Journey Home is a story about Siobhan Gilbert. I originally posted it on my simblr, and you can find it here: Link.
With how things are going on tumblr at the moment, I am wanting to start to move away. I’m not sure where I’ll head yet, but for now, I’m going to slowly rescue my sims stories (and my other fandom stuff).
So I’m bringing Siobhan’s story over here.
After my trip to Starlight Shores, to see my granddaughters and give my goodbyes to Alexandre, I arrived in Bridgeport.
I was ready for a new start. My ex-husband had died of old age, my daughter, dear Lilliana, was living in her own world, and my granddaughters were grown women with children of their own.
Eilidh looked so much like Lilli!
Bridgeport, I knew, would be a good place for a new start. There was a community of vampires there, and it was a loud bustling city, where it was easy to go unnoticed.
My first night in Bridgeport, I went out clubbing, wanting to meet other vampires. I ordered a drink and looked around. The club was pretty empty, but perhaps as the night went on, it would fill up.
I was surprised to feel a tap on my shoulder as I sat at the bar, and I turned around to see a familiar face.
“Siobhan!” she said happily, “Oh, it is so good to see you!”
“Lucille!” I pulled her into my hug. Despite what had happened between Alexandre and I, Lucille had remained my best friend, “What are you doing in Bridgeport?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Lucille said, “It’s been so long, what, fifteen years?”
“Something like that,” I replied. Lucille and my brother Seamus, her husband, had moved away after their daughter Emilie grew up, and spent some time in France, Lucille and Alexandre’s home country.
“So, is Seamus around?” I asked, looking around to see if I could spot my brother. Lucille shook her head, looking at me hesitantly.
“When was the last time you spoke to Seamus?” Lucille asked. I frowned, thinking for a moment. While I did keep in touch with my siblings and other family, we didn’t feel the necessity to speak often. As vampires, we had forever, so often we only saw each other once a decade or so.
“I think it was seven years ago,” I said after a moment.
“We separated three years ago,” Lucille said, “It’s been difficult. Seamus moved to a small town, Appaloosa Plains, and I stayed in Champs Les Sims for awhile, and moved to Bridgeport six months ago.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said. Lucille and Seamus had always seemed so perfect for each other. Lucille waved a hand dismissively.
“It happened. Now we must move on, non?” Lucille said. I nodded in agreement, thinking of everything that had happened in my life that I needed to move on from.
We went out and danced for awhile, having a bit of fun. It was such a nice surprise, seeing Lucille, and it made this move worth it.
My apartment was closer, so after we got too tired to dance, we headed to my place, and lay on my bed, talking for hours. Lucille told me everything that had happened with her and Seamus, and I told her everything about Alexandre, Lilli, Brigitte and Aimee. She knew a little about how Alex and I had ended things, but neither of us had ever told her the full story.
“Everything is my fault,” I said, “If i’d been a more attentive mother, if I hadn’t let myself be swept up in mourning the loss of my son, Alex and I would have stayed together, Lilli would have been okay. Those girls, my granddaughters, wouldn’t have had to be raised my their grandfather. It was Alex who raised them, and I had nothing to do with them until I swept into their house a week ago! I’m such an awful person!”
“You’re not an awful person,” Lucille said, “You were dealt a difficult hand. Your son was stillborn, that’s a difficult thing to cope with. Your daughter was committed into a mental institute. You didn’t know what to do, but that doesn’t make you an awful person.”
“I couldn’t face Alex,” I said, sniffing, “He moved back in to help Lilli raise the girls after Fletcher’s death, and he raised them after Lilli was committed. After the way things ended, I couldn’t face him.”
“You loved him,” Lucille said softly.
“I still love him,” I said, “I always will, and now he’s dead.”
“Ah, mon frere,” Lucille said, “He was such a good person.”
“So protective of those he loved,” I said, the memory of when I first met Alexandre bursting into my mind, “Have you gone to see him?” Lucille shook her head.
“I said my good byes to him long ago,” Lucille said, “When we moved to France, I wasn’t sure if I would be back before he died of old age, so I said good bye to him then.”
“It took my too long to say good bye,” I said, my voice shaking, “I was heart broken, I couldn’t – I don’t know how I managed it last week.”
“Perhaps what you need is someone new,” Lucille said, “To move on.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said.
“You split up when your daughter was a child. You have teenage great-grandchildren now. It’s time,” Lucille said.
“Siobhan!” Lucille walked into my room. A few months had passed since I had moved to Bridgeport, and Lucille had moved in with me.
“Go ‘way,” I murmured.
“No. I found someone for you!” Lucille said, looking incredibly pleased with herself.
“Lucille, no,” I groaned.
“Just give it a go, please? One date?” Lucille asked. I sighed.
