophie holding up?" Monty asked.
   Noah sighed, looking out of the windows and feeling dejected. "She's still finding it hard. I think she needs her confidence building up before she can try and fix anything."
   "Maybe getting back into a routine will help her?"
   "I hope so. I know that we all need to move on, I just hope she can pull it together sooner rather than later. For her sake, as well as ours."
   Noah headed for the door, patting Monty's shoulder as he passed.
   "I'll be out in a second," Monty told him. "I'd like to take another look around."
   "Sure thing dad."



   Sophie Snowstep stared into the mirror. The reflection she saw made her whole body tremble. Her cheek throbbed, but it was more of an emotion ache than a real pain. All of her life she had used her looks, became famous with them. Her modelling as a teenager, her acting as an adult, had all stemmed from her looks.
   Now, all she saw was the scars on her face. The marks of a damaged woman. She'd tried so hard after the planes came down to try and focus on the future, but now it all seemed so pointless. Her face was a constant reminder of what happened. It was a constant pain inside of her.
   She ran a finger over the scar, gently feeling the cause of her pain. How was she going to get over all of this? How was she going to move on?
   It all seemed to far from reach.

 

   "Are we going to the hospital together?" Angel Blackgreen asked as she came into the kitchen.
   Mark stood at the sink, watching some birds in the garden. "I'm going to be home late tonight. I have a meeting at six."
   "What meeting?" Angel asked as she poured herself a coffee.
   "The board wants to discuss the budget. It's going to be a fun evening."
   Angel stood close to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. When you get home, we can watch a movie or something if you like?"
   "Sure. At least we both have tomorrow off."
   "We should go to the park with the kids," Angel suggested.
   "Sounds great."
   "I'm going to leave in a second. Do you need anything before I go?"
   Mark turned to her and kissed her softly. "Nope, I've got everything I need."



   Holly Sundale stood in the studio, watching Vegas Almer play Halo by Machine Head. She watched his fingers strumming, his expression one of utter focus. The kiss that had taken place the day before was a huge mistake. She loved Josh. So why was she now watching him? She needed to forget about the kiss....or she may lose everything.

 

12/23/07 02:47 pm - Tragic Kingdom - Episode 24.1



   Carol Manson sighed as she listened again to the annoying music playing while she was on hold. The company she was on hold with were going to get an ear full when they finally graced her with their time. She was looking out of the windows of her new office, the building they had moved to so much bigger than the old Town Hall. The old Town Hall had been inspected, and had failed. Brick was crumbling. The roof needed major work. The foundation had cracks that would take a lot of money to fix. So, it was decided to move to a new building. It was a lovely place, and there was hardly any work to be done on it, which Carol was thankful for.
   The rebuilding of the town was still taking place. Millions had been donated to help them create the town it had once been. There were still problems, big ones, that needed to be fixed. Yet it was comforting to have the money there. It was a blanket the town needed.
    Finally, a voice said: "Hello, Miss Manson?"
   "Finally," Carol replied. "I have been waiting for ten minutes."
   "I'm so sorry. We're really busy here."
   "I'm sure, but so am I. Look. I've been waiting for a crew to be sent over for a week, and we've still not heard anything from you, let alone seen any sign of your team."
   "We have a lot of private jobs on our books at the moment. People want us to help them rebuild their homes."
   Carol rolled her eyes. "I understand that. It's just we have a lot of public buildings that need to be made safe again. People are losing money. Please, get a team of builders over here today. Even if it's just a small team to get started."
   "I'll see what I can do."
   Carol put the phone down and took a seat at her desk. She rubbed her temples, trying to dispell the headache that was building. It was going to be a tough few weeks, she knew it.



