Special Update

This blog is now located here Grimm's Legacy. I just closed the poll for Generation three. However, at this point in time, I'm unsure if I will actually be continuing this legacy. Before I make my decision though, I would like to hear from all of you, your thoughts on this.
Thank you so much for reading.

Second Generation

I moved to Wordpress awhile back because I decided I liked that format better, since then I have completed Emma's generation, and I'm now on Chapter 8 of Symphony's Generation.

I've also created an Outtakes page for my blogs.

I'm getting ready to put up the heir vote for Generation 3, I should be releasing that by this weekend, Sunday the latest. I'll be keeping it up for a good while as well, so please let me know what you think and stop by :)

Blue

As Titus had gotten older, more capable of helping Symphony with her terrors. He often became her assistant in her devious endeavors. What they did in that attic...Emma would never know, nor quite frankly did she want to know.

She often heard mutterings of Spider and got goose bumps, terrified to think of what lurked in the shadows up there. She could just imagine the giant creatures and rats the size of house cats.

Poor Nautilus may get eaten by the monsters.

Although Emma doubted anything could devour her late cat's feisty kitten.

Nautilus had become fascinated by baby Symphony although it wasn't long after Symphony and Delmar's first birthday that they lost Patches long before her time and Nautilus disappeared. Emma had begun to worry, Symphony's cries for the kitten pulling at her heart, until she heard from Satrina. Nautilus had been lying on her couch with Llia one day when she came home and stayed there. The two kittens took comfort from the other, spending their time milling about the house, adventuring. Until Satrina moved away, disappearing into the night.

What Emma hadn't known was that Emma Blood and Diva Flora wouldn't return from their trp. While Shannon was shamed when Emma found out said woman had come on to Mason. Her family came before the "good witch". There were plenty more like her.

She didn't need a home wrecker, none of them did.

A thump and crash from above made Emma cringe, jarring her from her reverie. A loud yowl from Nautilus received a sigh. Breaking glass received a groan.

When the loud cussing started, Emma let her head fall into her hand.

Dear lord, would it ever stop?

Kona came running by, nearly tripping over the flower vase, Topaz had climbed on the furniture and lord knows where Carmelo had gone. And then someone started pounding on the door.

When Emma pulled the door open, she was rather stunned to see the blue girl standing there.

"Hi!" The girl smiled, her face bright, waving at Emma as if it was completely natural for her to be there. "Is Symphony in?"

Then the girls aqua eyes went wide, her mouth forming the shape of an O. "I'm so sorry, I didn't introduce myself." She laughed quite loudly. "My name's Nephthys. I'm new in town." Her face became bright again, smile so wide the corners of her eyes crinkled, her hand out for Emma to shake.

"Symphony was nice enough to friend me at school and invited me over sometime to study alchemy together so I said yeah, plus she said most of her fam's faeries like me and mine and maybe we'd get along since there's so few of us here. Plus she told me about Nautilus and her new pet dragon you gave her plus the Sanctuary you built for her so I, was like, cool! And she said I should come see. Anyways, nice to meet you." And Nephthys-after gesturing wildly through her long winded speech-held her hand back out for Emma to shake.

Emma just stared at the girl-Nephthys-her mouth hanging open and eyes wide, her hand still resting on the door knob and the creepy expression she possessed, of half a mind to slowly back a way and lock the house down. But after several more minutes, Emma's face twitched into a creeped out, half smile, with too much teeth and too thin lips, reaching out to shake Nephthys hand slowly like how you would approach a growling dog-if you were that stupid.

"Hi." Emma croaked. "N-nice to meet y-you." She cleared her throat, forcing a nice smile but she knew the fear was still in her eyes. Hopefully Nephthys didn't notice.

"Symphony's upstairs in the attic. I can-" Emma began, stepping back and pulling the door open to allow the blue girl access to her home.

"Oh, you don't have to. I can find my way. Don't worry. I know I freak you out. I've the tendency to do that."

And with that Nephthys skipped her way inside and up the stairs, pigtails bouncing, googles askew, humming to an unknown tune.