“Fine,” I said, “One.”
“Yay!” Lucille exclaimed, leaving my room again.
I got up and left my bedroom to see Lucille in the living room talking to a guy, who I assumed was the guy Lucille had found for me.
“Oh my God, Lucille, I’m in my nightie!” I exclaimed. I didn’t listen to Lucille’s response as I went into the bathroom and had a quick shower.
“Siobhan, this is Richard,” Lucille said after I was finished my shower, “Richard, meet Siobhan. Now, go on a date.”
“I’m sorry about her,” I said to Richard, gesturing towards Lucille, “She thinks interfering with things is helpful.”
“I don’t mind,” Richard said, smiling at me, “I’ve been on a number of dates et up by friends, but none of them were as beautiful as you.” I snorted.
“You must think you’re so smooth,” I said, “Alright. Let’s go on this date then.”
We went to the art museum, and it was pretty enjoyable. Richard was quite funny, and as the date went on, I found I actually quite liked him.
“I’ve had a pretty good time today, Siobhan,” Richard said.
“Same here,” I agreed.
“Would you want to do this another time?” Richard asked.
“I think I would,” I agreed. Richard bit his lip thoughtfully, mustering up some courage.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked. I nodded, and he leant forward, pressing his lips softly against mine.
“So how was it?” Lucille asked knowingly when I arrived home. I blushed.
“Shut up!” I said, going straight into my room. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
Over the next couple of months, Richard I got to know each other a lot better, and he spent a lot of time over at our apartment. It was a nice change, having someone.
It was when I was reaching in for a kiss that my eyes played a trick on me. All I could see was Alexandre, not Richard. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest as I looked at him, willing him to go back. I was obviously seeing things, but after what had happened with Lilli, it struck me with fear.
I blinked, and Richard was there again. I kissed him quickly, and decided that I had seen Alex because I missed him, and the relationship with Richard was bringing these things back up again.
Over the next few months I forgot the brief moment of seeing Alex, as it didn’t happen again.
Until it did.
Richard and I hadn’t WooHooed yet, and just when we decided it was the right time, Alex was all I could see.
I pushed Richard off, starting to sob as I ran off. I couldn’t… all I could think about was Alex.
“What does this mean?” I asked Lucille after telling her what happened.
“No idea,” she replied.
“I thought I was moving on. I have to move on, I’m never going to see Alex again. He’s dead!” I exclaimed, “God, what am I doing? I regret everything.”
I moved over so that Lucille could sit down.
“Maybe I should take the cure,” I said.
“What?” Lucille asked sharply.
“It’s crossed my mind before. I’m going to live forever, and what for? I was against it when I was younger, when Alex and I were together, because of all the family drama, with my grandfather and great-grandmother, but since Lilli grew up… since Alex died, I’ve just wondered what the point was. I don’t know how Ambro and Rose do it. They’ve seen daughters die of old age, they’ve seen so much misery in our family, and they will forever,” I said.
“You always refused point blank,” Lucille said.
“I was stubborn,” I said, “Always have been. But none of it even makes sense to me anymore. You chose this, Lucille, you chose to become a vampire, but I didn’t. And I don’t think it’s what I want anymore.”
After talking to Lucille, I went out and bought the cure. There was nothing stopping me. I didn’t have any responsibilities to the Gilbert family anymore. I had lived for so long, and maybe it was time to be a human.
Taking a deep breath, I gulped the cure down, and felt myself changing. I felt more alive than I ever had. I felt warm, I could hear the blood pumping through my veins.
Lucille pulled me into a hug.
“If this is what will make you happy, then I am here for you, always,” Lucille said.
But now I was old, and dying. I could feel it in my bones, I didn’t have much time left.
Lucille stayed with me for all that time, my best friend looking after me. What she was going to do after I died, I didn’t know. I hoped she and Seamus could reconnect.
Everything around me was going dark and blurry, but I could see one thing clearly, a figure coming through the bedroom door towards me.
“Alex?” I whispered, sitting up and moving slowly towards him, “Is it you?”
“It’s me, Siobhan,” he said. He looked as young as he was when we were married, all those years ago.
“Why are you here?” I asked. Alex reached up, taking my hands in his.
“I’m here to take you home with me,” Alex said.
“Lucille?” I asked.
“She’ll be okay,” Alex said, “She’ll miss you, as she misses me.”
“Our daughter is happy,” Alex said, “And our granddaughters and descendants will be okay, in the end.” I nodded.
“I’m so happy to see you, Alex,” I said.
“It’s time to go, my love,” Alex said, pulling me gently off the bed. I hesitated before following, I could hear Lucille’s sobs. But I knew in my heart it was time to go, and so I followed Alexandre into the unknown.