Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 10

This is chapter 10 of Child of the Night to read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page.

Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 10

Kendra’s Perspective:

A week after we met I was thrilled to get a phone call from Ebenezer Clavier.  Ever since I bumped into him outside the publishers I had thought about little else.

Eb, as he liked to be called, asked me on a sunset date to a funky fusion bar in Bridgeport city.  The fact that he was sensitive enough of my vampiric condition to suggest a late time of day endeared him to me even more.

I left a note for my cousin and house mate Clara, who was working late at city hall, got ready and left the apartment giddy with excitement.

Eb met me outside the bar.

“I’m so glad you came Kendra,” he grinned at me “I got here early and the wait seemed forever but now you are here I know it was worth it.”

“Thanks,” I blushed, “Shall we get a drink?”

We went inside and bought two Kyoto My Heart cocktails.

I was impressed that he was man enough not to be phased by the very feminine drink. The effect of the alcohol was instant, it made us both relax a bit more in each other’s company. After a few more drinks and relaxed conversation we decided to go outside for some privacy.

Ever since I had become a fully fledged vampire at the age of 21 I had developed a fascination with the night sky as it was the view I saw most often.

Eb listened in fascination as I pointed out the Orion Constellation and explained the mythological stories attached to it.  When I finished talking he pulled me to my feet and into his embrace.

After kissing me so hard that I felt my pulse begin to race, he pulled back and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Kendra Magna, you are a fascinating woman, would you let me escort you home?”

“Yes of course.” I replied breathlessly. I did not want this night to end.

Once we reached my apartment building I asked Eb if he wanted to come up for coffee. I know it’s a cliché but I was feeling too shy to say what I really wanted.

However once we got in the lift I wasn’t afraid to show him:

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 9

This is chapter 9 of Child of the Night.
To read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page.

Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 9

The day after we moved into the penthouse apartment in Bridgeport, my cousin Clara put her networking skills to use.

While I sipped on some plasma juice, which was abundantly available in the city, she was on the phone to City Hall checking the plans for her first day working for the local council.

I sometimes envied her ambition and drive to succeed.  I had yet to get my career as an author off the ground. I just hoped the city would aid me with this as Clara believed that it would.

It wasn’t long before the carpool turned up to take Clara to her new job. I waved her goodbye at the door and wished her luck although I didn’t think she needed it.

Unknown to me, Clara was actually very nervous. The council in the city was much bigger and more important than that of rural Twinbrook where we came from.

She hoped that they would welcome her ideas and not laugh her out of the building.

The building itself was very imposing. It was at least twice the size of Twinbrook Town Hall  and was topped by a large copper plated dome.

When she finished her first day I decided that we should hit the town to celebrate her new job and make the most of our new urban life.

We spent a good couple of hours getting ready, we were determined to look glamorous and fit in with the cool city crowd.

We decided to try out a trendy bubble bar at a club called Aquarius. Breathing in the fruit scented bubbles made us both feel light-headed and giggly.

High on bubbles we felt less inhibited and decided to try out the rooftop dance-floor.

The view over the city was breathtaking. It was hard to believe that we now lived in such an incredible and vibrant place.

The next morning whilst I slept in, Clara somehow got herself out of bed by 6am. She made herself some breakfast and quietly left the apartment long before I rose.

When I finally managed to move myself from the comfort of my bed I decided to head down to a local publishers with samples of my work. Outside the grand building I felt hopeful as I saw titles from some of my own favourite authors in the display windows.

I dropped off my work with the receptionist and prayed it would make it onto a publishers desk. Then I wondered back out into the city dreaming of the day I’d see my own name in those windows.

I was so lost in my reverie that I almost bumped into a smartly dressed man walking towards me.

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Sims 3 Adventure Download Update 24th March 2012

Seeing as my blog on the official Sims 3 site is about as useful as a coaster since they changed us all to the My Pages., I thought I’d start posting my download site updates here.

