~My Legacy- Generation 10~

[~!_Broken_!~]

I"m just going to start from Holidaye's Generation and continue from there I'll be posting on S2C also
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"She'll be back by tommorrow. She doesn't have any friends that we know of, and no money to buy food. Only place she could come is here," the taller of the two men said.

"Alright then. We'll be back tommorrow to take her to the orphanage. Poor girl. Loosing all her family at once like that. Such a travesty," said the second.

"Yes. Quite. But there's nothing we can do. She has no more family, and she can't take care of herself at 13. Hopefully she'll be placed with a loving family and not spend her teenage years growing up in an orphanage or being switched from family to family."

"I doubt that would be the case here, she's quite intelligent, no history of mental disorders or illnesses. I can't see why somebody wouldn't want her."

"She was like that yes. But something of this nature can seriously f--k a child up. "

"True. But we had better get out of here, we still have families that need to be tended to. My heart goes out to the poor child."

Both men quietly walked out of the house, not locking the door behind them. "This can't be happening to me," I thought to myself as I listend from poolside window. "I can't go to an adoptive family, children get raped and beat there. I don't want that. All my family is dead, but there's only one urn here. The others are at the cemetary, and I can't carry the statue there. It's to heavy. My mother told me stories about this, how it can bring anybody back for a price. Money is no object, over the hundreds of years my family has acquired quite a large sum. I'll do it tonight. I'll get a family member to guard me."

[~!_Broken_!~]

I walked slowly into the house through the back door, making sure that nobody was still around. Then I started to call out for my mom, dad, and brothers. I got halfway though "Mom" and I realized, they're no longer here. Never will be again.

I walked into the living room and there it was. The phone that can supposedly wake the dead, for the right amount. I picked the phone up and the smoke started flowing over the edges, I dialed the number.



"Hello?! What do you want?! I'm busy you know!" Said a deep, husky, overpowering voice from the other line.

"Y-yes, I want to bring back somebody from the dead," I stuttered

"Well obviously! Unless you're one of these Crank callers. Who do you want to bring back?"

I told him who it was.

"Wow. Her? She's been gone some time now! Old coot," he said. Then mumbled something to himself before returning to me, "Okay pay me and we'll see what we can do."

I deposited $10,000 simoleons onto the phone stand.

"Holy!!! That is more than enough, I can assure you, your loved one will be returned perfectly!"

With that I hung up and was soon engulfed in a swarm of green smoke. After the smoke disappeared and she stopped jumping for joy that she was back from the dead, she noticed me staring at her.



"Who are you!?" she squeaked.

"I'm Holidaye Long. According to the story that's been passed down throughout the centuries, you're my 8th-great-grandmother."

[~!_Broken_!~]

"C'mon sweetheart. Come to mamma," Lyric cooed at the little toddler.

"Gaaah," said the toddler as she stumbled towards her mother.



"That's a good little girl. You can walk now!" Lyric exclaimed, "You can use your two legs to take you wherever in the world you please, with only your heart to guide you."

"Lyric will you stop that?" Benjamin laughed," If she gets that idea in her head to soon then we'll be chasing her all over the yard and the house."

"I know Benny but I don't want her to have any restraints on her heart. It's bad enough it'll be broken countless times by men," laughed Lyric as she elbowed Ben in the arm.

"Yeah, well I'll make sure that won't happen. I'll sit on the porch with my shotgun and give the third degree to every man who comes up. Right, sweetie?"

"Gaaah!," said the toddler with a giggle.

Ben laughed with a deep belly chuckle, "Now that's what I'm talkin about. Oh, speaking of talking, we still need to teach you that. Think we could pry you away from mamma?"

"Gaah!"

"Oh all right. Ben don't you be teaching her any adult words now!" Said Lyric as she handed the toddler to her husband, laughing at the same time.

Within a few hours the toddler knew how to speak fluently.



"Dada! I hungy!" said the little toddler.

