7.26 – In our grasp

ScreenshotJames’ POV

I checked my watch as I walked on the unfamiliar stone path. 7:08 am. Looks like I’m just a touch too early.

I resisted the urge to scratch my skin as the sun shone on it. The more time went by, the worser it go.

I was supposed to meet my brother at 8 o’clock at the police station, but that’s obviously going to be in a little while.


Of all the places he could have chosen, Stonebridge is a weird town. It’s got a weird arrangement of dull grey landscapes with spots of bright green foliage.


I spotted a wide arrangement of tables with large umbrellas to my right. I decided I’d wait there, until it was time to go see my brother. The umbrellas should be enough to protect me from the sun until then.


I went inside the restaurant and ordered myself a ‘free’ lunch for breakfast. The bus ride over didn’t make any stops for food.


I set the bag carrying the computer my mom gave me down on the table. When I graduated from school, I was determined to go after the witch. Yeah, I was unbelievably pissed and still grieving from Jamie’s death, but I wasn’t dumb enough to go to the address Jamie had given me just yet. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to take her on. It was better to get some insurance first, that insurance being the Weapon. The one currently in possession of my big brother’s police force.

But I didn’t want to tell mom or dad. Instead I lied and said I was going to go to university. My parents wanted to support me so they got me a computer. Isn’t it great?


“Mommy, mommy! Look, isn’t that a vampire?” A little girl screeched from across the square.

“Shush! Don’t be ridiculous honey, vampires hate the sun.” The mother scolded.

“But he doesn’t, look mom!” The girl insisted.

“Stop it! Now come on.” The mother said as she dragged her child away.

A smile formed on my lips. I was pretty much one of the dumber vampires. Not only have I noticed a rare amount of vampires roaming around, but there’s an even lesser amount roaming during the day. I didn’t quite realize how few vampires there were in the world until I came to Stonebridge. Legacy Island II is the place where the ‘Queen of vampires’ is, so its natural there are more vampires in those parts I guess.


After finishing my breakfast, I headed straight for the huge building that served simultaneously for the town hall and the police station.

I was starting to get giddy with excitement.

I only ever saw a faint picture of the weapon thanks to the Time Keeper, I’ve never actually seen this thing. I wonder what type of power it has? Why does everyone seem to want this thing so badly?

A receptionist showed me the way to the police section inside, where my brother was waiting for me.


“James!” Lance exclaimed, before pulling me into a hug. “You look well!”

‘You too.’ I signed at him. And it was true, my brother looked successful and proud. He fit the role of a good policeman well.


“I’d love to chat and have you meet my coworkers,” He said, motioning to the other police officers working behind him, “But the boss is a bit impatient about this. We still haven’t been able to get anything out of her, and he’s betting on the idea that you will.”

I nodded in understanding.

“Good. Just set your bag on the side over there and follow me.”


“I’ll be in the room with you and the others will be watching through the cameras if anything happens.” Lance warned and I started to have doubts about the safety of going into the interrogation room. But then, Lance leaned forwards and whispered: “But she’s a nice gal. Everything should go just fine.”

The warmth in his voice made me wonder about his relationship with the Weapon. Deciding I’d ask him after, I followed him into the interrogation room.


The Weapon was hunched in a corner and didn’t show any sign of having noticed our presence.

“Jane.” Lance said to catch her attention. She didn’t respond.

I gave him a questioning look.

“She doesn’t have a name so we call her Jane Doe.” Lance replied. He moved towards the girl.


As he did, I followed behind him to have a better look at her.

She had a ragged appearance, her clothes ripped, her hair greasy and unbrushed, and I even noticed her nails to be unnaturally long and pointy. She was folding her hand in a claw-like gesture and unfolding it slowly, again and again.

She reminded me of a wild creature you’d find in the woods. The question still swirled in my mind: what was it she could do?


Lance helped her up and made her sit on the chair.

