8.11 Giving In

She was scared to come back to the park so soon. But if Ricky was right, her family was finally safe. "Hey stranger," a familiar voice called.

"Do you do anything other than stalk me?" Brooke called without turning around. "Not usually, night shift sucks." Wilson finished stopping next to her, "Go out with me tonight? PURE's open."

Brooke wasn't in the mood for people. She wanted to be alone. "Don't you ever just work?" She snapped, spinning around to face him with her hands balled into fists. Wilson grabbed both of her hands, "Occasionally, but I have problems when pretty girls are around."

She didn't understand it. She was horrible to him but for some reason, he always came around. He even seemed to enjoy it occasionally. Brooke smiled and let him slide his arms around her. It felt good to good to finally give in to someone.


"No, no, no," Brooke said pushing away from him, "Wilson, I can't." Wilson reached across the space between them, "you can't or you won't?"


"My career's too important," She fought, "I don't want a family. I don't want you." Any other guy would have walked away. Would have faced that Brooke was a lost cause. Not Wilson. It would be different if he hadn't waited for her through out high school or almost watched her die. Yes, he'd done stupid things especially pursuing her sister. But it was over now. She was happy and he had achieved exactly what he wanted. "I guess I'll keep trying," he smiled, walking away.

Brooke didn't want to be around people, but she couldn't stand to watch him walk away again. "Wilson," Brook whispered after him, "come home with me."

8.10 Vampire's Tale

Brooke really wasn't sure who to trust. She had her parents, who seemed clueless, her stalkerish almost boyfriend, who seemed full of crack pot theories, or her best friend, who Brooke wasn't really sure if she had actually saved her or just spared her more time. Who Brooke really wanted to trust was her grandfather. He'd understand.

She had heard that one could communicate through ghosts, especially if they weren't ready to leave yet. She wanted to test the theory, spending night after night wandering around the family graveyard.

Graveyards hardly creeped her out. There was something definite about them. Everything was at peace. It was almost the only thing that was certain.


Night after night she returned just to watch the moon drift across the sky. So far, nothing had happened. Not a soul to be seen. Brooke was shaken by a sharp drop in the temperature, a sure sign that the supernatural was about to occur. She moved quickly towards her grandfather's grae waiting patiently. But instead of waking up to see a ghost, she saw two red burning spheres moving quickly towards her. She tried screaming, tried to fight, but it was useless. The glowing eyes were on her too fast.

"Shhh," a husky voice whispered from behind her, "No need to wake the dead." He man released her, dropping her to her feet. "My name's Ricky. You don't know me, but I know all about you."
Ricky forced her down onto a bench, "We have quite a bit to talk about. I run a very tight ship around here. I'm not the oldest, but I am one of the first. And trust me, we live in secrecy. Anyone who threatens us. Well, lets just say they don't make it very long."


The vampire had an impressive tale spanning generations. He chose his words carefully, only allowing her to know why he was there without answering any of her questions. "You believe what you believe because of me. Your great grandmother wanted to protect you." Brooke looked into his eyes.
"Why do you tell me this?" Brooke asked close to tears. "My days are numbered young one. I won't be there to protect you when you run off at the mouth."

It was hard to comprehend. Brooke's head was swimming, "What about my best friend Jodi? She's one of you." Ricky shook his head, "She's nothing in the large picture. Just some runt that no one killed." Brooke fought back the tears. This heartless creature would never see her cry. How could he talk about her like she was nothing?


Ricky relaxed his body. The girl was scared. "For now, my kind are at bay, you are safe. I'll go ahead and say a few are dead. But that's how my kind are. We are vicious. Don't mix with us." Ricky looked at her, his expression quickly changing. "I'm not done. Brooke --Shit," he barked, as before her eyes he changed into a ghost.

((No Joke. I had to reboot an old save to get 3/4 of the pics..))

8.9 Delusions

She never understood it. Why was she always running? She never had a purpose or a destination. She just had to run. But why?


Brooke opened her eyes to see her room flooded with light. Wilson was kicked back next to her with his eyes closed. Jodi sat in a chair watching. In the other room she could hear people yelling, their voices barely coherent. "Jodi?" she whispered. "Brooke!" Jodi said, pulling her to her feet and wrapping her arms around her.

Brooke cried out in pain as her body resisted moving from the bed. Her body groaned and tried to fall in on itself. Sharp pains coursed from her head to her feet, "I'm so sorry Brooke." Jodi laid her back down as gently as she could and disappeared from the room.

Brooke rolled over to see Wilson's eyes open. "Hey," she whispered. He looked at her with pain in his eyes, "Hey." Brooke had hundreds of questions she wanted to ask him. Not just about the vampires but about him also. "Just rest," he said sternly.

"Are you okay," Brooke asked weakly. "They didn't want me love. They wanted you. I was wrong about Jodi. She saved you. She brought Ricky. It's like she knew," he finished, shaking his head.


