Maureen McKee Journal

This time, our target was obvious. The vain, self centered Diva herself, Katherine Mullins.

Oh, she pretended to be friendly and kind, but that was just a ploy to keep her coffee shop running. I can understand that, after all. Pffft, I know personally how the simple minded sims in Rainbow Ridge are far too easy to fool.

Once I made the connection, I fled before too many eyes set upon me.

Leo and I had a different plan this time, something a little more creative. We had heard of this special solution while recently visiting the Orient. So I set out to work on it right away. Not surprisingly, we were successful almost immediately.

Then we only needed to draw the fly into the web. A little flattery with this puffed up imbecile and she was under our control.

To give her credit, she looked a little uncertain at first. But she couldn't resist the lure of the gift and the promise it entailed. She accepted it willingly.

Hoping for a magic youth elixir, the Diva drank down the poison. Gulped it down, in fact.

I congratulated my anamchara on a job well done. Again.

The Diva fell asleep, never to awaken.

Oh, how Leo and I revelled in the pain of her loved ones! Such music to our ears was their crying and wailing. Too bad there was only a handful who really suffered. The Diva was not well liked, after all.

That is my only remorse. To have touched more sims with our little lark would have made the experience perfect.

Alas, our backyard is plenty big for more graves. And Rainbow Ridge is surely overflowing with sims who deserve a dark, lonely resting place there.

I really don't see what all the fuss is about!

It's not like getting rid of Benjamin Long was even a challenge, after all.

A little flattery, a little gossip...

I told him everyone was doing it, and he was shocked.

Before I knew it he was under my spell.

I took him in my arms...

And made him just like me. Undead.

But not for long, for he was just a toy to me. A plaything.

I was worried about what Leo would think, but I needn't have been.

For inside, my anamchara is as evil as I.

Something made me take that ladder out of the pool that night.

He stayed there all night, and in the morning when the sun came up...He was gone.

Ahhh, I despair. It has happened again, and so swiftly too. One life taken right after the other. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My beloved Leo and I thought we would lay low for a while, after that horrible write-up about us in the Rainbow Ridge Times not too long ago. Loathsome reporters!

But then the "Katherine Gate" scandal hit the news, and suddenly we were out of the spotlight again. In the darkness, where we preferred to be. We went to work every evening at The Slaughtered Lamb, and eventually the Pub got so in demand that we had to hire outside help. Joe Carr was the most experienced applicant, so naturally we employed him.

I had no idea how vile he was, how mean spirited and unkind. I thought I would get along very well with him, for these reasons alone!

But he made the customers cry and started fights so often my business began to lose it's stars!

Joe was an uncouth louse, undisciplined and ignorant. Being wicked is one thing, but such impulses need to be well hidden, under a facade of the more acceptible humane behavior.

Here was my chance to do something. But what? How?

Leo and I made him trust us, befriend us, and eventually we invited him into our home. When he discovered Benjamin Long's grave hidden in our back yard, we knew we had our sign. Joe Carr was to be made voiceless. Eternally.

Oh, what a delight it was to play with him so! He was the game, and we were the hunters.

We circled our prey, toyed with him, yes, I daresay we tortured the poor soul.

And then we made him one of us. Nosferatu. For that is our propensity, no other death would satisfy our yearnings. Only the second death of the undead.

The mindless fool, his destruction turned out to be nearly effortless, barely a challenge at all, in fact.

Death didn't take long to claim him, unfortunately. In my opinion he went far too quickly to the other side. Not enough suffering, not enough torment.

My anamchara and I will have to do something about that the next time. For I am no amadan. I am quite aware there will be a next time. We have awakened the beasts within us, and we have no desire to stop it now.