Leaving Emma standing in the open doorway, once again wearing a stunned expression. Before she corrected herself and put her smiling mask back on and closed the door.

Pacific

The house was trashed. To say the least. Egyptian tunes resonated through the house, children laughing and screaming mingling with the noise.
She could hardly believe how fast time had flown. She could remember when she had to stumble through a plausible explanation of how Symphony's hair had changed colors, giggles and screams, tricks and pranks, and now she was getting married.

Titus had even found love and she now had another grand baby: Octavia and Delma. Delmar and Kristy's little girl.

She was a little darling.
Thistle was now on her fifth boyfriend this month, although she constantly raved on and on about Teague who was twenty years her senior.
Emma often was the recipient of Thistle's ravings of love and heartbreak.
And now she was down to three...
A loud knock broke Emma of her reverie, when she heard the door open and Titus' deep voice greeting the visitor, Emma relaxed back into her chair and picked up her book, going back to reading about the mysteries of catching the golden koi.
It wasn't until later that Emma would regret not answering the door herself among many other poor choices made over the years.

Sandy Days

When Emma recieved the invitation, to say she was surprised was to put it mildly. It had been a long time since she'd heard or seen her daughter Cello. And today, on the tenth anniversary of Braendan's death...Emma was grateful to hear from Cello and a day at the beach sounded like just what Emma needed.
Symphony sulked the entire morning in the attic, even though Topaz and Carmelo had gone to a friends while Kona planned to spend the day in the garden so Symphony could do as she pleased, she was forced to remain inside most of the time due to her sensitivity to the sunlight.

As Emma headed out the door a loud bang from above made her wince and begin to question just what her children were doing up there...

By the time Emma arrived at the beach, Cello was already there relaxing on a towel.

When Emma was only a few feet from her daughter, Cello sat up and moved to hug her mother.

The act shocked Emma, but she recovered quickly enough to return the hug after only a moments hesitation.
Cello pulled back and silently helped her mother spread out the blanket and set the wrapped food down.

They both sat down and silently munched while looking out over the empty beach and ocean.
"I was really mad at you." Cello finally broke the silence.
"For the longest time...since you told us all the truth, I don't know. I just blamed you. For everything. All you've done." Cello cut herself off, sitting in silence.
Emma didn't say anything, she'd had a feeling Cello was also angry with her, but Cello was far more reserved then Symphony.
As time passed in the quiet, Emma saw the tears develop in Cello's eyes and her daughters shoulders slump.
"Were you ever going to tell us or just let us continue to believe that da-that Braendan was our father and never tell us the truth? When were you going to tell me that Kearney was my father?"

"I guess I never really thought about it." Emma saw the outrage and disbelief in her daughter's black eyes, but continued. "When I was pregnant with Symphony and Delmar I wasn't sure who's they were to be honest, I'd planned on telling Braendan after I gave birth when I knew the stress wouldn't cause them any harm. I knew we'd be able to tell after I gave birth who's they were and then it would be up to him, but the day I went into labor I learned he'd found another. And he left. Not then, but it wasn't long. A few years. When Symphony and Delmar were fourteen months I met your father and you and your sister were born but me and him didn't last.
He wasn't interested in family life I guess.
I had you two and then Braendan came back. Not long after I discovered I was expecting Topaz. And right before Braendan passed, I gave birth to Titus and Carmelo." Emma fell silent for several moments.

"I don't claim to be an angel. I've made my fair share of mistakes, I've sinned and have quite a few regrets, but I live my life and love all of my children and I don't regret any of them because then I wouldn't have all of you."
This time they both stayed silent, just watching the sun set together.

"I don't get it." Cello shrugged. "It doesn't make sense to me, and somehow I don't think you're telling me the whole truth, but I also don't think you're going to anytime soon either."
Emma didn't say a word, a small frown tugging the corners of her lips as they fell into a tense silence as the sun finally went below the horizon.

Tredecim

Who's Who Table of contents for the family

13 years later

Despite all the memories attached to their home, Emma had decided it was time for a change. And more room, and with a bit of coaxing she had managed to convince her teenager daughters and adoptive son to move to a home on the other side of town. Titus, Topaz, and Carmelo thankfully were too little to really care.