Thanks to the Spring Island project at Neighborly Sims I was inspired to create the Flowers family and their country house:

Find more pictures and details of both creations at my Sims 3 downloads website:


Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Blooper Reel 1

As I prepare to write the first Bridgeport chapter of my Sims 3 story Child of the Night, I decided it would be a good time to pause and share some unseen glitches and funny pictures from the previous Twinbrook section of the story.

So here’s my first Sims 3 blooper reel. Enjoy 😀

Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story: Blooper Reel 1

Aunt Alexandra finds a unique way to take baby Clara for a walk:

You know your grandmother was famous in life when she’s still driving a limo in the afterlife:

Please don’t let anyone tell Aunt Lena that her wedding dress has developed a hole:

 Scratching your pits at your sister’s wedding is not a good look Liana:

Hey! Didn’t anyone tell you lot to keep off the grass? I spent ages on that garden!:

Kitten Rosa might want to see a vet about that back leg…:

That’s the last time we let your uncle babysit you Kendra:
Yes, I’d gag on my food if Rosa threw up while I was eating too. Cats really pick their moments don’t they?:

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Concert Review: Lloyd live at the Jazz Cafe 12th March 2012 supported by Bluey Robinson

This time last week I was rushing to go and see Lloyd live at the Jazz Cafe. Its never easy to go to a concert after working all day but for certain artists I make an exception and US star Lloyd is one of them. It helped that the venue is my favourite place to see live music in London too.

My fiance Roger had booked a table for us on the balcony that overlooks the stage so we could have dinner whilst we watched the live music which is something wonderfully unique to the Jazz Cafe. It also helps that the food is very tasty, New Orleans in style, and the staff are friendly too.

It soon became clear that coming out on a Monday night was well worth it as not only was the main act a lot of fun but the warm up act, British singer Bluey Robinson, blew us away with his pure talent.

He was also down-to-earth enough to stop and pose for photographs with people as he returned to the dressing room after performing. I was lucky enough to get this picture below taken of Bluey and I by Roger.

Now on with the main review which will be supported by live videos taken by Roger from his YouTube page.
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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 8

This is chapter 8 of Child of the Night to read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page

Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 8

A few days had passed since I’d agreed to turn Notzo into a vampire.
The effects of the change were not agreeing with him and he was often seen hugging the toilet bowl.

However at the end of that week his body seemed prepared to complete the change even if he wasn’t quite ready for it mentally.  It was an unnerving experience for him as he felt his blood boil in his veins.

Before he had time to understand what was happening the change took a deep hold of him and red light shone from his eyes as the transformation completed.

Now that he was a vampire, my childhood sweetheart would be like me and with me forever!

That evening we paid a visit to my mother Lucinda to break the news.
Ever since my cousin Clara’s parents had passed away I’d been making sure I spent a lot of time with my own Mum. Their deaths had brought home to me just how short and fragile human life was. Every hug I had with my Mum I cherished.

Notzo leaned in for what looked like a playful kiss of my Mum’s hand.
I giggled but the smile was soon wiped from my face.

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 7

This is chapter 7 of Child of the Night.

To read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page

Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 7

That Friday my Mum, Lucinda, and my Uncle Leonardo paid us a visit.  They arrived mid afternoon so I happily kept them entertained.

It was late by the time my cousin Clara returned home, she’d been putting in a lot overtime at work lately, so she offered to take her Dad home. My Mum had opted to spend the night with us so I stayed behind to make up the spare room and keep her company.

Clara’s Dad insisted on driving when they got to the car.  He didn’t drive often any more but felt more comfortable doing so with someone else present.

“You’re working too hard young lady,” he told his daughter as he drove.

“I just want to be as great at politics as you are Dad!”

“There’s more to being great at your job than putting in all the hours God sends though.  You should be thinking about finding a nice young man and settling down.”

Clara rolled her eyes. Sometimes her Dad’s traditional values grated on her.

“I don’t need a man Dad. I want to make it on my own and be in control of my money.”

“Okay honey, I just want you to be happy that’s all.”