"Oh alright my sweet little Hol-"

~BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP~

I groaned as I sat up to turn the alarm clock off. I sat there for a moment wondering why I didn't smell eggs and pancakes like I did everymorning at 7 A.M.



"Oh yeah, you don't smell any because nobody is here to cook them," I sighed and layed back down on my bed. I just wanted to crawl under the blankets and die. I'd be with my family after all. What was the problem with that?



~Diiiiiiiing...Dooooooooong~

I sat up with a bolt, suddenly remembering the social workers and Ailsa. "F--k a duck!" I mumbled to the house as I ran downstairs to find a rather shocking sight.

"How do I look? I figured that I'd have to change just a little bit, so I drank the Elixer of Life," Ailsa said unsurely.



I just stood there and gaped at her.

"Is it okay? I hope so. I didn't think it'd help you much if I were to die the next day from a salt overdose," she laughed slightly. "I remember as an elder though..before..I had a lot of energy and what not. But I wasn't sure this time. So that's why I did this."

~Diiiiiiiing...Dooooooooong...Knock...knock...knock~

"Uh yeah whatever, just say you're a cousin of mine from the south or something like that," I said a bit to0 harshly.

"Alright, I'll go answer the door. You go get ready, you still have school," she said cheerily.

"You sound like my mother," I said quietly.

"Well to the Social workers, I'm supposed to portray that role,"

That woke me up, I started screaming uncontrollably at Ailsa, "NO! You will NEVER be my mother! You are a COUSIN! Not my mother! Don't you ever try to f--king replace her in any shape or form! You are only here to keep me out of the orphanage! Do you hear me!!??"



"I-I'm..." she started to say.



"Answer the f--king door already while I go get ready for school!" I yelled as I stomped back up stairs.

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I went up stairs and put on my best outfit, and threw my homework in my backpack. As I neared the stairwell I heard the two men speak with Ailsa.

"We're with Child services, who are you?" Said the balding man who had identified himself as Mr. Cromwell.

"I'm Ailsa Straight, Holidaye's cousin from Pleasantview," Ailsa said confidantly.

"Oh! We were informed that she had no living relatives," Stated Mr. Kurtis through his heavy beard.

"Well I'm sorry for the inconveinance, I've been away for sometime, studying with the Lord," Ailsa said.

"It's quite alright. Since you are the only living relative of Ms. Holidaye Long, you can be her guardian. However if you cannot take care of her she will have to come with us and placed in an orphanage," said Mr. Cromwell.



"It's no trouble, I have no other obligations, and even if I did, none would be more important than taking care of Holidaye." Ailsa yelled up the stairs, "Holidaye! Come down here please, Mr. Cromwell and Mr. Kurtis would like to speak with you then you need to head off to school!"

As I walked down the stairs, I thought about what they were going to talk to me about. My parents and brothers, Ailsa, how my life has changed, if I have to go to counseling or not. What did they want to speak with me about?

"Hello," I said brightly to Mr. Kurtis and Mr. Cromwell.

"Hello Holidaye. We were going to be taking you to the orphanage today, but as it seems, you have a proper guardian," said Mr. Cromwell.

"Although Miss...Is it Miss or Missus Straight?" Mr. Kurtis asked directing his attention to Ailsa.

"Missus," said Ailsa.

"So your husband will be here as well?" Asked Mr. Kurtis.



"No, sadly my husband left this earth to go to a better place some time ago."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, as I am with your family Miss Long," said Mr. Kurtis

"Don't worry bout it," I said.

That got their attention.



"Anyways, although Missus Straight is your guardian, we are required to make random visits to your home. It's nothing extreme, just to make sure you're in school, getting passing grades, and everything is in order in your home life. Such as you're fed properly, it's kept clean, ecetera," Mr. Kurtis explained.

"Yeah, okay," I said.

I'll make sure everything is in order, if Ailsa causes me to be placed in a orphanage then she won't be able to be brought back from the dead. There must be remains, she will have none. They won't even be able to identify her by her dental records. They couldn't anyways. Everyone in the lab would be commited if they found a freshy killed body with the teeth of a woman who died over 100 years ago.