Emma was hardly surprised when Cello and Thistle asked to move in with Mercedes. She hadn't been surprised when Delmar had come to her and asked to go with Mercedes when she got a place with Mason Sackholme. Her late step-father's partner. Now that had nearly struck poor Emma dead, learning he was a vampire nearly gave her gray hair.

Impossible, but you get the point.

"Symphony!" Emma yelled from the kitchen. "Get ready! Now!"

She knew her daughter was lounging around, still in casual clothes. She also knew her daughter rolled her eyes and stuck her headphones in.

"We are going to be late for your sister's wedding! Now get a move on!"

Thumping was her answer and assurance that Symphony was getting ready.

Topaz had already changed. running around giggling to herself while Titus and Carmelo sat on the floor playing with their dolls and Kona, who looked quite nice in his suit.

Symphony had turned out to be the trouble child.

She was the one breaking curfew without a care, staying up or out as late as she wanted. Pranking neighbor's houses. Rather irritating having friends show up covered in raw eggs or toilet paper or both. But she refused to listen to her. Braendan had been in her life just a short time and Symphony refused to acknowledge her biological father. The only people she would even begin to listen to were Oceane, Kona, Titus, and Doyle.

Symphony adored her older sister and Oceane's youngest and only son Doyle. Titus had her wrapped around his little finger and Kona had her heart. Emma would never understand how she got regulated to the back but she did.

Sometimes, the way Symphony acted, some of the things she said... well Emma just wondered if her daughter even loved her or if she sometimes wished she were dead...

"There. Happy now." Symphony snarled, stomping down the stairs dressed in a violet and dark orange gown, her hair styled up so that it prominently displayed her purple highlights.

"Yes." Emma sighed. "You look lovely dear." Of all her children, Symphony was the one she felt closest to despite their differences and Symphony's snarls and hisses.

Sometimes she thought her daughter had snake blood.

"Whatever." Symphony huffed, walking past Emma to crouch down by Kona and Titus. She lifted the red transparent toddler into her arms, tickling him, a smile lighting up their faces and revealing their fangs.

Kona lifted Carmelo into his arms, laughing at his girlfriend and Titus. And Topaz had climbed on a chair and was preceding over her imaginary royal court. Emma rolled her eyes.

"Topaz!"

Cello and Thistle

Now that Riley was real, Oceane spent less time with her potions and more time outside with her best friend. Shayne had even welcomed Riley with open arms, although she claimed that he was her second best friend; the pranks that he was often the brunt of seemed to suggest otherwise. Mercedes had in turn disappeared and was often over at Mason's home, and when Oceane brought to life her sister's imaginary friend-Peaches-Peaches wouldn't leave her friends side and wound up spending more time at Mason's then home.

Of course, this made things slightly easier on the very pregnant Emma although she felt horrible for saying that. It gave her the time she needed to plan the twins birthday and prepare for her upcoming birth as well as remodel the girl's room and create Delmar his own room.

Come time for the birthday and Emma had some rather odd explaining to do to her friends as to why her daughter now had orange and purple hair. It was rather difficult to explain the little girl had inherited her mother's powers despite being a vamp and had just simply wished her hair that way. But throw in some creativity, Oceane's failed potions getting mixed together, a plume of smoke and she had everyone convinced it was a simple mishap. Albeit irreversible.

 



 Sweet little Delmar celebrated second, turning into a handsome and shy little boy that captured his mama's heart. He rarely left her side, choosing to spend the rest of the small party at her side. Sarah, Byrn, and Braendan didn't come like normal, but Mindy had snuck out to come see her step-family. Satrina had moved not long after she gave birth, to where no one here knew. Diva and Emma Blood had begun to talk about taking a trip around the world and were now making preparations. They would leave not long after Mercedes' next birthday. Because of their plans they hadn't been able to make it. However, her new friend Shannon had been able to.

Oceane and Symphony became close friends fast despite their differences. Symphony had turned into a feisty, hot head, while Oceane had always been grounded. They enjoyed playing tricks on one another and one day Oceane tricked Symphony into drinking a ghost potion and turned the orange haired girl transparent and white.

