Of the Moon

Things have been going smoothly in regards to Selene's upbringing. She's happy enough, spending time in her room enjoying the company of a strange doll someone left in our mailbox. She's very eager to learn, and has made great strides in learning to walk and talk. Mother is almost completely out of the picture now, as I had planned. She's become quite a social butterfly, always seeking my attention. One day I am of the belief everyone will come to adore her.
Should Selene ever stumble across these muses, I feel I must make one thing clear. My anger at my mother should not have overshadowed the wondrous event of your birth. I've grown quite fond of you, and will do all in my power to protect you, little sister. One day, our aspirations may mean nothing, and I would forever regret if in that moment we were not on good terms. If nothing else, we should have each other.
Selene is growing up fast, and I must focus on getting as much value out of this delicate time as possible. I can only hope it will help her in the future.

Until next time,

Dario

   

Pomp and Circumstance

Graduation!

After several years of hard work, I have successfully completed high school. I am now free from all the constraints that came with adolescence. What that will mean for tomorrow, I am unsure, but for today it means I have reached adulthood.

Mother felt inclined to come, as well as an exhausted Selene. She recently became a toddler, and while she might not understand what's going on, I'm glad she's here. I've become very fond of her, and have taken on the task of caring for her during the times when I'm not at school. Now that I've completed my education, I can launch myself into the task of preparing her for the limited childhood available to the Slayer children. I am determined to make her's considerably more enjoyable than mine was. But more on that later.

I also received two awards in addition to my diploma today. I spoke to my class as valedictorian, telling them of how we all have the potential to be successful. Little do they know I have bigger plans for them.
I also was voted 'Most Likely to Write a Bestselling Novel'. I suppose all those essays were going to pay off eventually. It may not be as glamorous as 'Most Popular' or 'Most Likely to Succeed', but I believe this award is very well suited to me. As such, I've created a bit of an award wall above my desk, which also displays the certificates I received for mastering both painting and writing. Pretty impressive, hm?

In regards to the task presented to me by Elvira, I have decided to wait until Selene comes of an age to be of use. I don't feel it'd be right to proceed without her. After all, this is our inheritance. Mother urges that I must make haste, but all good things come in time I say. For now, I think I'll write a few books. I have this great idea for a drama that I think the public will love...

Until next time,

Dario

Sisterhood

I have discovered the cause of Mother's strange behavior: I have a sister.
I was attending a school field trip to the mausoleum today. When I returned home, I headed for the shower without though, covered in cobwebs as I was. No sooner had I toweled off than I heard Mother calling for me to come downstairs. In her arms she craddled a child no more than a few hours old. "Her name is Selene," Mother proclaimed, her voice almost a purr.
Before I get ahead of myself, let me explain something about Elvira Slayer. She never married, which left her free to explore the many wonders of the people of Bridgeport. She was not exclusive, either. I have seen many a woman come through our door, and Mother is the Master of Seduction. None can resist her charms. So on the subject of how Selene came to be, I haven't the slightest idea. She refuses to divulge who my father is, and to keep me from wondering over the men who climb up to her chambers, she often plans with excrusiatng detail that I see no more than a glimpse of them, and they have careful instructions to avoid me. I am also under orders not to allow strangers into the household, which isn't completely unreasonable, yet I suspect has more to do with my ignorance than my bodily harm.
There is one other thing that is becoming more apparent as Mother's master plan unfolds. We are more than human. That much is obvious simply by the fact that there are few other people in town who have the violent red eyes of Elvira, or my pure white pupils. Our skin has an unnatural glow. And our fridge is always stocked with nothing more than odd smelling juice boxes. I cannot say for certain what's going on, but I have my theories. For now, I know only that we are monsters in the eyes of the humans here.

And yet, Mother has seen fit to bring another of our kind into the world. Her skin is darker and eyes murky, so it's a safe bet that we don't share the same father. But why has she done such a thing? Have I failed her in some way? All that she once promised me, is it now to be given to Selene? Surely Mother cannot expect a mere babe to aid me in my journey forward. For companionship then? No, I think not.
Perhaps Mother has finally taken leave of all her senses. This could just as easily been an accident. My education has not neglected to tell me of the ways children come to be. The stork has delivered, and there's nothing more to be done. Selene will not stop me from my goal, and Bridgeport and it's inhabitants will know that Dario Slayer is not one to be trifled with. I will not be heed to the need of an infant or it's deranged mother.