With that Mr. Kurtis, and Mr. Cromwell shook hands with Ailsa and left.

"You need to get to school, I know that you lost your whole family last night, but none the less you need an education."

"Yeah whatever, see ya," I shrugged heading out the door.

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I got home from school, another A for me. Whoopdee-do-da-day. I folded my report card and put it in my pocket and set to do my homework in the study. As I walked up the front porch I smelled a intoxicating scent. Lobster and...Baked Alaska possibly? It was a trick, only Mom and Dad knew how much I loved Lobster Thermidor and Baked Alaska, how could Ailsa know it?

I ran inside to find her placing a plate of lobster for me and then grabbing one for herself.




"What is this?!" I yelled, "How did you know this was my favorite meal!? How? Tell me!!!"

"I was cleaning up the house and found some recipies in the kitchen cabinet. There were some with your name, a Devland, a LeShawn, and Ben written on them. I figured that ment you either you really liked the meal or you really hated it. I took a shot on you really like it," she explained quietly.

"Oh."

"We can eat and then you can do your homework. I know that lobster isn't very tasty cold. But whatever you want, if you wish to do your homework then eat, that's fine."

I sat my homework down on the desk in the study and headed into the dining room where I just dove into the lobster. It tasted exactly like Mom's. I looked up to see Ailsa silently praying, then slowly eating some of the food.

"You said it's gross cold, at the rate you're eating it'll be frozen before you finish!" I said through a mouth full of food.



"I was taught to savor the flavor, rushing through it like I'm in a marathon, will not savor the flavor."

"Who the **** taught you that?"

"The nuns at the convent, I grew up in one."

"Why did you grow up in a convent? Did your parents think you had sinned severly or something?"

"I don't know, I never met my parents, I was just found by the gates, with the necklace that you are wearing, in my basket."

"Oh..I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you can't miss somebody you've never met. It's I who should be sorry, you've had your whole family ripped from you at once. And on your birthday no-less."

"How did you know it was my birthday yesterday?" I asked getting angry again.

"The picture on the wall. I dusted everything, even the walls. In order to do the walls, I had to remove the pictures, the back of each had the date and the occasion written on it. This one," she said pointing to the new photograph, "said 3-17-06 Holidaye's Bday."

I didn't say anything. I finished my lobster and placed my plate in the dishwasher, and proceeded to do my homework.



I finished in about 10 minutes. I stretched and looked around for Ailsa. I found her looking at everything with a confused look.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing, just trying to see if I can find anything that was here when I was alive."

"You won't," I said with a snort. Obviously you can't watch people in Heaven or whereever she was.

"Why not?"

"About 50 years ago there was a fire. Everything was lost except for your necklace, and urn," I explained.

"Was anybody hurt? Why didn't they just build a new house?" She asked.

"Not that I'm aware of, and because you or your husband were dumb enough to leave the deed in the house unprotected. There are safe deposit boxes for a reason you know," I snapped.

She just sat there, starring at the table. A few minutes passed had passed and all she had done was take a sip of her Chamomile tea. She finally quietly answered my insult to her husband, "Don't you dare call my husband dumb, Holidaye. He was extremely intelligent. How would you like it if I told you that your family got what they desereved? And you should've been included in their deaths."

"What do you mean, 'They got what they deserved,'?!"

"You are way to0 spoiled, you say what you want, you dress like you got your clothes from a dumpster, you also act like a prostitute and you're only 13 years old. You have no manners and you yell at me for no reason. I don't deserve any of that. Your parents, if you could call them that, were horrible. A rock would have done better raising you."

