1.10 Facing a villain

     Not only had old Helga thrown Lukas out, he'd went and gotten himself a new girlfriend. Even moved in with her. Iva had broken all contact with him. In her mind, he owed her a big, fat appology. That bastard. She'd even tried taking up contact with an old friend, a woman this time, she really needed some female friends. But the woman only mouthed her off. That's what you get for contacting pregnant women.
     All wasn't bad though. Fatty had benefited from Ivas guilt trip, and now sat like an egyptian pharao on her throne. Iva also visited her parents and brother several times. Breaking someone up, had made her think. Even if she didn't admit it.
     There was one person though, that she'd wronged more than anyone. And the time had come to do something about it. She chose spooky day, and went dressed up as something that really suited her.

     Gard met her even before she set foot inside the property. Staying under a dark umbrella to prevent catching fire.
     Iva made sure to greet him in a proper way: I'm a superhero. I call her Icebitch, since I'm all cold and bitchy. 
     .....okay.... For some reason he didn't seem to see the humour in it. We had dress up day at work, he said. Butler. So, he wasn't dressed up as a vampire then. That would probably have been a bit weird.
 

 
     She pulled a deep breath and talked again: I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, when you needed a friend. I didn't know how to handle the thing with your sister and all. It's not an excuse, I can take responsibility for my actions. But when you handled something.....

     He never let her finish the sentence, but gave Iva a good hug instead. She tried to pretend she didn't instantly think he was going to bite her neck.
    Gard whispered in her ear: Don't worry about it. It's horrible having all those people around, constantly questioning and wanting gory details. Asking how you're doing. I just wanted to be left alone. 
     Appearently he wasn't letting her go, as he continued. His voice was unusually soft, with a threatening tone to it. Don't worry though, I have planned a sophisticated revenge against you. That did not sound good.  
     With hardly any breath left, Iva was able to gasp out a question: Does it involve squeezing the life out of me? 
     

     Sophisticated revenge indeed. Iva shouldn't have turned around, to see what the vampire was talking about.

     Atleast he was gentleman enough to drive her home, so she could change into some dry clothes after beeing attacked with waterballoons. When they both had changed their outfits, they decided to take a trip out, for good ol' times sake.
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     In their youth, no disco in Jericho was safe from them, and the rest of the gang.

     It's still the same bartender!! Iva and Gard giggled at the old lady standing behind the bar. The bars in Jericho really needed to hire some younger people. She'd worked there since they were teens.

     The old hag sure could mix drinks. Iva enjoyed the music as she slurped down her virgin coctail. Gard seemed a bit dissapointed though, but still drank it.

     Pretty much the only people there, and completely sober, the most natural thing to do was to hit the dancefloor. Normally she would be to shy with many strangers around, but it was just Gard. Nothing to worry about there.
      You see Gard, Iva shouted over the music, which actually wasn't that loud today. If you want to draw the ladies, you got to show 'em what you got, you know! So stick that tiny butt of yours out a bit, like this! She showed him how to do it. Oddly enough she heard him laugh. That was strange, and a bit rude. Here she was giving out all these good advice.

     It was way to boring dancing alone, when she could dance with a partner. Even if it only was Gard. So Iva smoothly made him dance with her, pointing her finger at him and then herself. He thought her hair made her look a bit like a scarecrow, but that wouldn't be very nice to mention.
     So he smiled at her instead, showing of his lovely white teeth. And a set of fangs that made Iva regret the idea in the first place.

     Come to think of it, she'd never really looked at her old friend. Really studied him. How was it that he was a vampire, when everyone in his family were ordinary sims? Maybe he'd been bitten by another vampire as a kid? How else could he be one, right?
     With style, she danced around him in circles, looking at his neck after bitemarks.
     Nope, not there. She hoped he didn't notice her staring.

     And not there either? That's odd? Iva wasn't sure what to think about it. Maybe he was born that way, but that couldn't be possible. Weren't vampires undeads, or dead, but how could he grow up then?
     Maybe he'd been bitten somewhere else. Under the clothes maybe? Well, it wasn't anyway she could look under there. Or was it?

     Iva jumped back as Gard suddenly stopped, looking at her with those glowing eyes.
     W-what? What's wrong? Iva tried hiding her own embarassment. Vampires couldn't read minds could they?
     I'm going to take my jacket off. His voice was completely flat, revealing that he thought she was acting a bit weird.
     Ok, Iva thought to herself. No way in hell, I'll ever even consider trying to find out if he has bitemarks under his clothes. I'll leave that to dumb wannabe gothgirls. 