I immediately noticed her eyes. Her lizard-like eyes that sent a cold shiver down my back. That wasn’t natural at all.

“You have fifteen minutes. Do your best. Here’s what we want to know.” Lance said, handing me a piece of paper with a list of questions.

‘She knows how to talk?’ I signed at him. She just doesn’t look like she does. Lance nodded and I read the first question.

A test question: What’s your name?


I sat in front of her as Lance stepped back.

I tried to not let myself be intimidated by her placid unblinking stare.

I concentrated on locating her mind, and once I’d found it, it was simple to take control. It was like walking past an already crumbled wall. I willed her to tell me her name.


She looked to side, frowning slightly, as she went into deep thought. Eventually she looked at me again, without saying a word.

Of course, if she had no name, she wouldn’t be able to say what it was.

‘She has no name.’ I signed at my brother. He nodded and motioned for me to go to the next question.

Do you have any family?

I willed her to tell me who her family was.


She thought for a few seconds, looking like she was genuinely dwelling over the question.

“Kevil.” She finally replied in a surprisingly normal voice. She enthusiastically nodded as she repeated the name.

She was seeming less like a threat and more like a child.

Lance smiled at her response. “Where is Kevil?” He asked her. She looked at him, and then looked away like she’d suddenly lost interest in his question.

He nodded in my direction so I would ask the same question. I willed her to answer.


“I not know.” She replied. She heaved a huge sigh as she smiled, satisfied with her answer. That’s when I saw her fangs. Was she a vampire? What was she exactly?

She wasn’t giving us a lot of information. I looked at the next question.

Why were you running away?


These questions were boring and weren’t going to get us anywhere fast enough. I finally found the question I wanted, near the bottom of the list.

What is your power?

Yes, this is what I want to know. The excitement was building up again as I made her want to demonstrate her power.

Her eyes darted around worriedly for a few seconds before she took action.


She pushed herself off the chair and slid under table without any warning whatsoever. Surprised I jumped off my own chair and Lance moved forwards to stop her.


By then she’d grabbed my ankle with her claw-like nails and held as tight as she could as she stared up at me with her lizard eyes.

Her hold wasn’t really that strong, I should’ve been able to pull away, but the moment she grabbed my foot, my heart that was beating harshly from the shock slowed down.


My body began to sag and I got lost into her calm yellowish eyes as I felt a wave of fatigue wash over me.

I wanted to make her let go, to make her stop whatever she was doing, because with the calm relaxed fatigue came a nauseating feeling of death. As if she was sucking the life right out of me.


Lance grabbed her feet and pulled her out from under the table. Her grip on my ankle was still tight, and my drained body fell to the floor as she pulled my ankle with her. Lance made her let go and forced her to sit back on the chair, before coming to my side and extending a hand to help me.

My dazed mind was slowly becoming clearer and my heart began to beat back to a normal rhythm. I grasped my brother’s hand as he helped me up.


“Are you okay?” He asked me as I observed the creature, I admit, a bit fearfully.

But she’d retreated back into a shell like when I’d entered the interrogation room, and she was examining her feet, wiggling her toes as she did so.

The door opened and one of the police officers stuck his head in. “Boss says it’s over.”



“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lance asked again. I nodded at him. “What did she do to you? Why would she?”

‘I asked her what her power was.’ I signed at him.

“Well? What was it?”


‘It felt like she was draining my energy.’ I replied.


I remembered what I wanted to ask my brother. ‘What’s your relationship with her?’ I signed at him.

He let out a chuckle. “I’m not too sure how you figured that out, but I might as well tell you the story. You remember in highschool? There was a time where I was a little more distant than usual?”


‘When I kept asking you what was wrong, and you kept avoiding the question?’ I asked him.