Eventhough he didn't say anything, she could tell by the trembling of his voice that he was shaken up too. She wanted to cuddle next to him. To hold him and tell him it would all be alright. Not just for is sake, but for hers as well. But sleep was coming quickly and she couldn't keep her eyes open. She heard the door opened and she could hear arguing. "She could have died," her father yelled, "Wilson! Bring your ass out here!" Brooke felt his weight fall off the bed and heard the door open again, "Why didn't you shoot this damn animal? Don't they give your kind guns?"

Anastasia bent down to her daughter, "It's going to be okay baby, go to sleep."

8.8 After Dark

Noah began to wonder if his daughter even lived with him any more. She had spent so much time away from home that he was beginning to worry. Anastasia reminded him that she was grown and she could take care of herself.


When Brooke was not at her sister's house, she was commonly found at Jodi's. Jodi inherited her mom's beach side chalet. Brooke remembered playing there when she was a child. It was a nice escape. A nice escape from whiny clients and her new obsession, Wilson. Jodi thought a girls only sleep over was just what the doctor ordered.

But something about tonight wasn't right. Jodi was acting... well odd. Brooke watched as her friend rummaged through the kitchen muttering about plasma fruit. Whatever kind of fruit that was, it sure didn't sound very tasty.


Jodi cornered Brooke in the dinning room, "Brooke, I love you, but I need you to leave. I'm worried, I mean, I'm not feeling well. Please leave," Jodi begged. "We can catch dinner tomorrow night. I just need you to leave. Now."

Brooke walked out of the house stunned. She wasn't sure where to go now. She couldn't go to Addison's, they were already asleep. She could go home, but she wasn't ready yet. She was too upset over her friends behavior.

Instead of going home, Brooke took a detour to the park. It was late, so no one should be there. It would give her time to think. Time to think about Jodi's behavior, Baby Lauren and Shante, and most of all those nagging feelings she had for Wilson.

She found herself sitting on a left over blanket in the park. The night was peaceful and the sky was clear. "Ever wonder how many stars there are?" Brooke jumped as her thoughts were suddenly spoken aloud by someone else. "Wilson," she whispered harshly, "what are you doing here?"

Wilson laughed at her, "I should ask you the same thing. I see you haven't grown out of that sneaking out phase." Brooke laughed and patted the ground beside her, "At least now I don't have a curfew." She smiled at him as he sat down.
"So what's up," he asked, "I haven't seen you in a few days. Your father said the same thing when I spoke with him. If I wasn't a cop I might worry."


It was Brooke's turn to laugh. It was kind of cute that he would worry. She had gone off the radar. She began to recap the past few days from the birth of her niece to her best friend's strange behavior. "Your best friend is a registered vampire," Wilson said as calm as can be.


Brooke laughed, "Vampires don't exist silly." Wilson looked at her with concern, "She probably needed to feed. There's been a shortage of plasma fruit. Something about an extended cold front where its grown. If I were you I'd be happy she told you to leave."



Brooke narrowed her eyes at him."My best friend is not a vampire," she yelled. Wilson's eyes widened, "Shhh, seriously Brooke. They don't like us talking about it. If the police department didn't require them to register then I wouldn't know." Brooke looked hard at her friend, "this is ludicrous. You know that right?" She stopped and stared at him for a second before tearing her eyes away. "I'm leaving."

"Brooke," Wilson called after her, "let me drive you." Brooke continued walking, ignoring his pleas. "Brooke," he yelled again but this time, his voice was strained, "Brooke!"

Brooke looked up to see she was facing three strangers. They were glaring at her, and even though she couldn't read their minds she knew they meant her harm. She turned to run, to get back to Wilson. At least he was armed. But before she could get the thought finished one of the gang was standing in front of her. "Where are you going?" A female called.

"He can't help you. His tools are useless," a second said. She recognized him as Nellie's son, Javis. He had always creeped her out. Brooke turned to get away, only to realize she was surrounded and she could no longer see Wilson.


"Wilson," she screamed as the gang laughed. She could feel her head aching, splitting open. She could feel herself falling. She heard their high pitched shrills she assumed were supposed to be laughs. She felt her body slam into the ground, she assumed she fell on the ground. Nothing was clear anymore. She could see Jodi running and Nellie's husband, Ricky, hissing. She just knew she'd die tonight. She just knew she'd die by her best friend's hand.


And then she was running.

8.7 how did it end up like this

It was just a kiss, Brooke reasoned the next morning as she got ready for work. She couldn't get caught up in this. Not right now. Not ever. She became obsessive checking her phone every twenty minutes to make sure she hadn't missed his call. Finally she heard the phone ring, but instead of it being Wilson on the other line, it was Dean.

"Addison's having the baby!" He gushed into the phone. Brooke immediately stopped what she was doing and ran to the hospital, much to the disgust of her client.
Brooke arrived just in time to see Addison carry Lauren home. Brooke called for her sister but the crowd around her was too loud for her to hear. Instead she settled for following them home. When Brooke arrived to the house she was surprised to see Dean also carrying a baby. Addison had birthed twin girls! Maybe it was true multiple births ran in families.


Lauren was a beautiful baby. Although it was hard to tell who she favored, she had two beautiful brown eyes. She was currently bald, but Brooke had a feeling she'd have her aunt and grandmother's blonde hair. Brooke wondered where they came from, as brown eyes wasn't common in their family.