Emma swore those two would turn her hair gray.

But considering their friendship, she wasn't surprised when Oceane brought Kona to life just like Riley and Peaches. All of a sudden she had Shayne, Kona and three little girls running wild around her home constantly causing unintentional chaos in their games while Delmar hid in his fairy house.

 

Mercedes was still often gone with Peaches, and Emma often felt the void left there by her missing daughter, but Emma knew how close Mercedes had grown to Mason and Susie over the years; they were her honorary aunt and uncle and she couldn't bear to drive a wedge in their relationship.

She also knew that Braendan seemed happy with Mindy, not that she really cared. The curse had set in and she never would again.

She was actually thankful when she went into labor and gave birth to Topaz, the only one to inherit her looks. 

What shocked her even more was when she came home from France to find Braendan waiting on the front porch steps.

Symphony, Delmar, Riley, Oh my!





 

As Emma lay on the bed, resting after another contraction, her mind traveled back to Oceane's birthday and Sarah's very pregnant presence. She wasn't surprised that she was there, since Sarah's mother, Wynn Bryne, was a close friend of Emma's, but she had been surpised by Sarah's state and Sarah's refusal to name a father. She assumed that she had had an affair with a married man, she just hadn't ever suspected that it was her husband that was said man.

 

But as always, Emma had minded her own business. After all, it was her daughter's birthday. She wanted to enjoy it and make sure that Oceane had a wonderful time. Which Oceane had done despite Sarah going into labor in the middle of cake.

She also didn't question when Braendan took Sarah to the hospital, missing his own daughter's birthday, because she believed he was just being the kind hearted, loving man that she had chosen to father her children.

But now it all made sense.

He went because it was his baby. Because he loved her and wanted to be there.

As another contraction set in and she gripped Diva and Emma Blood's hand's tight, she could feel her heart hardening and knew she'd followed in her mother's footsteps. Knew that she had fallen prey to it too. She knew that after tonight, nothing would ever be the same. And she was right.

It wasn't long before Symphony and Delmar's first birthday was upon them, and of course, Symphony having been born two minutes before Delmar, she got to blow out her candles first.

Symphony ended up growing up into a beautiful little girl with black hair and her mama's eyes. Then it came Delmar's turn.

He was just as handsome as his daddy, the only difference between the twins ended up being their hair. Some how Delmar ended up with a dark brown hair color, but it was barely noticeable to his sister's raven black hair.

The party continued long after cake, even though the tots and kids were sent to bed not long after dark. All the normal crowd had come: Kearney, Mason, Diva, Emma Blood, Satrina, Sarah and her daughter Mindy, Wynne, and Finn Dolan. Braendan and Finn kept getting into tussles, arguing and fighting until Emma was forced to send him home. Although she could hardly blame Finn since he was married to Sarah and she had just given birth to her husband's child. But that was a matter of life. It happened.

When Emma went upstairs to check on the tots not long after the party had dispersed she found little Symphony on the floor by her crib, playing with her doll Kona. Rather curiously, biting the poor things neck like a vampire. Emma had a feeling that her daughter had not inherited her fairy wings unlike her brother and a knot formed in her stomach.

 

The fact that she had given birth to a vampire's children would have caused an uproar, ending in her imprisonment. But that was a fact that could be hidden. A fairy haven given birth a vampire child that inherited the gene? That was something that would tear her kingdom apart. Royal blood was bound by certain laws far more strict then those governing the subjects. One of the which, the strictest one being that a royal fairy never gave birth to another supernatural's child. Never.

 

The fact her daughter was sitting there showing such signs, well...that did not bode well for the future. So long as it was never known in her homeland.

 

 



 



As Emma began to teach her twins their skills, Oceane had taken up a new hobby, isolating herself from her sister and friend. She could often be found mixing potions, talking to herself and Riley. Emma began to see great potential in her daughter and knew that she would do something great one day while Braendan began to worry when he wasn't with Sarah and Mindy.

His concern came to a head when he came home one day and found Oceane had acciendelty turned herself into a ghost when one of her potions had gone awry. That night Emma and Braendan's screams could be heard a mile away, not a silent moment until dawn approached.