“Ha, yeah that’s the time. Well now I’m going to answer your question. During my break, me and my girlfriend went to the tool shed outside, you know the one that usually has a lock on it? Well we wanted…let’s just say some time to ourselves, but boy we had a surprise in there! Turns out Kevil and Jane had decided to hide out in there and the moment I came in Kevil took a swing at me with his sword! I swear, if it wasn’t thanks to Aliska, I would’ve died then! He was aiming straight for my neck, but you see this here?” James asked as he showed me the amulet he always kept on his person. “It started to glow and right before that vampire chopped my head off, I was halfway across the room! Seems that vampire was kill ask question later, because it’s only after that he started asking who I was. When he found out I was Zyla and Simon’s son, he got a less into killing me. They stayed for a few days, but I got to see the Weapon up close. I’ve been searching for them since they left, it’s one of the main reasons why I joined the police force. Now she’s in our grasp though, I can finally figure out what’s going on with them. But draining life force? That’s a crazy power.” Lance said.

I nodded in agreement. I’d never heard of that before, and I didn’t want to experience it again.


I got up to leave, but Lance apparently had more to say.

“Don’t be in a hurry to leave town okay? The boss might allow you another try at interrogating her. Once again I’d love to introduce you to these guys, but we’ve got our hands full with the anti-supernaturals. They’ve decided to make a comeback. We’re trying to keep it under wraps for now, and hopefully we can catch them before they start a ruckus again.” Lance said. “Also, here.”

He pulled his amulet off his neck and handed it to me.

‘Why are you giving this to me?’ I signed, staring at the silver amulet that had allowed my brother to teleport from one end of a room to another.

“I’d love to keep it, but it doesn’t work for me anymore. Even though I’ve been in a lot of life-threatening situations, it never glowed again. And since you’re doing this dangerous, slightly ridiculous quest, and not telling mom, something I’m not sure I approve of but whatever, I want you to have it. If it can work for you and save you from death at least once, I think it would be worth parting with it.” He finished, giving me a kind smile. Shrugging slightly, I took it from him and slid it in my pocket.

“Take care James, I’ll contact you later.”


Took a while to find James’ bag! So sorry if it doesn’t look that ‘manly’.

Eh, James’ siblings keep dumping their junk on him. Raph gives him her poisoned apple. Lance gives him his amulet.

Also, this is how James grew up:

 james adult

I don’t think he’ll ever admit it, but this is the second time he’s grown up with that hairstyle! Doesn’t that mean he likes it?

Side note: James actually did get the food for free! All ‘cause he’s a four start celebrity XD

26 chapters later my baby is finally an adult….

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♪They say it's what you make♪ I say it's up to fate ♪It's woven in my soul♪ I need to let you go♪ -- Demons by Imagine Dragons
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34 Responses to 7.26 – In our grasp

  1. magpie14031983 says:

    OMW Lance looks debonair in his uniform with his greying sideburns! and “Jane” is quite pretty once you get past the feral look. I’m still mad at you for destroying JamJam though (well, letting them be destroyed by that evil B/W-itch anyway)

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  2. There wasn’t a death? Only a draining? I’m almost disappointed! I even mentally prepared myself! lol just kidding Blams. Have to pick on you a bit. I love Jane. The feral look suits her. I’m certainly intrigued by her powers ^^

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    • blamsart says:

      *burst out laughing*
      Nicely done, nicely done. The next few chapters should (and I stress the should because originally I didn’t want to kill Jamie) be devoid of death. (death as in directly related to the characters. If the neighbour dies it doesnt count!)

      I’ve had Jane stored away since the beginning of Zyla’s generation, I’m happy to finally pull her out and show her off to the world. Poor little thing, barely sees any sunlight at all.

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      • XD Oh my. I do understand about plans changing though XD It happens quite frequently because our characters decide things for us. I’ve learned that you don’t write the characters, you just put them in situations and see how it goes XD

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        • blamsart says:

          Indeed. All we’re doing is creating people (who end up showing sides of themselves we didn’t even know they had), placing them in an environment, and noting down our observations.