The second baby was named Shante. She had the common blue eyes found in the Brandon family along with her mother's brown hair.

Neither child seemed to favor poor Dean, but he didn't seem to mind.

Brooke spent many nights with with Addison and the twins in the spare room. In her free time, Brooke renovated the newly weds house, dropping off insanely expensive gifts that had been sent to Addison when she lived at home.




((So my game crashed. First time I played Addison had a single birth. Luckily I had stopped just after the twins grew into adults to go build Addison a house. That saved the game. So when the game crashed at this point I hadn't lost seven hours worth of work. I am by far the worst saver. I came back and Addison had twins. But its better than loosing all that time! So I'm not sure who the heir is going to be anymore. We'll see how genes work.))

8.6 First Date

Her date gave her something to look forward to all day. Her first client was impossible to please. The second wanted more than she could afford. The only thing that got her through was thinking about the date.

So far they weren't serious. She'd had limited contact with him. Other than the times he brought her home, which they didn't talk, and her birthday, which he was pining after her sister. Alas, she figured she'd give him a chance anyways.

"One check please," Wilson said to the waitress at the end of their dinner. The waitress looked at him and smiled, "Don't worry about it hon," she said sweetly, "Mrs. Brandon and her guests are always on the house." Wilson looked across the table at Brooke and she smiled, "Thank you Misty." Brooke said dismissing the waitress.

"Well," Wilson said, trying to recover, "I have one more surprise for you. A short walk." Any other time, Brooke would have been scared, after all, even though they had had run ins in the past and they just spent an hour eating, she hardly knew him, but for some reason she felt like she could trust him. So she did. She followed him a bit before speaking, "Should I have warned you I own the diner?" Brooke finished. He looked across the space separating them, shocked.


Wilson stopped walking in front of a place all to familiar to Brooke. The Junkyard. "It's where we first met," he said chuckling. Brooke looked at him and smiled, she remembered very well. "Oh I remember. I remember the lectures too," she said turning to face him.

"Sorry about those," he whispered swallowing hard. He his heart pounded on his chest. And it didn't help that she seemed to be inching closer. Wilson wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her. To feel her skin on his finger tips.


He turned his gaze away from her to get a grip on himself. It was true, he'd never wanted someone as much as he wanted her. What shocked him the most was he didn't feel lustful for her. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but it was perfectly content to just stand there with her. To be in her company.


Brooke took a deep breath, pulling his attention back to them. The night was getting chilly and the stars were starting to shine in the cloudless sky. He wasn't sure why he brought her here. He knew he didn't want anything from her. Nothing more than the time she had already given him tonight, and he sure as hell wasn't going to spill all his secrets.

"What are you thinking?" She said closing more of the space between them. "It's getting cold," Wilson said automatically before regretting it. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to say the lamest thing he could think of. "It is," Brooke giggled before leaning into and kissing him lightly on the mouth.

Brooke pulled away and it was over as quickly as it began. He couldn't help to wonder if she could see him blushing in the dim lights. "I better go," She said, breaking the moment and smiling, "I've meetings with clients at the ass crack of dawn."
Wilson was speechless as she darted away from him and disappeared behind piles of metal.



((I have date images on my other computer, but I havent had the time to move them. I want to go ahead and post this though. So Maybe i'll add them later.))

8.5 Wrong House

"Dad I'm gone," Brooke yelled as she walked towards the door. She was on her way to meet with her first appointment for the day, and she was already running late.

Brooke hit the door with such force that she didn't realize anyone was standing behind it until she heard cries of pain. It wasn't just any cries of pain, it was Wilson's. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said quickly cupping his head in her hands, "are you okay?" Wilson looked around the porch and took a few deep breaths. "Yeah I think I'll be alright. In a rush?" Brooke couldn't wait around for small talk. She was late and now he was in her way.


"Yeah slightly. Look Addison isn't here. She's moved. Sorry." Wilson looked around again. Slightly embarrassed. "Ummm. Actually," he stumbled over the words. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me. I hear Hogan's Diner is pretty good."

A smile crept across her lips. As weird as it was, she was slightly flattered, "Tonight? I'm running late?"
"9:00, I'll meet you there," and with a smile he agreed.

8.4 All the pieces fit

Brooke knew where her sister lived, and she had heard rumors about where she worked, but she couldn't bring herself to visit. She was hurt by her sisters quick and rash decisions. After a few days cool down period, Brooke finally jumped in her two door sports car and traveled to the other side of town.


Her father was right, Brooke loved her sister's house. It backed up to the ocean and had a large yard. She approached the door cautiously, trying to contain her anger. She wasn't here to pick a fight. Pushing down her anger she pushed the doorbell.

Dean answered the door, smiling at her. "What are you doing here?" Brooke asked confused. "I live here silly," he laughed, inviting her inside.

"I see you met my husband," Addison beamed from across the room. It was almost like she glowed. Brooke looked down and she knew she had found the missing piece. "You're pregnant?"

Brooke knew better than to ask questions but she didn't care. She immediately went over and began caressing her sisters stomach. She was going to be an Aunt!