   "What do you think?" Grace Roundhouse asked Ellie Moore as she took her into the living room of her new apartment.
   "It's nice. Better than the old place."
   "There is a problem. I only have one extra bedroom here, so unless you and Rachael want to share...one of you might have to find a new place," Grace told her.
   Ellie folded her arms. "Why do you want to stay with you?"
   "Both of you, but I just don't have the space in this apartment."
   "I'll make this easy for us all. I'll go," Ellie said and turned for the door.
   "You can stay on the sofa until you find a place," Grace told her.
   Ellie turned to face Grace once more. "No thanks. I'll be fine."
   Before Grace could say anymore, Ellie slammed the door. She sighed. This really wasn't what she wanted. There was just no room for the three of them. Her old apartment had been bigger. This one used to be a townhouse before it was converted into apartments. She hated letting one of her friends down. But there was no other way.




   "I can't believe this is my house," Dawn Sundale said as she and Mike Jaydon looked around.
   "It shouldn't be long before everything is back to normal," Mike reassured.
   Dawn looked out of the open walls. The builders had just left, and had told her that when the wing of the plane hit the building it had cracked the foundation pretty bad. It was going to take a lot of work to fix everything up.
   "Everything looks so different."
   "The whole town is starting to look different. We'll make a nice home here."
   "I can't wait to start building a life with you. This house has so many great memories, but there is still so much more space to add more. I'm glad I'm making them with you," Dawn said, taking Mike's hand into hers and holding it tightly...never wanting to let go.
   Mike put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. No more words were needed.

 

10/18/07 10:28 pm - Tragic Kingdom Outtakes! 2



Outtake from: Episode 19
Dawn Sundale clearly thinks Toffee England needs a shower after being on the road for days.



Outtake from: Episode 14
Grace Roundhouse: "Okay, okay..wait..I'll get it."



Outtake from: Episode 14
Grace: "People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time...."



Outtake from: Episode 14
Grace: "Come on Ming, it's Black Sabbath."
Ming: "I have to go now."





Outtake from: Episode 18
Mr. Penguin come to the coffee shop where Mike and Dawn are having a date.
Mr. Penguin: "So you see, Mr. Half Completed Snowman, school is where I learned to speak English.
What's that? Yes, I am rather good at it. Excuse me a minute."
Mike: "Hello little Penguin. May I pet you?"
Mr. Penguin. "It's rather degrading, but what the hell."
Mike: "Your very soft."
Mr. Penguin: "Yeah yeah. If you would excuse me, I have a hot date with that snowman. And I believe you have someone waiting for you too."
Mike: "Oh, Dawn..right."



Outtake from: Episode 1 of Fear.
Roz Tillville clearly doesn't understand the concept of the story Fear. While the others are stranded in the forest, she think it's just another place to take a stroll.



Outtake from: Episode 19
When asked if she is looking forward to having lunch with the girls, Roz Tillville said: "hmm fla fla."
We left her alone thereafter.



Outtake from: Episode 20
Sophie Snowstep: "It goes like this. Left arm out, right arm out...wiggle and frown."
Noah: "I want a divorce."



Outtake from: Episode 20
The Sundale's dog Tinker.
Despite fetch finishing hours before, Tinker think it's okay to keep the stick. She even eats with it in her mouth.

10/18/07 10:05 pm - Tragic Kingdom Outtakes!

Sometimes, taking a picture is harder than it sounds. Sims tend to have a mind of their own, and even with Free Will turned firmly off, they can decide to move around or pull a silly face. Here is a collection of outtakes from Tragic Kingdom.



Outtake from: Episode 7
Grace Roundhouse clearly doesn't like her new situation.



Outtakes from: Episode 8
The judge in Ming Stonewalk's trail seems slightly bored.



Outtake from: Episode 8
Toffee Waterday (now Toffee England) is so angry with Peter that she is about to kung-fu his butt.



Outtakes from: Episode 11
Dawn is clearly surprised her mother turned up.
Ever see that o'rly owl? haha.



Outtake from: Episode 16
Angel Blackgreen really can't hold it.


Outtake from: Episode 18
Chad Leaves isn't feeling all that hot today.





Outtake from: Episode 17
Chris Tillville thinks he's a kangaroo. Sadly, he didn't have a pouch, and when he was looking for one he hand a slight mishap. Toffee England didn't seem to mind the blood.
It all worked out in the end. Chris found the baby Joey he had been looking for.
(No residents were seriously harmed in this scene. Chris recovered well, and is now living with his baby kangaroo in Hawaii)

10/18/07 09:53 pm - Tragic Kingdom Stuff!