"Let me explain something to you 'Cousin' Ailsa," I smirked devilishly at her, "I brought you back from the dead, and I can just as easily return you there. Actually, when I'm 18, you will return there. Because I will no longer need you. My family did a great job of raising me, I know my limits, and I could do what I wanted as long as they were within those limits. Don't think that you can come in here and tell me what to do as if you were my mother, you aren't. We've already established that ground. Therefore, you cannot tell me what to do, wear, or anything. When Mr. Kurtis and Mr. Cromwell return here whenever that may be, you will act as if nothing is wrong. Just as I will act like a little princess." With that I stood up and walked coolly out of the room and upstairs.

[~!_Broken_!~]

Ailsa's POV:

I stood in the kitchen cleaning up breakfast as I heard Holidaye leave the house. She hadn't spoken to me in two days, however we did have each meal together, with the exception of lunch.

I hadn't slept much in that time period. Her telling me that I'll return to my death bed when she's 18 frightened me beyond belief. I became rather paranoid of checking every inch of my bedroom and making sure the door was locked before I went to sleep. Even still I jerked awake at the slightest noise.

Sighing, I went to work on cleaning the house some more. A house I had never known. Everything was so different here, I recognized one thing, the necklace I gave to Yvette who was supposed to give it to Lani. But, from my understanding, Lani didn't carry on the dream I had. Addison did. I never met her, but she seemed to be a rather unique individual according to the family records at the library. Then there was Jenna. I don't have much to say about her, the information on her was breif, she passed away from some disease that you get from woohooing without protection. And then Kylie-Ireland. Goodness, she was a saint. Taking care of her brother because her mother wouldn't. Raising a family that seemed perfect then getting pregnant again, and finding out she'll die. Only to be told later her records were mixed up, and her death was actually an attempted murder by her son Cadmann. Her other son Sethe was the first man to carry on the legacy, his daughter was abducted by aliens and his daughter Pollyanna carried it on. Pollyanna had Lyric, after 5 tries. She was one of 6, the biggest family since mine. Lyric married Benjamin Long. He loved her dearly, much like Irfan did myself. Benjamin even went to the extent of leaving flowers for Lyric.



Benjamin and Lyric had Devland and Leshawn, twin boys. When the boys were children, Lyric turned up pregnant again, she had Holidaye.

From my readings, there were no mental disorders in the family. In fact, Holidaye had a picture perfect life. Until her teenage birthday. It appears her Mom and Dad ran a cafe across the street. Her mom, dad, and brothers had begged Holidaye to join them, but she refused.




About 30 minutes later she heard an explosion. She looked out the window and saw the cafe up in flames...what was left of it atleast.

What scares me the most is I know deep down in my heart, Holidaye had something to do with their deaths. But why I don't know; There was nothing wrong with her family life. But I have yet to see her cry, or see the redness around her eyes that she has been crying.

[~!_Broken_!~]

Ailsa POV:

Returning to the housework, I started with the living room. Whisking the couches, dusting off the coffee table and television. Now to organize the bookshelves.

While organizing I found Holidaye's diary. My curiosity was itching at me so I checked the time. 11:43 A.M. I had enough time, Holidaye didn't get home until 1 o'clock. I sat down on the couch and started to read her diary, hoping to get some insight on her feelings or past family life.

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Dear Diary: 3-18-06

I did it. I gave my sacrifice to my lord. His orders were hard, the hardest I've ever had to face. A cat was no problem, nor cutting about an inch deep into my arm along the length of the main vein, then pouring salt in the wound and letting it fester. But this sacrifice was nowhere near as easy. Then I wasn't allowed to cry, or show emotion of my loss. Nothing to show my pain. I love my family, it's what I love and treasure the most in my life. That was what I had to give: My family.

Dear Diary: 3-18-06

What might have been if I mourned the loss...
Farwell to many I saw reaching from grief
This bittersweet taste of sorrow I bear
Taste my lips to find my true me
...inside a broken dream...