And yet, she is my sister. If I can keep her away from mother's influence, it may be possible to teach her to be someone I might yet have a use for. She can be taught to be the face of the Slayer name, and I can sit back and rule from the shadows... Yes. Selene, with guidance, can be more than a girl to share in my bloodline. Her and I will one day see that the world bow before our whims. And who would say no to such an innocent face?

Until next time,

Dario

Homecoming

 This past week has been a busy one. I attended my senior prom, which was a little dull as the Slayer name tends to mark you as someone to be feared and given a wide berth. I didn't let it get to me, however, as I don't care much for dancing. But prom night proved more eventful that one might have expected.
Mother is known around town as the Emperor of Evil. She works 3 days a week late into the night, bringing home a sizable amount of money each night. Usually this means when I wake up for school she's just gone to bed. But that night was different. She roused me and told me to get dressed. The funds had come in, and we could now move into our new home.
This new home has 4 bedrooms, with a bathroom for each one. The lot is impressive and has a breath-taking view of the heart of Bridgeport. Mother instructed me to make myself comfortable, then took a staircase up to the bedroom that was set apart from the others. She keeps the door locked, but from the window facing the front yard I can make out a small bedroom that leads to a kitchen area. I don't see much of her now as a result of her self-induced isolation.

What I do see of Mother, though, is strange and impossible to explain. After a few days in the new house she began wearing strange clothes and seems to have put on a bit of weight. I would chalk that up to the peace that being away from the hustle and bustle of the city can bring, yet the other day I caught her playing in the fireplace! She ignored my presence, as she's been doing more of as of late, and I went up to my room to continue a painting.
I must admit I worry about Mother. Despite her insistence that I'm nearly ready to take on the world myself, she fails to realize the kind of foundation she has left for me. She's my only family to speak of, and I have close to no friends to help me on this journey. She remains youthful in appearance, but I believe she plans to leave me to my own soon enough. I feel it necessary to tell her sometime in these following days that she need not move away, or if she feels inclined to do so that she is always welcome here. After all, she's still the one paying the bills.
I'll be graduating soon, as well as becoming an adult in under a week. Perhaps in time I'll know exactly what I'm getting myself into. For now, I have a lot more wall space in need of my artistic vision.

Until next time,

Dario

A Brief Relection

My name is Dario Slayer, son of Elvira Slayer. I couldn't tell you who my father was, even if I knew. My mother forbids it, as she worries I'll look for him. I doubt he knows I exist. But I do, and my sole reason for being brought into this world is to rule it in my mother's name. For someone who is barely in their teenage years, it's a pretty hard concept to grasp. I'm not entirely sure that's what I want to do, or even should do. Regardless, Mother raised me to be successful. And in that regard, I refuse to fail.

As a child, I was held to rigorous standards. It wasn't until the day I was to become a teenager that I though to document it, however, and thus I have only one photograph to remember my innocence by. Mother insisted that even at home I remain proper, and so my school attire became my regular outfit. 

On the subject of school, my education could not be neglected. For years, my existence was hidden away, yet mother allowed me this. "To get to know your competition", she once told me. For what, I fear I cannot divulge yet. These people who claim to be my friends may one day be my enemies, or so it seems.

Let me finish by stating the purpose of my writing this at all. Big things are coming to Bridgeport, bidden by Elvira, and to be continued and mastered by myself. Mother's urging that I pursue writing and even painting are wonderful outlets, to be sure, yet no sooner do I complete a piece than she has me sell it for profit. She has been speaking lately of a house, saying that the one for sale across the bridge will have plenty of space. I haven't the slightest idea what we'd need so much space for, but any home will be better than this cramped apartment.

Until next time, 

Dario

Heirs to Immortality

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A young boy prepares to take on the task of creating an empire off the foundation laid down by his mother. Written from the point of view of Dario Slayer, he shares his apprehension about his future, and uses his Writing skill as a medium to preserve the thing most valuable to any line of Sims - his Legacy.