Cast: Updated 18th October 2007

Key:
Active Residents - Red
Inactive Residents - Blue
Deceased Residents - Black
Infrequent Appearances - Green
Original Residents - *

Dawn Sundale*
1-??
Holly Sundale*
1-???
Poppy Sundale*
1-???
Nathan Sundale*
6-???
Mel Sundale
11-???
Richard Sundale
11-???
Noah Snowstep*
1-???
Sophie Snowstep*
1-???
Steve Snowstep*
1-???
Monty Snowstep
4-???
Maggie Snowstep
4-11?
Toffee England*
1-???
Peter Waterday*
1-9, 13-??
Roz Tillville*
1-??
Chris Tillville*
1-5, 15-18
Ming Stonewalk*
1-23
CJ Stonewalk*
1-??
Matthew Stonewalk*
1-2
Lucy Rubyshine*
1-12, 17-??
Roger Rubyshine*
1-12
Maria-Rose Rubyshine*
1-12
Josh Rubyshine*
1-12
Angel Blackgreen*
1-??
Mark Blackgreen*
1-??
Conner Blackgreen
16-??
Lilith Blackgreen
16-??
Carol Manson
4-??
Emma Manson
4-??
Wendy Beach
4-22
Wes England
4-??
Grace Roundhouse
7-??
Mike Jaydon
10-??
Todd Skyson
12-??
Jess Peterson
9-??
Red Peterson
Rick Dartford
14-??
9-12
Tia Young
7-??
Walt Young
7-11
Ramon Cassar
17-??
Josh Hallow
8-??
Randi Stevens
5, 16-??
Clark Jefferson
16-??
Edward Smith
17-??
Jake Swift*
1-4
Suzzie Swift*
1-4
Sam Swift*
1-9, 12-17, 24-??
Judy Spears
17-??
Sharon Copper
21-??
Ellie Moore
12-13, 24-??
Rachel Tild
12, 15
Quentin Leaves
12-??
Jane Leaves
12-??
Rochelle Leaves
12-??
Chad Leaves
12-??
Andy White
8-10, 17-18 21-??
Ruby White
24-??
Ellen White
??-??
Bruno White
??-??
Jason White
??-??
Tim Rons
15-??
Jenny Coolige
5-6, 12, 21-??
Vegas Almer
23-??
Keela Almer
23-??
Susan Almer
24-??
Tiffi Walters
23-??
Jenny Beach
23-??
Stacey Woods
9-10, 20-21
Kidnapper 1&2
7-8
Terry Roundhouse
10
Sid East
14, 16, 18
Anna Monday
21, 23
Dr. Maria Clark
20
Mike’s Band:
Matt Strong
Kelly Square
Stephen Hutson
Dean McDowel
17, 21
Dustin Thorn
16-18
Amanda West
12-17
Andrew Perri
24-???

Special Guests:
Gwen Stefani
3
Gavin Rossdale
3

Bands Mentioned:
No Doubt
Megadeth
Evanescence
Nirvana
Angela Gossow (Arch Enemy)
Andrea Ferro (Lacuna Coil)
Kittie
Machine Head
(Seen any bands in the story I've missed out? Let me know!)

Trivia:
Coming Soon!!

Outtakes:
 

10/15/07 10:53 pm - The Temptation - Part 5.6

2 Months Later




   "Fifi Laturé, on you have been charged with the murders of Detective Rick Marcus, and the murders of ten other people. We know that there were more, however evidence is lacking to prove those cases were your doing. I see no other option. I sentence you to life imprisonment, with possible parole in fifty years, which I know you will not get. You have shown no remorse for your crimes, and actually seem proud of them. I don't know whether you have given up the fight over the past few weeks, but what I do know is that your lack of defence has been your own downfall.
   "Thank you ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you are dismissed."