I forgot all the pain I gathered for me
I left the dreams inside the dying tree
that silently grows dead uniting me
to my past spun of pain and grief...
Tear it down before it takes me home

An angel was here speaking to me
In a dream or just in this fantasy
I collide with regret as night comes down
Was there the truth I once saw in your eyes

Were is the pain I gathered to bear
Inside this broken dream of grief

Seen through my dying eyes
A snowflake of tomorrows dead days
Melting away as angels today
All angels will never be caught...

What might have been if I mourned the loss
That I felt through my frozen emotions
What might have been if I felt the pain again
Could I have had the angel I lost
What might have been if I mourned the loss
of humanity dying in my pale hands
What might have been if I mourned the loss
of humanity I killed in myself...

All angels will never be caught...

Dear Diary: 3-19-06

I brought back a relative. An ancient relative to say the least. Ailsa. The woman who started this, created my life. My reasoning? Oh I had no choice. My lord seemed to have forgotten that a 13 year old cannot survive on her own according to the law. I know I can make it by myself, but to keep me from an orphanage I needed somebody here. So I brought Ailsa back. Isn't that terrific? She's all "godly" and "you will do this, this, and this." Talk about boring. I made it clear to her though, when I no longer have a use for her, she will be gone. Permanently. It won't be hard, I have no feeling for her. She doesn't know what it's like to be me, have all this power that my lord has given me. What has hers given her? Oh, life. My bad. HAHAHAHA! Puh-thet-ic!

Dear Diary: 3-19-06 Later that day

I found out how I'm going to do this. The same incident would look suspicious. So something with...

Poison (no)
Starvation (no)
Kidnapping (no)
Drowning and electrocution. Yes that's perfect. She goes for a swim and suddenly, oops the lights have a short in them. ZZZZZZZZZZZAP!!! No more Ailsa. She'll be long gone. Nothing more than dust particles. And here I am to the police, "Boohoo. She's gone." and all the money is left to me and I can go to college. Haha! You think that I'm dumb enough to let my lord prevent me from college? You see, if I excel in the paranormal, I can offer him so much more than if I ended my studies with highschool. Yes. I will make my lord very proud.
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I sat there dumbfounded.



Then I ran copies of the diary, and placed them in my room. After that, I hurried back to the book case, putting everything back how it was, including the diary, And called Holidaye's Social workers.


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**Note. Poetry is my work. Please don't claim as your own.

[~!_Broken_!~]

I yawned as I stepped off the bus. Talk about a boring day. But when isn't a school day boring? I looked around and saw the blue van in our driveway.



"Oh great, what the **** are they doing here?" I asked myself. Then I remembered, I'm dressed how I want to be, not in my "Perfect little angel" outfit. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" I mumbled fiercely. I sighed and headed into the house with no way to explain myself.

"No! Ms. Harper, you don't understand! The child is mentally unstable! Read this!" I heard Ailsa say to Ms. Harper. Who's Ms. Harper? I was curious to find out, so I hid next to the windows of the front entrance. It was just within hearing distance.



"Mrs. Straight. All this proves to me is the child is venting her anger of her parents death. She feels as if she killed her parents because she refused to go to the Cafe with them," Ms. Harper explained. So she was the counselor I was to speak with if I had problems.

"What of this, 'Lord' of hers? Doesn't that stir some problems? That she's dealing in the occult? You haven't seen her yet! She's done a complete 360 on her looks."

"Pay no attention to it. She'll be fine. Just let her do what she wants as far as appearance, and let her vent in her diary."

"Aren't you missing the part of her saying she's going to kill me?!" Ailsa screeched. The b*tch read my diary!?

"Mrs. Straight, do you have children?" Asked Ms. Harper.

"I have--er--No," said Ailsa, almost revealing our little secret.

"Alright, when you have children, I can almost 100% guaruntee that they will have little spats about killing you because they didn't get their way. To be a good parent or guaridan you need to overlook this. If we placed every child who thought or mentioned killing their parents in a mental facility, we'd have to place them all on an island the size of-- What was that?"

F--K! I had tried to get closer to hear better and in the process I slipped which caused me to smack my head on the window. I decided to face the music and went inside. Atleast I'd get a good look at Ms. Harper.