By the time they arrived at her parents house their little disagreement in the car was forgotten and they were soon laughing and joking about her Dad’s political opponents and their weak tactics.

Her Dad asked her to stay for dinner and Clara offered to cook. They might not always see eye-to-eye but deep down Clara was a real Daddy’s girl.

It was while she was in the kitchen preparing a meal that she heard a scream from her mother, Alexandra, that made her blood run colder than mine.

“Nooooo! Please don’t take him from me!”

Her mother’s screams were in vain however as it seemed age had caught up with her father and his time on this earth was up.

After the coroner, Grim E Reaper, showed up to take the body, mother and daughter fell into each other’s arms sobbing hysterically.

“Mum, I can’t believe it, why Dad? why now?!”

Clara’s mother held her tighter as between sobs she replied.

“I don’t know darling, it must just have been his time. I wasn’t ready for it either, it doesn’t seem real right now”

Once Clara composed herself she called me to pass on the news.

“Kendra…it’s my Dad…he..well..he’s gone.”

I was confused.

“Gone? Gone where.”

“To heaven, I hope, he just passed away here at home. Please let Aunt Lucinda know. I’m going to spend the night here to look after my Mum.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My Uncle Leonardo, whom Clara had hero worshipped ever since she was a child, was dead.

I forced a smile on my face in an effort to sound reassuring.

“Sure, I’ll let my Mum know. You take care of your Mum and yourself okay?”

Clara thanked me and put down the phone.

Now I had the unenviable task of telling my Mum that her oldest brother had passed on.

Mum was shocked and upset but equally glad that we were together to comfort each other.

We hugged for a long time before reminiscing about Uncle Leonardo’s younger years until we were too tired to talk any more.It was only once we were emotionally and mentally exhausted that we turned in to bed.

The following day Clara surprised us all by going into work. She said that she felt the best way to honour her father was to continue his good work at the Town Hall.

But after work she would go straight to the graveyard and spend hours weeping at his headstone.

When she did return home she was so tired that she didn’t eat any dinner, she simply fell into a deep sleep on the living room sofa.

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 6

This is chapter 6 of Child of the Night.

To read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page

Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 6

I loved my Mum so much. Even if she did really believe that I was the vampire that the press rumours were about she never let on.

We spent the day together happily reminiscing over my younger years.

We also spoke about the difficulties I was having getting my writing career off the ground.

She had a far away look in her eyes before she responded to my problem.

“Oh Kendra, I wish my mother, your grandmother Lara was still here. She wrote and sold many children’s and adult fiction books. She would know exactly what to tell you. But I’m a sportswoman, writing isn’t my forte.”

That evening I decided to pay a visit to the Magna family area of Twinbrook’s Graveyard. A good few generations of our family are buried in a plot bought by my  great-grandparents.  I was curious to visit my Grandmother’s grave and ask her for spiritual advice.

I soon got some guidance in a more literal manner!

The ghost of my grandmother Lara appeared. Oddly I didn’t feel scared. I suppose that the dead and vampires have some strange affinity that makes us comfortable in each other’s presence.

“Gran! It’s so great to see you again!”

She smiled a luminous smile at me.

“Kendra my sweet, I am aware the you are following in my literary footsteps. I always hoped that I might pass the writing gene on to one of my own daughters. That didn’t happen, but I am pleased to see it simply skipped a generation.”

For the next few hours I got her agreement to give me tips on writing. It was such an enjoyable conversation that the time just flew by. Just before dawn she faded away but promised to be there should I need her again.

She left me with one invaluable tip.

“To write well you must first live your life and love deeply.”

I put her advice into practice the very next day.

I invited my old high school boyfriend Notzo around. The attraction between us was just as electric as it had been when we were at school.

I had worried that my vampiric transformation would have made him change his mind about being with me but he couldn’t wait to pull me into his arms.

My cousin Clara was cooking dinner and talking to us but we barely heard a word that she said. We were so wrapped up in each other.
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