   "Are you sure?" Mel asked as she hugged Sam tight.
   "I am. I need to get out of here for a while. I'm going to stay in a hotel a few miles out of the city and think. Thank you for having me here."
   "Your always welcome sweet pea."
   Susan joined in the hug. "If you decide to go, you know we'll understand, right?"
   Sam wiped away the tears. "I do. I really have no idea what I'm going to do next. Everything is over with, the case and my job. I can't believe it all ended this way."
   "You'll be fine, I know it. If you don't leave now, I'm going to be in tears and I wanted to be strong," Mel told her as she opened the front door.
   "Good luck," Susan whispered as she passed by her.
   "I'll miss you both, but I'll call when I can."

Present Day



   "It's hard to see you like this," Tom said as he pulled away from a lingering kiss.
   "Thank you for meeting me here, Tom. I needed to say goodbye to him once more, but I also needed to say goodbye to you," Sam said softly, the words hurting.
   "I wish you would stay, but I know you've thought long and hard over the past few months. It's right, isn't it?"
   Sam nodded. "It is. I can't pretend I have a future here anymore. I need to start over."
   "The past two months, since the trial, have been so hard Sam. I've missed you, and I know it'll feel this way for a while to come. However, I know you need to break free. We'll have to meet up again, one day, to catch up."
   "Of course. I give you my word. Listen, I have to go. My plane leaves in an hour."
   With one final kiss, Sam turned away from Tom and the place where Rick would remain for the rest of eternity.



   Sam couldn't look back. She was leaving life behind, the people she loved and the job she had been taken away from. It was heart wrenching, but she knew it was right. She had to let go, to let herself be free again and to start over in a place where the evils of her past couldn't taunt her anymore. She had never felt so sure, never known something was so right. She had to leave.
   Whatever the future held, she knew she could cope with it. A rebirth of her entire being was starting at this point. She knew there were eyes on her back. Tom's, the only real thing inside the graveyard. The girl who was ready to be set free into whatever awaited her in death. And, most importantly, Rick. She knew he was there, saying his last goodbye as she had done not ten minutes before.
   
   Goodbye is the hardest word to say. But everything ends, and we must say with each passing day. Goodbye, a simple word with so much emotion. However does the little word support everything it has to carry?

   We are all tempted by the world we live in. Everything, everywhere, is a new adventure. However, some of us can't help by take the temptation of blood. Bloodlust runs in all of us, set by the time past where we had to fight to survive. As we evolved, most of our primitive nature depleted. Yet why is it some of us are so weak that we return to this? Do we all have this in us, to kill? We never know who around us is....
   Are you tempted?

The End.
The Temptation:
Created and Written by Ross.

10/15/07 10:19 pm - The Temptation - Part 5.5



   Sam burst out of the station house and headed for her car. As she was about to get in, someone rushed over to her and called out. "Sam."
   She turned, startled. "Liam! What are you doing here?"
   "Just passing. You okay?"
   "I just got fired. I can't deal with explaining it, Liam. Can you please drive me home? My hands are shaking."
   "Of course."



   "Sam, wait," Anna yelled as she rushed outside.
   "What?"
   "Chandler wants to talk, but only to you."
   Sam looked Anna in the eyes. "I don't work here anymore."
   "Screw it. I need you here, Sam. Smits and Internal Affairs can kiss my ass. Today, I need you here to help. Please," Anna pleaded.
   "Everything okay?" Liam asked from inside the car.
   Sam needed to decide, fast. She had lost her job, but she also wanted to nail these two. "Liam, I'll be out in an hour or so. Can you just drive around or something, until I call?"
   "Sure."
   "Anna. I'll do it."