"Holidaye," Ailsa said worried, "how long have you been listening in?"

"None of your business," I snapped.

"So you're Holidaye. I've heard nothing but good things about you," exlaimed Ms. Harper offering her hand.

I gave a half-assed handshake, "I'm sure you have," I said with a glare at Ailsa who looked like a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar before dinner.



"I have acutally. You're a straight A student, great pianist, marvelous painter. You have many talents," Ms. Harper brown-nosed.

"Unlike you and your lack of talent for make-up," I sassed. This woman had a chin length hair cut, pencil thin eyebrows, and thick purple eyeshadow and purple lipstick on. What is she when she's not a counselor? A clown? Actually I think a clown has better make-up skills than this b*tch.



Taken aback from my comment Ms. Harper changed the subject, "So, Holidaye, tell me more about this Lord of yours that you've mentioned in your diary. How did you come to find him? He seems rather controlling, how is it you care so much for him when he told you to kill your family?"

I silently moaned to myself, reverse psychology. I love this, "Ms. Harper, who is your lord?"

"I don't particularlly have one, why do you ask?"

"But you believe in a higher power don't you?"

"Yes. Everyone has to have something spiritual to look up to when they're in need."

"How did you come to find your higher power? I imagine he or she's controlling as well, telling you to do whatever, as long as it benefits them and yourself. How can you love your higher power when it tells you to snatch children from their home and place them in mental facilities when they dress differently or aren't your definition of 'normal'?"

"I remove them for their own benefit. Nothing more. I don't remove children for the way they dress or act, unless it is endangering them. If it was the case for the way they dress, you would be stripped down out of this outfit of yours, and given a plain white outfit, and told to take certain medications and be restrained when you sleep."

"Tou-che"

"Ms. Harper, would you like to join us for dinner? I'm fixing salmon," asked Ailsa.

"Oh, no. I have to return back to work and do the paperwork on your case. Take notes excetera. I was very nice meeting you Mrs. Straight, and you as well Holidaye."

"You too Ms. Harper, please let me walk you to your car," I said placing my hand on her back. Little did she know, she wouldn't return to work.

[~!_Broken_!~]

I waved her off as she drove down the road, as I turned to head back into the house, I heard a loud explosion. I thought nothing of it and just continued into the house, smiling to myself. Ailsa was staring out the window when I walked in.

"You want to tell me why she was here? And what you were doing reading my diary and flaunting it around as if it was MeadowValley Heights' Best seller?" I said cooly.

"Get away from me," she said.

"Awwe. How come? Don't you love your dear, sweet, little cousin?" I said as I stepped toward her.

"N-no! You are no relation to me!" she stuttered as she slowly inched towards the stairs.



"Of course I am. To you, we are all brothers and sisters correct? In the eyes of your 'God'."

"You need help Holidaye. I can give it to you if you let me."

She was getting closer to the stairwell, which is where I needed her. I stepped closer to her, drawing my switch blade out of the back of my skirt. "I don't need help, but you do. You're one of these people who see things that aren't true. Like me. You see demons in me don't you Ailsa? Actually I imagine you see the devil himself. Which is understandable, my lord runs through my veins," I said slowly.

"You need help Holidaye, please let me help you."

"You are helping me Ailsa. And when I feel your blood running down my throat, you will have helped me more than anyone!" I jumped at her then, she ran up the stairs. I chased after her and she ran into one of the children's rooms and locked the door.




"Well if that's how you want to be Ailsa. Hurting my feelings like you just did, you can just stay in there." I then barricaded the door, preventing her from leaving.

[~!_Broken_!~]

Today I turn 18. What a wonderful day. I get to head off to college, and I have arangements with my lord to keep Ailsa alive, so when I return, I don't need to repurchase my house. I sortof feel sorry for her actually, poor thing hasn't ate anything but some chips in the past week. What a pity. Oh well.