Braendan walked out at first light and wouldn't be back for a long time.

Traitorous Heart

 

 

Time had flown by quickly for Emma, watching Mercedes and Oceane grow up. She had thought that as children so close in age that they would become best friends, as it was, she often found them in separate bedrooms, Mercedes playing with Peaches and Oceane playing with Riley. Of course Emma saw nothing wrong with imaginary friends, but to spend all their time separated....she didn't quite understand. Braendan, though, didn't seem to really mind and would often tell her not to worry so much over it. And she tried, but it wasn't always so easy to do. She took comfort in the fact that they often sat together on the bus and stuck together at school along with their little friend Shayne Mithrilien who was becoming a regular in their household(he was the only one who didn't mind Peaches and Riley).

Time had passed and Braendan began to spend more and more time away from home as he got higher and higher up the ladder at work. She was so proud of him, joining the Agency even though she missed him, and he still found time for the kids. She couldn't have ever imagined picking a better father.

Emma began to grow antsy, feeling as if she was being watched. She had been uneasy since the dolls came in the mail when the children we're just toddlers. This was the first time she'd spent more then five years in one place and she was afraid that they were catching up to her. But so far, she'd seen nothing. No one no where. Her, Patches, and Nautilus had been patrolling, just to make sure.

Patches and Nautilus had been taking turns wandering the town, looking for any sims that matched the sketches she'd drawn. While Emma would take to her sprite form and dart off whenever she had the chance.

Braendan began to notice how tense she was all the time and questioned her on it. When she finally confessed she was worried that someone was after them, he suggested a long trip aboard. At first she refused, but after a week of the three working to convince her that they could take care of themselves while she was away she agreed to spend a month over seas, on the condition that they took precautions and the children never went anywhere alone.

She had decided to divide her time between two different countries, China and France. She spent the first two weeks in China, exploring and relishing in the feel of being free to wander and do as she pleased with no worries again, knowing here that she hadn't been found and wasn't being followed. Soon she traveled to France, where she discovered the art of creating nectar and gardening something she quickly grew to love(well the nectar part, not so much the gardening part. She didn't care much for flowers despite being a fairy).

It was there that she met Jules. He was a vampire with a sweet tooth. She often found him somewhere in the nectary, sampling some sort of nectar. He would often join her while she waited for the machine to finish pressing her nectar and putting it in bottles. They talked about everything, from her children to her often absent husband. She even found herself confiding bits and pieces about her long forgotten past. He made her laugh in a way Braendan hadn't since Mercedes and Oceane were toddlers.

So when she wound up at his place, having had a little too much nectar, and ended up in the shower with him...well it seemed only natural at the time. But then again, that could have just been the nectar talking....

As to whether or not she regretted that night, well she had yet to decide.

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Back at home, Braendan often had Kearney and Mason over while Mercedes and Oceane invited Shayne to spend the entire month with them. Why his parents agreed, Braendan would never understand, but the Mithrilien's were an odd couple, at odds with most of the families in town, and Fintan hated his wife, So Braendan actually considered it a blessing to the poor kid to be able to come over here. He often seemed starved for love, something his wife didn't seem to mind giving to him.

It wasn't long before Braendan received another invite and he left the children with Mason, disappearing into the dead of the night.  

Mason knew where he was going, and while he didn't agree, he kept his opinions to himself. It wasn't his place to say. Instead, sitting with the kids, Mercedes in his lap, watching a horror movie their mother would never let them watch on their own.

Braendan climbed up the trellis to Sarah's window, where she stood waiting for him. "Be quiet now, we can't wake Finn or Wynn." She whispered, wrapping her hand around his arm and helping him inside. Even though he didn't actually need the help.

"I know, thankfully Emma's gone for another week."

"Otherwise we wouldn't be able to meet. I know." She whispered, her gaze sorrowful.

"I'm sorry my love." He stroked her cheek and gently kissed her.

She shook her head, a single tear slipping down her cheek, her hand over his.

"I love you." She whispered, her eyes slipping closed.