     The Dj, probably the old lady behind the bar, changed the song into a slow one. Not a common accurance in this place.
     May I have this dance? Gards voice was teasing as he smiled at her. Flashing those large, pointy teeth.
     Hell no! Iva thought, staring at his teet. They were really made for biting. Biting sims like her!! But she stil answered: Okay! 
     He put on his sweetest smile and said: Are you sure you're not to scared? 
     Me? Scared? Of what?! I'm not scared! She laughed a bit to loud.

     Riiight. The vampire finally closed his mouth, hiding those aweful teeth. She'd never actually noticed how large they were. She did notice the teasing smile he had. Ofcourse he knew she was scared.
     So she smiled forcefully at him and said: So what have you been up to lately?

     His voice didn't change a bit. Obviously he found her behaviour funny. Iva, on her hand, made sure she kept a good distance between them, just in case he got hungry.
    Same old thing, he said. Working, training, dating, kidnapping innocent young women, holding them hostage in my dark manor in Greywood, fighting fairies,.... You know. Nothing new really. How about you? His face was innocently serious.
     Iva was completely taken by surprised, doing something so rare as blushing.
     Oh no, you read that? She tried to get out of his arms, hoping to hide in the restroom. But he held her in a firm grip, leaving no room for escape.
     Ofcourse I have. I've read all your books. 

    Crap, the thought hit hard and humiliating. Iva was way to embarassed to even make a comment.
    But he wasn't done yet. Almost laughing he said: I can't believe you made me a villain! You really think I'll ever do anything like that? And Lukas a hero? Really? Lukas? He'd forget what he was doing before he even got there. He's a fairy! 

     She tried explaining herself whilst he bent her backwards: It's not excactely you! The position made her back hurt, and it didn't get any better when she noticed he stared at her neck. Great, now he was probably getting hungry. Her voice sounded forced and awkward: You're just very inspiring. 

     Right... Atleast he still sounded amused. Tell the truth, he said teasingly, because I can hold you like this for a very long time. Got a bit of a backpain there maybe?  
     Iva giggled, even if it was painful. It had been a lame excuse: Fine, I got a contract for a crappy book I didn't want to write. I was desperate, and to lazy to research! They wanted an evil vampire, and I gave them you! 

     He carefully pulled her back up again, with a small comment that she really needed to start working out.
     Evil? That's very flattering of you. Luckily he still seemed amused.    
     Look at it from the bright side, Iva smiled at him. Your character has a fanclub, Lukas' don't. There's tons of teenagegirls out there thinking you're way hot! 
     Well, that's.... creepy. As he said it, Ivas eyes once again saw those large fangs, pretty much filling his entire mouth. Wonder how often he bit his own tounge with those?

      Before she could mouth her intelligent question, he twirled her around, laughing, putting some distance between them.
     You have to admit it was fun to read that!! She laughed back at him.
     Okay, maybe a bit. Just please don't do anything like that again. I nearly chocked when I read it. What if someone think it's true? 

     Want another drink there, oh evil vampire? It's getting late and and we don't want the dark prince missing his curfew! 
    He let her go as the music changed again.

     Iva ordered them drinks, in her usual charming way. Hey! Hey! You crusty old raisin! TWO VIRGIN DRINKS PLEASE!!! 

     Once again, Ivas sweet personality saved them from a long wait. Which wouldn't have been that long anyway, since there were barely any people present.

     See how I handled that  there, Gard! That's how you treat old ladies! 
    He didn't seem to happy with the drink. It was bad enough that it wasn't any alcohol in it.

     But it was pink......

     ..... and had a heart in it.....

     Strangely enough, he left after finishing the drink.
     It was nice spending some time with you Iva.
    They hugged eachother and went their separate ways. He hadn't even squeezed the breath out of her this time. And even better, no biting!
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It's another filler chapter, I know. I always just felt there was a lack at Iva and Gards friendship. He just got left out in the cold, poor guy. No idea why they are in costumes though, it's not a party or anything at the property. And that yelling Iva does at the old lady.... first she does the "shy" idle, then walkes straight up to the old woman and start shouting. Poor old woman.
I really love the slow dance interaction, and wish there were more options for two sims to dance together. Ah well.
And a note to self: Must kill off all the old bartenders.
Thanks for reading :)