I didn't have a ceremony or anything special. I just called up the college directory, packed some clothes, and headed off to college. Academie La Tour, look out!



When I arrived at my new apartment I checked to make sure everything was secure, then I headed to the community lot and purchased some new outfits. Nothing that would attract attention, ever since Ms. Harper had that "car accident" I've had this feeling that I'm being very closely watched. That's been some time ago, but none the less I've had it ever since.

"Maybe I need a new look. Something entirely different than what I generally wear. A new hairstyle and outfit," I said to myself. Then decided that would be a better choice.




Being the intelligent individual that I am. I quickly excelled in my classes. Before I knew it I almost completed my Junior year. This whole time though, there's been this guy. I don't know his name yet, but he follows me everywhere.

I was just waiting in line to get my coffee at the campus cafe when my stalker approached me. I acted like I didn't see him. But then he said my name, I almost melted at the sound of his voice.

"Holidaye!" He yelled.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm Chase Hamilton," he said politely.



"Why have you been following me Chase? You know you could get into a lot of trouble doing that with me," I said sternly.

"Yes, I know, and I appologize greatly. Could I make it up to you by taking you out for dinner sometime?"



"I don't know. You've been following me since my freshman year, why are you so interested?"

"Because you're an angel from heaven. When I first saw you at registration for a Drama major, I knew you were the one for me. You're talented, and beautiful. Perfect in everyway. Please go out with me. We can talk more then," he pleaded.

"Alright. But I have high connections if you try anything funny."

"Damn. Maybe we shouldn't go out then, my sense of humor might get in the way."

I giggled, and responded, "You know what I mean."

"That I do Holidaye," he purred in my ear.

[~!_Broken_!~]

So we took my piece of sh*t Smoogo to the Romanos Cafe downtown. We didn't say much on the way, but once we arrived at the Cafe it seemed as though we couldn't shut up.

"You look marvelous as always, Holidaye," said Chase.

"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself," I said as politely as I could. This was my first date afterall, I didn't want to mess it up.

"Thank you. So how are you enjoying your junior year?" he asked.

"It's going well. I didn't have a full A+ last term so I figure if I get all A's the rest of my college career then I should be able to make a 3.9 GPA. How about you? What are you majoring in?"

"I've already graduated, I was majoring in Economics. I hope to be Mayor someday."

"Oh. When did you graduate?"

"Yesterday actually. So what do you want to eat?"

"Lobster Thermidor, it's my favorite," I said.

"Alrighty, one Lobster Thermidor comming up," said Chase humorously.

"What about you, what are you getting?"

"I don't know, I think I'll go with the skewers in lime juice."



"That sounds good, sour though," I giggled.

We didn't say much until the food came. just kinda sat there and enjoyed each other's company. Then the food came and he wolfed it down in about 2 seconds. He was already finished when I was halfway through mine.

"I'm sorry Holidaye, I'm a fast eater, my father was in the military and when he retired he still thought he was in the military. So, as a resault I had to eat like a pig, I've never been able to drop the habit unfortunately," he apologized, while caressing my hand.



"It's alright Chase. I know what it's like to have a controlling figure in your life, but I guess you have to learn to cope with it," I said softly.

"You are so understanding Holidaye. Truly an angel from heaven," he said as slow music started to play from the juke box. "Would you like to dance?" He asked.



"I...uh..."

"C'mon, what's the worse that could happen?" He said with a laugh.

"Okay, I warn you, I'm a very good dancer, I wouldn't want to show you down," I said as I stepped into his arms.

"No problem Holidaye, I'd love to be shown down by you any day of the year."

"Why do you like me so much?" I asked, stepping closer to him.



"I don't know. When I saw you at registration those years ago, all I could think was, 'She's the one for me. I'm going to marry that woman someday, even if it kills me'. I knew you were the one for me."

"Interesting chose of words."

"What are?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it," I said with a smile.