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          • That is exactly right! And it seems that only other writers understand that lol.

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            • blamsart says:

              Yes! It’s happened to many times that some of my friends critique some comments authors make of having no control over their characters, or that characters being killed couldn’t possibly make the writer sad. They keep arguing with something like ‘free will’ and ‘voluntary actions’. They don’t know what it means, the harsh ordeals that you go through, when you’re a writer. *dramatic hand movements during speech*

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              • Totally agree. Speaking with a non writer about how attached you get to your characters always earns me these very frightened looks lol

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              • magpie14031983 says:

                See now I disagree that only another writer understands! I may give you all grief for killing off or hurting my favourite characters “willy-nilly” but I know full well that the story goes where the story wants to and the author is mostly just along for the ride… I’ve seen friends try to “force” their stories in the directions they want them to go and often times the result falls flat compared to what they wrote when they just let the story flow… Maybe I’m a frustrated writer at heart then lol 😉 and its only my crap ability to (not) take screenshots that’s holding me back!

                Anyway, next time I give you grief, just smile and think “damn, she’s so entwined in these characters lives that she’s lashing out. I MUST be doing something right then!”

                Big shout out to my top 4: Jessi, Ivane, Louise and Blams for always hitting me in my feels!

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                • Steph, that wasn’t a dig to anyone, truly. It’s just something I’ve noticed. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said only other writers understand. What I mean by that is someone who rarely reads, who can’t seem to get attached to characters. I always take your comments as compliments ^^ If someone is getting that attached, it means I’m doing my job. I’m bringing them as much to life for you as they are for me.

                  And I totally know what you mean about forcing things. That’s when you get “Writer’s Block”. To me, forcing things is the worst thing you can do, both for yourself as well as the story.

                  But truly, Steph, it is an honor to read your comments.

                  Ok, will stop hijacking poor Blams’ blog XD Sorry Blam!

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                • blamsart says:

                  Well hey, of course! Comments of the sort aren’t a bother at all, they’re a welcome praise XD
                  It’s when people focus less on the story and call authors liars when they say they feel as much like a reader as a reader does!
                  And I entirely agree with you on that, the moment you try and force the story is when you start losing the magic.

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                  • magpie14031983 says:

                    Oh shit, sorry! I didn’t mean to sound like I was cussing you all out! I just felt I needed to point out that some of us voracious readers know you authors are conduits by which the characters tell their stories! Thanks for the compliments on my comments, a lot of the time I wonder whether I’m being too effusive especially those times where the only intelligible thing in my head is OMG THAT WAS AWESOME!!!

                    Ok, like Jessi said, time to stop hijacking this thread!
                    Sorry again, guys ❤

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              • brainofivane says:

                Oh woe… woe to us writers… *dramatic gesture* *swoon*

                Totally agree with all of it. *nods*

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      • brainofivane says:

        This is mildly disturbing. Specifically the part that says “originally, I didn’t want to kill Jamie”. It means you eventually wanted to do it??? Lol. Kidding. Aw, Jane… *hugs her even though she might drain all my energy*

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        • blamsart says:

          Eh, I’ve been disturbing myself with some ideas. It really just suddenly occured to me “I should kill Jamie. Imagine the impact and the possibilities that would bring in the future!” And then boom there was no going back. It’s horrible thoughts like these that tend to actually fit really well in the story and with the characters personnalities. it’s only after I had that, that I truly realized how ruthless Assaria is.


          • brainofivane says:

            Gah… I know what you mean… O_O I keep wanting to like Natalya (will always have a soft spot for her) but dang… she does stupid things a lot of times. O_O

            Anyway, these “horrible ideas” of yours is what keeps us on edge with this story.

            And right after typing that, I became really curious who will become the mother of James’ nooboos… That’s something to look forward to amidst all the death and destruction James is surrounded by.