   "I'm listening," Sam said as she sat down, turning on the recorder. She knew this was her final time in the station house, her final interview with a suspect. A part of her life was ending. A new chapter awaited, yet the contents were too scary to think about just yet. She needed to focus on this, not think about her job or the future.
   "About two years ago, I met Fifi at a party. We started dating. It wasn't until a year ago that I found out about the murders. She had killed before, and I found a necklace she had taken from one of her victims that was all over the news. It was expensive, one of a kind.
   "I confronted her, but she has a way with me. She sucks you into her like a black hole, and I started to believe she was doing it to help the people she killed. It sounds stupid, and you can believe what you wish, however this is the truth. I loved her, and I thought she was helping them because they were suffering. I started to help her clean up her messes. I knew she was sick, deep down, so I wanted to protect her. I wanted her with me, I wanted her to be safe from the law. I don't know why, and I regret it now."
   "How many people has she killed?"
   "Thirty, always in pairs for some reason. She likes to play games before they die, something I didn't know about until a month or two ago. She's not helping them, she's toying with them. I knew I needed to stop her, but I couldn't."
   Sam stared at him, feeling so numb. How could she do those things, for fun. She actually seemed like a nice person, if not a little bitchy. "Are you prepared to testify?"
   "Yes, in return for walk. I know you can make it happen, as I didn't help her kill and I'm trying to put her behind bars."
   "I'll talk to the D.A and see what I can do. Is there anything else, Chandler?"
   "No, Detective Cardlins. I think I've said all I can."
   "Good, because I don't think I can listen to it anymore. You could have saved so many lives."
   "I know that, and I have to live with it."
   Sam stopped at the door. "Good. I hope it hurts."



   "Fifi Laturé," Sam said as she entered the cell. "I'm arresting you for murder."
   Tom read her her rights as Sam watched. Watching them finally nail the person who did these crimes felt like a weight being lifted from the entire city. It felt so good to see her getting what she deserved.
   "I didn't do anything!" she protested.
   "Save it for the trial," Tom ordered as they took her out of the room.

 

10/15/07 09:28 pm - The Temptation - Part 5.4



   "I want a deal," Fifi said as soon as Sam sat down. "But I want to know some things about it first."
   "Okay."
   "How many years am I looking at if I go for this deal?"
   Sam leaned a little closer to her. "For murdering a detective? Even with this deal, your looking at twenty years minimum."
   Fifi's face dropped. "That's not what I expected."
   "It's better than life."
   "I guess. If I took the deal, how do I know you are not going to screw me over?"
   "We'll get a D.A. in here to watch us write this all down on paper and he will formalize it for us."
   "I need more time."
   "Of course."



   "Anna," Smits said as she walked over to her. "Thanks for letting me change in the locker room."
   "No problem."
   "While I was down there, I got a call from my boss. It's not good news for Detective Cardlins. I'm afraid they've decided that the shooting was bad, and they Cardlins shouldn't be out on the streets. Sam had been fired."
   Anna's jaw dropped. "You have to be kidding me."
   "Look. Someone had it in for her. Personally, I wanted a good outcome on this one. But, I can't stop the higher ups when they have a bug up their ass about a detective. I'm sorry, Anna."



  "You should be sorry. You've destroyed a brilliant detective today, Smits. I hope you can sleep soundly tonight," Anna snapped as Smits walked away.



   Sam came out of the interview room to find Anna waiting for her.
  "Sam. Smits just told me the verdict from Internal Affairs. I'm afraid it's bad. I need your badge and gun as they've fired you."
   Stunned, Sam staggered back a little. "How can they do this?"
   "I'm so sorry, Sam."



   Anna backed away as Sam walked forward, clearly angry beyond reason. "What are you going to do?"
   Sam stopped in front of her. "Getting my gun from my desk."
   "If I could do anything, I would. You know this, right?"
   "What does it matter? Here," she said, handing her the badge that had been her life for as long as she could remember.
   "I'm so sorry," Anna repeated.
   "So am I. I'll clean out my desk when I'm not so angry, if that's okay?"
   Anna watched as Sam stormed out of the building.

 

10/15/07 08:39 pm - The Temptation - Part 5.3



   Sam did what she was told. She didn't have the strength to fight Anna anymore. Her tiredness hit her in a wave, and she realized she had been awake for over 24 hours. She looked out over the city, the city that would soon be waking up for another day. Would any of them have a life changing event happen to them today? Some would, and sadly not all will be for the best.
   Realizing her depressing thoughts, she focused on what she was seeing instead. A couple leaving their home, both carrying briefcases and wearing suits. Probably going into work early to get a head start on the mountains of paperwork everyone seemed to be covered in these days. A man walking his dog passed them, the little dog skipping along, happy with it's simple life. A few cars were making their way through the city, all heading to some unknown place.
   Sam sighed. From behind her, Anna called out. "Sam."
   She spun around to face her.
   "Come on. We've got to interview Fifi."



