Chapter 25. Epilogue

When Zell asks if I want to go out to my favorite spot, the rooftop bar, I can’t say no.

With the evil Count slain, we’re free. Free to be together.

Is this our first official date? It doesn’t feel like it. It feels like we’ve known each other for an entire lifetime.

Zell laughs, teasing me about something.

Seepi Zou?” I ask Zell, and he grins.

“You know it.”

Together, we belt out the karaoke tune, just like old times.

And of course we go for a swim,

-but this time, we do more than just swim.

“I love you,” I say to Zell again, because I just can’t say it enough.


“Benji, what are you doing on the floor?” Zell laughs.

That’s weird. I must be so tired, I’m falling asleep on the kitchen floor.

“Get up, Benji,” Zell said. His voice cracked. “Please get up.”


Our house still needs to be re-furnished, but Zell is able to get himself a coffin,

-which he promptly asks me to check out with him.

“Zell, don’t start with that again!” I tell him, appalled. “I don’t understand your obsession with coffins- there’s no way two people can fit into one of those-“

He looks crestfallen.

“-but,” I say, “I just finished crafting a double bed for the upstairs room. We could test it out, and you can let me know what you think of it?”

“The bed’s good, Benji,” Zell whispers. “No- it’s perfect.”


Zell’s whipping me up a pancake when ominous laughter suddenly fills the kitchen.

“Zell, do you hear that creepy laugh?” I ask him.

“What are you talking about, Benji?” He replies. “There’s no one else here. You must be dreaming.”


Zell tells me I’m making a lot of progress as a woodworker, but I don’t think he’s referring to my carving skills.

I do, however, find a market niche for high-end wooden bathtubs, and I finally start making a livable wage as a woodworker (take that, Mom!). Well, at least it’s enough to start buying furnishings for our house again.


Several months later, Zell takes me back to the romance festival.

He reminds me that it’s been two years since I first moved in, and I can’t believe it.

I think about how embarrassed and self-conscious I was my first day here, at the romance festival two years ago, when I couldn’t even talk to anybody.

“And when you tried to talk to someone, you got that panic attack,” Zell nudges me.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I respond, but we laugh. We’ve come a long way since then.

At this point, everyone has left the festival, and we’re the last two left.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve had a single panic attack since I’ve been with you,” I whisper to Zell.

“Well,” he begins, leading me away from the bench, “If I have anything to say about it, I don’t want you to have another panic attack for the rest of your life.”

“What do you mean, Zell?”

And well, you know what I say whenever Zell asks me something.

And that’s the story of how I met my fiancé, the vampire.


Or at least, that’s how it might’ve ended, had I defeated the Count.

“Get up, Benji,” Zell was crying. “…Benji?”

“Benji?”

8 thoughts on “Chapter 25. Epilogue

  1. MY HEART! NOOO!

    But this is the Sims universe, so it’s not over yet—right? Right? Idk exactly how the worldbuilding is in this universe. Personally, I’m hoping Benji comes back as a zombie ghost and they live in undead harmony forever.

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