He said nothing back, just led her over to the bed and spent the night with her in his arms.

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Within two weeks of returning home, Emma began to spend every evening with the toilet. She became suspicious when she began to crave crepes with watermelon. Now, she loved crepes, that she wouldn't deny. But she absolutely despised watermelon. She could not stand even the flavor of it. Let alone chunks in her crepes with cheese? Disgusting, but she couldn't quit eating it.

Braendan found it funny. He would laugh every time she would be sitting there, shoveling it in, giving it the death stare. Well, he would until she turned her death stare onto him. That shut him up real quick.  

With all the time she spent preparing for her new born, all thoughts of her family and being stalked flew from her mind and instead was replaced with ideas for nurseries, color schemes, and stuffed animals. Braendan and Mason became invaluable during those few months that her stomach grew heavy with child. Mercedes, Oceane, and Shayne were often found in the nursery helping their father and honorey uncle painting and putting together furniture. Often times the invisible Peaches would be giving a hand, while Riley snuck up on the grown men and seemed to enjoy scaring the daylights out of them.

Emma would often sit in the rocking chair in the hall watching all of this through the doorway, not allowed into the room due to the paint fumes.

Many afternoons were spent like this, memories filled with laughter and love.

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Towards the end of her pregnancy, Emma began to grow cabin fever, becoming antsy and edgy, snapping at everyone and anyone who so much as looked at her wrong. Until finally Braendan suggested that she took Patches and Nautilus down to the Cat Park for the day, to take time to relax and get away from it all. And after several minutes of glaring at him, she conceded and left mid noon to go and relax while the cats played.

Diva Flora, Emma Blood, and Satrina Caro had brought Zoey, Eleanor, and Llia, which allowed Patches to be able to spend time with all her litter for the first time in a long time.

The four women sat on the benches, talking and laughing, allowing Emma to relax despite her pregnancy hormones. The topic often turned towards Emma's upcoming birth, the other women lamenting their desire for a child.

"You're so lucky to have Braendan. He seems so nice, always taking care of you. All my men have been jerks." Diva moaned, laughing along with the rest.

"I just want a child of my own." Satrina added in.

"I could care less to be honest." Emma Blood shrugged. "I wouldn't mind being a godmother though." She laughed.

"Well you can be godmother to this little baby." Emma rubbed her belly. "That way this little bean can have god mama Emma and mama Emma."

"That little bean can call me their Aunty Em, you can be mama Emma." Emma Blood laughed. "I don't want to be anyone's mother." The rest of the girls laughed and soon talk turned to details of the nursery built by the rest of Emma's household.

When her back began to ache, sometimes with a shooting pain, Emma decided it was time to call it a day. She invited all the girls over for some coffee, but Satrina declined, stating she had other engagements and then was gone. Emma had a feeling she knew what other engagements Satrina had, but she kept her mouth shut. She knew the power of secrets.

Diva and Emma Blood helped her gather up the rambunctious cats, Nautilus being the most difficult to grab-this was the first time Nautilus had really been active since she was a kitten before Mercedes was born, so her resistance was a shock.

Emma had never lived far from the town's center, and it wasn't long before they were walking in the front door of Emma's rather large "humble" abode. Seeing Mason sitting on the couch with the three kids, Braendan no where in site, a knot formed in the pit of Emma's stomach, the shooting pains growing worse.

"E-emma, we didn't expect you back until this evening." Mason stuttered, a nervous smile on his face.

"What's up with you?" Emma Blood demanded, eyeing the vamp like he was about to have her for dinner.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" His tone was too formal and his smile was starting to get a little creepy.

"Um...you're being weird...and very very creepy." Diva put it bluntly, her arm linked with Emma's.

Emma had remained silent, the knot growing and the pains coming at an alarming rate. She was very afraid she knew what was coming.

"Mason." Her tone was quiet, neutral, calm. Her face reflecting no emotions. He focused on her. She raised her eyes to meet his and asked, "Where is my husband."

His head dropped and his words were barely audible but here them she did. "He's with Sarah Dolen, They'v been seeing each other in secret for a while now."

Emma didn't even flinch when her water broke.