Hello to everyone who stumbled across this fic. :)
This is a translation of a story I'm still publishing on a German fan fiction site. It's been a long time since I have written something in English and I'm trying my best make sure there aren't many mistakes – my grammar probably sucks. I've been out of school since, uh.. 10 years or something like that and that's about the time I stopped writing fics etc. in English.
I hope the story keeps you entertained. It follows the good storyline with a few changes, the English version might even be a bit different from the original one but that shouldn't be a problem. The outcome will be the same.
Yana never had been keen of her mother or better to say the person who gave birth to her.
She often talked about it with her dad, how her parents met, how he reacted when he learned he was going to be a dad.. everything he told her sounded outright cold. As if her mother was some kind of monster without any kind of feelings. It was a strange to imagine her like this.
Yana grew up with her dad. Alone. The only mothers she knew where those of her friends and classmates. They were all so nice, treating their children with love and much care, just like her dad did with her. Since he was a single parent there were a lot of things he had to take care of on his own. But he managed. He was kind to her, always there when Yana was in need of him and if it was necessary he could also be strict. She always imagined her mother just like that but she never knew if this was the truth – not until she was older and met her for the first time.
When she turned 16 Yana finally wanted to know what kind of person her mother was. Why she never called or visited her in all those years.
Of course, over the time she grew up, Yana learned that some relationships just weren't meant to be. People who once had been happy went different paths. There were various reasons for that. Her dad never told her about his reasons and now she would finally figure them out on her own.
The meeting was organized by her dad. Even after all those years he still had a working phone number he never thought he would have to use. Never in his life did he thought he would talk to Yana's mother again, he did it just for her because she had asked him and there was no way he could've said 'no' to his daughter. The call was short, quite impersonal but Yana's mother was willing to meet her. Maybe it was just because she was curious to see what had become of the little life she gave birth to years prior – at least that was what Yana hoped for.
But all hope was destroyed within a few minutes after they finally met.
There was no warmth or kindness. No warm welcome or anything that showed Yana the woman in front of her felt any kind of love towards her own daughter. Or that her mother had spared her a thought in all those years she wasn't there and that she would be just a bit happy to see Yana.
Cold eyes stared at the girl and equally cold words followed.
"I expected something positive, looks like this meeting was a mistake on my part."
And what did Yana expect? To be welcomed with open arms? To see a smile on her mothers face? Somehow Yana knew how this would end but she believed, no, she had believed there was a chance things turned out different.
Two years ago her mother had required renown during an incident in New Marais. Renown with a bad aftertaste even though it looked like she would fight for something good on the outside. Maybe Brooke Augustine had been a nice woman one day. But this day was far gone and her career always had been more important to her. Now everything that mattered to her was finding and imprisoning every Conduit on the planet.
No, expecting to be embraced was a thing you couldn't expect from the woman.
At that moment Yana wished she had listened to her dad. She would have never tried to meet her mother if he had been a bit more persistent to keep her from making this move. Especially if Yana had known what the future would hold and that her being Augustine's daughter would cause more problems than anticipated.