            (This just might be your longest generation yet. I’m not complaining, coz I love James too much to be ready for the next gen… right now at least.)

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            • blamsart says:

              Nat still has a chance! If she can like officially hook up with Ettore and walk off into the Sunset she should be good….XD
              Yeah well, must be why I keep the ideas!
              Yes hmmm *assumes wise pose* that is the question? Who will be James’ chosen soulmate? I wonder, I wonder? (I’m really excited for when that chapter comes!)
              Yes! It is my longest generation! I mean, at 27 chapters, James beat everyone except Sariel, and for 25 of them he wasn’t even an adult yet! And it’s not like I’m planning to end it anytime soon either.


              • brainofivane says:

                I almost feel sorry for Ettore. (But I gotta love the image of them two walking off into the sunset… it’s so… comical. Lol)

                Oh. Em. Gee. He isn’t going to end up with the Weapon, is he? O_o I’m thinking of Jane coz she’s the only female being he’s had contact with lately… O_o

                And not Assaria… and not Mariposa!!!!

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                • blamsart says:

                  No, no, no, no, never! Not only is she an immortal teenager, but those two just wouldn’t click mentally. She’s way too childish, and he sees her as more of a tool than anything else. I was afraid of this happening when I started reading the comments of chapter 26!
                  But I will say you’ve met HER already.
                  (oh gods, Assaria? nonnonononono i don’t even want to consider it)


  3. brainofivane says:

    Sheesh… Your shots will make me want to go pixelized-pigeon-hunting again. Pfft.

    Love the bag. O_O Link to the CC please? What’s with the emphasis on the bag? Does it have some sort of wondrous significance? Did James leave it at the police station? Or is it just you loving the new CC and showing it off? O_O LOL.

    Jane reminds me of L from Death Note. That’s a compliment. And Ow em gee… Give James Blonde hair and he kinda looks like Light/Kira. O_O

    There you go again with the bag! Pfft…

    I just might have the slightest crush on James (not with the girly hair though. Pfft.) Gosh… who knew mute, brooding vampires could be so fine?

    Now that I’ve given my actual comment, time to stalk other comments… bwahahahaha!

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    • blamsart says:

      CC link: http://mysims3blog.blogspot.ca/2014/03/decorative-and-accessory-bags-by.html

      Nah it’s just me being all proud and showing off the actual sort of reality I’ve been able to shove into my story. There are too many times when the characters pull out random objects that don’t fit into pockets! This way at least, the computer is sort of justified! He’s not pulling it out of his ass anyway.

      Haha! Death Note was such a great story!

      I don’t know, but I’m with you there. Everytime his head does that slow turn towards the screen, it’s damn adorable. Another other sim, I take a screenshot because of the aboslute creepiness of it all!


  4. magpie14031983 says:

    All I can make out of James’ partner in that blacked out pic from the Timekeeper temple is that she has red hair… Makes me really wish Jamie was coming back from the dead but since Blams said he never technically met this chick yet i’m now confused! Could it be the red-haired girl sitting next to Jamie in the chapter where she hits James in the back of the neck with a spit ball?!?

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    • blamsart says:

      Lol! Haha, I remember I made her to go with Raph’s story! I really liked her hair color though…
      And no, if there is going to be a resuscitation it’s not going to be one my readers want unfortunately.


  5. I don’t like how James wants to use Jane as a weapon too. It seems she’s spent her whole life being viewed as nothing but a weapon. Except, perhaps, for her time with Kevil, for she considers him to be family. I wouldn’t be surprised if Kevil is the first person who treated her as the living being she is
    Also, I hope having the name “Jane” will deter James from continuing to call her a “thing.” -___-

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    • blamsart says:

      He’s not the first.
      There was another a long long time ago, but she’s all but forgotten him.
      Kevil is the first in a long time to really treat her normally. He never blames her for anything, because he knows she’s never been able to make the decisions herself.

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