We stopped dancing then, and just looked at one another. I felt my face starting to get hot, then he kissed me. It was so magical, my first kiss. I was so nervous I thought I was going to really screw it up.



He just smiled at me, and pulled me back into his arms. We danced until our feet were sore, and after everysong we would kiss.



At about 2:30 A.M. I invited him back to my place. He thankfully agreed.

[Dizzy]

Okay, so I haven't read it yet, but you are on the 10th generation of a legacy family. As in the legacy challenge?! WOW you are incredible! I've not yet gotten to grandkids in my legacy, I lost interest and could not deal with the rules.

[~!_Broken_!~]

On the way back to my place, I had one thing in mind. Chase. Of course when you're talking to a person you're going to be thinking about them, considering you've remembered your manners.

However, Chase and I didn't say much on the way back to my place, but none the less I couldn't stop thinking of him. Once we finally arrived, I started getting more anxious, mainly in the lower region of my belly. I never had a man over before. Then to make it all the better, I had two chairs in my house, a recliner in the living room, and a dining chair that was permanently attached to the floor, so we relaxed on my bed. There wasn't much conversation.

After about 20 minutes I just couldn't control myself. I started kissing him and heavily.



From there is just a blur. I remember the actions slightly, him asking me if I wanted him to stop, myself saying, "No." And the aftermath, I can still feel his touch everywhere he touched me. The left side of my rib cage, the straight line from my sides that goes over my belly button, my hips; Everywhere.

The best part of all was he didn't leave when we were done. I've heard some of the girls talk about how the guy they woohooed with would leave when they were finished, as if nothing had happend. That wasn't the case here, he stayed. I fell asleep in his arms.



When I woke up the next morning he was still here. I smiled remembering last nights events as I got out of bed and made my side. I decided to let him sleep and started to head out of the room when Chase jumped out of bed and kissed me.



"Good morning, Darling" he said quietly.

I moaned quietly in my throat as I savored the kiss, "Good morning. Did I wake you?"

"No, I've been awake," he said with a yawn.

"Sure you have," I said playfully.

"No, I really have," he said laughingly then suddenly turned serious, "Sh't what time is it?"

"Uhm...11:43. Why?"

"Damn it! Darling I have to go check out some houses I'm lookin to buy back in MeadowValley Heights, I have to be there by noon," he said as he started to get dressed.

"Oh..okay," I said trying my best not to sound disappointed.

He ran over to me and rubbed my arms, "What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing, it's okay. I was just a one night stand, which is fine."

"Holidaye!" exclaimed Chase.

I jumped at the level of his voice, "What?"

"You are NOT a one night stand! You will never be that to me! I love you! I told you last night I want to marry you someday! I wasn't lying or using that as an excuse to get in your pants!"

"That's good to know," I said with a smile. "You better get going, I don't want you to be late."

"Yeah I need to get going, but are you sure you're going to be alright?" he asked.

"Yes, I'll be fine. Just don't go back on your word," I said as I shoved him out the door.

"I won't baby girl, I won't," he said as he grabbed my neck pulling me into his arms giving me a deep, passionate kiss before he ran off down the sidewalk yelling, "I'll call you, baby girl!"

[~!_Broken_!~]

Okay I'll be updating within the next few days people. Things have been busy round here so I haven't had time to write. Woo fun lol.

[Shell]

I bet she is preggers!

[denimjo]

You know what? Since this is the tenth and final generation, I think she may not have any children, thus ending the Legacy, but that's just me.

[Dizzy]

So it just ends at generation 10?! That would seem like such a waste, to bring a family that far and then stop.

[denimjo]

Well if it was for the Legacy Challenge, you're only required to go to the tenth generation. However, I could be completely wrong and they may want to keep going. It's just a theory...

[admin]

10th generation??? Well bugger me! I was proud for getting to 5!!

*looks astonished*

Maybe I'm not God after all..... LOL!!!!!

[Dizzy]

You've gotten a lot farther than me. I've yet to get past the second generation before I move on to other things.