   "You know that you're going to be charged with the murder of Rick Marcus, so we'll leave that for now. What we're interested in is Chandler and your involvement in the murders that have been taking place over the past few weeks," Anna begun.
   "We've not had any involvement in those," Fifi said.
   "We have DNA evidence proving you were at the last crime scene," Tom pointed out.
   "It could have got there in many different ways."
   "You just happened to stop by an abandoned house one day?" Sam said sarcastically.
   Fifi grinned at her. "Maybe."
   "Come on, Fifi. Everyone in this room knows that one or both of you were involved," Anna said.
   "What happened? Chandler started killing people and one day you found out, and he managed to spin it just the right way, and you wanted to see one of his killings for yourself?" Sam asked, trying to work her the best way she knew how.
   "I'm still waiting for a lawyer."
   "One is coming. We just want to chat, see if we can't help you out here. With a lawyer, he will want you to enter a plea and get this all over with. We want a statement, and maybe we can get you a deal?"
   "What sort of deal?"
   Anna smiled inwardly. This was the best way to get what you wanted from a perp. "You tell us everything, and maybe we can see about getting your sentence reduced on the shooting tonight."
   Sam turned to Anna. "Your kidding?"
   "Sam, please."
   Sam stood, heading for the door. "That bitch needs to pay for killing Rick. I can't sit here and see her get anything less that what she deserves."
   Anna kept her eyes on Fifi. "She means that. She'll try and screw you to the wall. Tell us everything, and I give you my word you'll get a reduced sentence."
   Fifi's eyebrows were raised, and she was very interested. "Let me think?"
   "Sure. Tom, lets leave Fifi to think it over."



   Sam sank into her chair. She hoped the play would work. Anna had whispered the plan to her before they went in. Sam, bad cop, Anna, good cop. Sam did want to screw her for killing Rick, but if a deal would put them both away then it was worth letting her escape with less. Rick would have done the same thing. He always saw the bigger picture, even when things were at their worst.
   As she sat, watching her computer load Windows, and heard someone clearing their throat. "Sam?"
   "Detective Smits. Now REALLY isn't a good time for that shooting shit."
   "I just had to let you know that we'll have a verdict on your case in a few hours. You should get ready for the chance that this might not work out the way you want it to."
   "Just what I needed."
   "I'm sorry to hear about Detective Marcus. He was a good detective."
   "He was. I'm busy, so if that's it?"
   "Yeah. I'll be hanging around waiting for a call. I'll find you when I get it."
   Sam stood up. Anger filled her once more, and she needed to vent. She headed downstairs.



   The morning that had seemed to far away finally appeared, and before anyone in the station house knew it, the sun was out and shining down upon the earth. Sam stood in front of Chandler, the man who could have killed so many, and could hardly contain her anger. For months they had tried to find the killer, and he could have been under their noses all along.
   "Do you want something?" he asked in a cool manor, as if this was an everyday event in his life.
   "I want so many things. I want the lives of those you killed back. I want the life of my friend back. Yet, I can't get them back, can I?"
   "Not unless your into zombies darling."
   "You have no idea how much I hate you. It feels like someone is stabbing my heart every time I see you."
   "A little dramatic."
   Sam clenched her fists, ready to strike him. "I'm going to hurt you Chandler. No one knows I'm down here, and no one can hear you scream."
   "Isn't that from a movie?"



   Anna rushed inside, grabbing her arm. "Sam. Don't do it."
   "Let me go."
   "Just get out of here, Sam."
   "She's a live wire," Chandler said as Sam left the room.
   Anna shot him a glace. "Shut up, okay."
   Anna followed Sam outside the cell. "Listen. I should send you home. I didn't before because I decided you would be needed around here. However, if you keep acting like this, I'm going to suspend you. Got it? Now, Fifi wants to talk to you, alone. Get up there."
   Before Sam could reply, Anna stormed off.

 
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